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princekoo · 2 years

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Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x reader

Genre: smut

Trope: city girl x farm boy

Warnings: bondage, name calling, bad writing

Word count: ~4.4k

A/N: yeah I have no words this came to me randomly while I was listening to country (something I never do) so here’s my first smut piece lol I haven’t written anything in MONTHS, so here is my baby I wrote in like 2 hours (also something I’ve never done before)💀 this is badly written bc it’s 2:30am and I cannot be bothered to proofread sorry

What does a woman running late for her job with less than a quarter gallon of gas and a horse have in common? Well, eventually they both run out of gas. Or was that just you? Probably. Here you were on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere trying to contact your job, your friends, anyone really. So much for a support system since your cries for help went unanswered before you completely lost battery. Yeah, you forgot to charge your phone after a night out with your friends, go figure.

You let out a resigned sigh as you sit in your car with the door open as the beautifully unpleasant waft of cow dung and freshly cut grass assaulted your senses. Fully giving up, you reach for the coffee you made 2 hours ago, grimacing at the relevation that it was now more like a nice cold coffee. Looking at the scenery, you tried to make yourself feel better. Hey, at least the cows are cute right? They’re staring at you with their beady little eyes, nothing behind them as they chewed away at some of the grass you strongly smelled. Just then, a cow came up close and you almost considered touching it like you would your cat Oreo, the sweet little thing. You refrained, of course, as you hadn’t hit a complete mental rock bottom at that point yet.

Just then, the cow took a huge dump right then to you, the smell from before intensifying due to obvious reasons.

You cursed the damned cow and fled the scene locking your car. That was definitely the motivation you needed to look for help nearby. Cows meant farms, right? And farms meant people. People that could help you get home. To Oreo. Or your dead end job. As you walked along the worn down fence separating you from the not-so-cute cows, you really took in your scenery. This was always a busy road as cars would often zoom by due to the scarcity of police officers in such a rural area as well as the naturally high speed limit of 60.

Nobody wants to get stuck here.

Literally no one.

It may be in the middle of nowhere, but it was quite nice. There was this thing called nature all around you if you ignored the 6 lanes that were present to your left, the 6 lanes you were speeding through only minutes before. The most of nature you usually get is the trees planted between pavement in front of your apartment building and your little cacti named Kiwi. This was kind of a nice change of pace, even if you hated to admit it.

Walking through dirt in heels is not ideal, but it had to do as you couldn’t stand the thought of dirt clinging to your feet, unknowing when you’d next take a shower. Even though you walked for an eternity, you could see no sign of life other than the few animals scattered throughout, which definitely didn’t calm your nerves.

You stopped for a second and leaned against the fence post, ignoring the possible germs it could bring with it, and blew raspberries as entertainment. You were really teaching your whits end. You may ask yourself, why don’t you flag down a car? Well, no. That’s why. We don’t do that around here.

Moving on, you continued your trek and went on for a bit more, thanking your decision to get comfortable heels. In the faint distance, you could see some sort of house structure. You squinted to better make it out and you realized it was a farm! It was quite a stellar incentive to increase the pace of your steps and you got to the entrance in only a few minutes.

You groaned in discomfort at the unusual amount of physical exercise you had to do this early in the morning and fixed up your appearance. Bun, redone. Skirt, straightened out. Shirt, saved from wrinkling. Sweat, gone. You marched up to the front door and knocked on the door only to be met with silence. You waited a few minutes until you knocked again. Met with the same reaction, you walked away and noticed an open gate. You walked towards it and sank into mud. Internally crying you marched on and looked out to see different farm animals. Horses, cows, sheep, pigs, anything you can think of was there. Whoever was running this shit meant business, you thought.

You struggled through the viscous mud and rounded a corner only to your greatest joy to find a person! Finally! With renewed vigor, you splashed until you could get in earshot of him.

“Hey! Hi! Uhm I broke down down the road and I was…” you trailed off as he turned around and you caught a glimpse of your possible savior. You were so consumed in your will to go home you never even surveyed who you were approaching. He had long, fluffy black hair that spilled over his forehead in curtain bangs and gorgeous silver dangling from his ears, nose, mouth, and eyebrow. A beautifully strong neck with a gorgeously buff body peeking out from the loosely hanging overalls he had on. His Timberlands were covered in mud and possibly fences but that didn’t deter you from appreciating the beauty of this specimen you found while you should’ve been at work. You almost were glad you broke down, if the consequences weren’t as bad as they are with your job. Almost. A goth cowboy farmer boy? You were signed up since the moment he turned around. His beautiful doe almond eyes shone as they looked at you in seemingly both surprise and concern.

“…iss? Miss? Are you okay?” You blinked a few times and willed yourself to snap out of it. You weren’t a teenager for goodness’ sake! You smiled bashfully and apologized, then explained your situation to the best of your ability. He nodded along and gasped at the right parts and you didn’t forget to include how your coffee had gone cold untouched. Offering his deepest condolences, he offered to make you coffee while you were tracking a bead of sweat running down his hairline onto his chest bones.

“Miss? Is everything alright? I think you’d better come inside, the heat could be getting to you.” You considered declining for a good few seconds before deciding, fuck it. You might as well. You took him up on his offer and he took you into his home. It was nicely decorated in almost a modern barn house way, but instead of white, the most common color was black. From the front door a loveseat was poised in front of a old-looking TV with an equally antique radio which emitted something you remembered from your ballet dance recitals you used to do. You nearly cringed, but kept scanning your eyes around. Next to you, on the opposite side of the living room area, was the dining room. Dark oak wooden chairs paired with a beautifully crafted table. What caught your attention was the fact that each table leg and every chair had intricately carved details, stories you remember you’d read as a child. You lightly grazed the nearest chair, admiring the craftsmanship before the man turned around after taking off his shoes and saw you halfway through his home.

“You like ‘em, miss?” You turned around a blushes slightly, caught in your act. You nodded, “yes, it’s gorgeous. Ive never seen something like this. Who made it?” You looked at him expecting a designer’s name or something like a neighbor gifted it to him but instead was met with, “oh I did, miss. My pride and joy. Spent a few months and then some on each piece.” Your eyes grew in size as your shock increased. You weren’t expecting it, but it also wasn’t too surprising. There’s not a single soul for miles around, after all. He chucked at your reaction.

“These are absolutely beautiful, uhm…” you looked at him in question. He lit up remembering he never told you his name, a shining smile crossing his face.

“Ah, name’s Jungkook, miss! Jeon Jeongguk. Sorry for not introducing myself sooner. And you are…?” You told him your name and smiled back, albeit a little more reserved than he was. He offered to make you some food and some coffee to replace the one you couldn’t drink, something which you pretended to ponder accepting before you gave him a resound yes. You’d take anything he gave you. Poison, food, a place to stay, his bed, his cock. Woah. Okay. Take a step back partner. You rounded the wall which separated the living room from the kitchen and surveyed the area once more. To your left there was a fairly new-looking kitchen with a table and two chairs. It definitely seemed like it had more worn and tear compared to the beautiful craftsmanship you’d had the opportunity to touch. The dark theme continued even with the fridge being a darker steel, the other appliances following. It all seemed pretty high tech, so it got you curious.

“Hey, do you have good electricity here?” He looked over at you from where he was whisking up something for you to eat and smiled, looking back down.

“Well, kinda…? Nothin’ like what ya get at the city I’ll tell you that, missy. Still works well enough, anyway.” You wondered how he got so much metal on him if he seems to speak like he’s never gone to the city, so it prompts you to ask, “how’d you get so many piercings this far out? If you don’t mind me asking of course.” He lets out a chuckle and turns his attention fully to you.

“Well, I have city friends. They come every once in a while. I been a country boy since I was kickin’, if ya wanted to know.” He humorously smiled and went back to his task. You sat down at the table, feeling everything shift slightly under your weight. You took out your phone and tried to see if by some miracle it started working, but to no avail. Looking up and seeing you, he remembered something he was going to tell you, eyebrows rising.

“Ah, missy! I forgot to tell ya! I got a land phone with connection you can use! It slipped my mind. And yeah, no, I don’t got any chargers. Sorry.” He answered quickly before you could even think to ask, but you were grateful for at least having a method of communication. You took him up on his offer and searched your brain for a possible phone number you could call. He took you to the antique method of communication and you dislodged it from its rightful place. The phone beeped as you punched in the numbers into the number pad. At least it isn’t a rotary phone. It rang for a few seconds before the other person picked up.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

“Hey mom, it’s me,” you informed.

“Oh my goodness, my darling! Ive been trying to reach you!”she exclaimed, worry evident in her voice.

“I know, I ran out of battery. A nice guy lent me his phone and I was able to call.”

“A nice guy, you say?” Her voice took a suggestive turn, a stark contrast to her earlier one.

“Mom, please. Im stranded like forty minutes away from the city.” You begged, hoping you could reason with her. Yeah, you were 25, but you didn’t need to settle down at that age! If only your mom didn’t think otherwise.

“Right. Well, I can go get you if you tell me where it is possibly uhhh…tomorrow? Tomorrow mornin—no! Afternoon! Sorry, work. Yeah.” You could hear her nervously scrambling to correct herself, knowing this was just some ploy to get you to know the guy.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“I know what you’re trying to do.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about! Now hang tight and make a friend! Loveyoubye!” “Mo—!”before you could get another word in, she hung up. The line went dead and you hung it back up, leaning against the wall. You grimaced for the second time that day. She was really doing this to you. Well, the more you thought about it, the less bad it seemed. You were stranded in a farm with a hot goth boy who carved as a hobby and seemed to know how to cook. What’s better? Good in bed? God, how you wanted to find out.

Walking back towards the kitchen, you caught a glimpse of what you could only guess was his bedroom. His bed was dressed in black silk sheets which reflected the afternoon light and the rest of the room followed the dark theme. Before you took too long, you willed yourself towards the kitchen and sat down with a huff.

“What’d they say?”

“My mom said she can’t pick me up until tomorrow afternoon,” you groaned. He awwed at the statement and finished the preparations to his “simple meal”. He brought 2 plates and a cup in front of you, which you thanked him for before you surveyed the plates. The first bigger plate contained some what looked like chicken and a salad while the smaller plate contained a prettily plated apple pie. The cup, beautifully enough, contained some steaming coffee. Your eyes almost watered as you thanked him and began eating.

“Sorry I cant offer you anything better, miss. If i had know a pretty little thing like you would break down and need my help I would’ve been better prepared.” You blushed at his statement and commented on how good the meat and veggies were.

“Raised the meat and got the veggies from my garden myself! All pretty fresh, since I only killed the poor thing a day ago.” He exclaimed proudly, a sad quality to his voice after the second part. He cheered up pretty fast and said,” and I baked the apple pie a few hours ago actually! I hope you like it, too.” He finished. He was almost bashful. You complimented his food and he informed you he still had some stuff to do out in the farm.

“Ah! If you need any fresh clothes you can look through my stuff and find something,” he finished with a smile. You thanked him and continued eating as he walked out the house and went on with his day. The house was now silent save for the occasional animal noise and the movement of grass with breeze. Finishing your last bite of apple pie, you got up with the coffee and headed towards the assumed bedroom. He didn’t mention where it was, but you doubted he cared whether you looked through his stuff or not. Not like he was here anyway. You set the cup down on one of his dressers and rummaged for something to wear. The uniform was getting pretty stuffy in the heat of the house, so a nice shirt and some pants would do the trick. You took off all your clothes and considered taking off your underwear too. What if something ends up happening? You want to sleep with him so bad. Ultimately, you took everything off. Naked, you took his most see-through-looking white shirt and a pair of his boxers, the only bottom part that fit after tying it a bit. You ran your hands between your thighs to quell your excitement at not having any undergarments and lowly squealed. You hoped your pressing didn’t show how wet you were. You went out to find him with his shoes on, even if they didn’t fit. Hey, they felt like you were wearing your dad’s shoes, but it got the job done. You found him feeding the horses at the stable before what seemed like bath time, soap and a hose ready to go.

“Hey!” You exclaimed. He looked your way and immediately almost choked in surprise, his face turning red.

“I see you… uhm… got comfortable, miss.” He choked out. You internally grinned and nodded,” yeah these fit best and they’re quite nice. Is it okay?”you feigned innocence, pretending like you didn’t elaborately search for both of these pieces with a goal in mind. He shook his head and informed you he was doing exactly what you thought, bathing the horses. It seemed like he was doing that before you got here as he was on the last horse. You asked if you could help and he accepted, smiling humorously. At what, you don’t know. He let the hose run over the horse for a bit before he shut it off, something that gave you an idea. You were going to make it as messy as you could and try to get yourself completely wet, making the already almost see through shirt stick to your body. The perfect plan, if anyone asked you. It would make him want you, you were sure. At the very least start wanting you. What you didn’t know, is that he was restraining himself to the highest degree from pouncing on you right now. You were beautiful from the moment he saw you and he could tell you found him attractive. This act of dressing up in these kinds of clothes just further confirmed it. You lathered the horse in its special soap and made sure to stick to it accidentally, dampening your shirt. Your nipples poked from the cold and wetness and you could even see the pink of them. Jeongguk turned on the hose and you “accidentally” didn’t move out the way. You exclaimed in pretend shock and he immediately shut off the water and ran over to you. You were completely soaked and you feigned sadness over being all wet. He knew what you were getting at. He knew it wasn’t a mistake. He was onto you.

“Oh no miss! You didn’t move out the way! Sorry.” He feigned as well. You sulked a little and went to go back to giving the horse a second coat of soap when he caught you by your waist. He pushed your body against his and got close to your face, so much so you could count the freckles on his cheeks. You only squealed lightly from shock.

“I know what you’re trying to do, miss. You know, trying to be innocent doesn’t work on me,” he breathed out, voice husky. You blushed, not thinking you’d be found out so quickly.

“Let’s say we skip this part and get straight to business. What do you say?” He inquires, a raises brow making his piercing shine in the light. You nod and he presses harder.

“Yes. Or. No,” he presses. You breathe out a “yes” and he immediately smacks your mouth against his. His tongue makes his way into your mouth and both of your tongues dance together. He pats the horse and it starts to trot away, almost as if understanding it was a moment not for its eyes. He walks you back, still making out, until you reach what you think might be hay and he breaks the kiss only to press you down against it. Breathing heavily, he goes back for another kiss and begins moving his hands over your body. He touches your tits and squeezes them both, arousing a surprised moan from you. He breaks the kiss and begins flicking your hard nipples through the fabric.

“This is what you wanted, right? Right, little miss?” You moan in response and he spanks your tits.

“Give me and answer, missy.” You flush answer, “yes, this is exactly what I wanted please don’t stop.” He lowers his head onto your nipples and begins sucking them and moving them around, playing with them like they’re joysticks. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on. You can physically feel your juices dripping down your thighs. You moan feverishly, almost like you’ve never been touched by a man. He then, bites your nipple and stretches out before letting it go. Without warning, he presses against your center and you let out a choked moan.

“Look at you. I can feel how wet you are, baby. You haven’t had anyone as good as me, now have you?” He asks and you answer with a resound no. No man has ever been able to make you into a pool of goo and have you waterfall from your pussy like he has. He returns his assault on your clothed boobs while keeping pressure on your cunt and you cant take it anymore. You begin rubbing against his leg and he stops his manouvers completely. He stares at you as you rub against his leg like a bitch in heat, leaving a noticeable dark spot on his denim overall pants. He chuckles darkly and removes his thigh causing you to whine. He urges you to open your eyes, something you didn’t even know you had done, and held your face firmly to look straight at him.

“Did i say you could use me to get off? Hmm? You were rubbing against me like a fucking whore. Are you that desperate, huh? You wanna get fucked that badly?” He spoke so disrespectfully to you, but god. You fucking loved it. It was only a few seconds before you started to beg. “Yes, I’m your whore. I want your cock so badly, please.” He hummed at your answer and left you altogether. You protested only to be told to shut up. You did so, and was incredibly turned on in the process. He came back with what looked like restraints.

“I usually use these with the horses, but who would’ve thought I’d have to use them on some pretty little slut who stumbled across me today,” he smirked. You whined and playfully fought against his restraints, only to have his seat at your ass. The spank caused you to let out a long, lustful moan and it only made his Cheshire grin bigger.

“Oh? My sweet little bitch likes to be spanked too? Fucking look at you.” He finished restraining you, leaving your arms and legs unable to move.

“This is what you get for using me to get off without permission, missy. You left me no choice.” You whined and moves your pelvis up and down, trying to show him where you wanted him. He smirked and walked away again. You groaned in frustration again and he answered back,

“I’m gonna wash my hands, pretty. Im sure you don’t want any infections.” You simmered down and waited for his return, one that was swift. He smiled and looked at you only for a frown to overcome his face. You inquired him what was wrong and he said, “you’re wearing too many clothes.” Immediately after, he ripped his shirt apart and the boxers, both ruined garments falling limply besides you. He licked his lips looking at your body and surveyed your pussy, finding it dripping. He chucked and spanked your clit, something that made you jolt and moan.

“You’re dripping, baby. I’ve barely even done anything, too… hmm, well you’ve taken your consequences quite well, so why doesn’t little missy get a reward, eh?” You nodded enthusiastically and he smiled, ruffling your hair. Immediately he plugged up your begging hole with two thick fingers, causing you to howl in pain. Its been a while since you had anything in there. Soon enough, though, the whimpers of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he fingered you at a fast and hard pace while rubbing your clit. He was repeatedly hitting your g spot and you felt like you had to pee. Afraid to pee on him, you urged him to stop.

“H…hey J—Jeongg…ungh… Jeongguk…. I think I’m gonna… gonna… pee!” By the end of your sentence you were screaming as you watched clear juices spill out of you. That was new. “What we’re you saying?” He inquired with a smirk. As you panted, he lowered himself and began licking at your pussy. He ate you out with vigor you never knew in your life from past partners until he made you cum with just his tongue, without needing the aid of anything else. As you came down from your orgasm, he came up and kissed you as your juices ran down his chin. He looked you in the eyes and asked almost shyly, a stark change in demeanor, “you think I can fuck you?” You breathlessly chuckled and answered, “fuck yeah.”

He took off his overalls as soon as you said that, grinning madly. The lowering of the overalls showed his beautifully sculpted abs and pecs clearly and the lower he went the more you realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dick sprung to life leaking precum from its pink tip. He took his hand and jerked himself a little before he lined up at your entrance and looked at you questioningly. You nodded and he went in slowly. Your juices made the ability for friction disappear and soon he started pounding into your weeping pussy. He reached down and choked you lightly as he began stimulating your clit again and you screamed in overstimulation. He didn’t give up and eventually you began feeling pleasure and his cock rammed into you relentlessly. He panted as he fucked into your cunt and your pussy squeezed his dick. You moaned in pleasure, despite your restricted air flow and he groaned from the feel of his dick fucking your pussy. Soon enough, you came to your end squeezing his dick like a python and he pulled it out. He jerked off and came over your stomach and tits covering them entirely.

“Fuck, if I had a phone I would’ve definitely taken a picture of this. You look beautiful like this, miss.” He panted and you chuckled breathlessly. You both stared at each other attempting to catch your breaths in silence. He was the first who broke it.

“So… wanna take a shower?”

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kookstempo · 2 years

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say something, say anything - kth, jjk

pairing(s): taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader (love triangle) genre(s): fluff and angst? word count: 6.2K

warnings: fights (nothing physical), some strong language, mentions of insecurities and not feeling enough.

summary: in the process of figuring out whether Taehyung likes you the way you like him, you don't expect to fall for one of his close friends, Jungkook, and all the chaos that ensues.

alternate summary: just because taehyung isn't willing to give you 100% doesn't mean no one is.

masterlist 💚 what about part two?

A/N: thanks to my lovely @daechwitatamic for the support as my beta reader and an amazing friend.

There’s a boy running through your mind almost 24/7. The way his sweet, hazel eyes look at you make you feel like the most special woman on Earth. A charming, boxy smile that always puts you at ease whenever he flashes it at you. Yet, his duality makes you weak in the knees - his oozing confidence one of the many reasons you’re deeply attracted to him.

It’s one of those cold, breezy nights where Taehyung’s arms find their place around your waist, trying to provide you with as much warmth as possible.

You’re standing in front of the firepit. His hold is relaxing and warm. You move your body to wrap your arms around his front, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He hums in surprise and pulls you closer to him, tightening his hold on your waist.

“All good, darling?” His silky voice keeps relaxing you even more than you ever thought could be possible.

His cologne fills your nostrils. The feeling of every bit of coldness leaving your body is accompanied by a squeeze on your waist from the man.

“Mhm, the smoke was starting to hurt my eyes a bit. Just wanted to shield myself with you.”

In the same way moments like these ones bring you peace, they shatter your heart at the end of the day. Taehyung resembles the perfect lover: warm, affectionate, assertive… The list could go on. Be that as it may, he turns into a different person whenever your friends are around.

That game he plays has you dizzy, but you don’t want it to end, as much as it hurts. You feel stuck in the same place, like the way to win is the same way you lose the game; it has you stuck, making you feel trapped and confused. Are you good enough for him? Is he not sure of what he wants with you, or if he even wants something at all?

Just in time, Taehyung releases you from his grasp. The boys greet you one by one, and Taehyung has moved to the other side of the room with Jimin and Yoongi.

The night is becoming colder, your shivers can’t go unnoticed by now. Hoseok heads inside to retrieve a blanket for you, making sure you’re entirely tucked in with it before letting you go.

“Do you want a hug?” A voice behind you murmurs.

You turn to locate said voice and find Jungkook staring at your trembling figure, arms wide open. Without much thought, you throw yourself at him, and he accepts your body. He sways you side to side, making you laugh. Jungkook had noticed how you and Taehyung were hugging before they came in. He doesn’t understand his friend's actions, though.

Tired of this game, if Taehyung won’t give you what you deserve, he will. Or at the very least, he could open your eyes to what was going on.

“That furrowed brow, arms crossed over her chest, unwavering gaze… she’s pissed.”

“Uh, yes? I am inviting all of you to come paint with me because that way we can bond with each other, have some fun, do something different,” you move to stand in front of them, frown replaced by a pout. “And none of you want to join?”

There’s an unspoken conversation going on between them. The not-so-subtle glances they send each other pissing you off more. The moment you see Taehyung nudge Jimin on the side with his elbow, you’re over it. Grabbing your tools, you walk to the empty dining room, placing the small canvas and the acrylics on the table.

The noise coming from the living room is distracting, but you’re willing to show them how fun it can be. When you tie your hair, it’s showtime - soon enough, you’re halfway done with the painting, hands a colorful mess like the palette that’s resting on the table. You want to scratch your face so badly, but there’s paint on your fingers.

“Want me to scratch your face for you?” Jungkook suggests, walking up to where you are.

You look at him narrowing your eyes, scoffing playfully at him.

“No, thanks. I’ll manage.” Teasingly upset, you bite your lip to hide the smile that’s threatening to slip when Jungkook sits beside you and admires your canvas.

“Don’t get so moody with me… I thought about it and wanted to know if I could join you? I hate it when people don’t pay attention to me when I’m doing something.”

You coo at him and move your things to the side so there is space for him. The canvas is big enough for you to paint together. Jungkook is shy at first, quietly suggesting things that could make the color effects look better. When he notices that you’re open to his ideas, he becomes bolder and helps you with the painting instead of just sitting around. The dining room is soon filled with laughter from both of you, the sound of fast footsteps when you spill some paint on the floor, and silence every now and then when you’re both concentrating on something.

Legs numb, you stand up when the painting is 95% finished - Jungkook touching up on some details - and move to the bathroom so you can wash your hands. You run into Jimin on your way back and give him a wide smile, courtesy of being with Jungkook and having your mood lifted.

“Nice painting you guys did… I’ll join you next time - I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jungkook so excited and creative in a long time.” Jimin praises, ruffling your hair.

A sigh leaves your lips before you can control it, taking your glasses off so you can rub your eyes. Your boss handed your team a new project, resulting in heavier workdays for you and the other people. The sound of the chair beside you scraping against the floor causes you to turn to whoever moved it, seeking some comfort.

“Rough day?” Jin rubs your arm, grinning when you lean your head on his shoulder.

Jin is always there whenever you need it. It’s like he can sense - even from a mile away - your distress. His hands move to play with your locks, combing through them carefully to not hurt you. Turning the screen of your computer so he can get a better look at your work, he gives some suggestions that could make the file you’re working on easier and greater.

It’s between his explanation that both Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin come out of their rooms, almost in sync. The oldest one heads to the living room; he seems to be looking for something he lost (not uncommon for him). The other two join you. At this point, Jimin should have cracked one of his jokes, or teased you somehow so he could get a reaction from you (his love language with you). However, you don’t notice the way Jin silently tells him not to because of your stress and exhaustion.

The moment you reach for your glasses to continue working on the project, a tattooed hand snatches them from where they rest on the table.

Whining, you start, “Jungkook, give me my glasses back, please.”

“Not until you give me a kiss.”

If the teasing doesn’t come from Jimin, it comes from Jungkook, apparently. Speaking of Jimin, the boy snickers at Jungkook’s condition.

“Yah, Jungkookie. Let the girl breathe.” Jimin tries to help you. You wait in vain for him to hand the glasses back to you.

“If you give me my glasses back, I can get done with today’s work a lot faster… which means I’ll spend more time with you.” Your bribery doesn’t affect him, apparently. He lifts the hand holding the glasses, making them more out of reach.

It’s clear he won’t back down - getting up, you walk up to him and give him a peck on the cheek. He shakes his head, rejecting the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, not there. Don’t play dumb now.”

He wants you to kiss him where? You’ve been tempted many, many times to kiss him. Sure.

But you can’t just give in in hope you get your glasses back.

As if he’s able to hear your mental debate, Namjoon speaks up for you.

“As someone who wears glasses, and is looking for them, please give the little lady her glasses back. And then come here so you can help me look.”

“Namjoon hyung! I was so close, she was already standing up.”

Jin’s windshield laugh brings you to laughter, too. Jungkook is pouting, arms crossed over his chest. You put your glasses back on and clear your throat, trying to cease your laughter. Throwing the pouty boy a wink, you walk past him to help Namjoon.

You don’t notice Jungkook stay behind with Seokjin, nor do you hear the conversation Jungkook starts since they are whispering.

“Hyung, I had a suggestion for you… would you let Y/N cook dinner with me so she can take her mind off of work for a while?”

The proposition is tempting enough for Seokjin, but he doesn’t know whether you’ll actually want to since you seem very tired, and cooking for 8 to 9 people takes patience.

“If you think she’ll be up for it, then by all means.” Seokjin consents to the youngest’s proposition, holding back a proud smile when he begins babbling about your love for cooking.

“You should see her face, hyung. She loves cooking so much, I’m sure she’ll find comfort in doing so. Thank you, you won’t be disappointed - she is a great cook and I have learned from you.”

Jungkook turns around so he can now propose the idea to you, marching a little too excited.

Taehyung’s day had been a mess since very early. The first thing that pissed him off was the lack of coffee beans in the house - he couldn’t recall whose turn it was to go to the supermarket, but he was sure it wasn’t his. Reluctantly accepting that he’d have to buy a coffee on his way to work, he finished getting ready. Then, the damn coffee again. This time, the barista at Starbucks had messed up his order and he had to wait 15 minutes outside, only to become desperate and head to work so he wouldn’t be more late than he already was. A few other mishaps had occurred: the printer not working, the pile of documents on his desk growing by the hour…

But the cherry on top? What he came home to.

Trying to leave most of the work finished that day, Taehyung had skipped lunch so he wouldn’t waste the half-hour he was given for lunch. It was almost 7:00 PM when Jin had texted him to know whether he was coming for dinner or not, talking about having to calculate enough food for 9 people - immersed in many numbers, words, and different documents, he had failed to read that part of the text and had just replied with a simple “yes”.

The moment he walked into the house, his ears caught the sound of small conversation and laughter coming from both the dining room and the kitchen. One of those waves of laughter sounded like yours; Taehyung had to convince himself that it was not you, it couldn’t be, since you hadn’t texted him during the day - not like he had wasted minutes of his busy workday to check for new messages, nope - so he went straight to the dining room.

“Hey, Tae! You’re finally home. Some of us are starving so we couldn’t wait for you, sorry.” Namjoon greets him with a pat on the back, sitting down next to Jin, with a plate full of food.

“Where are Y/N and Jungkook?” Yoongi asks through a mouthful of pasta.

“In the kitchen, they are just plating the remaining dish,” Jin replies from where he’s sat, Taehyung in his line of sight.

“They cooked dinner? I thought it was you, hyung.” Jimin is curious now. He remembers Seokjin mentioning he would take care of dinner.

“Y/N’s boss gave her the rest of the day off because she has been staying extra hours. She was feeling stressed, so Jungkook asked me if they could take care of dinner together since Y/N loves cooking.”

He is mad.

Sure, there are no coffee beans in the house but there are many different ingredients for Jungkook and you to feed nine people. How fucking ironic. And, now that he recalls, Seokjin had mentioned nine people.

Fuck!

That’s the only reason he’s mad. He cannot be mad over the fact that Jungkook hadn’t told him you were coming over. You are friends after all and he can’t complain… right? Nonetheless, the thought of if he had known, he wouldn’t have stayed so long at work won’t leave his mind. But of course, things with Jeon were odd nowadays and he didn’t tell him.

Jungkook isn’t the only one to blame, though. You normally text him whenever you want or plan to drop by their house to hang out. He remembers leaving you on read a few days ago, and you hadn’t texted him to ask how he’s doing, like you tend to do.

He heaves a long, deep sigh at the thought, loosening his tie with one hand and moving all the way to the other side of the table so he can sit far away from both of you.

Your phone vibrates in your hand not once, but twice. Tae’s contact name pops up on the top of your screen, two text messages and one has a picture. You open the message three minutes later, only to cover your mouth at the picture he sent.

Taetae [10:20 AM]: good morning, sweet lady. are you awake yet?

Taetae [10:22 AM]: bc i just got out of the shower and i’m walking to my closet. i’ll be there to pick you up in twenty minutes.

Taehyung’s shirtless torso is pretty obvious from the selfie he just sent. His collarbones are visible and a bit of his chest is, too. That selfie is distracting you from the fact that from the twenty minutes he mentions, you only have 18 left. Typing a quick “ok, shit”, you leave your phone on the bed and run to your closet, thanking whoever is listening for giving you the great idea of taking a shower earlier, because those 18 minutes - now like 16 - would have flown away inside the shower. What are his plans? You don’t know. But the day is way too sunny for you to even consider wearing pants.

While you’re running around trying to find your curling iron, the sound of the doorbell makes you freeze in the middle of the living room, only for you to run to the nearest mirror to check your appearance. Once you’re deemed presentable, you open the door to let him inside.

“Okay, I only need to find my curling iron… once I do, it’ll take me 10 minutes to get my hair done. Are you okay with that? Uh, why are you laughing?”

Taehyung’s giggles interrupt you. He walks to you and pulls you in by the waist, giving you a long kiss before he pulls away.

“You are beautiful just like this, Y/N. If you are ready, we can leave. But I can wait for you to curl your hair, though.” He smiles down at you, waiting for you to make a decision.

How does he expect you to make a decision when every single fiber of your body is trying to process the kiss he just gave you? You nod, slightly dumbfounded, going to your room to grab your purse and your phone.

The park Taehyung chose for whatever you guys will be doing has to be one of the most beautiful green areas you’ve ever been to. Trees are surrounding almost every square meter and due to the fact that it’s spring season, everything is colorful and blooming. He parks the car in the street and points to an area farther from where you guys are - a small bench next to some roses.

“I just need to get some things out of the car. Can you walk over there? I’ll catch up once I’m done.” Taehyung unlocks the car and you agree, albeit confused.

The fresh breeze hits you when you get out of the car. Spring is one of your favorite seasons - everything blooms, the weather is nice to go out (not too hot or too cold) and there are so many things to do. Which is why you’re wondering what Taehyung has planned for today; his outfit gives you no clue about what he has in store, just the fact that you are in the park and he has to get things out of the car - that he doesn’t want you to see yet - for your little imagination to run wild. You walk to the aforementioned bench and sit on it, realizing it’s a swinging one. Softly swinging on it, you wait for Taehyung until you spot him a few meters away from the bench - hands full with a basket, two blankets, and a small speaker.

“You did not…”

If happiness had a color, you’d be engulfed by it now. In one of those late-night conversations with Tae, you remember telling him how much you loved picnics. His boxy smile makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. He sets the picnic box beside you and begins placing the biggest blanket on the grass.

“Y/N,” he warns, hearing the basket being opened. “Wait, okay?”

“You’re no fun.” You pout, close the basket, and shift on your seat so you’re further away from it.

His shoulders shake from laughter. Once everything is set, he pulls you up with one hand and with the other grabs the basket, leaving a peck on your lips before he sits down on the blanket, waiting for you.

“See where patience takes you? Come on, now you can open the basket.”

He’s eager to see your reaction. Taehyung had talked to Seokjin a couple of days ago to gather information about all your favorite foods, candies, drinks… and most of them are ones he loves, too. Your hands make their way to the brown basket and he has to stifle the giggle that threatens to leave his body when you almost knock the basket over in your rush.

“Oh, I haven’t eaten these gummies in a while!” You exclaim, grabbing the three packages and placing them next to the bottles of juice he had also bought.

It takes a while for you to finish unloading the basket and decide what you want to eat first, something about the ice cream being tempting enough to pay little attention to the croissants Seokjin knows you love, and Taehyung not wanting you to have ice cream for your first meal. He can’t help himself - the look of excitement on your face and the million kisses you’re giving him lure him to allow you to dig into the ice cream.

The time you spend laying around in the grass, stuffing your faces with food, goes by quite quickly. It’s now almost one o’clock and the sun is brighter than it was earlier.

“Can I take a picture of you?”

The question escapes your mouth before you can control it - he looks too good to just “let the look go” and you want a picture to remember this special moment. Every time you’re with him, you let your guard down; like every bit of doubt about your relationship resets to zero and only the good parts are to be seen. Because that’s how it has always been: things are wonderful until the love privation passes over it like a dark cloud and turns everything dark.

“How about we take a picture together? Sounds good?” The boy suggests and you accept.

His next move surprises you, though: he pulls you to his lap and grabs your phone, opening the camera app and looking for the perfect angle. You hope he doesn’t notice the flush in your cheeks at the intimate position, trying to hide it by running your fingers through your hair so your hair won’t look all crazy. After both of you are ready, he snaps a couple of pictures - in one of those, he makes you look at him while he plants a kiss on your forehead.

As you’re trying your hardest not to scream at what just happened, now off of his lap, his voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“I wanted to ask you something, Y/N… What is going on between Jungkook and you?”

What? Between who and who?

“Jungkook? Uhh, I might need more context of what you’re referring to…”

And how do you respond to this? Where is all this doubt and nervousness coming from, too? It should be a simple answer.

“That is the only context I can give. You didn’t talk to him before and now it’s like you’re constantly with him, the other day you were at my house and I didn’t find out until I got there.” His tone expresses disapproval and confusion… maybe even sadness.

“Oh, well… Like you just said, we’ve grown closer, that’s all. Jeon is a great guy.” You affirm, busying yourself with the tupperwares that need to be put back in the basket.

But is that really all for you? Why did you hesitate so much when trying to give Taehyung an answer? He’s right when he says that you guys didn’t even talk before - but the more you’ve conversed with Jungkook, the more important he has become to you. This still doesn’t explain the nervousness or the million thoughts that ran through your mind when thinking about what is going on.

The excitement Jungkook shows whenever he is invested in something is something you find adorable. He had called you at 8:00 in the morning saying he’d be in your house - if you agreed, of course - in the afternoon so he could show you this new TV show he started watching. Jungkook’s presence is always pleasing and guarantees you a good time… which is now interrupted.

Your phone rings for the third time in the past five minutes, making you groan in frustration.

“It seems like it’s important. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have called more than once. Answer him, I’ll wait.” Jungkook suggests, a reassuring smile on his face.

You grab the phone and wait a few more seconds before sliding your finger to answer the call.

“Hello? Is everything okay?” is the first thing you ask once you hear the noise coming from the other side.

Taehyung had told you he was going out, so for him to be calling means there must be something wrong.

“Y/N!! My beautiful lady, how are you?” His words are slurred, loud laughter coming from behind him.

“Soberer than you are, apparently…” You trail off, glancing at Jungkook sideways, who pretends to not be paying attention.

You’re 99% sure he didn’t hear what you said. You give Jungkook a small smile and redirect your focus to the boy on the line when he speaks again.

“Listen, I’m here with some friends and they are being excessively coupley and sweet with each other… Would you mind coming so we can do that, too?”

As much as your heart is yelling let’s do it, you know he’s not in a good state of mind at the moment. Taehyung wanting you around while his friends are there? Too good to be true. You know that if you show up, you’ll end up feeling gloomy, expecting something that will probably not happen. The embarrassment you’ll save yourself from if you decide to stay home is bigger than the desire of hopefully being exclusive and public with him.

“Where is here? I have no idea where you are, Tae. Nevertheless, I’ll pass. Jungkook is here and we’re watching a new TV show. Maybe another day?”

It’s not in you to be rude - you’d love to tell him to fuck off, though - when it comes to him. He starts explaining how it won’t be the same without you there and how much he wants to hold and kiss you - you don’t digest any of it.

The game has started. Round Two: Which lover will you get if you decide to go? The loving, charismatic, but drunk Taehyung, or the cold, unaffected by your presence, yet honest Taehyung you know and sadly have fallen for?

Jungkook grabs your free hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. He rubs the back of your hand and squeezes it. Without a second thought, you mutter a goodbye to the boy on the phone and hang up. A dry chuckle escapes your mouth before you’re able to control the sob that follows it. You shake your head in disbelief.

“When did I allow the situation to turn into this?” You point to your phone that’s on the coffee table, ringing again.

The boy beside you pulls you closer to his body, enveloping you in a tight hug where you let it all out, wetting his shirt with your tears.

“It’s not just your heart that’s being broken, Y/N. You deserve more than being used and thinking you deserve nothing. I know it’s not in me to convince you, but more you convincing yourself… just promise me you’ll think about it, please?”

The way he pronounces the last word makes you hug him tighter. You notice he’s pained by the situation like you are3. But you are not inside his head to understand how much it hurts seeing the girl you have feelings for being hurt by someone else she has feelings for.

“I will, Kook. Thank you and I’m sorry I put you on the horns of a dilemma…” He giggles at your choice of words and plants a kiss on your nose.

The show begins playing again. Jungkook’s warm, comforting presence makes you forget all the pain for the night.

This week kicked your ass. Not once but several times.

The unopened wine bottle in your fridge will be the potent, sweet reward you need on a Friday night. Taking your heels off as soon as you’re in your apartment, you sigh in relief. Everything was bothering you today: the new heels, the dress you were forced to wear for the meeting, the exhaustion… too much. Tonight’s plan is simple: wine, a warm bath, a face mask, and some patches for the bags under your eyes.

The bath makes you sleepy - relaxation seeping through your bones. Your body smells like the new shower gel you bought on your last trip to Bath and Body Works, and the cold wine glass in your hand is making your mouth water with the idea of finally indulging in it.

Just as you’re about to dig into your pizza slice - after the mask has dried enough so you won’t stain anything - the doorbell rings. You’re not expecting anyone, your phone is calls and messages free… and it’s 20 minutes past eight - everyone you know is out partying or at their own house relaxing like you planned to. Suppressing the groan that threatens to leave your lips - loudly - you walk to the front door, yanking it open.

“I was about to call you, thought you weren’t home or that you wouldn’t open the door… Oh, am I interrupting something?” Taehyung points to your mask-wearing face, smirking slightly.

The hand he can’t see is clutching the doorknob to the point your knuckles are white. What is he doing here? It’s been a week since that phone call and even though you were avoiding him, you were doing it subtly so he wouldn’t be suspicious. He has done that to you before. You need to think about what Jungkook had told you and his presence resets all the cons you had already established.

Remembering to answer his question, you clear your throat.

“You’re not… I was going to eat some pizza, probably re-watch the last season of Grey’s Anatomy, take these off,” you point at your mask and patches. “And probably go to sleep. What are you doing here?” You’re confused, did he say he was going to come over tonight and you’d forgotten about it?

He makes his way into your apartment and you take a deep breath to stop yourself from breaking down right there and then. You don’t need this tonight, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Looking for a way to busy yourself so you won’t be close to him, you go to the kitchen to get another wine glass for him. Placing the glasses on the coffee table, you plop down on the couch, knees turned to the door.

“Why are you so far away, angel? Come here.” Taehyung complains, tapping on the empty spot beside him.

Angel doesn’t sound like you remembered. All the happiness you used to feel when he called you that is now replaced with sorrow and uncertainty. You pause the show and turn to him. If you don’t get it out of your chest now, you’ll keep believing and telling yourself that you’re probably not what he’s looking for, but that it’s better to have those crumbs rather than nothing at all.

“We need to talk, and I need you to be honest.” You murmur, getting comfier on your side of the couch and facing him directly.

Bracing up for the next words, you look at him.

“Are you actually looking for something here with me? Or is it fun for you to just play with my feelings?”

He’s taken aback. Your words make no sense to him. He leaves the wine glass he had grabbed on the table and sits upright, a deep frown sitting on his face.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” He complains, looking at you like you’re saying nonsense.

“Maybe one day you’ll call me, not drunk, and will tell me you want me to hang out with your friends as we do behind closed doors. Maybe one day you’ll be clear with your intentions and either give me all or nothing. We have been at this… whatever the fuck this is supposed to be for more than 5 months. And I think you know I’d do everything for you so you love taking advantage of that. You are in love with the idea of me being in love with you.”

“Where is this coming from? You’re so upset that I don’t want to make us official? Is that what this is about?” He snaps, rolling his eyes like you’re some immature child.

There it is. He just said it and most likely didn’t notice. He doesn’t want to make your relationship official.

You’re about to reply, but his words come first.

“You’re so fucking difficult to satisfy. It’s like I can’t enjoy being single because you desperately want everything to be official.”

If this was about you wanting to clear things up, there’s nothing left to be cleared up now.

You’re not on the same page and he just proved it. Now you’re enraged.

“How does that make me the bad guy here? Why am I the one to blame? Am I different? I also fucking fall in love, Taehyung. And it’s not me wanting to make things official, it’s the fact that you don’t have the affective responsibility you should. You don’t care about my feelings; you are satisfied with yourself by keeping me around. Do I deserve nothing?”

You struck a nerve. The anger has left his face and he seems hurt now.

“I really don’t know what you want. I don’t see myself having a relationship right now, and you should have been able to tell the moment I kept us private.” He scratches his head, standing up from the couch.

He moves to the kitchen, wine glass in hand, and leaves it next to the sink. All these actions make you realize you finally agreed on something with him: he’s leaving.

“That’s not privacy, that’s being kept a secret. There’s a difference. I think we’re done here, Tae. We’re not on the same page and I won’t stick around for this anymore.”

As you walk to the door and open it, you wait and wait, and wait for him to say something. Anything at all. He never does. He simply walks past you and closes the door behind him.

You’ve been glued to Jungkook the whole night. Taehyung is fuming. He thought you wouldn’t show up because of the incident nights ago, but you’re here, and he should have known better. Since none of the boys know about the fight that had happened because of the “secret” relationship you had engaged in, the only thing both of you can do is play it cool as if nothing had ever happened. Act like the good friends you are - well, used to be. The thing he finds hilarious is how indiscreet you’re being: you’re avoiding him. He wants to believe there is nothing going on with Jungkook - like you had told him that day at the park - and you’re with him just because.

It becomes hard to believe the moment Jungkook grabs your hand and pulls you to sit very close to him while you wait for the chicken to come out of the oven.

It becomes harder to believe when you get all shy from the little kisses he leaves on your cheek.

Taehyung approaches Jungkook when you stand up from his lap and go to the bathroom, one question clear in mind.

“What is going on between you and Y/N? And don’t come to me with a fucking ‘nothing’ because she told me that and this,” he gestures with his hands around to where he is sitting, “doesn’t look like fucking nothing.”

“Hello to you, too. Unlike you, I had the courage to actually act on my feelings and not leave her hanging around. But to answer your question: nothing, yet.” Jungkook explains, standing up so he’s face to face with Taehyung when he steps closer to him.

“Oh, please. Shut the fuck up because you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Do I not? How about I tell all of them in fine detail how she has spent nights, in my arms if I shall mention, crying because she doesn’t know whether you want something to do with her. How insecure you’ve left her because she knew from the start that what you were giving her wasn’t even half of what she deserved, but never gave up on it until she finally realized?”

Jungkook is challenging him. And it hits harder when he picks up on what his friend is saying.

“You’re the fucking reason she broke up with me. You’re the one who got into her mind and convinced her of something that is not true.”

Someone has to grab Taehyung from the arm before he launches himself over Jungkook, fist ready just to collide somewhere on Jungkook’s body.

“Yes, I was the one who told her to think about it. What you gonna do about it, hm? It’s not like you can recover something that was never there.”

“You fucking knew. You fucking knew, and still played me dirty. You couldn’t stand knowing I had some advantage over you for once.” Taehyung growls, trying to shake the hands of whoever is holding him off.

“Taehyung, that’s enough.” Yoongi stands up, moving to stand in-between the boys now that they’re nose to nose, about to punch each other.

Your head is spinning. Yes, it was clear that Taehyung had feelings for you, but he never moved forward with you. Falling for Jungkook was something unexpected, and knowing now that it had turned into some stupid competition between them has your heart aching and you feeling guilty. You step out of the hallway and walk back to the living room with fear, you can’t ignore what is going on, but you have no idea how you could help or stop the situation.

“Call it what you want - you weren’t man enough to act on it. And what fucking advantage are you talking about? Promising her one thing and turning into a total dickhead the moment you’re not alone is pathetic.” Jungkook retorts, launching himself towards Taehyung, being stopped by Namjoon.

You hear someone mutter an oh, fuck behind you.

“She shouldn’t stay here.” Hoseok places a hand on your shoulder and guides you to Yoongi’s backyard, hugging you tightly trying to shield you from what has begun in the living room.

You’ve seen this before, those playful fights where Namjoon and Jin start arguing and Jimin takes upon the task of distracting the others. Now, it’s a more serious conflict and Hoseok escorts you outside so the others can take care of the fight.

Maybe next time they should talk things through. Before they end up hurting each other like they just did.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook drabble #bts drabble #bts #bts fanfic #complete #taehyung fic #taehyung drabble #bts angst #bts fluff

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amiharana · 1 year

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has anyone made a hanahaki revalink au? or recommend one?

#loz #botw #loz botw #revalink #i . LOVE . hanahaki aus.#no like genuinely i LOVE . hanahaki aus #my favorite type of fanfic is when it makes me fall in love with it #and then completely crushes my soul into smithereens #and then gathers it all up and puts it back together again with a happy ending #ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING FOR THE WIN #and also flower language being creatively used for the circumstance that shit gets me too #and i relate to the characters that refuse to confess their feelings for fear of rejection or losing their relationship #and the other person being like You DUMB FUCKING IDIOT IM IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO????#*jungkook voice* i love that shit~ <3

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tsuxken · 1 year

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Redo

When Jungkook goes back in time to reminisce on old memories, he accidentally messes up the meeting him and his fiancé Namjoon were supposed to have. Knowing that trying to change time back to the way it was is too tricky, Jungkook tries his best to make Joon fall in love with him over again. No matter how much it hurts.

Rating: T+

Word count: 7k

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Other tags: Temporarily Unrequited Love, Superpowers, Time travel, Lovers to Strangers, then back to Lovers, Happy Endings

#namkook #namjoon #moodboard #aesthetic #time travel #bts fanfic #fanfic #jungkook #bts namkook #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #read on a03 #a03 fic #complete #pigeon #bts angst #bts fluff #attempt at humor

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jinsbedroom · 1 year

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word count: 3135

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jinkook au where jungkook is a serial dater, dating people for a week to a couple months before leaving and finding someone new to date. seokjin is his best friend, since childhood, who’s been in love with him for years.

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“oh wow, a third date?” seokjin asks, as jungkook quickly gathers his things and heads for the door. “yeah! i really like him. i’ll see you later seokjinnie!” jungkook grins at seokjin before exiting seokjin’s house. seokjin sighs when the door is shut. he only wishes good things for jungkook, but he knows it won’t last much longer with this new guy. jungkook has a track record of dating people for a short amount of time before leaving. seokjin can say he knows his best friend really well, but he has no idea why jungkook dates like this. he doesn’t know much about him when it comes to romance. whenever he asks, jungkook never goes into details, always giving him short answers. “she’s allergic to dogs. i love dogs. it will never work out!” “i don’t like the way they eat, it’s really messy. makes me lose my appetite.” “he snores when he sleeps. i can’t be with someone i can’t even sleep next to.” seokjin figures he just gets bored easily and has commitment issues, like he’s always had. ever since they were young, jungkook was never able to stick to one hobby. he could never settle for one and would move on to the next. since elementary school, jungkook would make a new group of friends every year and his friendships from the previous year would just die out, naturally. he could never finish the last bite of his food or finish an entire movie because he would just get bored of it. seokjin has been the only constant in jungkook’s life for a long time. they’ve been friends since they were kids. they met in kindergarten, becoming each other’s first best friends. they’ve been inseparable ever since. it’s been 20 years since then. at some point, seokjin found himself in love with jungkook. he doesn’t know when it happened. maybe he’s always loved him. sometimes, he questions if he’s actually in love at all. he’s never experienced it before with anyone else, so how does he know it’s love? seokjin tries to put himself out there, as jungkook does. he goes on a date once or twice a year. he’d go more often but something with jungkook always comes up when he plans dates. jungkook takes top priority in his life. he knows he’s also jungkook’s top priority. at the end of the day, seokjin can’t imagine end game with anyone but jungkook. and maybe that’s why he believes he’s in love. imagining life, growing up and growing old, with someone else was simply unimaginable. a thought he couldn’t even fathom. part of him thinks that someday jungkook will find someone he’ll fall in love with. seokjin will still be in his life, in that case. that’s enough for him. another part of him thinks that maybe jungkook will reciprocate his feelings, but seokjin would never actively seek it. if jungkook wanted to be with seokjin, he would ask seokjin out on dates and not seek out other people. jungkook isn’t exactly shy about asking people on dates, so by now… well, that’s just what seokjin thinks. seokjin checks the time. it’s 7pm, dinner time, but he has no appetite. he’s okay with eating dinner alone, but knowing that jungkook is having dinner with someone else just makes him feel lonely. he decides he’ll take a little nap on the couch and then eat when he wakes up. he’s also exhausted from doing nothing today. jungkook came over to hang out, but they didn’t do much together. they just co-existed—jungkook playing video games on his computer, while he watched movies on his own. he sets an alarm for 1 hour and falls asleep on the couch.

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seokjin wakes up in his bedroom. how did he get here? it's 11pm. what happened to his alarm? the first thing he sees when he walks out of his room is a bag of takeout boxes. in the kitchen, on the dish rack, he sees a dish and a pair of chopsticks that have been washed. on the couch, jungkook is sleeping. the tv is on, but nothing is playing, just a “are you still watching?” screen. he must’ve fallen asleep watching something. it seems that jungkook brought dinner for the two of them, but ended up eating by himself because seokjin was sleeping. he guesses jungkook must have carried him to his room and then ate by himself. how did he sleep through all of that? seokjin heats up the food and eats by himself, not paying much attention to the sleeping jungkook, but his heart felt full just knowing jungkook was near him. while seokjin is washing his dish, he hears jungkook stretch and walk over to the kitchen for a glass of water. “finally awake?” seokjin asks, as he dries his hands and goes to sit on the couch, still warm from jungkook’s body heat. “barely.” jungkook replies, taking big gulps of water, before following seokjin to the couch. “were you comfy?” “yeah, but it’s not as comfy as you and your bed. i didn’t want to wake you though.” jungkook smiles. it was so easy to imagine them being in a relationship, having a life together. they existed seamlessly together in the same space. it was all so comfortable and natural. but reality is different. seokjin looks over at jungkook to see hickeys on his neck. he only lets himself feel hurt for a second before smiling back at jungkook. “so how was your date?” seokjin questions. “it was barely a date. he just brought me to his house and then… well his bedroom was so messy, i had to leave. we didn’t eat so i bought some dinner for us to eat together, but you were asleep so… yeah.” seokjin chuckles. “you let a messy room get in the way of-” “i don’t sleep—have sex—with people, seokjin.” jungkook cuts in, sounding irritated. seokjin has never received this type of reaction from jungkook before. it throws him off a little. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to assume. i’ve just always thought you-” seokjin tries to apologize, but is cut off again. “i get it! you see me covered in marks and just assume i sleep around. i date a lot too. and i never fixed you when you just assumed—and i never talk about my dating issues with you—just know i don’t though. i never let it get that far.” “okay, i got it… is everything okay?” seokjin is worried. he doesn’t understand why he’s acting this way. jungkook takes a deep breath. then he moves seokjin’s arm so that he can lay his head in seokjin’s lap and make himself comfortable, placing seokjin’s hand in his hair, something jungkook does when he feels stressed and needs comfort from seokjin. naturally, seokjin starts combing through his hair. they stay like this in silence for a while. “i think i want to stop dating.” jungkook finally says. “why?”

“it just never feels right. other people just… don’t feel right on my skin. people just want me for something i don’t want to give them. it’s exhausting. do people think i’m easy? i just don’t want to do it anymore. i don’t want to deal with dating anymore."

“that’s okay jungkook. it’s your decision. you… you’re amazing. i’m sorry that other people don’t see that.” seokjin doesn’t really know what the right thing to say is, but he says it anyway, hoping it would make jungkook feel better. jungkook reaches above his head to hold seokjin’s hand, stopping him from combing through his hair. he sits up completely and looks at seokjin. “can i sleep here tonight?” jungkook asks. “of course you can, you always can.” seokjin smiles. with that, jungkook pulls seokjin off the couch and together, they go into seokjin’s room.

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seokjin thinks maybe his view on best-friendships is a little skewed from being best friends with jungkook. they cuddle often. they hold each other closer than he’s seen friends hold each other. he thinks that’s just their unique friendship. everyone’s a little different, right? except not everyone is in love with their best friend. seokjin always feels a little guilty when jungkook holds him close like this. he feels a little guilty when they sleep together like this. he feels a little like he’s taking advantage of jungkook’s friendship. he feels bad that he enjoys being held like this because it means something different for him, but he would never say anything to jungkook. “can’t sleep?” he hears jungkook mumble from above him. seokjin is lying in jungkook’s arms, head on his chest. he can feel the rise and fall of jungkook’s chest as he takes a deep breath. jungkook moves, gently pushing seokjin off his body so that he can sit up to turn on the bedside lamp to a dim setting. then he lays down, making himself comfortable again, throwing an arm and a leg over seokjin’s body, looking at seokjin at eye level. seokjin blinks a few times to adjust to the light. “how did you know i wasn’t asleep?”

“you just didn’t breathe like you were asleep, i guess? we laid here for an hour and it just didn’t sound or feel like you were sleeping.” jungkook explains. “you know what i feel like when i sleep? weirdo. doesn’t that mean you weren’t sleeping either?” seokjin smiles. “i always fall asleep after you. you sleeping helps me sleep. is there something on your mind?” “not really. i was just enjoying being held by you.” seokjin admits. he presses his mouth shut so that he wouldn’t accidentally say more. he can feel himself warming up with blush. “you’re doing that thing with your lips when you silence yourself. tell me!” jungkook laughs. seokjin pushes jungkook’s leg off of himself and turns around. immediately, jungkook moves closer to throw his leg over seokjin again, holding him close from behind. “just tell me!”

“it’s really nothing. like i said, i was just enjoying being held by you. that’s it.” jungkook hugs seokjin tightly and gives him a kiss on the back of his head. “good thing I enjoy holding you then, hm? get some sleep. i’m not going anywhere.”

—

jungkook sleeps over more often now. they hang out more often too. it’s been 3 months since he decided he would stop dating.

instead of spending time and energy meeting new people and going out with them, jungkook has spent all that extra time with seokjin. they go out to eat, go out for walks, hikes, bike rides. they go indoor rock climbing, play tennis, take boxing lessons together… on lazy days, they cuddle on the couch, watch shows, play video games, order take out… discovering new things to do and places to go together, but also enjoying what they’ve always enjoyed.

this is what dating should be like, right? jungkook wonders if this is what being in a relationship is supposed to feel like. he started to see the difference between his dates and seokjin. he just loves seokjin so much. he’s spent a lot of time with seokjin before, he was always over at seokjin’s place. but now, he was pretty much living with seokjin. he barely went back to his own apartment.

everything was so much easier and more comfortable with seokjin. he didn’t have to play himself up or worry about what seokjin might think of him, because he already knew.

since he stopped seeing other people, he started to realize seokjin was the person he wanted to be with, maybe some part of him always knew. he can’t help but feel like seokjin wants to be with him too.

he notices the ways in which seokjin adjusts himself to fill his needs. it’s something seokjin has always done, but he's really seeing it, now that his focus is entirely on seokjin. he notices that when he struggles to choose something from the menu, seokjin would just order it all, and they would share and take the leftovers home. he loves when seokjin feeds him. he notices that there are some days when seokjin wants to watch a movie, but will watch a short cartoon instead with him. he loves that he can stay awake for the whole show without falling asleep halfway. and when he does fall asleep, seokjin cuddles with him on the couch. he notices that seokjin always tries his hardest to beat him when they play sports or games. and when he’s not good at something, he’ll practice a lot to get better. he loves that seokjin knows he loves the challenge. he notices that seokjin is always neat and always cleans up right away. this probably isn’t something he does for jungkook, but he appreciates it so much. he hates mess and so does seokjin. in fact, he probably hates mess because he’s grown up with such a tidy seokjin. isn’t this what love is? isn’t this how seokjin shows him that he loves him?

tonight, those thoughts hit him like a ton of bricks as he lays in seokjin’s bed, arms and legs tangled with each other, while seokjin’s telling some story about work.

it all hits him. “-and he kept messing up because he was laughing so hard!” seokjin laughs as he’s telling the story.

“seokjin…”

seokjin gathers himself to stop laughing, but still smiling. “yeah?”

“how did you feel when i was dating all those other people?” “i mean it wasn’t great, but whatever makes you happy jungkookie, i’ll support you.” “… i hated whenever you had dates.” jungkook admits. seokjin laughs, not really understanding where this is going. “yeah, i could tell! remember when you called me right before i had to leave for my date last year. and for what? to help you organize your closet?” “i just didn’t want you to go.” jungkook admits. “you could just tell me that next time.” “if i told you not to go, you wouldn’t?” “of course!” “okay… then,” jungkook untangles himself from seokjin and sits up, leaning on the headboard of the bed, “don’t go on dates with other people anymore.” seokjin follows, sitting up, leaning over to look at jungkook’s face with a worried expression on his. “okay, i wont. what’s this about?” “i don’t want you to be with anyone else. it’s selfish, but i want to occupy all your free time. i just want to… i love you, seokjin.”

“i love you too. are you scared i won’t love you anymore if i go on a date or something?”

“no seokjin. i love you. i want to be with you. i want this. us. all the time, like we have been for the past 3 months. and honestly, before that too, probably. i don’t want to date and i don’t want you to date either, unless it’s us.” jungkook looks down at his hands. he’s scared to look at seokjin’s face. scared of being rejected. but he feels so confident that his feelings are reciprocated that he just said it all. for just a moment, there’s silence. then seokjin reaches over to hold jungkook’s hand. “how long have you felt this way?” seokjin asks. “i don’t know. forever? but i’m feeling it more right now.” “forever? but you dated all those people.”

“but none of them lasted and none of them felt right. they weren’t you. i think i always knew it was you, but i only realized it recently. i didn’t know that you wanted to be with me before either. but recently… it just feels like you do, or at least i’m only noticing it now…” jungkook lifts his head to look at seokjin. “you do right?” seokjin moves closer to jungkook, tightening his grip on jungkook’s hands. “of course i do! i’ve loved you for years jungkook. are you telling me we could have been together this whole time?” jungkook pulls his hand out of seokjin’s and with both hands, he rubs his face. “oh god we’re so stupid. we’re so dumb. friend don’t do what we do and yet… somehow neither of us knew?” “what do we do?”

“seokjin, every night, i hold you like you’re the love of my life—you are, by the way. and every night, i have to stop myself from…” jungkook grunts, shaking his thoughts away, then continues, “best friends aren’t like that.”

“i’m the love of your life?” seokjin starts to cry. he’s been in love with jungkook, feeling guilty about it for so long, and to learn that his feelings are reciprocated was overwhelming. “baby, don’t cry.” jungkook hushing seokjin, pulling him into his lap. “baby?” seokjin cries a bit harder than before, scooting himself closer on jungkook’s lap. “why are you crying?” jungkook uses his sleeve to wipe away tears falling down seokjin’s face. “you love me. i’ve been… nevermind. i’m just happy.” seokjin laughs while crying." jungkook pulls seokjin into a hug, rubbing his back to comfort him. “you feel right on my skin.” seokjin sniffles, still crying. “oh my god. you’re so weird. who says that?” “but you love me.” “yeah, and you love me.” jungkook pushes seokjin off his lap so they can lay down again, so he can hold seokjin in his arms, as he does almost every night. “stop crying, your snot is getting all over my shirt.” jungkook chuckles. “s-“ seokjin sniffles, “sorry.” then he fully wipes his face on jungkook’s shirt. “seokjin! ugh, that’s so gross!” “are you going to leave me?” “… no. but that’s still gross.” seokjin laughs, getting up. “i’ll go wash my face.” when seokjin gets back, jungkook isn’t wearing a shirt anymore. he was probably too lazy to get up and get a different shirt. seokjin climbs back into bed, back into jungkook’s arms. he loves feeling jungkook’s bare skin. “so we’re boyfriends now right?” jungkook asks. “if you want to be.” “so… i can kiss you?” “yes. you kissed me before, but you’re asking now?” “you know what i mean…” seokjin turns his body over so he’s facing jungkook and pecks his lips, then goes back to his former position before jungkook can see any blush forming on his face. “goodnight!” seokjin says. jungkook holds him a little tighter after that. seokjin can feel his heart beating faster through his chest. seokjin falls asleep like this, loved and happy.

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it turns out the transition from “best friends” to “boyfriends” wasn’t much of a change for the pair. they’re still the same as they always were: inseparable. except they kiss a lot now.

#jinkook #jinkookau #kookjin #kookjinau #bts fanfic #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook #completed

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Blind Switch by Charmander

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26998771

14 Chapters (226,504 words) + Sequel

Tropes/Tags: Opposites Attract, Jockey Jungkook, City Boy Jimin, Enemies (?) to Lovers

"When Jimin’s parents decide he needs to straighten out his life in order to earn his trust fund, they send him to his grandparents’ ranch where he meets prestigious horse trainer and jockey, Jeon Jungkook. Jimin has always gotten his way before, but Jungkook is used to working with anything and anyone stubborn, and Jimin may have just met his match."

#charmander #opposites attract #enemies to lovers #completed #chaptered fic #fav #jikook #jimin and jungkook #jikook fic #ao3 fanfic

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JJK Fanfic Recos

Hi. These are some of the fanfics I've read.

I've read A LOT but I'll only be including the ones I really enjoyed reading.

I'm in the process of recollecting them, please bare with me.

I'm also updating this post often, so whenever I end finishing a fic I like I just post it here. hehe

💓 - Fluff ❤‍🩹 - angst 🥵 - smut 🚨 - violence/drugs 🤪 - crack ⭐ - fav 🎣 - latest addition to the list

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚. SERIES ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

My Love is Here - @/solemnreads

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹 (so much angst, I love it), 🥵 summary: "You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened."

Knife's Edge - @/readyplayerhobi

Completed ✅

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵, 🚨 The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. It’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?

Four Seven Eight - @/jiminrings

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹 (fic made me cry) ,🥵 you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you.alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

Close to you - @/muniimyg

Completed ✅ ⭐

genre: 💓, 🤪 It should've been easier than this, right?In which oc and Jungkook sleep together and he can't get over it.

Falling Skies - @/fortunexkookie

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Please Love Me - @/ahunderedtimesover

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

Lowkey - @/xpeachesncream

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹, 🥵 In order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, Jeon Jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the way of dating.

Hotter Than Hell - @/chateautae

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: ❤‍🩹, 🥵 Jungkook, Lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he's unsure of. Embarking on his journey for the answers should've been easy, if it weren't for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. Kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover Lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and Jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

An Ode to a Broken Heart - @/smoochkooks

Ongoing... ✍

Genre: ❤‍🩹 (bro I've been crying over this fic for days), 🥵 (future smut) you’ve watched jeon jungkook slip out of your reach your entire life. now it’s time for you to finally move on, bury the past and open a new chapter. however, you’re doing it in your own, unconventional way - by publishing anonymously a novel about your miserable relationship.

Mutual Help - @/personasintro

Ongoing... ✍ (this is also posted on AO3)

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 (damn... that's all i can say) in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

Way Back Home - @/solemnreads

Ongoing... ✍

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹 (please i really love angsty fics, fite me), 🥵

"Please tell me this isn't what I think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. You look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. You look into his eyes, broken, and sad. You've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. But here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "Yes... they're your children."

Strawberry Kisses - @/pixieknj

Ongoing... ✍

Genre: ❤‍🩹, 🥵 (Chapter 1 has been posted, but its something else) Jungkook is notoriously known as a f^ckboy who doesn’t eat p^ssy, until he finally gets alone with you…

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚. ONE-SHOTS or TWO-SHOTS ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

The Right Choice - @/honeytae

Genre: 💓 for as long as you've known Jungkook, you would think that you're witnessed all sides of him. But when you notice the way he's looking at you right now, you think you may be wrong about that.

Rainy Days - @/rklve

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Your life choices left not only yours, but Jungkook's hear broken in pieces. Now you're back in town, and just like Pluto, even if its cold and dark he tends to orbit around his sun forever.

High Demand - @/bunnyhugs77

Genre: 💓, 🥵, 🚨 A modern day Romeo and Juliet

SOJU - @/hoseoksluna

Genre: ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jungkook gives you all that he has—his feelings, his dominance and his cum.

Lost & Found - @/kooktrash

Genre: ❤‍🩹 (if you squint), 🥵 your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

Bottle Up Old Love - @/wintaerbaer

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.

Pink Sapphire - @/jiminrings ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹(please I'm a sucker for this) ,🥵 Having Jungkook as a husband is great as far as arranged marriages could go; he's easy to love. Your relationship's perhaps become so easy that Jungkook doesn't think sometimes— and that's what makes it the easiest for you to hate him.

Will it fit? - @/jeonsweetpea

Genre: 💓, 🥵, 🤪, ❤‍🩹 (just a little bit) So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can't exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom...

Break up with your Boyfriend - @/spideyjimin

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jungkook, the campus fuckboy, has decided to make you his next victim, but you're far from being like any of his previous hookups. You're not single. You're actually in a very long-term relationship with Baekhyun, the man you consider the love of you life, but it's for sure something that won't stop Jungkook. He wants you, and he's going to do absolutely everything to have you, even falling in love.

Paint me naked - @/gimmethatagustd

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he's not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?

I hate you, I love you - @j/ungblue 🎣

Genre: ❤‍🩹,🥵 You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends... and you're absolutely in love with him; he's in love too—just not with you.

How to Get a Guy - @/taeshobipop 🎣

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹, 🥵 Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He's loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you're absolutely bizarre. But there's a silver lining— Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he'll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungook can continue persuing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn't want to tbe the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

#jjk x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine

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alexlwrites · 3 months

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𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.

Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔: Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: I’m truly sorry for this sad excuse of an update.

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲, 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

(<<< part one)

“I can’t believe you’re doing this again” Jane’s voice rang through the phone as you walked down the streets towards your desired coffee spot.

You also couldn’t believe you were doing that again. You tried your best to live your life with no regrets, but men made it very hard.

“Have you seen him since he fled the crime scene?”

“Stop calling it a crime scene” you snapped.

“Well, have you?”

Your silence was enough of an answer. No, you had not seen or heard from Jungkook since he ran away from your bedroom in the dead of night, leaving behind only the smell of cologne and, funnily enough, a single sock. When you woke up that day to an empty bed, sheets crumbled and a mattress indented on the side where he had slept, all you could muster was a tired sigh of disappointment.

And to be completely honest, you were disappointed with yourself, not Jungkook. You expected nothing less than a quick escape of him. But you should’ve known better than to hope for anything. Despite everything, you were still an idealist at heart and you thought that maybe just this once…

You shook your head obstinately. You had learned early on that no good would come from moping around for men who would never once feel any regret for their thoughtless actions and if your pain were to be always one sided, then it was better not to feel any at all. Not to dwell on it, move on, learn from it and be better. Or be worse, sometimes, as self-improvement was not always your goal.

Sometimes, you chose to listen to the tiny revengeful angel on your shoulder - who kind of sounded like Taylor Swift - that screamed for violence and vindication.

As your failed relationships started to pile up, you did reach a point where you had to wonder if you were the problem, as it was the canonical event of all 20 something women. But observation, therapy, critical thinking and hereditary pettiness brought you to the decision that it was not, in fact, your fault. At least not all of it.

With that in mind, you left only the smallest of time slots in your booked and busy schedule to ponder and grieve over the fickle nature of boys’ interests. You had better, more important things to do, such as mindlessly scroll through Minecraft/AITA videos and save pilates routines that you were never gonna do.

Still, in an experience intrinsically feminine, you allowed yourself a little treat to cope with the slight burn of despondency in the back of your mind.

And so you directed yourself to the bougie coffee house near campus, hoping to drown your sorrows with an aggressively sweet and overly caffeinated drink.

“You should slash his tires”

“Jane, please, we have talked about this.”

“You should totally slash his fucking tires!"

"Saying it louder is not gonna make me agree with you! Jane…"

Suddenly your eyes found Jungkook's across the room filled to the brim with depressed, financially irresponsible students, making you pause and hold back the urge to curl your lips in distaste. It bothered you that even with scared eyes as big as saucers and hunched shoulders to appear smaller, Jungkook still managed to look good.

But you knew better than to let him know how much his presence and pretty face annoyed you. Boys like Jungkook only cared about having an impact on people’s life, very rarely caring if it was good or bad. He wanted a reaction out of you and you learned better than to give those away so carelessly.

So you frowned and looked away, the words practiced on your lips as you said “Some guy is staring at me.”

Jane laughed loudly on the phone “You’re a psycho, you know that?”

“I don’t know who it is, Jane, some dude” you stole a quick glance at him, finding vengeful glee at his shocked expression.

“Send me a pic of his reaction, I’m posting it on TikTok.”

You continued playing your part, ignoring your sister’s interruptions as you usually did “Of course I’m carrying a taser, Jane, I’m not an animal…”

“I’ll give you 5 bucks to tase him.”

“You know what, this coffee is not even worth the visual harassment, God I hate men…”

You walked out of the coffee house, hand empty but with a fulfilled sick sense of accomplishment as you stepped out into the street with a shit-eating grin.

“I hope you know what you’re doing” Jane said and you could hear the smile in her voice. Out of your two sisters, Jane was never the one to tell you to not do something, preferring to let you make your own mistakes.

And boy, did you.

You left your big, beautiful, tattooed mistake behind you, ready to move on to something less prone to disappointment, such as fictional men and your Stardew Valley husband “Dont worry” you told your sister “I don’t.”.

—

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, left eye twitching slightly at your unbothered expression.

After your confusing exit from the coffee shop and a good amount of jabs from his friends, Jungkook had to hunt you down across campus, finding you sitting under a tree with a book in your hands, looking way too peaceful for someone who just had humiliated him.

You looked down at your book with an arched eyebrow “Kegels, clearly. Why?”

“No, I mean…” Jungkook’s frustration was rising by the second, the vein on his neck jumping out “Why are you acting like you don’t know me?”

You frowned.

“Do I know you?” you asked, face doubtful.

“We have classes together?”

You blinked, impassive.

“We went on a date?”

A head shake.

“We slept together!”

“Nope, can’t say it rings any bells.”

That’s it. Jungkook was actually convinced you were clinically insane.

“How can you not remember?”

“How can I remember something that never happened?”

“But it did! You’re crazy! I chased you for weeks!”

You smiled, a trap.

“So, you're, like, in love with me?” you ask, tone condescending.

Jungkook scoffed and you weren’t sure if it was at the idea of love or loving you. “No, of course not.”

“So in this dream scenario of yours, we had sex but we weren’t together?”

“Trust me, this” he gestured between the two of you “is no dream scenario.”

“Well, aren’t you a charmer” you crossed your arms in front you, defensive “Let me get this straight. You, allegedly, chased me for weeks, but don’t really like me. Then, we had casual, out-of-relationship sex and then what? You banged my head against the headboard so hard I completely forgot about it? Your story is full of holes, my dude.”

You had to fight back the urge to smirk, energy spiking from feeding off of Jungkook’s stupefied confusion.

Nail in the coffin, you shrugged, turning your eyes back to your book “Maybe you weren’t that memorable and my mind deleted you like a childhood trauma.”

A slight left eye spasm was all the reaction you got at first, evolving to the pursing of pouty lips and the clenching of fists.

“You are insane” he said at last after seconds of turning clogs in his barely filled mind.

“Finally you said something true.”

Jungkook was equally bewildered and furious. He didn’t know what your deal was or what you were getting out of this, but your refusal to admit you had sex pissed him off deeply considering how much time and effort he put into getting you together.

“Also, I have to ask” you continued, clearly not done with your pursuit of driving him up the wall “what was your goal with this conversation? Chasing me for weeks to then sleep with me and then come here and tell me you’re not actually interested in me, but being upset when I don’t remember something that didn’t happen… What’s the point?”

Jungkook paused. Truly, he didn’t have much of an end goal in mind, actions fueled only by a bruised ego and a childish, borderline pathological need to prove himself.

When he didn’t answer, you stood up and gathered your things, keeping your head down to hide your poorly concealed satisfaction “I’ll let you ponder on that” you said “Don’t worry about reaching out with an answer, though.”

Finally, you looked up at him, face masked with faux awkwardness. “Anyway. Nice to meet you, I guess? No, actually, not really, this was weird as shit. You seem to have some things to figure out. Get help and take care, my dude.”

And so you left, leaving behind only a cloud of your bergamot perfume and a perplexed Jungkook blinking owlishly.

There was a sudden influx of thoughts rushing through his usually much less busy mind, the general tone of confusion ringing amongst humiliation and frustration.

When Jungkook first set his greedy eyes on you, he had an inkling that you’d be a handful and in the beginning, you truly were. You took pleasure in making everything much more difficult for him, running from his presence like the plague and approaching the whole subject of him like one would the subject of warts - reluctantly and with caution.

And if he were honest, he wasn’t too sure on why he insisted, but one would be surprised at how far Jungkook would escalate things out of spite and resentment.

It was that same sick combination of flavors that drove him insane for weeks, moving him to pester you until you gave him a chance. And he took it, lord, did he take it.

That night, he made every possible effort to please you, cloaked in his best, non-ranch stained clothes and best non-arrogant behavior.

And when morning came and he opened up his eyes before you did, tired out from the epitome of his bestest behavior, there was a moment of quiet as he watched you eyelids flutter delicately, soft arm draped lightly over his waist.

The night before had been… Fun, he thought, even before you had reached your bedroom. You were weird and used a bunch of words he didn’t know, but you also made him laugh and listened to him babbling about his interest without once looking bored, even going as far as asking questions about his farfetched MCU theories.

And despite your many (too many to count, insurmountable really) differences, you had… Chemistry, one could call it. Thick chemistry, palpable tension, pushing you towards each other despite your previous attempts to go the other way.

But no amount of chemistry could break Jungkook’s routine as inertia pushed him out of your bed, practiced steps light as feathers as he escaped your apartment with one last look to your sleeping form and somehow one less sock on his feet.

And as he left, there was an undiagnosed pounding in his heart he tried to chalk off as the result of his Dorito and monster drink based diet, but his eyes kept flashing back to where you rested even when he was miles away.

He tried to make sense of your persistent presence in the back of his mind. You were cool, he’d give you that. Hot too. But it didn’t matter how your body fit his like they were manufactured together or how your passive aggressive way of flirting (or insulting, he had a hard time telling them apart with you) never failed to steal a snort from his lips. And yeah, it was kind of nice when you called him cute everytime he didn’t understand something you said. It brought a blush to his cheeks and wild butterflies to his stomach, because… Well, no one had ever called him cute after middle school. Hot? Yes. Sexy? Once a week. Biggest dick ever? Yes, both meanings.

But not cute. And deep down, under layers of aggressively oversized shirts and muscles… Jungkook kind of liked being cute.

Jungkook shook that thought away. Despite all that, you were a point he had to make.

And he did! Point proven and undisputed, up until you looked at him like he was a silly little kid throwing a tantrum (which he kind of was) and questioned him and his sanity,

But Jungkook was obstinate and, even more, the sorest of losers. He had proven himself once and would again! He was a man on a mission, he decided, watching you walk away from him while mouthing the words “I’ll pray for you!”. And the mission was to either send you into a psychiatric hospital or get you back into his bed.

And if the butterflies in his stomach fluttered excitedly at that second prospect, he didn’t allow himself to ponder on it for a single second.

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jungkookschin · 7 months

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older

think i need someone older, just a little bit colder, take the weight off your shoulders

synopsis: all your friends say you're delusional for thinking you have a chance with jungkook, the handsome older man you've known since forever, but you just can't seem to let him go. word count: 18k

pairing: older!jungkook x afab reader

genre: age gap au (seven years), social media au!!!, childhood acquaintance au, fluff, comedy, angsty, outta pocket, alludes to sexual innuendoes warnings: character death (not jk or y/n), cursing, nudity,

author's note: i am so overwhelmed with the support i've gotten for this fic!! obviously this isn't going to be the best written fanfic, but i genuinely enjoyed writing it!! and yes, there will be a part 2!

PART 1 | PART 2

“Girl.. be for real. He doesn’t want you.” Beomgyu’s opinion bounces off your bedroom wall but shoots into your heart like an arrow; you subtly glare at him through your vanity mirror. Though, the Snorlax plush headband and unblended concealer in triangles under your eyes is far less than intimidating.

“Okay, fuck you-”

Beomgyu shrugs. “You can wear all the makeup in the world and you would never get his attention,” he nonchalantly utters, not caring enough to even look at you while he addresses you. You pout, sulking as Beomgyu’s very real assertion settles into your system.

Jeon Jungkook would never see you that way.

He adores you because you’ve been acquainted since childhood- your parents being close friends. He’s seven years older than you and has witnessed you blossom from a childish boy-crazy kid to an equally boy-crazy adult, the same way you’ve seen him go from a prepubescent pre teen to a hot, older, rich, man.

“Look, and that’s not to say that you’re not pretty or whatever because you are pretty and a lot of guys want you, but Jungkook… he’s just too old for you,” he offers you an empathetic smile before attempting to assuage the petulance in the air. “Honestly, I would be even more concerned if he responded to your advances because that would be.. hella weird.”

Beomgyu’s claims often transform your brain into a philosophical battlefield. Would it really be all that inappropriate for Jungkook to see you as a woman? An age gap of seven years holds no real significance if you were both in your 20’s, right? But does Jungkook knowing you since childhood completely nullify any chance you have with him?

“Oh fuck off with that. I’m not a little kid anymore. I’m already 19 years old, almost 20-”

“The delusion is never escaping this one…” Beomgyu mumbles. He finally looks up from his phone when you spring up from your chair and stomp over to him. You hold your manicured claw up to scratch his face, but Beomgyu grabs your wrist before you can do any damage.

“You’re such a horse girl, don’t try to scratch me- wait are you crying?” Beomgyu’s gaze melts after noticing the tears accumulating in your waterline.

“No!” you respond, the tip of your nose becoming slightly red. You raise your sleeve to wipe your nose.

“Wait Y/N! You’re going to get makeup all over my hoodie!-”

Beomgyu halts when he sees your unblended concealer transfer onto his very white and expensive hoodie. His lips form into a straight line while he stares at you blankly.

“Sorry?” you squeak. He gestures dramatically- blinking at you like a pissed off owl.

…

You bolt to the door, sprinting from Beomgyu before he quickly follows in pursuit of you. You run through the house, tumbling down the stairs frantically, and when you turn the corner, you stub your toe against the wall, stumbling over and falling flat on your face.

You shriek in pain, holding onto your toe. Your eyes immediately tear up, sobbing through the pain blistering in your toe. And for some reason, Beomgyu is nowhere to be found.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You freeze when none other than Jungkook pops out of his room, completely shirtless with nothing but gray sweats on. His abs are literally ripping in your face and his entire sleeve of beautiful tattoos are practically mocking you- especially the mask one. It's laughing in your face because it gets to be on Jungkook’s body and you don’t.

You begin to cry even harder. No physical pain would ever compare to the pain of not being able to have him.

“Whoa, whoa, what happened?” Jungkook kneels down and takes your foot in his large hands.

Thank God you got your toes done the day before. His thumbs press into the balls of your feet while he carefully inspects your toes. “Not fractured, I think. Think you can get up, baby?”

Baby. He’s been calling you that stupid nickname since forever. That’s what everybody used to call you when you were younger; you were the youngest of all your parents’ friends’ kids after all. But for some reason, the nickname only seemed to stick with Jungkook. He has this horrible tendency (not really) of doting on you, taking care of you, and spoiling you to oblivion.

You sniffle, shaking your head.

Jungkook’s handsome face crinkles into a subtle laughter, an amused expression etched onto his features. He takes his pointer finger and thumb, pinching your nostrils and wiping your snot onto his sweats.

You smile sheepishly, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

This man will literally touch your feet and boogers as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. That has to mean something, right?

Jungkook scoops you into his arms bridal style and takes you into his room.

Why Jungkook has a room in your house is beyond you. It seems like he was always over doing some errands for your parents- not that you were complaining, of course. He sets you down on his bed and uses his large palm to smooth over the frizzy hairs that are sticking up.

“Just stay here for a while. I’ll take you to Urgent Care if it hurts in a few hours.”

Truth be told, that shit didn’t even hurt anymore, but there’s no way you were going to pass this opportunity up. You nuzzle into Jungkook’s sheets, his masculine smell absolutely amplifying your will to live. His cologne smells so good, the musky elegance of his scent making you dizzy as you bask in his essence.

Anyways! Looks like you’re canceling your plans with Beomgyu. Apparently, he already knows that.

Shutting your phone off, your eyes drift towards Jungkook, owlishly blinking at the computer code projected onto his large monitor. He’s got everything going for him: rich, hot, smart, successful. You want to cry again. “Jungkook, can I ask you something?”

His focus remains on the screen, eyes still boring onto the monitor before he absentmindedly responds, “Sup?”

“What would you do if a bear, a lion, and a gorilla just walked into this room right now?”

Jungkook’s fingers pause, hovering above his light up keyboard. He swivels around in his chair, his handsome features crinkling in evident confusion.

“I’m serious. What would you do if a bear, a lion, and a gorilla showed up in your room? If you aren’t able to answer the question, then I don’t really know if I feel safe here,” you elaborate as you gesture with your hands, the bratty tone laced in your voice attempting to guilt trip him for not having a backup plan for this very specific specific situation.

“Easy. I would feed you to them and then escape,” Jungkook bites back a cheeky smile before spinning around and returning to his work.

You gasp dramatically, pouting before you pull his covers over your head.

Jungkook hums to himself, laughing at how obnoxious you can be.

Later on, another question is conjured in your imaginative little mind, and Jungkook’s lip twitches when he hears your classic Jungkook, I have another question.

“Hmmm?”

“Do you think you could put me on with your piercing guy?”

Jungkook swivels around in his chair once again. “Thought you already had your ears and belly pierced.”

“It’s not enough. I want more. Wanna be like you,” you murmur, eyes settling on his five piercings decorating his left lobe, the one in his eyebrow, and the two on his lips.

“It is enough,” he immediately counters, “You shouldn’t put holes in your body.”

You cock a brow at him. “I know you’re not talking.”

Jungkook’s lip twitches upwards at your cheekiness. “Yea, I’ll send you his instagram. Tell him you’re with me and he’ll squeeze you in as soon as possible.”

“And I told Soobin to not piss in the water bottle, but he did anyway. And guess what? I almost drank from the same water bottle. Can you believe that? I was so fucking pissed at him I almost threw his piss back on him…” Yeonjun can tangibly feel that you’re not all there, your eyes occasionally drifting off- so his eyes follow your train of vision until-

“Oh c’mon Y/N!” Yeonjun’s fingers release the grip on the gym equipment, causing the weights to thunderously slam back into place. You yelp, flinching a bit before you swat Yeonjun’s biceps.

“You scared me you bitch!”

“You scare me! And what the fuck are you wearing? What kind of basic bitch wears a pink set to the gym?”

You gasp dramatically. “You did not just say that.”

“And stop drooling over Jungkook! He doesn’t want you-mmmphh!” You clasp your palm over Yeonjun’s mouth mid-sentence, your boba eyes glaring up at him. You release your hand, pouting at him dramatically when you feel you’ve tortured him enough.

Hands on your hips, you continue glowering at him and he gladly reciprocates the scowl on your lips.

Yeonjun acquiesces from the glare-off almost immediately, too entirely soft to hold a grudge against his best friend. “Did you only agree to come to the gym with me to see Jungkook?” he asks, sincere disappointment laced in his words.

You immediately soften, disheartened to hear the crestfallenness in his tone. You shake your head at the notion. “No- I wouldn’t do that. I swear he’s here by coincidence,” you explain thoughtfully, “I’m sorry for being an inattentive friend. It wasn’t intentional. I just get distracted whenever I see him. I’m sorry.” Your eyes return to Yeonjun’s who smiles knowingly at you. He opens his arms, offering an embrace and you gladly accept, hugging all the problems away.

“You’re such a lovestruck girl,” Yeonjun teases.

“I can’t help it. He just looks so good. Look at his arms and his tattoos- oh Yeonjun, I’ll never get over him. What should I do?”

“We just have to kill him. That’s the only option left,” your eyes meet his, his empty gaze boring into your skull before you both burst into giggles.

“You’re right. That is the only option left.” You take a step back to stretch your arms, releasing the tension in your limbs until you sense a very familiar walking pattern approaching you.

“Hey Y/N,” Jungkook casually greets, creeping behind you to wrap a single arm around your shoulder. He pulls you closer to him from behind, nonchalantly nuzzling his forehead into the back of your head. You use both your hands to grip onto his thick forearm. “Um, hey Kook.”

Yeonjun bites back laughter, watching how you practically become hysterical at Jungkook’s casual gesture.

Jungkook uses his vacant hand to dap up Yeonjun- over your head. “What’s up Yeonjun?” Jungkook grins. Yeonjun reciprocates the friendly greeting. “Hey, how’ve you been? You looked great with the tricep presses.”

Jungkook beams at that. “Oh, you saw? I’ve been bulking so I’m trying to go super heavy with the weights.”

“I can tell. You look fucking enormous,” Yeonjun comments.

Jungkook immediately dismisses the compliment with a wave. “Don’t say that. You look good too…”

Tuning out of the interaction, your brain begins to malfunction when you realize that Jungkook is extremely familiar with all of your friends. You definitely aren’t the most social person, often opting to napping in your cozy bed instead of going into the harsh, unforgiving world, but you are lucky enough to have great friends like Yunjin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Jungkook knows all of them. That had to be indicative of something deeper, right? Perhaps his underlying affection for you? Or a sign that he was possibly in love with you?

“What are you giggling about?” Jungkook teases, gently using his vacant hand to ruffle your hair.

You crimson intensely. “Nothing,” you sheepishly respond, skitterishly ducking under Jungkook’s arm to scurry behind Yeonjun, using your friend as a protective shield.

“What’s up with her?” Jungkook asks Yeonjun, to which Yeonjun feigns ignorance. “Not a clue.”

“Well then, I’m gonna head out. I’m actually staying at Y/N’s for a bit because her parents are out of town. Can you believe I still have to babysit her?” Jungkook says to Yeonjun, giving you a teasing glance.

“It’s just in case someone stalks me or tries to kill me! I don’t need to be babysat,” you emphasize, scowling at Jungkook and he can’t help but to reach out and pinch your cheek. The casual gesture sends you over the moon.

“Whatever you say. You need a ride home though? I can wait so Yeonjun doesn’t have to waste gas on you,” Jungkook suggests, eyes darting towards yours then Yeonjun’s to detect any traces of reticence or hesitation in his features.

You do the same, glancing towards Yeonjun who actually sports a look of indifference. You playfully link your arms with Yeonjun’s before sending Jungkook a downward smile. “It’s okay Kook. Wanna spend time with my friend today.”

A touched gasp leaves Yeonjun’s lips as he holds his hand over his heart, gesticulating dramatically to convey his surprise that you would choose him over the man you’ve been salivating over the past thirty minutes.

Jungkook has no protests about your preference. “Alright Y/N, see you at home. See you Yeonjun,” he gives you a little squeeze before he departs.

Yeonjun waits until Jungkook is out of ear shot to provoke you, mocking you in an obnoxious, high pitched voice, “I don’t need to be babysat! You’re such a baby- but thank you for choosing me, you know.”

You tilt your head, eyebrows pinching before you subtly frown at Yeonjun’s comment. “Of course I would choose you. You’re my friend.” You say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world- because it kinda is. Bros over hoes any day.

Yeonjun’s lips quirk up at the sentiment, “Oh how touching, thank you so much for gracing me with your presence, my queen.”

Jungkook thinks you can be such a princess sometimes, especially when you drag your feet back into the house, a sour expression consuming your pretty features. Particularly receptive to your emotional fluctuations, he doesn’t hesitate to ask you what’s up.

He leans against the kitchen counter, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows as his eyes settle on your moping figure. “Who made you sad? Bring them to me right now,” he muses.

You pause, letting your light green gym bag (with little Snorlax’s decorated all over it) fall to the floor with a thud before gazing at him with a vacuous expression. “Why are you dressed up?” you point towards his work attire- a simple white button up and slacks. The buttons on his dress shirt are undone and messy, giving you access to his chest and it makes you want to roll around on the floor and cry. His slacks are tight- accentuating his long, muscular legs and you decide that you’d be okay with dying only if you were suffocated between his thighs.

“Had a work call,” he responds, indifference laced in his voice, “Now who made you sad? Want oppa to handle it for you?” he teases, releasing a breathless laugh at the way your nose scrunches up in disgust.

Nonetheless, you spill everything to Jungkook- because you always spill everything to Jungkook and because you trust him with everything in you. He makes you feel safe. Plopping yourself down on the seat by the dining counter, you wordlessly slide your phone across the counter. Jungkook effortlessly stops your phone with a single hand, his eyes scanning across the array of text messages popping up on the screen.

“Not this guy again,” he mutters under his breath, gauging the situation.

“I know!” you concede, “Wish he would leave me alone- but I feel like I have to respond.”

The text messages were from none other than your ex-boyfriend, telling you how much he misses you, how he’ll do better for you, and every other generic I want you back text in the book.

There are various reasons why you feel obligated to respond to him: (a) the whole breakup was a mess and (b) it was your fault. You were in a long-term, committed relationship with your high school sweetheart until you recognized your exponentially growing feelings for Jungkook. The guilt of breaking your ex’s heart haunts you- his crying, tear-stained face often popping up in your mind when you feel shitty, making you feel even shittier. Though you were no longer emotionally tied to him you do feel obligated to give him closure, or at the very least respond to his text messages.

But you’ve had this conversation with your ex numerous times. How much closure does one need in order to move on?

“You don’t have to respond to him,” Jungkook’s sonorous voice pulls you from the thoughts plaguing your mind. “You’ve already told him how you feel,” Jungkook is the rational force in your life, always tugging you towards the right direction, especially when your susceptible mind feels the need to please everyone and everything.

“I know,” you sigh, “I just feel bad. He was my first kiss, first boyfriend. It feels like I just abandoned him.”

A look of contemplation blankets Jungkook’s handsome face, evident by the way his fingers trace over his chin and lips. “That’s true,” he eventually asserts, “but no one as young as you should stay in a relationship out of obligation.” He approaches you and settles himself down on the vacant seat beside you. “Actually Y/N, I’m proud of you for building up the courage to let him go. It would be more painful if you forced yourself to stay.”

You purse your lips and nod, allowing yourself to enjoy the sensation of Jungkook comfortingly rubbing your back. “t’s just sad. I used to love him.”

“I know Y/N, but sometimes you just have to start living in the present instead of the past. If you respond you’re just going to give him false hope. Just let it be,” he articulates, using prudence to assuage you.

You nod, craning your head to sustain eye contact with him, making the conversation feel all the more intimate and personal, “How would you feel if you were him? I mean- if your girlfriend broke up with you and you were still like- in love- with her?”

He tilts his head, thoroughly contemplating the question because he takes your feelings seriously, and he wants to give you the right answers. “If my girlfriend loses feelings then she loses feelings, there’s nothing I can do about it. I definitely wouldn’t beg for her back, I’d go out and make a lot of money instead,” he smiles, “But I wouldn’t know how it feels. I’ve never been dumped before,” he adds.

“Seriously?” you interject, not believing that Jungkook has never been dumped in his 26 years of living. “What about that one girl you brought to Thanksgiving Dinner a few years ago? What happened to her?”

“Ahh her?” he somewhat grimaces at the thought of his ex-girlfriend, “She was getting a little too suffocating so I let her go. She was really pissed off- tried to key my car and shit,” he states.

You gasp. His ex-girlfriend was so sweet to you- she even bought you a Snorlax plush keychain. But you can imagine Jungkook trying to hold her back while she jostles out of his grip, trying to key his car- his baby. “No way? If she ever comes back, just let me know. I’ll throw hands for you,” you enunciate, showing him your fists to which Jungkook just scoffs in amusement.

“Yea, I’ll definitely call you,” he remarks sarcastically before getting up, “So are you good, baby?” he asks, casually resting his hand on your shoulder, and you nod.

“‘M good. I’m not gonna respond to him.”

Jungkook’s lips quirk up at that. “Good.”

Jungkook is livid. You can tell by the way he spam calls you even after you repeatedly reject his calls. You quietly sneak out of the lecture hall and answer his call once you’ve reached the hallway.

“What? I’m in class,” you impatiently mutter.

“You’re fucking kidding, aren’t you?” he scoffs through the phone, “I canceled your appointment, by the way.”

The color drains from your face once you realize what this is about. “He told you?”

“You’re out of your fucking mind if you thought you could go through me to get your nipples pierced! I can’t believe you thought I would let you do that!”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” you whisper shout into his phone, “I’m an adult, I can do whatever I want!”

“No you’re not. Baby, you can’t even drink,” he reiterates, a little more calmly this time.

“Who cares? You’re not my mom! I can do whatever I want. Even if it’s through someone else!” you bark back. The silence that ensues intimidates you.

“Baby.” His voice is low, and it’s kinda hot but you don’t pay attention to it because of how angry you are at him trying to monopolize your actions.

“I’m not a fucking baby anymore so stop calling me that!”

“You’re not a baby?” Jungkook laughs lowly into the phone, as if the claim itself is ridiculous.

“‘m not.” He can practically hear your pout through the phone.

“You can’t even get on a plane by yourself.”

You gasp at Jungkook’s low blow. That was one time. A month ago, you took a flight to Vegas for EDC to meet up with Yunjin, who flew out the day before you. But you had no clue how to check your bag in, and were far too intimidated to go through the security check by yourself. What if they thought your ID was fake? Or worse what if they sent you to jail? There was just no way you could go through by yourself.

You remember the way Jungkook shook his head at your preposterous notions but nonetheless still agreed to take care of you.

So Jungkook drove you to the airport, carried your bag for you, weighed it, and checked it in. He also stood with you for the entire thirty minute wait at security and only left the airport when called and told him you were waiting at the departure gate.

You don’t respond, and he takes it as an opportunity to further his point.

“That’s what I thought. End of story. You’re not getting it done.”

He hangs up and you blissfully sigh. This literally takes feminism back 32904098 years, but you kind of love a man that can put you in your place.

Jungkook goes to the gym everyday solely so he can beat the shit out of Taehyung and Mingyu, who get off on tormenting him for his extremely complex and profound feelings for you.

Hooking up to the bluetooth speaker and blaring the sound of police sirens, going “Ayo! He’s right here, officer!” every time they walk past a policeman- they even go as far as putting handcuffs on him while he sleeps- hooting and howling in laughter when Jungkook wakes with his hands restrained.

Initially, it made his intestines twist and turn with pure guilt, guilt about harboring feelings for you, the little girl who used to prance around his room and do cartwheels in futile attempts to impress him.

His friends make him feel like shit, but they’re his friends for a reason.

“Hey, so how’s Y/N?” Mingyu casually asks, sinking into the welcoming leather of Jungkook’s sleek, black sofa. He props his feet up on Jungkook’s coffee table- mahogany brown and custom designed to suit Jungkook’s meticulous and elegant taste.

Jungkook narrows his eyes at the nonchalance of the comment, half expecting Taehyung to pop out of nowhere in policeman cosplay, ready to put him in cuffs. “Why’re you asking?”

When Mingyu detects the hostility blanketing Jungkook’s features, his jaw drops in realization of the reality of the situation. “Wait.. you don’t take us seriously when we tease you about that shit, right?”

Jungkook cocks his head in confusion, settling beside Mingyu, chopsticks in hand as he blows on his ramen. “I mean, kinda. I feel guilty about it.”

Mingyu eyes his friend for a while, and Jungkook slowly turns his head towards Mingyu when he feels lasers boring holes into his skull. “What, asshole?”

“Ah, sorry man. I didn’t know it bothered you. I kind of thought it was a given that you and Y/N are cute together. Didn’t know the age gap bothered you.”

Oh.

Jungkook pauses, setting his sizzling ramen back into the plastic container instead of into his mouth, and Mingyu feels the need to further elaborate.

“I mean, you’re always helping her out, taking care of her, that’s pretty cute.”

Jungkook blinks at Mingyu, raking his tattooed hand through his hair. “Doesn’t that just make me look like a dumbass?” he mutters, before letting out a bitter, light-hearted laughter at the reality of his assertion.

His emotions for you run deep and intricate, but one thing remains unequivocally clear: he doesn't do these things because he expects something in return. That would be selfish. Obligation doesn't factor into his decisions either. Jungkook doesn't subscribe to such motivations when it comes to his personal life. He views it as unnecessary and cumbersome—except when it involves you. Whether it's looking after you, lending you money, helping you with homework, or driving you to the airport, he does it all because he genuinely loves you.

He acknowledges the peculiarity of his natural inclination to care for you. In the past, he's ended numerous relationships due to girls he found excessively clingy, suffocating, or overbearing, all attributes he easily uses to describe you- but he lives for that shit when it comes to you.

Mingyu’s forehead wrinkles in confusion. “What? That girl loves you, Jungkook. If she does good in school and gets rich, you’d be bathing in that shit,” Mingyu jokes, causing Jungkook to sputter out laughter at the absurd thought.

“Right now though?” Mingyu continues, “She wouldn’t be able to change your tire or some shit, but she brings you this sense of peace, and that’s something every guy needs in his girl.”

Jungkook pauses at that.

Jungkook is abruptly awoken by the blaring sound of his ringtone. Groggily, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand, eyes barely open.

You, the only person that would call him at 3 in the morning, and you the only person he would answer at 3 in the morning.

Babysitting is the last word he would use to explain why he’s at your house right now. He’s at your house because, well, he would do anything for you, even if you aren’t aware of the lengths he would go to keep you satiated and happy.

He’s aware that men find you charming for your ditzy and oblivious nature, but Jungkook likes you regardless of whether or not you possess such an arbitrary trait. But it is true that there are a lot of things you aren’t aware of, like how utterly lovely you are. Jungkook knows you- sees how oblivious you are to the men who shamelessly ogle at you, or the boys who practically break their necks to get a glimpse at you.

You have this resonating effect on him. You drive him crazy and you don’t even know it.

Initially, Jungkook had never truly focused his attention on you, yet as time passed, an irresistible attraction began to pull him toward you. He vividly recalls an incident in particular that left him dumbfounded.

Jungkook’s mom visited yours to drop off some vegetable. Gifting fruits and vegetables from their gardens are the way the aunties demonstrate their love and appreciation for one another. Jungkook reckons you didn’t know he was there because you pranced down the stairs with the tiniest boy shorts and camisole top. Jungkook isn’t the type of man to become disoriented over the sight of a woman’s body, practically desensitized from all the women he’s been with, but he stiffens at your presence.

“Wow baby!” His mother giggles, using your classic nickname as she ogles you shamelessly, “You’re getting really sexy!”

She playfully nudges your mom, “Are you ready to have grandchildren?” The joke makes your mother roll her eyes, though a smile lingers on her lips, infinitely proud of her beautiful daughter.

“I wish someone would marry my daughter!” Your mom jests, “All she ever does is sleep! I just wish a man would even look her way!”

Jungkook’s eyebrows pinch in bewilderment. He knew your mother was only joking, teasing you as per usual- because clearly, you are captivatingly gorgeous. You make a sly comment in return to make his mom giggle, always so smooth and sociable with the old ladies.

Suddenly, you randomly swivel around, yelping at Jungkook’s presence. “Oh hey,” you greet, fidgeting in place, “I didn’t know you were here. Sorry- I should cover up a little.”

For the first time in his life Jungkook is speechless in front of you. You. You just look so pretty standing in front of him, your manicured fingers twirling a single strand of hair, gazing at him and gnawing your lips like he makes you nervous when in reality you make him tremble with just one look. It makes his chest tighten and he inhales deeply to compose himself.

“No. Not at all, you should be comfortable in your own home,” the smile he offers you is forced, polite, and you’re bewildered at the tension accumulating between you and him. Your eyes glint downward; you can’t even look at him, and suddenly a bold wave of impulsivity washes over you.

“Hey Jungkook, can we talk in the other room?”

Jungkook’s eyes flash towards his mother’s then rapidly back at you. Subconsciously, his eyes trace down your body and he feels like has to physically gouge his eyes out to prevent himself from looking.

“Yea, sure.”

He follows you upstairs into the guest room, taking extreme measures to keep his pupils focused on the ceiling lights above your head. However, his efforts work against him because the ceiling lights shine on you like a spotlight, illuminating your gorgeous figure as you make your way up the stairs.

Your fingers wrap around his forearm and you pull him into the room.

You waste no time getting straight to the point.“Jungkook, I think I’m pregnant.”

Jungkook blinks, processing what you just said. “Huh?”

You bite your lip anxiously, crossing your arms while you look down at your toes. “My period is late, and I don’t know what to do- you’re the only person I trust to talk about this.”

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to confirm the sentiment. “You can trust me with anything. I’ll always take care of you- ‘m just a little shocked because I thought you were still a virgin.”

Gasping dramatically, you pout at him and stomp your foot. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

Yea, clearly not, he thinks. “Just act normal. After I drop my mom off at home I’ll come back with a pregnancy test.”

You nod and give him a downward smile. “Thanks- ‘m just really nervous and I hope I’m not pregnant because I don’t even remember who the dad is and-“

Jungkook frowns at that, perturbation morphing onto his features. “Y/N, you don’t remember who the dad is? Please don’t do that- only sleep with people you trust. Please.”

“I trust you.”

The words tumble from your lips immediately, before you can even process your thoughts. You clasp your hand over your mouth, a small gasp leaving your lips as you gaze up at him in pure horror.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to think- doesn’t even know if that was just a fragment of his imagination. He blinks at you, brain too fused to even conjure a proper response.

“Wait- I didn’t mean it like that!” you blurt out. At that moment, you give up on any attempt to salvage the situation and scurry out of the room, stumbling back down the stairs.

Jungkook runs his hands over his face.

He’s going to hell for the thoughts running through his mind.

Thank God you weren’t pregnant but after that night Jungkook just never looked at you as just a family friend. It’s complicated . It’s morally conflicting, and it frustrates Jungkook like nothing else.

“Hello?” he speaks into the phone

“I bled on my bed,” you sniffle into the phone, “Just please come upstairs,” you say before abruptly hanging up.

He begrudgingly rises from his bed. Though tired, he doesn’t hesitate to throw his black t-shirt over his head to look presentable for when he checks up on you. Rubbing at his eyes with his knuckles, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his black sweats as he makes his way up the stairs. He gently opens the door to see you sitting idly under your covers, clinging onto your Snorlax plushie for dear life. You’re wearing

He sits on the edge of your bed. “You ran out of pads?”

You don’t say anything, remaining stiff like an ice sculpture, not melting under Jungkook’s warm touch like you usually do.

He nods at you and gently tugs on your oversized T-shirt, urging you to get up as he sticks out his hand. “Change the sheets and I’ll go out and buy you some pads-“

“Jungkook, I'm in love with you.”

Abrupt.

Impulsive.

Messy.

But you feel like you just have to say it. With a radiant glow on your rosy cheeks, you purse your lips in a demure manner, physically unable to look at him. You have to look at Snorlax to get your words out instead.

You inhale deeply. “I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, and I’m sorry if it creeps you out but I’ve always had feelings for you- and I hate you for it because I don’t think I’ll ever have the capacity to love anyone else like I love you.” With glossy eyes you finally peer at him just to see an entirely indecipherable expression- you’re not sure if it conveys shock, bewilderment, or horror but it evokes the most unsettling and humiliating sensation in the pit of your stomach.

Just as day transforms into night, humiliation morphs into anger, and anger morphs into nonsensicality. Outrage bubbles within you and you chuck the Snorlax plushie at his face.

“Fuck you! How can you treat me the way you do and expect me not to feel anything?! I emotionally cheated on my ex with you! You’re the fucking worst and I hate you. I hate you so fucking much!” Your hands frantically search for every single squishmallow, plushie, and teddy bear you have and you violently chuck your beloved squishies at him. From zero to one hundred, you’ve escalated rapidly and you feel like you’ll die if you don’t convey everything to him right now, in this moment.

Jungkook remains stoic, somewhat resembling the statue of a Greek god: handsome and stagnant, not even flinching at the impact of your squishies hitting his built body or the way you nonsensically scream at him.

“This is all your fucking fault Jungkook. You ruined my life! You ruined love for me! I’ll never get a boyfriend, never get married, never have kids because of you! I’m going to die alone and it’ll be all your fucking fault! How could you do that to me? How could you do that to me?” You erupt into sobs, pushing your face into your hands as you violently cry. Snot, tears, and saliva leak from your face as the chagrin completely consumes you.

“Y/N.” The sound of Jungkook’s deep, baritone voice is barely audible over the sounds of your heaving.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He does sound sorry, but you can’t help but question the authenticity of his words because he didn’t do anything wrong in the first place. It’s like he’s merely uttering an apology to appease you.

But for Jungkook, he’ll apologize a million times if it helps dry your tears. He never let his pride get in the way when it comes to you.

He sits at the edge of your bed, using his finger to tilt your chin up, revealing your disheveled, snotty, and glossy face. You whimper when your vision clears and focuses on him.

He wipes your face with your own shirt, tugging up the hem to absorb your tears, still gentle and attentive. You swat his hand away. “You need to stop doing that,” you mewl, blinking more tears from your eyes.

“You need to stop crying. It makes me sad,” he retorts, passing you the same Snorlax plushie you violently launched at him. You cushion the plushie on top of your thighs and bring your knees to your chest. You inhale and exhale deeply, trying to settle from your emotional high.

“You don’t even take me seriously,” you mumble, peeking up at him.

“I always take you seriously,” Jungkook responds, “but I want you to stop crying first-

“Jungkook, kiss me,” you breathe out, “If you don’t hate me, then kiss me,” you say, your eyes fluttering shut, delusionally- as if he was about to kiss you. Instead, you feel his large palm on your head, softly caressing your hair.

“I’m not gonna kiss you. You should get some rest.” His voice is deep, calm, and composed. How can he be so normal when you’re on the brink of losing your mind?

Your face scrunches up in indignation before you erupt in tears once again, practically screaming. “Fuck you! I hate you! I hate you!”

“Y/N.” He calls your name repeatedly.

“Y/N-”

“Shut the fuck up you asshole!”

“Y/N,” his voice becomes more stern with everytime he calls your name, but you don’t let him get a word in. You keep screaming at him, calling him every name in the book of insults, shaking him off every time he goes near you.

When he attempts to sit by you, you violently push him away. “Go away! I’m not a little kid anymore! I don’t fucking need you anymore! I’m gonna be single forever because of you! If you don’t want me to be single forever then just fucking leave and never come back!”

You’re aware that your words are horrible, but the overwhelming sense of embarrassment and shame erupting in your system prevents any rational train of thoughts from developing in your mind. You’re embarrassed and devastated that Jungkook doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, and it sends you spiraling.

He attempts to calm you once more by sitting on your bed, but you push him even more violently. “Don’t fucking touch me! I’m never gonna find love because of you! Just fucking die, just leave forever if-”

He staggers on his feet, caught off balance from the force of your push, and for the first time in his life Jungkook yells at you.

“Y/N!”

Giving you no time to say or think anything, he seats himself on your makeup chair, tattooed hand gripping onto its top rail. “Y/N,” he scowls deeply at you, features blanketed in exasperation, “We’ll talk about this later, but you need to calm the fuck down. You’re hurting me when you talk like that.”

Your eyebrows furrow deeply in horror, your cheeks tear-stained and your eyes filled with sorrow. The haunting realization of what you just said settles into your system. Your quivering lips barely enunciate your words. “Kook, I’m so sorry,” you blubber out. “I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t mean it. I promise I didn’t mean it!” You shoot up, stumbling over your own feet and collapsing onto the floor. You’re a mess. Your face glistens with a layer of your own snot, and your hair is matted and tangled, the result of the countless times you tugged at it during this interaction.

Unbeknownst to you, there's a red blotch near the lower hem of your T-shirt, and droplets of blood escape you and drip onto the floor as you stumble out of bed. Jungkook notices though, eyebrows pinching in concern as a very disturbed expression morphs on his face when you collapse to your knees, your trembling hands holding onto him for support. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave. Please don’t leave. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it! It’s all my fucking fault!”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you sniffle. “I’m so sorry I said that. That was so horrible of me. Please don’t die. I’m so sorry.”

A sigh of vexation leaves his lips, but nonetheless he remains patient, compassionate towards the devastation that consumes your face. “I’m not gonna die.” He cups your face with his tattooed hand, and uses his thumb to wipe the idle tears on your face. “I forgive you. It’s okay.”

“Promise? Promise it’s okay? I’m so sorry,” you cry even more, desperately latching onto his hands, using the side of his fingers to wipe your eyes.

“It’s okay,” he confirms, tilting your head upwards before wiping your face with a makeup wipe from your vanity. “‘M really tired. I’m gonna go get your pads then I’ll be back.

You sniffle. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” The smile he gives you is forced, and it makes you feel horrible.

He motions his head towards your bed. “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when I come back.”

You tiredly listen to his words, getting under your covers and holding onto your Snorlax plush. “Good night Kook.”

“Night,” he says, somewhat emotionlessly, flickering the lights off and vacating your room.

Horrible. You wake up with puffy eyes, infinite eye boogers, and an awful pit in your stomach. The memories of last night come flooding in and you immediately check your phone to see if Jungkook texted you. There’s nothing there.

Why would he want to talk to you after what you did?

You decide to send him a text message to further emphasize how sorry you are.

You throw your phone on the bed and scream into the stomach of Snorlax.

Dry. He’s being so fucking dry and it’s all your fault.

The next few weeks are spent with you attempting to redeem yourself.

You have no idea why you’re in front of Jungkook’s work, let alone with a lunchbox cake in hand. Begrudgingly, you stumble inside the tall building, awkwardly smiling when you come face to face with the sweet old security man. Jungkook’s work place is fancy as hell. Every floor of the tower hosts the office of an aristocratic company. There are even enormous, airport-esque x-ray machines stationed towards the entrance. You have to walk through a metal detector to be granted access into the building.

“Why hello, young lady! What business do you have here today?”

“Um, I have a cake for someone. H-he works at HYBE Tech Solutions.”

“Alright, go ahead and put your bag and belongings here,” he says, motioning towards the tray on the X-ray machine conveyor belt. You watch as your belongings pass through the machine and come out on the other end. Then, you step through the metal detector, holding your arms up to be properly inspected. You bid the security man goodbye and walk towards the elevator.

An ominous feeling of stupidity washes over you as you press your fingers onto the elevator buttonsYou feel stupid. You feel dumb. You feel silly. You would never do this for a man, but here you are.

You take a deep breath before you stumble in, coming face to face with the lady that works at the front desk. Your eyes settle on the badge on her blouse. Dorothy. You vaguely remember Jungkook ranting about this woman, venting about how she crossed professional and ethical boundaries- often sneakily creeping her fingers up his chest while they spoke and even going as far as to dig into the company’s database for his personal information.

You clear your throat. “Hi, how’s your day been?”

“I’m great! Thanks for asking, hun. How can I help you today?” She asks, voice bubbly and uplifting, perfect for customer service.

“Oh! Um- I have something for Jungkook. He works in the tech department.”

Her bubbly and friendly atmosphere immediately diminishes, and she raises her eyebrows at you before eyeing you conspicuously. With a vacuous expression, she picks up the landline, pressing her thin fingers into the numbers. “Hey, can you let Jungkook know that there’s a child here for him?”

You purse your lips at that, rocking back and forth on your heels. You try to avoid eye contact with this woman by looking elsewhere- pupils frantically darting to the daisies on the front desk or the grandfather clock that sits idly against the beige walls- but she’s persistently staring you down.

Thank God Jungkook appears from the end of the hallway.

He sports a light blue button up and brown slacks, a stack of papers in his tattooed hand while the other rakes through his short hair. He looks delicious as ever and clearly Dorothy agrees because she practically moans as he walks down the hallway.

“Y/N?” He narrows his eyes in your direction, confirming that it’s really you.

“Um hi Kook. I brought you something.” You use two hands to present the styrofoam box to him.

Jungkook’s eyes scan from the lunchbox to you. He places the stack of papers on the front desk before accepting the box and popping open its lid. “A cake?” he questions, and you nod shyly, fidgeting in place.

“Thanks,” he plainly says, giving you an awkward smile before his eyes dart towards Dorothy, who is intensely scrutinizing the interaction. There is tension in the atmosphere, and Dorothy’s presence isn’t helping.

He clears his throat. “You didn’t have to, you should be studying,” he says, his words a little more light-hearted this time.

You shake your head. “I wanted to do this for you. I’m sorry for last night, Koo.”

He stares at you before letting a sigh escape his lips. “t’s okay Y/N. Told you I‘m not mad. We’ll talk about this later.”

You twiddle with your fingers, your puppy eyes flickering towards him.

“Hug?” he asks, cutting the tension, tilting his head while he holds his arms open. You pout, nodding before running into his arms. He holds you tight, and whispers into the top of your head so Dorothy wouldn’t catch heed of the conversation. “You made me sad last night, you know.”

“‘I’m sorry.”

“‘It's okay. I can never be mad at you for too long,” He subtly releases you from his embrace and pinches your cheek. “Now go home, okay?”

You take a step back and offer a nod. And for some reason, Jungkook feels that you’re looking at him as if you’ll never see him again. “Enjoy your cake.”

Jungkook smiles back, waving you goodbye. You turn to the office lady, who quickly averts her eyes once you notice her blatant eavesdropping. “Thank you auntie. Have a nice day!”

Jungkook has to physically restrain himself from laughing.

A heart emoji. Butterflies erupt in your stomach at his most insignificant actions. You hold your phone to your chest and bite back a smile.

Loud music booms and vibrates through the walls of this massive mansion. There’s a huge pool, complete with a waterslide and waterfalls spilling into the pool. You’re surrounded by tons of other like-minded college kids, clad in nothing but a white lace bikini. You’re able to acknowledge that it isn’t the most tasteful outfit, but you feel good and you look good.

After jumping in the pool and violently pelting water balloons at each other (effectively scaring away all the hoes), you and Yunjin lie under a cabana mindlessly scrolling through your phones. You only look up from your phone when you sense Yunjin holding up her phone for a selfie. Jungkook would have rolled his eyes at the sight.

“Can I show you something?” you abruptly blurt out, eliciting a cynical look from your friend. “Is it bad?”

You immediately shake your head, composing your posture so you can properly show Yunjin your texts with Jungkook. Her eyes rapidly scan over the phone in moments and she shoots you a sly glance.

“So do you think?-”

“I don’t know… but I really, really, really hope that it means something. I don’t want him to see me as a little kid anymore, you know?” Bashfully, you smile at her, your demure expression a complete juxtaposition to your practically naked figure.

Yunjin cups your cheeks making your glossy lips pouty. “Y/N! You’re about to pull Jungkook!”

“I am?”

“Yes you are-”

Yunjin flinches dramatically when a harsh stream of water unexpectedly drenches you. You both whip your head to the culprit in question: Beomgyu standing directly in front of you with a massive water gun.

“You bitch!” Yunjin shoots up and runs after him with you rapidly following your partner in crime’s lead. But as you’re running towards Beomgyu (who maniacally screams and dashes), another stream hits you from the back.

The second culprit. Soobin. You sprint towards, latching your claws onto his white T-shirt him while you tug him towards the pool. “Wait Y/N! I just dried off. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

No mercy for this bitch.

You position yourself behind him, using your whole body to push him into the pool. Splash! You jump and squeal in excitement when he emerges from the water wiping his face with his hands. You laugh hysterically in his face, childishly pointing your finger at him, finding it even more hilarious when he gives you the stink eye. “That’s what you get, asshole!-“

You pause and shriek in horror.

Somebody just pulled on the strings of your bikini top, exposing your boobs to the entire party.

You instinctively crouch, shoving your chest into your knees.The gasp of horror that leaves Soobin’s lips mirrors yours, and he immediately springs into action, rapidly lifting himself from the pool and sprinting after whatever asshole just violated you.

“Y/N!” Your savior, Yeonjun appears in front of you, crouching to your level. He rapidly rids himself of his shirt and pulls it over your entire figure. “You’re good, you’re good,” he whispers calmly to you, trying to prevent you from having a full blown panic attack. You stand up reticently, folding your arms over your chest, eyes trained on the ground and only looking at Yeonjun’s feet to gauge which direction you’re heading in.

“You okay?” Yeonjun settles under the cabana. “That guy is such a dick,” he mutters to himself.

You nod and sink into the cushion of the outdoor-couch. “I’m so fucking embarassed.”

Attempting to salvage the situation, Yeonjun immediately shakes his head. “No, no. Nobody saw anything.” You shoot him a skeptical look, knowing damn well everybody in the party saw your bare boobs.

“Is that Jungkook?”

You immediately whip your head towards the left, and indeed Jungkook is walking your way. You can’t believe he’s real. All heads whip in his direction as he makes his way towards you. He flicks his head back to prevent hair from falling in front of his eyes, barefoot, black T-shirt, and gray shorts. He looks so handsome you can’t even comprehend it.

“Y/N!” He shouts, quicklyducking under the roof of the cabana before he positions himself in front of you. He inhales and exhales deeply, the blistering sun forming particles of sweat on his forehead.

You look up at him and your heart melts. The sheen of sweat on his face, the way his eyes fixate on you. Your heart skips a beat. You want to cry. Again. Out of embarrassment, and how emotional you become at Jungkook’s mere presence.

You bury your head into your knees, making Jungkook's eyebrows pinch. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Yeonjun opens his mouth, hesitatingly glancing at you to confirm if telling Jungkook is okay.

You shoot up and practically catapult yourself onto Jungkook, latching onto him like a Koala. “Nothing happened,” you say, nuzzling your face into his shirt. “Come swim with me. Please.”

Jungkook sighs, using his large palm to tame your frizzy stray hairs. “Y/N. We need to go home.”

You cock your head in confusion.“Wait why?”

His voice becomes oddly stern. “Y/N. It’s important and we have to go home.”

“To your place or mine?”

“My place. Just follow me.”

You haven’t a clue as to why Jungkook is behaving so urgently, but you follow him nonetheless. You pick up your purse and give Yeonjun a quick hug, running after Jungkook who cooly breezes past everyone, not a single person missing the hot guy who suddenly showed to the party.

Jungkook opens his car door for you and allows you to step in.

“Jungkook… is something going on?”

“Yes, there is,” he says grimacing slightly, shutting the door for you before he climbs into the driver’s seat.

This nauseating anxiety bubbles inside you and sends chills up your spine, making you flinch when Jungkook closes the car door on his side. Jungkook doesn’t say anything, just looks behind his shoulder to reverse from his parking spot before zooming out of there.

“Is this because of what happened the other night?” you ask, and he glances at you quickly.

“No, it isn’t.”

“Well.. are we going to talk about it?” you push, twiddling with your fingers.

Jungkook shakes his head, noticing your trembling fingers in his peripheral view. He reaches over and puts his hand on top of yours. “Not now.”

You don’t respond, shifting in confusion.

“Here,” Jungkook starts, throwing his phone in your lap, “You can play whatever song you want.”

You purse your lips and silently nod.

Sooner or later, you arrive at Jungkook’s apartments, and he leads you up the stairs and sits you on his black leather couch.

He cups your face with both hands, caressing the apples of your cheek with his thumbs. With your eyebrows pinched, you peer into Jungkook’s eyes, conveying your confusion through your scrunched facial features.

“Y/N, before I tell you what I want to tell you, I want you to take a few breaths. Just know that I’m always here for you.”

You nod steadily, pretty facial features still crinkled in confusion.

“Y/N, your parents were in a car accident, and they didn’t make it.”

“What?”

And as the haunting realization settles into your system, all you can remember are your shrieks of terror echoing throughout his apartment and the way Jungkook holds you against his body while he wipes your tears and assuages your loud cries.

The few days that proceed are a blur, but Jungkook takes care of you and is far more attentive than he ever has been. You cling onto him like fragile glass ornament hanging from a delicate thread- like he was all you had left because he was all you had left. He was your spring solace after a harsh winter, and the way he treated you indicated as much.

Jungkook works from home so you aren’t alone. For the entire day, you sit on his bed and watch him work. You eavesdrop on his meetings, falling asleep to the sound of his voice and whenever you wake up Jungkook ensures that he feeds you, constantly worried about your inability to eat.

You’re queasy just thinking about going back to your house, so your daily and nightly attire consist of pieces from Jungkook’s wardrobe. You haven’t verbally acknowledged what has happened- not ready to talk about the death of your parents. You’re just trying to survive, and you feel like you’re barely making it.

Thankfully, all your friends and family have been extremely helpful trying to get you through your grief. Jungkook’s mother stays with you for a few days, and after that Yunjin sleeps over with you for a few days- but you know that a piece of your heart has been ruthlessly ripped form you.

“Y/N, you need to take a shower,” Jungkook expresses, obstructing your view of the TV. His toothbrush hangs from his mouth, toothpaste residue bubbling around the perimeter of his lips. You owlishly blink at him, observing how his expression hardens at your look of indifference.

You scoot towards the left end of the couch, hoping to get a clear view of Ever After High projected on his flat screen TV.

“Y/N you haven’t showered in three days,” Jungkook interjects, “Please take a shower.”

“I will. Later.”

He pushes up his glasses, staring at you with intense disapproval. “Y/N,” he says sternly, trying to be gentle despite his qualms.

You acquiesce, pouting at him. “Okay, fine. Later.”

His frown deepens. “Y/N.”

You chew on your bottom lip, deeply contemplating what Jungkook has asked of you. His large frame remains frozen in front of you. No matter how you position yourself on the couch, he renders you unable to watch the princesses prance around on the TV.

“Okay… but will you at least come with me? I don’t want to be without you.”

Jungkook pauses.

“I don’t mean like getting in with me, but will you just sit on the toilet and talk to me?” You ask, sinking into the leather of his sofa and using your sweater paws to sweep your hair back.

“Yea, I’ll do that.”

Once you step in the shower, you close the curtains, and strip yourself from your clothes, handing the pile of clothes to Jungkook. You turn on the water, yelping at the sensation on your body. Jungkook was right. You needed this and you kind of do smell like butthole.

“Wait Y/N, do you want me to go to your house and get you underwear?”

After folding up your (his) T-shirt and boxers, he notices that you haven’t been wearing any undergarments.

“No!” you call back, “I don’t want you to go there! Not yet,” you call back.

“Then do you want me to buy you some?” he responds, placing the folded clothes on the bathroom counter.

“Um, maybe we can order some on Amazon.”

“Just send me the link and I’ll place the order.”

“Okay.”

A wave of silence washes over the bathroom, and you peek your head from the shower curtain to see what Jungkook’s up to: scrolling on Instagram. On his screen is some instagram model’s bikini pic, his fingers pausing on the screen so he can look at the photo.

“Who is that?” you ask, making Jungkook jump in his seat.

“What the- Y/N, just take your shower!” Jungkook feigns annoyance but can’t help himself but scoff in amusement at how petty you can be.

“Is she prettier than me?” you ask, glaring at Jungkook with disapproval.

Jungkook purses his lips and tugs the shower curtain past your face and holds it against the wall, preventing you from peeking your pretty head past the curtain. He holds it there for a good minute, unfazed by the thrashing against the shower curtain.

Swish.

You swipe open the shower curtain from the other side. Your eyes bore into Jungkook’s and Jungkook thinks you’re foolish not to realize how alluring and sultry you are. Your bare body is akin to a sculpture of the goddess Aphrodite. Water drips from the crevices of your body and you gaze at him with anticipation etched onto your face. You’re just standing there, but your posture is so seductive- or maybe it’s just the natural curvature of your body.

“Why don’t you join me?” your sweet voice makes his Adam's apple bob in his throat.

When he doesn’t respond, your features morph into humiliation, regret consuming you. You nod your head. “Sorry Kook, I’ll just-”

“Y/N, you’re gorgeous. Any man can see how lovely you are. Honestly, you take my breath away every time I see you,” Sensing the trepidation on your face, he solidifies his claim, “I mean it Y/N. You’re beautiful, and I want to join you but I’m not going to. You’re hurting right now and I don’t want to do anything to take advantage of you.”

And he isn’t lying, he yearns for every kind of contact with you, but he’s not going to go through with this. Not when you’re traumatized from the death of your parents. Not when you’ve been so unhinged for the past week, refusing to even shower.

You stare at him for a second, dazy eyed and your eyes darting around the room. “Okay Jungkook. I’m sorry.”

He smiles sweetly at you and gently closes the shower curtain. “It’s okay Y/N. I’m gonna head to my room. You’re welcome to come visit me anytime.”

Boys’ night. Jungkook being the handsome stud he is, happens to have friends that are also handsome studs. Jungkook offered to postpone boys’ night but you declined his attempts to make you more comfortable. Jungkook has exerted so much effort to take care of you. There’s no reason for him to forgo time with his best friends. Besides, you can always hide in your room.

You crack your door open slightly ajar, peeking through the crack to spy on Jungkook and his friends. Antisocial is the perfect word to describe you.

The sound of the doorbell ringing was your cue to lock yourself in your room. Jungkook knocked a few times, but you were too scared of other people that you didn’t even grace him with a response.

Clearly Jungkook got the message because he opted to leave a greasy piece of pizza outside your door, sending you a quick text message about it.

You just wanted to scout the scene, see who was there. Mingyu, Taehyung, Jimin, and Namjoon. Soju bottles are scattered around the table, and there’s some music blaring from the TV. You’ve met everyone here a few times- they all know you, but you aren’t close with Jungkook’s friends like he is with your friends.

“Oh Y/N! Come join us!” You freeze at Mingyu’s words, and all eyes in the room whip towards your direction.

“Umm..” you close the door gently and leap into the safety of your bed.

You overhear their banter through the wooden door. “Hey! Why are you making little kids uncomfortable!” Jimin yells, slapping Mingyu on the neck.

Your lip quivers, and you inhale deeply, gathering the courage to step outside of the room. You quickly put on deodorant, and step out stealthily, taking a seat next to Namjoon on the couch. No one seems to notice you, and you tap on his shoulder. Namjoon whips his head towards you, the confusion on his face melting into fondness.

“Hi,” you squeak out, fiddling with your fingers.

“Hi Y/N,” Namjoon greets, the kindness laced in his voice assuaging the trepidation bubbling on your inside. Jungkook’s red lava lamp illuminates the room with shades of crimson, and your eyes flutter shut when a ray of light shines on your face.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon inquires, holding his hand up to shield you from the light.

“Yea, I’m fine,” you blink a few times. You don’t say anything, just awkwardly take a bite of your pizza while your eyes dart around the room.

Namjoon doesn’t seem to know what to say to you either, so the two of you just sit and eat pizza in silence. For a moment, your eyes lock. You owlishly blink at him and he blinks at you for a good minute.

But then, to your surprise, Namjoon sets his pizza down, opening his arms. Your features scrunch up, and you let yourself melt into his warm embrace, glossy tears rolling down your face.

“I’m so sorry about what happened,” he expresses, gently caressing the back of your head with his palm. You sniffle. “t’s okay,” you sob, “but I’m so sad. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“You’ll get through this. We’re always here for you.”

His words invoke a tornado of intense feelings in your system, and your strong facade crumbles as you become vulnerable in Jungkook’s friend’s embrace. By this point, everyone has noticed your presence, and suddenly the night becomes about you.

After wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you find yourself sitting in between Jungkook and Namjoon in a “friendship circle”. It’s quite cute that these grown men still sit criss-cross applesauce in a circle, but you’re overjoyed that you’re welcome to the group.

“I brought you a cake Y/N,” Taehyung announces, handing you a lunchbox cake. With your doe eye, you look towards him before opening the lid of the cake. A lunchbox cake with Snorlax’s face iced on the top. “Jungkook mentioned that you really liked Pokemon, so I thought you’d find this cute,” he continues, slightly trailing off. You’re Strong! Is what it reads, and you fall into pieces, your features crumpling up before you burst into tears.

Jungkook laughs in fondness at the vulnerability of your reaction, wrapping a single arm around your frame.

“Th-thank you,” you sniffle, offering Taehyung a crooked smile. “Can we eat it together? I don’t want to get f-fat.”

At that, a chorus of no’s echo through the room, and you giggle a bit.

Your heart is incredibly full. Family. Friends. People who care about you. This is something your soul desires, something your soul needs.

The night meets its unfortunate end, and you stand in front of Jungkook as you bid his friends goodbye. Before the boys walk away, you find your fingers clinging onto the hem of Jimin’s oversized shirt. Before he ventures off, he turns around and graces you with an endearing look of confusion. “What’s up?”

“Can I come with you?” you spout.

“You want to sleep over at our place?” Jimin questions, gingerly scratching the back of his head.

You shake your head steadily, “I just want to talk to you,” you clarify, gazing up at him shyly. Jimin’s eyes dart towards Jungkook’s for approval and Jungkook nods his head. “Go ahead. I’ll give you guys privacy,” he pinches your cheek affectionately before closing the door. You stand on your tiptoes, peeking through the window of the apartment to ensure that Jungkook isn’t eavesdropping.

Jimin leans against the railings, observing you carefully.

You tug on the hem of Jimin’s tee, urging him to follow you to the lobby of Jungkook’s apartment. He follows in your stead, not questioning you until your actions pause. You shift around uncomfortably for a bit, and you look up at him. Taking a deep breath, you find the courage to ask him the question that’s been lingering in the back of your mind.

“Do you think Jungkook and I could ever.. be a thing?” you finally question, shifting your weight between your feet, a crimson sheen sweeping over your cheeks.

Jimin’s eyebrows pinch, and he repeatedly opens and closes his mouth, looking for the right words to say. “Like romantically?”

Your eyes cumbersomely drift towards the painting behind Jimin. “Y-yea. I really like him, and I want him to be my boyfriend- and I know he’s attracted to me but won’t act on his feelings because of his ethical qualms,” you stutter out, pursing your lips after seeing how Jimin’s face morphs into astonishment.

“Well, I don’t think Jungkook is seeing anyone right now- but Y/N, if I’m going to be totally honest, I don’t think you and Jungkook being a romantic pair would be appropriate. I mean, he’s known you since you were a kid. Even if he does like you, I don’t think he would cross those boundaries.” he very gently explains, meticulously finding the correct wording to not hurt your feelings.

You bite your lip bitterly, sinking into the realization of his assertion. “Yea, you’re right. I don’t know. I guess it’s just a stupid crush,” you dismiss your confession with a wave and offer Jimin a shy smile.

Jimin pouts at your invalidation of your own feelings. “Don’t say that. I know you’ll find someone who cherishes and loves you. Someone you deserve,” he asserts. You smile at him, nodding before he ruffles your hair and leads you back up the stairs.

Someone you love.

Would you ever find it in yourself to love anybody that wasn’t him? Jungkook has successfully monopolized your heart, your soul, your very being.

Ping!

Tonguing his cheek, Jungkook impatiently and abruptly brakes at a red light, accelerating rapidly when the light turns green. He changes from his casual clothes to a black sleeveless shirt, loose leather pants, and a beanie. Mingyu sits on the passenger seat, frantically typing on his laptop as Jungkook zooms down the highway at record pace.

Breaking into a frat house to terrorize some dumb college kids definitely wasn’t a part of the plan tonight, but Jungkook was down for some last minute terrorism.

“So what are you gonna do? Threaten the kid? Call the cops?”Taehyung questions from the backseat, both hands gripping on the headrest of Mingyu and Jungkook’s seats.

“Look, I’m really trying to not sound corny, but I’m going to torture him,” Jungkook enunciates, which evokes a few seconds of silence.

“This bitch-”

“He’s lost his fucking mind,” Mingyu mumbles.

Jungkook laughs to himself, amused by the comments of his friends. Jungkook is an intelligent, rational person. Normally, he wouldn’t take it this far but he deems it extremely necessary for this particular situation.

“What the- now he’s creepily laughing to himself-”

“If we tell Y/N about this she’s going to be scared of you,” Mingyu abruptly comments, shooting Jungkook a pointed look.

Jungkook pauses, seemingly deeply considering the utterance of his friend, toying with his lip ring for a while he finally makes a comment. “I won’t do anything bad. I’ll just intimidate him a little.”

His friends sigh, not pressing further on the matter because Mingyu and Taehyung were pissed off too. Instead, Mingyu rolls down the windows of the car, allowing the breeze of the cool night to consume the interior of the car.

Jungkook considers this very night a milestone in your healing process. You isolated yourself in his apartment for two consecutive weeks, your grief severely limiting your social capacity and ability to normally interact with people. His friends were privy to your situation, purposely not coming to Jungkook’s home out of respect for you. But tonight, the color that reappeared in your aura overwhelmed his heart with joy.

While you were on the couch, talking to Namjoon about something, Jungkook got an alarming text from one of your friends- Yeonjun. Jungkook is cool with your friends, but not close enough to be sending private text messages, so his eyes brows pinch in concern when he sees the notification pop up from his phone.

Mingyu’s eyes drifted towards Jungkook, who was noticeably brimming with indignation. Jungkook scoffed to himself, a macabre smirk on his lips before he laughed erratically at the message. He repeatedly wiped his face with his hand, chuckling in amusement. Jungkook discreetly passed his phone to Mingyu without a word, with Taehyung looking over his shoulder, both of them gasping at the message.

This whole time, you were oblivious to the scheme Jungkook was contriving and Jungkook intended to keep it that way. You were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, and Jungkook would cut his limbs off to lessen that burden. The indignation and resentment bubbling within him threatens to erupt because he’s so fucking pissed off.

You’re everything to him, and the thought of you being violated makes him want to indulge in his violent impulses. He can’t imagine how you would feel knowing that video spread around, and usually he would confide with you about these things but right now he needs to sweep this under the rug and make sure it never comes back up.

Luckily, he and Mingyu both have degrees in computer engineering and know how to hack into technical infrastructures.

Jungkook pulls up to the frat house, rolling the window down steadily before he rests his elbow on the ledge of the window. He sits there for a second, toying with his lip ring while his eyes bore into the interior of the house. He’s sure he looks creepy as hell- just staring into the house.

After a few minutes of waiting in silence, some guy arises from the house and approaches the car.

Jungkook keeps his lips sealed until he’s close enough to perceive his features.

“Uh is there something yall need?” the guy asks, innocently scratching the back of his head.

“Yea,” Jungkook responds, voice firm and somewhat chilling, “Your name Josh?”

“Yea? What’s up-”

Jungkook kicks the door open, knocking Josh over until he’s rolled on the floor, clutching his leg as he shrieks in pain.

“Oh shit, are we really doing this?” Taehyung mutters before joining Jungkook outside the car.

Jungkook sits on top of Josh, continuously punching the shit out of him before he spits on the kid’s face. He uses a single hand to lift him by the collar, and violently pushes him against the car. “You mad Y/N rejected you? So you pulled that shit?” Jungkook menaces, his face centimeters away from Josh’s.

Josh whimpers, crying- too horrified to coherently respond. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he pleads, tears and snot streaming down his ugly face.

“Shut the fuck up!” Jungkook repeatedly bangs Josh against the car. “I’m gonna say this shit once and I’m not going to repeat myself,” he seethes, satisfied by the way Josh whimpers and nods his head pathetically.

“You’re not shit. You’ll never ever be good enough for Y/N. You’re the same as the shit on the bottom of my shoe,” he breathes against Josh’s face, who whimpers and cries, “If I ever see you messing with Y/N ever again- I will ruin your whole life.”

Josh nods, unable to do anything else.

“Got it?” Jungkook seethes, pushing Josh’s head against the car door.

“Got it!”

“Good. We’re going inside, and you guys are going to watch us go through all of your iClouds, and we’re going to delete every single copy of the video there is, alright?”

“Yes! Yes! That’s fine! I’m sorry!”

Jungkook scoffs in amusement at his despicable demeanor, before he throws Josh on the ground and enters the house.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Mingyu mumbles, following Jungkook’s lead into the house.

You anxiously wait for Jungkook to return home, absentmindedly toying with the Switch to distract from the hysterical thoughts frantically racing through your mind. You’ve done everything you could to distract yourself, your restless heart aching to do something of substance.

You’ve been isolating yourself from society for the past month simply because you can’t bring yourself to leave Jungkook’s home, as if it was your safe haven.

You dread the moment you have to return to your home, memories of your family coming to mind. You’ve been trying to avoid thinking about everything, and you reckon that it’s time to process everything. There are aspects of grief that you find unfathomable- questions you have that make you want to throw up.

What will happen to the home that holds the memories of your family within its walls? How will you assimilate back into society without your father, without your mother? You’re not confident that it will ever be the same, and your heart sinks into your stomach at the notion- but you have to be resilient; you have to face it.

It feels worse to avoid the reality of your life than to face it head on.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the doorknob turning.

“Jungkook!” The way you call his name is breathless, and his eyebrows pinch in concern when you pounce on him. Nonetheless, he allows you to nuzzle into his embrace and he soothingly rubs your back- like he always does.

“Wasn’t gone that long,” Jungkook absentmindedly comments.

“I know- just missed you. I’m sorry for being clingy,” you murmur, to which Jungkook shakes his head at the absurdity of your words.

“Not at all. Stay here for as long as you want. I’ll take you with me wherever I go,” he adds, settling into the leather of his sofa. You shuffle after him like a cute little penguin, sitting your ass directly next to Jungkook despite the vacant empty space on your right side.

“Then am I allowed to sit next to you?”

Jungkook’s features crinkle up in amusement, nose scrunching as he laughs lightly at how cute you are. He pinches your cheek, “It’s one thousand dollars for every minute you’re within a five foot radius of me,” he comments, tone stoic and firm.

He doesn’t have to look in your direction to visualize the way your pretty lips fall open, swatting at his bicep for his cruel words. “Jungkook, I don’t have that money! You know I only have 35 cents in my bank account!”

“Okay, then go sit over there,” Your eyes follow the trail of his pointed finger, the corner of the room.

“Fine! You fucking asshole,” you mutter bitterly, jumping up from the couch and stomping away with a hmph, until Jungkook slyly wraps his hand around the circumference of your wrist and pulls you to him. You collapse onto the couch, your back against his chest, and your butt between his legs.

He clings onto you, almost suffocating you with the way he wraps his arms around you, grabbing his elbows as he locks his arms over your head. “‘M just kidding- you know that. I can’t survive without my baby either, y’know?”

Your chest erupts with butterflies, and you hold onto his forearm with both of your hands. “I know.”

The next day, you return to school. Your professors were so empathetic and understanding to the nuance and confusion of your situation, allowing you to complete your coursework from the comfort of Jungkook’s home.

Grief isn’t a linear process. Though you’ve found it in you to return to school, it’s the mundane and the typical that you’re becoming increasingly bothered by.

No one in your Philosophy class is paying attention to this movie, clearly. You can tell by the lit up screens scattered within the clusters of students, and you aren’t diligent enough to not be one of those students, doodling flowers and Snorlax’s on your paper.

For the second you do look up at the movie, your heart stops. It’s always the most mundane, irrelevant details that get to you. The scene barely occupies a minute and it makes your chest tighten in the worst way possible.

The main character walks down the wedding aisle, her arm linked with her father’s. The haunting realization settles in your system- you will never ever experience that. You begin hyperventilating, your hand crumpling the paper, and you quickly rest your forearms on the table before shoving your face into your forearms. People are already looking at you and you can’t fathom the humiliation so you stay like that until class is dismissed.

You finally lift your head, rubbing your eyes to adjust the blinding ceiling lights.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You shriek at the unexpected voice and whip your head to the left.

“Hey hey hey- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he breathes out, rolling his chair towards you before rolling back so as to not scare you further.

“No no, you’re good,” you breathe out, inhaling and exhaling to bring you down from your petrified high. “Just having a shitty day,” you explain, sweeping away the hair dried to your face by your tears.

He seems to be unable to conjure a proper response, peering at you with an empty gaze and you sink in your seat, feeling the need to further explain yourself. “Well there was that part in the movie where Emma got married, and that made me feel horrible because I recently lost my dad.. And my mom.”

“Wait, I’m sorry. You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he articulates, “I just noticed you haven’t been in class for a while and was kinda worried when I saw you crying. I’m sorry if I pushed your boundaries.”

“You know me?”

His lips tug up in embarrassment as he gingerly scratches the back of his neck. “Well we usually sit next to each other so I thought we formed an acquaintanceship or something,” he mumbles.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you pout at him, “I usually tap out during class so I never noticed you. What’s your name by the way?” You shyly stick out your hand, and he gives you a straight lined smile before shaking your hand gently.

“Sunghoon. I-I’m really sorry for your loss by the way,” he adds, and you find his nervousness quite endearing. You shyly smile at him, and he gazes back at you with similar amity. He ever so softly pulls your wrist towards his and scribbles his number onto your forearm. “Feel free to text me if you ever need help with homework. You missed a lot of school,” he offers, and you find yourself giggling at his forth forwardness.

“Thanks Sunghoon."

When Jungkook returns from work that night, the first thing he’s met with is you shoving your boots on, seemingly ready for a vivacious night out. Your figure is adorned with a white satin slip on dress, and your hair is put up in an elegant updo. Jungkook pauses, eyes settling on your figure before scanning up to your face; he thinks this is the first time he’s seen you with makeup on since he wiped away the mascara running down your cheeks the day he broke the news.

“Hey daddy,” you purr, “Where have you been? The kids have been waiting for you,” you giggle, sliding your mini purse down your arm.

Jungkook narrows his eyes at you, humorously scoffing at your corny choice of words.

You giggle, skipping towards him before jumping onto him, latching around his neck before you whisper in his ear. “‘m going out with my friends, don’t wait for me to get home because I might stay the night with Yunjin.”

Jungkook stiffens, remaining frozen while you back up from him.

“So, do I look like an angel, or what?”

“Always look cute,” because despite the infesting irritation bubbling in his system, he would never not tell you how it is. You are cute, always cute, always like an angel.

“Thanks,” you giggle, skipping towards the door but before you can skip past him, he latches onto your wrist. “Wait.”

You tilt your head, slightly confused. “I bought something for you.”

He digs in his backpack and pulls it out. Nipple pasties. “You never wear a bra, so I thought you’d be safer if you put these on before you go out.”

“You were the one who said I had small tits!”

“Okay, well you still have nipples- so at least put these on to keep you safe.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but he doesn’t back down. You snatch the pasties from his hand and march into the bathroom. “Fine!”

Jungkook lounges on the couch, eyes trained on you before you bid him goodbye and skip out of his apartment. He inhales deeply to settle the erratic palpitations in his chest. He needs to stop being so protective of you.

Your arms linked with Yunjin, you skip around from one club to the next, dancing and partying your little hearts out. When the night comes to a close you prance to the local ramen shop around your campus. From a distance, you can already make out Jungkook casually speaking with his friends. He’s always so animated when he’s with his friends, dramatically gesturing and hip thrusting in the air while his friends laugh at his immature jokes. He’s got a cigarette between his pointer and middle finger, taking slow puffs, allowing the smoke to fill his lungs before he tilts his head to exhale a long plume of smoke into the atmosphere.

That’s right. Jungkook smokes occasionally but never lets you do it. What a hypocrite.

His eyes drift off for a second until they land on you, and his lips curl up in your presence.

“Well look, if it isn’t my favorite girl,” he teases, letting out low laughter at the way you crimson when all his friends’ heads whip in your direction.

You narrow your eyes at him, giving him a dirty look that Jungkook cooes at. Even when you were trying to intimidate him you akin to a cute Snorlax, so adorable, eyebrows pinched and lips pouted- how could he feel anything but adoration at that?

“Aw angel,” he jests, throwing your words right back at you, “Don’t ignore me, ‘m sorry for teasing you,” he catches you as you walk past him, pulling you towards his chest before resting his chin on top of your head.

He casually smiles at Yunjin. “How’s my angel been doing? Has she been behaving?”

Yunjin’s jaw drops at the bold statement and you attempt to wrestle out of his firm embrace to berate him.

Just kidding. It’s getting late, though. Do you girls need a ride home?” he asks, finally letting you go just for you to stumble out of his grip and almost land on your face, but luckily Jungkook pulls your shoulders back without even looking in your direction.

“Jungkook, it’s literally 10,” you deadpan.

“Oh c’mon, I don’t want you girls to get kidnapped or something,” he snarkily responds.

“How about you give us some money instead?” Yunjin jests, clearly joking, but Jungkook takes it so, so seriously. He raises a brow at both of you. “How much do you need?”

“Wait no- I was kidding,” Yunjin quickly clarifies, her ears becoming slightly red, “you don’t have to..”

Jungkook looks from you to her, then back at you before whipping out his phone, taking another puff of his cigarette before blowing the smoke upwards, careful so you don’t inhale any smoke.

Ping!

Your eyebrows pinch in confusion when you get a notification, and you unzip your mini purse to grab your phone, allowing the screenlight to illuminate your pretty features.

JEON JUNGKOOK HAS TRANSFERRED YOU 500 DOLLARS VIA HYBETRANSFER.

“250 each, alright?” Jungkook laughs, taking another puff of his cigarette before he saunters off, his friends pushing him around and teasing him.

“Ayo, when did Jeon turn into a sugar daddy?”

You and Yunjin are left dumbfounded, even more so when Jungkook turns around and makes kissy lips at you.

You fall to your knees.

The next morning is the weekend.

You absentmindedly chomp on your cereal, eyes still crusty and mind still hazy from the morning daze. Jungkook arises from his bedroom, hair still messy and sticking out in various directions- but he still looks as handsome as ever, the tired and morning glow suiting him wondrously.

“So, I’m planning a trip with my friends at the beach. We’ll stay in an AirBnb. You wanna come with?”

You pause, features crinkling up in confusion. “Which friends? The ones from last night or Mingyu and them?”

“Mingyu, Tae, Jimin, Namjoon,” he counts off, before shrugging, “I already planned to take you with me so it’s not like you have a choice anyways.”

You scoff to yourself in amusement. “Aren’t you being too forceful?”

Jungkook narrows his eyes and graces you with a look of skepticism. “So you don’t want to go? or..”

“No!” you rapidly interject as you shoot up, clearing your throat and regaining your composure at the way Jungkook smirks at you.

You settle back into your seat. “I do want to go,” you exhale, “but do I have to pay for my own room or something? I’m broke.”

“Oh, I was just gonna have you stay in my room,” Jungkook responds, trailing off as he tries to detect any trace of apprehension on your features, “Is that alright with you?”

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until you breathlessly exhale. “That’s perfect.”

So that’s how you found yourself at the beach, in nothing but your black bikini, prancing around the waves with Taehyung.

“Jungkook watch!” you call as you swivel around towards Jungkook, who’s applying sunscreen to his legs, not really paying attention to what you were doing.

You stand in front of the upcoming wave, holding your arms out as if you were going to embrace the wave. “I’m going to stand against the wave!”

At that, Jungkook whips his head upwards, eyebrows pinching in worry as he shoots up. “Tae! Get her! She’s gonna get swept in by-“

And on cue, the wave collapses over you and you tumble into the unwelcoming water. “Motherfuck-“ You thrash and scream, powerless against the unforgiving currents until a pair strong arms pull you from your armpits and drags you to the sand.

“Holy shit Y/N, are you alright?” Taehyung asks, crouching beside you as he pats your back, allowing you to cough the water up.

“Y/N that was so dumb,” you hear Jungkook’s voice as he approaches you, crouching beside you as he hands you his black steel water bottle. “Take a sip,” he urges, and you nod shakily, grasping the bottle with both hands before you take a sip from it.

“I’m okay. Thanks for saving me Taehyung,” you smile at him and he releases a sigh of relief. “You scared the shit out of us!”

You gulp down the water and close the cap, returning his bottle to him. “Sorry, I won’t do that again, but can we get back to playing now?” you smile as you playfully fling a ball of wet sand at Jungkook.

Jungkook closes his eyes on impact, scoffing in amusement before he grabs you by your legs, signalling Taehyung to grab your arms before they both lift you and run into the ocean.

Jungkook waits outside your shared room, knuckles softly knocking on the wooden door. A towel loosely wrapped around his lower waist, water drips from every crevice on his body, but he can’t enter until you’re done changing.

“Oki! I’m done!” you call out, opening the door for him, a towel in your hand as you use it to scrunch up your damp hair.

“Wow. You’re really muscular,” you giggle, fingers hovering over his abs before you look up at him for approval to feel, to which he gently pushes your head aside and waltzes into the room.

When he’s done changing he beckons you back to the room, and you plop in the king sized bed, belly down and legs swinging back and forth in the air.

Jungkook lies down beside you, resting his head on the pillow as he scrolls aimlessly on his phone, only looking over when he hears your ringtone go off.

You answer the call almost immediately.

“Oh hey Sunghoon!” you greet, shooting up from the bed to touch up your appearance in the facetime camera.

Sunghoon. Jungkook knows all your friends and he hasn’t heard that name before.

“Hey Y/N, how’s your vacation going?” Sunghoon asks, and you take a seat at the desk, propping your phone up against the wall. You twirl an idle piece of hair around your fingers. “It’s really fun here, I feel great,” you explain, “so what’s up?”

“You look like you’re having fun- wait, is there someone in the room with you?”

You rapidly turn around and look at Jungkook, then tilt your phone at an angle where he isn’t visible. “Oh, he’s just a family friend, do you want me to go somewhere more private?”

“Oh no that’s cool, I was just wondering but I called to ask you about the homework…”

A family friend? Jungkook scowls at that. Wordlessly, he breezes past you and exits the room, closing the door and sits next to Jimin on the couch.

Jimin takes a few moments to acknowledge Jungkook’s presence. “Hey, is there anything going on between you and Y/N?” Jimin finally asks, eyebrows furrowing in concern when he perceives Jungkook’s sour face.

Jungkook pauses. “Why are you asking?”

Jimin shrugs. “I don’t know. Don’t you know she has a crush on you? Isn’t it inappropriate for you two to be sharing a room?” Jimin continues, nudging Jungkook with his elbow.

At that, Jungkook buries his face into his palms. He’s let this go on for far too long. “I know,” Jungkook murmurs, voice projection muffled by his hands.

“You know? The other day she asked me if it was possible between you two and I straight up told her that you wouldn’t go for it.”

Jungkook remains wordless at that, and he thinks he’s developed an idea of the reality of the situation.

Jungkook was too scared to address the subject with you; he let it linger for far too long. He didn’t want to burden you with anything else besides what you already had on your plate, and you got in your head about it. He never explicitly stated that he more than reciprocates your feelings, leaving you dangling on a string.

He’s going to fix that.

“No Jimin, that’s not it,” Jungkook clarifies, wiping his face with his palms. “I like her too, and I’m going to tell her tonight,” he states firmly, slightly craning his head to gauge Jimin’s reaction. His reaction isn’t what Jungkook expected. Instead of a look of concern, worry, or horror, Jimin looks over the moon.

“Well shit! I wish I knew that before! You guys look perfect together!” he exclaims before eagerly patting Jungkook on the back.

Jungkook raises his eyebrows at his friend. “Really? Don't you think I should wait a little longer? Until she's ready?”, to which Jimin simply shakes his head.

“Y/N's an adult. She can handle herself. I thought you wouldn't go for it because of the age gap, though. I guess I shouldn't have told her that," he says gingerly, scratching the back of his head. ”Sorry Kook."

Jungkook doesn't say anything, seemingly in deep contemplation. "It used to bother me,” Jungkook clarifies, "but it doesn't anymore."

“So what’s wrong with it?"

That’s right. There is nothing wrong with it.

A cool night on the beach. You feel the cool breeze through your air, the lunar radiance of the moon illuminating the beach. You’re adorned in a lovely, summer-esque two piece set with floral patterns running along the fabric, The top piece is cropped and strapless, exposing your collar bones and belly button piercing, and the bottom piece is a long, flowy skirt that blows marvelously against the wind.

You gingerly step outside the beach house, enjoying the cool sensation of the night breeze. The guys are all hanging out in the yard, soju bottles and beer cans scattered on the wooden benches positioned on the beach. Namjoon and Jimin are posted up on the benches, chowing down on meat whilst engaging in pretty animated conversation. You spot Mingyu and Taehyung running around the beach, slapping each other and chasing after each other, their dirty heels slipping against the coarse sand.

Jungkook is stationed at the grill, frying meat for his friends. His tall and built figure is concealed by his loose black T-shirt and black sweat shorts that you have worn a few times during your extended stay at his place.

You creep up behind him, swiping away the stray hairs that the wind blew into your face. Tapping him lightly on the back, you coyly skmile at him, a bashful glow illuminating your face.

Jungkook sensed your presence the moment stepped foot from the house, but still acts like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. He does a double take, eyes scanning up and down your face and body- you look so lovely and elegant in your little two piece set. “Hey,” Jungkook finally returns your greeting, a little breathless.

“Can I have some?” you ask, pointing to the grill.

“Uh yea, I actually made a plate for you a second ago,” Jungkook takes the prepared plate of your favorite meats, but pauses before he hands it to you. He hasn’t a clue if you’re doing this on purpose, but you’re looking at him with the sultriest of eyes, and it drives him crazy. His Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat, and he collects himself before handing you the plate.

You tilt your head, sending him a look of confusion at his hesitance, but Jungkook sees it as a gateway to talk to you. “Y/N, can we talk? Like now?” Jungkook asks, rubbing at the nape of his neck.

“Sure, what about?” you solicit, setting the plate on the table.

Jungkook immediately shoves his hands in his pockets, and motions his head towards the beach, obliging you to follow him. “About what you told me at your house..” he trails off, “that one time in the middle of the night,” he adds.

He perceives the way your features morph into embarrassment, so he decides to take the lead on this conversation. He approaches you, standing beside you momentarily before smoothly lacing his fingers through yours. “Let’s go.”

Unable to conjure a proper response, you follow his footsteps in silence until your bodies appear as distant figures by the ocean. With your toes kissing the water washing up on shore, he turns back to look at you, fingers still intertwined. But you stop him before he can open his mouth.

“Wait- Jungkook. Let me explain myself first,” you begin, thankful that the night sky conceals the obvious bashful glow on your cheeks.

Jungkook who is seemingly expressionless nods his head, signaling you to let your words out.

You gently pull your hand from his, twiddling with your fingers before you can speak. “Firstly, I just wanna apologize.. to you,” you begin, ignoring the way his nose scrunches in confusion, “I feel like you’ve been so good to me- you always take care of me. Your family is the only family I have left,” you continue, bashfully tucking an idle strand of hair behind your ear.

“So I’m sorry for forcing myself on you, and I’m sorry for mistaking your care towards me as romantic affection,” you continue, subconsciously gesticulating with your hands. “I know you said you don’t like it when girls are clingy but I’ve been nothing but clingy, and you still take care of me and care about me.” Your words are passionate, and they’re true. “Everyone told me that a relationship with you would be inappropriate.. but I was too persistent and too selfish. I’m so sorry Kook. You must’ve been so shocked when I yelled at you and when I.. opened that shower curtain,” you finish, shaking your head in embarrassment.

When you finally complete the sentiment, you tilt your head upwards to gauge his reaction. His eyebrows pinch in confusion, and his mouth is slightly agape. “What?” he asks breathlessly, eyebrows pinching even further. He runs a tired hand over his face. “Y/N- just- I can’t believe you said that. Y/N, I love you. And I don’t care if you’re clingy, and I don’t care what anybody else thinks of us.”

You gasp at his words, a profound sense of emotion absolutely overwhelming you.

“What I care about is what you think of me, and whether you’re happy,” His fingers find yours, and he holds your hand and looks right into your eyes to properly convey his sincerity. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner. You were just going through so much shit and I didn’t know if you were in the right headspace or if you were even serious about how you felt for me-”

He stops when you yank your hands away from him, using the back of your hands to wipe the tears streaming down your face. The shapes of his eyes turn into little crescents, petrified at your reactions. He removes your hands from your face, holding your wrists.

“Y/N, don’t cry. Please say something.”

“Jungkook, it’s too late. I-I don’t think I can do this- with you- I mean,” is all you’re able to say and Jungkook’s chest tightens impossibly.

His heart drops to your stomach, a crestfallen expression morphing onto his handsome features. “I-is that how you really feel?”

Another tear streams down your face and Jungkook itches to wipe it but suppresses that urge.

“I love you Jungkook. I do. I really do!” you cry out, “But I can’t date you, ever. I never want to lose you,” you sob between sniffles. “I’ve made up my mind. I’m sure of it!”

The situation is bitterly ironic. Jungkook spent months tiptoeing around his feelings, your feelings, because he wanted to ensure he was what you wanted. Even when you blatantly threw yourself at him, he made the conscious decision to not pursue you. He spent months deciding your feelings for you- and now you’re telling him you don’t want him and he can’t do anything but accept it.

“Y/N, you’ll never lose me. I’ll always be here. Even if you change your mind.. I’ll always be here.”

“Jungkook, I lost my whole family. You’re all I have left,” you explain, trailing off a little bit, “If I lose you then I have nobody.”

“No, I swear- Y/N, you’re it for me, and I mean it.”

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks, eyes, and nose once more. “What- hiccup- does that mean?”

“It means… whatever you want it to mean,” he concludes.

“Jungkook…” you trail off, “Don’t wait for me. If you find a girl you like, then you should go for her. All I want is for you to be happy. It’s what you deserve,” you offer him a soft smile, a direct juxtaposition to your tear stained cheeks.

His chest tightens at that and he shakes his head. “You’ll always be my priority. Me? I’ve dated enough girls, I can be single for the rest of my life.”

You immediately swat his chest at the sentiment. “No, Jungkook. You should be with someone who takes care of you, not someone you have to take care of all the time. I’ll just always be your family friend who had a stupid crush on you in college.” Your attempt to lighten the atmosphere is futile and makes Jungkook’s scowl deepen.

“You’re more than that to me. You’ll always be.” His hand latches onto yours, and you pull yourself from him.

“No Jungkook.. I’ve made up my mind. I really don’t think we could ever…” When your voice breaks and more tears accumulate in your waterline, Jungkook stops you, not wanting to cause you any more pain.

“I got it, Y/N. But just know I’ll always be here… in any way you’ll take me.”

READ PART 2 HERE

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bunkoos-mole-enthusiast · 2 months

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Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs:

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

Over The Odds: Billionaire CEO Jungkook makes you an offer you’d be a fool to refuse. https://jungk0oksthighs.tumblr.com/post/682441385035644928/over-the-odds-collection-completed-ceojungkook

Dungeons & Dick: Your DnD group meets weekly and this time your DM, who also happens to be your boyfriend, plans on killing one of your party members until you thwart his plan leaving him pissed off and embarrassed. But Jungkook is not so secret about how much it turns him on when all the others have left. https://jungkookiebus.tumblr.com/post/190268088251/dungeons-and-dick-jjk

Just Friends: The transition from best friends to best friends with benefits is never easy, especially when there’s a daddy kink involved. https://kinktae.tumblr.com/post/172263702969/just-friends-m

Bitchin': The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook. https://kinktae.tumblr.com/post/185646704844/bitchin-m Blackjack: Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafia on the West Coast, only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed as "The Shadow". You become indebted to the worst of the worst - how to get out? https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/165138875526/blackjack-master-list Ember Burning: The dragon riders of Duret Ghal are known across the continent: fierce warrors who take to the skies on their winged beasts led by their king Jungkook. You are the last dragon queen of Ashya, ruler of a dying species able to transform from human to dragon. When a foe emerges threatening both kingdoms, you find yourself forced to broker a peace with your former enemy. https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/643137431841947648/ember-burning-m A Holiday Snowdown: The Inn On The Hill is in trouble, you need money and you need it fast. Namjoon proposes a weeklong social media blitz with celebrity guest Jeon Jungkook: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation's sweetheart. You happen to have met Jungkook before and sincerely hoped you'd never see him again. https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/671401371365507072/a-holiday-snowdown-m Paralian: A very loose retelling of The Little Mermaid. Pirate x Merfolk au. https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/186345871706/paralian The Monogamy Diaries: Namjoon is getting married and somewhere between the laughter and drinks, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy it is decided to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend. https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/190709693371/the-monogamy-monologues Love To Hate: Your mother ropes you into a blind date with playboy billionaire Jeon Jungkook. He stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can't deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you're in far, far deeper than you ever intended. https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/661587797603401728/love-to-hate-master-list

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mariajmajesty · 5 months

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I'm seeing videos (1, 2) of people who ship Jungkook and Tae screaming like toddlers, crying and yelling while actively ignoring facts that could solve 100% of their problems. This isn't funny or a thing that should be ignored. Tae making a decision to go to a unit of his choice without Jungkook or Jimin is a fact. Jungkook deciding months in advance that he'd do the companion system with Jimin regardless where they'll be placed is a fact. The same people who bragged about the companion system for a year being sure they know what is going on, making fanfics and scenarios about it suddenly act like they don't know what it is and can't read and don't understand the process and how long it takes. .and it hit me that these people don't even care about the enlistment and the members going away or even about the companion system they are just mad that the pair that picked it isn't the one they wanted. And even worse, they react as if they just disovered that Jimin and Jungkook are friends... close friends.. despite a decade of bangtan bombs, vlives, dvd's, GCF's, concerts... It's completely insane and this is why not watching real content and opting to believe only to blatant lies can be so destructive years down the line. How is no ot7 big acc is concered about this? Where are Tae big accs or Jungkook big accs to talk some sense and calm these people down? Seeing in their own eyes the maknae line looking happy with each other means nothing to these people. Hybe announcment they don't like are not real to them. The members own words don't exist. Tae being captured on video with Jennie never happened. Jungkook endless footage of being close to Jimin is somehow made up. I don't know what more can be done and I feel sorry for people who react this strongly because their mental health can't be good but they brought it all on themselves and it's about time they'd be slapped with the reality that Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin are adults and only they get to decide what to do with their own lives.

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magenta-embers · 6 months

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My Jikook Journey

Part 2 of my intro.

From "multi-shipper" to "...wait a goddamn minute."

This will be a messy and detail-lacking overview because I could easily do an individual post on each thing I mention here and delve deeper (AMA!).

When I became an ARMY in 2018, I was excited about the treasure trove of fanfics now available to me. The ship didn't really matter, but my bias was/is Jimin (bias wrecker Tae then) so the very first fic I read was a vmin camping one (there was only one sleeping bag, gasp!). For me, shipping meant I'd read fanfics or save fanart of certain pairs together because in a fictional sense/in another universe, they make a good couple. I think this is a healthy approach, keeping that boundary between reality and fiction.

When I mentioned to my k-pop fan step-sister that I was reading vmin, she gave me a weird look. She said taekook is THE ship of BTS, which confused me because vmin seemed to be closer and have better chemistry than Tae and JK. Turns out, she was right. Searching by most kudos on ao3, you get a shit ton of taekook. I accepted it readily and just thought I must be missing something since I was a baby ARMY, so I read those super popular fics and started to enjoy taekook too. I started to focus more on them because... it felt like that was what I was supposed to do.

It's a common problem, isn't it? Baby ARMY who are open to shipping are quickly found and "guided" to taekook before they have a chance to glance in another direction. If they try, taekookers, who are the majority in the shipping sphere, will convince them that taekook is THE ship. Even if they aren't ARMY (my step-sister), they know that much. As a new fan, you just want to fit in, so you'll go along with what's most popular. Some people eventually find their own way, but many don't. Asking questions is vital, but if you do it aloud, you risk getting attacked by a small but extremely aggressive portion of the most infamous fanbase.

Even back then while just innocently reading any well-written fic I could get my hands on, I noticed that Jungkook was usually portrayed as a lot edgier and darker than he really was (manifested the 2023 JK aesthetic) and Taehyung was constantly portrayed as... Jimin. Especially in fan art. For some reason, a lot of the time, the appearance/vibe/personality of Taehyung was truer to Jimin than to himself, and that confused me. "Why not just make it Jungkook x Jimin?" I kept seeing them trying to force Taehyung into the dynamic that Jimin has with Jungkook when their own dynamic was perfectly fine.

Slipping down the pipeline, I started to watch taekook moments/analysis videos because I thought gotta be missing something, right? That's how I found out people are convinced they're dating, and it wasn't just a fun fic/art thing. The videos themselves were... something. There were just way too many red circles, too much slow-mo, and too much mind-reading going on for me to take any of it seriously. Plus, the moments that weren't exaggerated were just close friend skinship. Hell, Taejin were doing more sus shit together than taekook.

And yet people insist on taekook even when taekook do nothing to insist on themselves.

At this point, it was deep into 2019. Jikook were wilding in 2019. Even I was noticing all the... little things that made me raise an eyebrow. The touches that lingered just too long in rather intimate areas, the fond/awed looks at each other, the shameless flirting, the complete lack of physical boundaries, and the normalness of it all between them. That's telling. Even though I was mainly a taekooker with a shit ton of fanart and fics saved to my phone, if you looked at my liked YouTube videos around that time, I had jikook moments videos saved, not taekook, because their moments were just more fun/juicier to watch overall. They just interacted differently than they did with other members.

A quick example would be a video compilation of taekook holding hands. Sure, they're holding hands, maybe even interlocking fingers, but they're usually standing side by side and looking in different directions or just having a neutral expression. But if you watch a jikook one, not only is it much longer, but it's just different. I feel like I'm interrupting sometimes. Even in such a simple action like holding hands, there's a softness, an intimacy there that doesn't exist in taekook. Jikook wouldn't just be holding hands (usually for absolutely no reason), they'd be looking into each other's eyes, smiling sweetly, fully turned toward each other, attention completely captured by the other. How can I explain the look in their eyes? It just doesn't exist with vmin, yoonmin, jihope, etc.

Sidebar: All of those pairs have flirty/sus moments as most really close friendship dynamics do, but they're lighthearted to me and never invoked a true sense of.... whoa whoa whoa, hang on. If Jungkook and Jimin were my close friends IRL and I saw the way they are together, my alarms would go off. As either, "Oh my god, they're fucking," or "Oh my god, they wanna fuck each other." People always say, "Oh, Jimin's like that with everyone." No. No, he's not. Pay attention. Really pay attention to the differences in the dynamics between members. None of them have the "same" relationship. Especially pay attention to how the rest of the members react to Jikook.

Anyway,

So here I was noticing this... deeper intimacy in simple interactions with those two (because I'm a human being with eyes and life experience), and yet my Twitter timeline would just dismiss them entirely. "I love their friendship," "Wow their brotherhood is so beautiful," and "They're all so close," and normally these statements wouldn't bother me because technically they're true, but I started noticing that taekook or yoonmin would brush shoulders and everyone would be like, "Omg taekook/yoonmin married/boyfriends/real," over nothing. Their moments are cute/sweet/funny, but never more than that. The blatant hypocrisy did frustrate me a little, but ultimately I didn't overthink it; I didn't want to be delulu or look too deeply into anything because I still thought I must be missing something. Taekook is the most popular for a reason, right? Right?

But Taekook died for me when Tae told Taekookers to get out of their imagination. I respected that from him and took it at face value. It was the most aggressive shutdown of shipping we've ever had. I couldn't brush him off. It's disrespectful. He's uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, over the next couple of years, Jungkook and Jimin only got more suspicious in the minor interactions and in the big staple moments. Rosebowl. Hickeygate. Etc. Everyone was bending over backward trying to explain away the things these two did with each other, and it's always the same excuses. I was also trying extremely hard to think of any reason other than the simplest one because I didn't want to be delulu.

Because there was no way two members of a boyband were actually in a long-term relationship together. Especially in a conservative country.

Ridiculous. Unrealistic. Delulu.

I was basically telling myself in a mirror that they were just extra super duper close friends with muddy boundaries that meant sucking ears and giving neck hickeys was okay. I did allow there to be the thought that, maybe they're friends with benefits and that unavoidable intimacy now bleeds through into their regular interactions.

That opinion carried until 2023.

Isn't that funny?

2023.

The year so many jikookers gave up and bemoaned that those two weren't close anymore or had broken up is the year that finally convinced me.

What tipped me over?

Jungkook's vlives.

The way he kept watching videos of Jimin when he could just phone him. It reminded me of me watching Jimin, but I'm just a fan; I watch those videos because it's the only way I can appease my yearning to be close to and connected to Jimin, and absorb everything that he does or says or is.

Jungkook doesn't have that limitation, so why's he sitting there like a lovesick puppy with the fondest/most loving eyes when he could have Jimin over with just a call? Why's he sitting there looking like he's also yearning for something he can't have like us, the fans, when he can have it? He has Jimin's number. You don't need to watch yourself tease Jimin. You can just go do it. Just text him, bro.

It felt like he just wanted to bask in Jimin without interruption, without distraction, without having to force his attention elsewhere. Beyond being incredibly sweet, it also felt like Jungkook was making a statement, a point, because he kept doing it. Why? Is he somehow obsessed with his friend and bandmate whom he's seen almost every day for over a decade? If it was to promote him, he really didn't have to do all that? He didn't do it for the others, not to that extent.

Watching Jimin, talking about Jimin, singing Jimin's songs, fkn playing Letter on guitar. (The naked vlive flirting session? Lord, what.)

The man kept having vlives with a significant Jimin focus. He insisted on it enough times that it felt like he was trying to slap some sense into me. His insistence bothered me enough for me to finally do a deep dive into jikook.

Down the rabbit hole, I went. The more I learned, the more my jaw dropped. Where the fuck was all this info on my timeline when these motherfuckers were celebrating the most basic kpop boy interactions as if they were wedding vows? I even ended up seeing pictures/info we as fans were never meant to see at the bottom of that hole. If you know, you know.

Eventually, I ended up on this video (bless this fucking channel).

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I want everyone to understand that I had zero knowledge of established relationship timeline theories. I went into this video blind, just trying to find the point in time when JK started to warm up to Jimin. That's not what I found. I found something so much better.

Especially 2013-2015 had me in awe. I think I cried. Jimin and Jungkook had a fattest, cutest mutual crush on each other. Absolutely. And because they were young, not that famous, and still rookies with media and camera training, we get a lot of insight into those two that we wouldn't get in later years when they learned how to mask and behave more "idol"-like. Jimin was especially loud, almost sadly loud. If you haven't watched the timeline of at least those early years, I implore you to. It actually blew my mind and broke/healed my heart. It's really bittersweet to see two teenage boys with little to no experience in anything romantic trying to come to terms with themselves while also coming to terms with each other. It's like watching a coming-of-age romance movie.

I saw clear shifts from when the relationship hit turning points in certain years. I proposed a timeline in my head based on that. Imagine my fucking surprise when I found out other people have also come up with timelines, and more surprising yet, they were all unbelievably similar to mine, down to what changed in what half of the year. I, who had no previous knowledge that this was even a thing. I just noticed it all on my own. We were all seeing the same thing. The same changes. No red circles, no slow-mo, no mind reading. It's all in the body language.

I panicked a little because overall it seemed too good to be true, so I reached out to a taekooker friend to send me her best evidence videos and receipts because I just had to make sure I wasn't going totally delulu here. I needed to see that the other biggest ship had interactions and moments on the same level with that same consistency, maybe even their very own relationship timeline to bring me back down to Earth. But... there's nothing. Really, there's nothing between taekook. Not one moment where I was like, oh? You'll find hours-long jikook content videos that are absolutely jam-packed with content, significant content, but that sort of depth just doesn't exist for taekook. Instead, you get conspiracy theories.

I watched most of the videos on that best of jikook channel and several other staple channels. It wasn't as if I bought into everything presented. I still rolled my eyes at many things that were blown out of proportion by some creators, and jikook isn't free from red circles and slow-mo and bullshit. And yet, I was still overwhelmed by the mountain of crisp receipts dumped on my head.

Jikook have much, much more solid evidence supporting the theory that they are together than evidence against it. I took the facts as they are, took my social experiences for what they are, took my psychology background for what it is, and concluded that they are most likely together, probability-wise. At the very least, they are the ONLY pair in BTS that have ANY legitimate possibility of being romantically involved. If jikook isn't real, then none of the other ships have any hope whatsoever, let's not kid ourselves. It's them or none of them.

They also have much, much more evidence that they are together than with any random man or woman you wanna throw at them. There needs to be valuable evidence or a total shutdown for me to tip the scale. I'm going to need Jimin or Jungkook to state, "I am not dating anyone at all," or "Get out of your imagination," or a bighit relationship announcement, or a clear video of lip-on-lip action or very intimate interaction with someone else.

Frankly, I don't give a single fuck about a grainy pic/video when it's 2023 and there's no excuse for that. I don't give a fuck who owns the same vase or cooking pots. I don't give a fuck if either of them hugged a woman. These are not evidence. These aren't even as good as the worst Jikook evidence.

At this point in time, Jikook is still the only viable option with the information we currently have available to us. This is my opinion and I stand by it.

At the end of the day, the thing I want most is for Jimin to be happy. Currently, it seems that Jungkook makes Jimin the happiest (as Jungkook says). As long as that holds true, I'll be here. If that changes at some point in time, I'd accept it.

But until that day comes, what the fuck else am I supposed to think?

#Jikook

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Hi Stormblessed (dope name btw),

Don't know if this is the best place for this essay or the right time but I need to word-vomit this out, or I'm gonna be a JK-style spaced out zombie all day.

It's a truth universally acknowledged that a big part of the fandom tends to mis-characterize the members based on edits, fanfics and out-of-context clips. Something probably mostly to do with how social media platforms have been pushing for these short videos over the last few years. Why watch 300 hours of original content (some of which is behind a paywall) if you can get the gist of it (you think) from TikToks?

My particular point has to do with how that allows for the narrative (aka made up shit) especially around Jimin to grow. All of the members get that treatment, the maknaes worse due to their popularity, but due to how a big part of Army are also tkk shippers, Jimin is the one who's portrayal often skews more negative. The others' perceptions just are neutral or fantastical in a sense that they're more like badly written male leads. Don't get me wrong, solos throwing around bs is nothing singular to him but no one gets accused (said completely seriously btw) of sleeping his way into BTS or the release of his album.

After I saw this vitriol for the first time I had to actually sit down because wtf.

And then I started wondering why that is, and came to the conclusion that it is:

(Internalized) misogyny and sexism

Blatant homophobia

Jimin is the member the most obviously in tune of his femininity. He hasn't subscribed to gender norms for a decade at least, and once his hyper-masculine-esque persona from the debut days was dismissed, he ventured further. (That isn't to dismiss the growth they all have shown in that area.)

But antis, akgaes, Solos and shippers take that femininity and apply every stereotype and misogynistic idea to JM.

Traits they f.e. hate:

He is openly flirty with many people (members especially)

He is very physical, and touch is arguably one of his love languages and go-to way of comforting smn

He is pretty af and knows it

He's sensual and sexy and knows it

He's cute

He's sweet (aka a good fucking human)

But why does that make "them" hate him so much?

Because they have been taught that these traits in women (like themselves) are bad. What makes it worse, however, is that the men around JM all know these things to be true, acknowledge them as true and compliment him on them. In the case of JK (since this is about Jikook at the end of the day):

He loves flirty JM despite sometimes not knowing how to handle him (ehem the 'shameless convo'). He flirts back (fe the whole live where he was in bed begging for JM to come over)

Tkkers and such love pulling the "JK hates it" card. Which is nonsense, considering how he seeks JM's comfort when he's down (esp during concerts), actively cuddles JM (In The Soop) and never uses all his big muscles to shove JM but rather to just carry him around. Compare that to the jokingly disgusted face Yoongi pulls when Tae tries to hold his hand, and it becomes glaringly obvious that no one who says the members dislike touching each other has a leg to stand on. Calling it harassment goes so far beyond any line of sanity...

JK - like all of BTS - acknowledges that Jimin's beauty is simply out of this world. They are regularly stunned by his appearance

Just gonna point to JK's reaction to Filter, Blood Sweat & Tears, Black Swan, and Set Me Free pt 2 here. JK calls JM sexy so often it's hilarious

* inserts clip of absolutely WHIPPED JK after JM cutely punches him during that performance of Boy With Luv *. Also we know that "cute" his JK's type as he himself admitted.

Jimin has been Jungkook's comfort person for so long, and with such depth that he dedicated a whole trip and video to him. They care for each other so deeply that the only logical conclusion was to go to the military together.

Aka: he is all that they hate in the girls/women in their normal life so they can't do nothing but tear him down. They envy how comfortable he seems in his own skin, how easily he goes from sexy to cute, how loved he is by those around him. On top of that is how gay people are still perceived and treated by a lot of countries around the world. No matter what they say, being an army and shipping men doesn't make you automatically an ally and non-homophobic.

They treat Jimin like they would most likely treat the lgtbqia+ people in real life: something to be careful of, someone dishonest and slutty.

They conflate everything they hate about themselves and gay people and * boom * out come frankly terrifying tweets, fanfics and shit.

Contrast that with how these very same people fetishize the relationship between Tae and Jungkook - either viewing them like men who watch p_rn involving two women, or a self-insert with how little character they have - and that's the state of the army shipping community. They could be Barbie dolls getting smashed together and you wouldn't know the difference.

I'm not saying Jikookers are better in that, but the language they tend to use is incredibly different.

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That was a lot.

To end on a sweet note: I saw a quote on Twitter "If you want to find out what someone fears losing, look at what they photograph."

And...well. that just screams Jikook

Hi! Thank you, I like my name too 🥰

And yeah, basically I agree. I think there is more to it as well, but that a lot of it could be boiled down to all this. And yeah, jikookers are just as guilty of this too, but not always in the same way. Sometimes in a way that is more fetishizing but is just as harmful. Take it from someone who has seen it all in my inbox from people who feel safe on anon 😂😂

Thanks for sharing! And your quote at the end is SOOOOO cute!

#jikook #kookmin #Jikook antis

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jinkook au where celebrity jungkook and his girlfriend goes to a roof top restaurant, nice and open for paparazzi to take pics of them. but when chef seokjin comes out to greet them, jungkook forgets all about the cameras and basically throws himself at seokjin.

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the public have been on jungkook’s ass about his love life, which really isn’t any of their business. but at some point, the rumors were getting out of hand and he just wanted to buy himself some peace. so he asks his friend yoonji to pretend to be his girlfriend for a while.

they go on dates in very public or open spaces where they can be caught. when they get private rooms at restaurants, they make sure it’s one with a great view or a huge window so they can be spotted from outside. they hold hands and giggle with each other, talking about their crushes or upcoming events. they buy themselves expensive matching jewelry, which they think is really cute. to them, they’re just being best friends, but to the public, they seem in love.

it was easy. jungkook gets to hang out with his friend every week and no rumors will surface. he can hang out with all of his other friends too and the public won’t question him. it’s a win win. the people get what they want, and he gets to be seen in public with other humans.

… that is until they go to a famous roof top restaurant for a date. they do what they usually do: eat and chat while getting their photos taken from afar. and then the chef comes out to greet them in the middle of their meal.

“i’m seokjin, the chef and owner of this restaurant. thank you for dining here! i heard from the server that you really enjoyed the food. dessert’s on me! also, can i get an autograph? i’m a fan of your work, jungkook!”

jungkook really doesn’t know what to do with himself at that moment. he’s seen handsome men but none as handsome as the one standing in front of him now.

yoonji smiles. she knows exactly what’s going on in his head.

“jungkook would be happy to do that for you! wouldn’t he?” she kicks him hard from under the table to pull him out of his trance.

“y-yeah! sure!!” when seokjin walks away, yoonji laughs at him.

“did i just witness you falling in love at first sight or do you always have that dumb look on your face? ask him out or i will!”

“don’t tease me! i’ll ask him out… and you didn’t have to kick me that hard!”

for the rest of their time dining at the restaurant, jungkook aggressively flirts with seokjin when he comes by to check on them. jungkook has no idea how he got so bold (and cringey) but he couldn’t stop word vomiting every time seokjin came by.

“you look really good in those pants, bet you’d look good without them too.”

“the way i see it, you’re the only 10 here, everyone else is an 8.”

“has anyone ever told you that your lips are pretty? i’d kiss them if you let me.”

every time jungkook said something like that, seokjin’s ears would turn red, trying not to laugh, and then he’d glance over at jungkook’s girlfriend to see her hiding a smile behind her hand. he notices that once he leaves their table to check on other customers, jungkook would hide his face in his hands and groan, loudly. and yoonji would laugh at him. seokjin suspects that maybe… this is what they’re into? they want him as a third?

and seokjin thinks his suspicions about them are confirmed when jungkook blatantly asks him if he’s single and if he’s interested— which he is. he’s interested in jungkook at least, and hopes that doesn’t offend yoonji. he just doesn’t swing that way.

“is it okay if i kiss you? we just met, but i’m already excited to see you later.” jungkook asks as they’re leaving the restaurant.

“uh… yeah. i’d be okay with that.” seokjin smiles.

so jungkook pulls seokjin in by the waist and gives him a kiss on the cheek. seokjin makes eye contact with yoonji as this is happening and she just winks at him. then she hooks onto jungkook’s arm as they leave. maybe this isn’t a threesome situation? maybe they’re just in a very open relationship? seokjin is a little confused but he figures he can just talk to jungkook about it later whenever he calls to set up their date.

the next day, pictures of jungkook kissing seokjin in front of his girlfriend make headlines.

JUNGKOOK CHEATING ON YOONJI WITH FAMOUS CHEF SEOKJIN? FOOD IS THE WAY TO A MAN’S HEART, THEY SAY.

JUNGKOOK FLIRTS WITH CHEF SEOKJIN IN FRONT OF GIRLFRIEND ALL NIGHT, SAYS A RESTAURANT PATRON.

JUNGKOOK AND YOONJI SEEN LEAVING ARM IN ARM, HAPPY. WAS IT JUST A HARMLESS KISS?

“—another patron at the restaurant came forward and claimed that he was harassing the chef all night. the chef seemed uncomfortable with his advances and—” jungkook shuts off the tv.

“this is so fucked.” he sighs.

that morning, his manager had called him and told him stay away from social media and the news, but he couldn’t help himself. he had a texts from yoonji asking if he was okay and apologizing for not being careful, to which he responded that it wasn’t her fault.

he was the one who made moves on seokjin to begin with. yoonji was just there supporting him, as any best friend would. they made plans to go on another date in a few days, but the person jungkook really wants a date with is seokjin.

oh god, is seokjin okay? it completely slipped his mind while he was worrying about himself and yoonji that seokjin is also in this situation. he calls seokjin a few times, with no luck. so he grabs his things, a mask and a cap, and goes to the roof top restaurant.

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seokjin isn’t the type of check the news everyday, but when yoongi, his best friend and business partner, texts him to tell him to stay home for the week… he gets curious. maybe it was a bad idea to let jungkook kiss him in public like that. he should have been careful. especially with a world famous celebrity like jungkook. especially when they were nothing to each other. they only just met yesterday. they only spoke for 15 minutes max.

seokjin lays in bed and wonders if jungkook had just been playing with him. after all, his girlfriend was right there too. maybe all that laughter and… jungkook’s embarrassed groans… maybe he read it all wrong? why would they want him as a third? why did he think that? would jungkook even want to go out with him if he didn’t want to go out with yoonji? he didn’t even know what their relationship is like. he literally knows nothing about them.

he thinks he’s ridiculous. did he really think jungkook actually wanted to date him? he lets out a laugh of disbelief.

and over a man who literally came to your restaurant with his girlfriend for a date, you let yourself think he wanted you? he thinks.

it’s been a really long time since he’s wanted to go on a date with anyone. he’s not anti-love or anything, but after a traumatizing relationship from years ago, he‘s just being more careful with his heart and more selective with the people he surrounds himself with.

he’s been a fan of jungkook’s work for quite some time, therefore, he knows about him to some degree. so when jungkook started (badly) flirting with him, he couldn’t help but think ‘what if’ and just like that he let himself hope for more.

a spontaneous and reckless move.

and he really only has himself to blame in this situation. he should have known when he didn’t get any texts or calls after jungkook left. he wanted to think that jungkook lost the paper that he wrote his number on, but…

“stop stop stop. no self pity in this household. you are a handsome, capable, wonderful human being, kim seokjin. don’t be disappointed in yourself for believing you’re wanted by someone else.” he says to himself, as tears start to form.

that’s the thing, isn’t it? he knows he could pull anyone— in fact, there’s probably a long line of people who want to take him out on a date. he’s an attractive man with a great personality, and a famous chef on top of all that. but it took years of healing for him to come to realize that about himself. it took years for him to pick himself back up and put himself back together after hitting rock bottom with his mental health.

he’s not going to let his insecurities about some guy he only talked to for 15 minutes make him feel bad about himself. not when he worked so hard to build up his confidence. so he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand before any tears fall and gets out of bed. since he can’t go to work all week, he decides he would come up with some new special menu recipes for his restaurant.

he goes to the kitchen and puts on his apron before opening the fridge to see what he has to work with. he likes to treat the creation of special menus as though he’s in a cooking competition show where he has a limited resources.

it isn’t something he has time to do anymore. he and yoongi used to do new special menus all the time, but when the restaurant became more popular, they couldn’t keep up. he decides it would be a good idea to call yoongi to ask what his main ingredient should be.

seokjin picks up his phone to call yoongi, but gets a call from yoongi instead.

“h-”

“hey hyung, jungkook came here to find you earlier, so i gave him your address. he should be at your house soon! sorry i didn’t ask first, but there’s a lot of reporters camping out here. i had to send him away quickly. i gotta go now, we’re really busy! lots of customers today, bye.”

not a single word. seokjin didn’t even get a “hey yoongi” out before the phone call ended.

before seokjin could process anything, the door bell rings. in his doorbell camera, he sees jungkook, pulling his mask down looking straight into the camera with huge eyes.

“h-hyung? can i call you that? can you let me in? is this even the right house?” jungkook whispers loudly into the mic. jungkook moves his face away from the camera and pulls out his phone to check his gps to make sure he’s at the right place.

seokjin can’t help but smile. jungkook is just so cute. this he’s always known. he opens the door to let jungkook in and is immediately pulled into a hug as soon as the door shuts.

“i’m so so sorry. i should have been more careful.” jungkook sounds like he’s about to cry.

“hey, it’s okay! no big deal. just a small little scandal that no one will care about in a few days.” seokjin says, getting a grip on jungkook’s shoulders to maybe push him off a little.

“no, i should’ve never put you in that situation. yoonji and i went there to literally get caught by paparazzi and we completely forgot we were being watched. i’m so sorry.” jungkook can feel seokjin’s hands on his shoulders, but he holds on tightly to seokjin.

he doesn’t think he’s ready to face seokjin just yet. aside from all the shit the media was saying about him, people were calling seokjin all sorts of names: home wrecker, slut, side piece, just to name a few. and it was all his fault.

“does yoonji know you’re here?” seokjin sounds nervous, like he’s afraid to ask, but has to. and it makes sense.

seokjin probably thinks jungkook and yoonji are dating.

oh. seokjin thinks jungkook and yoongi are dating…

with that realization, jungkook pushes off of seokjin, but still has his hands on his waist and looks straight at seokjin.

“we aren’t dating—i mean yes, she knows i’m here—but we aren’t dating, hyung. it’s all for show. it’s fake.”

“what?” seokjin is shocked. he’s seen so many pictures of them together on magazine covers and all over social media. it’s fake? what does that even mean?

“yoonji’s just a friend. i asked her to pretend to be my girlfriend and be seen with me a lot in public. i don’t know if you were aware but for a few years, i had dating scandals left and right with every single human i interacted with. it was unbearable! wait, if you thought i was in a relationship, then why did you agree to go out with me?”

“i… thought you wanted me to be in a throuple? i’m not against polyamory! but i’m also not interested in yoonji… so maybe you were in an open relationship…” seokjin tries his best to explain his thought process and jungkook couldn’t stop giggling.

“seokjin. i’m in love with you, by the way. is that too soon? i don’t know. i literally heard wedding bells the moment you stepped into my view.” jungkook word vomits.

oh my god jungkook shut up right now. you’re literally the worst. who the fuck tells that to someone they just met? jungkook chastises himself in his mind. jungkook body curls forward in embarrassment, forehead landing on seokjin’s chest.

a love confession already? seokjin has never met anyone as bold as jungkook. he felt his face heat up and he knew his ears must be tomato red by now. he lets out a weak laugh when jungkook’s head is on his chest, knowing that he’s feeling embarrassed like he was last night.

he’s known this man for less than an hour at this point. he clears his throat, taking jungkook’s hands from his waist, causing jungkook to look at him, clearly blushing.

“so are we going to just stand in the doorway or what?” seokjin says to lighten the atmosphere.

jungkook smiles, “ah, sorry we should go inside… you’re wearing an apron? were you going to cook?”

“yeah! i was going to come up with some new recipes for our special menu. how about you help me? i’d love to have a taste tester.”

—

after taste testing a few of seokjin’s new creations, they ate lunch together and talked for hours.

“i can’t believe you’re allergic to garlic! you’re a vampire aren’t you? isn’t that why you’re so pretty?”

they talked like this for hours. small things, big things. no matter what they talked about, jungkook couldn’t help but compliment seokjin every chance he gets.

“hyung, this is delicious! how hasn’t someone tried to pursue you by now. i can’t believe how lucky i am right now.” jungkook had said at some point.

it all felt so easy. jungkook really thinks he’s in love, but he tries not to say it aloud again. they’ve only been talking for a few hours. he doesn’t want to accidentally make seokjin think he’s not serious about wanting to date him. he didn’t want to scare seokjin away.

it all felt so fast—it was so fast… but seokjin let all his walls down so quickly and accepted jungkook. jungkook just had a way of making him feel comforted and comfortable. it felt safe enough to give jungkook a piece of his heart, even if jungkook didn’t know he had it. he shared the story of his insecurities of that morning when he saw the news, about how he let himself get in his own head.

and immediately, jungkook reassured him a thousand times over. “you’re the most beautiful person in the world, hyung, have you seen yourself?"

and now, after getting to know you in this short time, i’m more sure than ever that there’s nobody as great as you. i’m sorry about the news, but you’re amazing hyung. don’t read the articles.”

“don’t put me on a pedestal, jungkook. i’m only human. i can make mistakes too… but why didn’t you call me? or text me? i probably wouldn’t have thought all those things if i got a text or something!”

jungkook’s eyes go wide and he looks almost offended that seokjin was accusing him of such thing. “i did call you! i called you a few times this morning and you didn’t pick up so i went to the restaurant and your friend yoongi gave me your address, which is why i’m here!”

seokjin takes out his phone to show jungkook that he has no missed calls. “see? no missed calls from you. did you call the right number?”

jungkook takes out his phone to show seokjin that he did, in fact, call a few times. seokjin laughs, “the last number is a 1, not a 7! i dont know who you called, but it wasn’t me!”

“what?” jungkook quickly grabs his wallet from his back pocket and pulls out the piece of paper seokjin had written his number on yesterday. “hyung, how is that a 1, it looks like a 7.”

“nope that’s a 1. that’s clearly a 1.”

“no, that’s a 7, who writes their 1s like that?”

“me! i do!”

“well you have very nice handwriting… except for the 1 that’s begging to be a 7!”

they laugh about it for a while, saving each other’s actual numbers on their phones.

before they knew it, it was almost dinner time. how did time go by so fast? jungkook wants to stay longer, to have dinner with seokjin, but he promised he’d meet up with yoonji to talk about their next date and what they’d do now that jungkook has someone he really wants to date.

seokjin walks jungkook to the door and they stand there for a little while, just smiling and looking at each other.

“i wish i didn’t have to leave.” jungkook says with a hint of regret in his voice. he wish he had a clear schedule today.

“well you can always stay next time, okay? anytime you want.” seokjin smiles, reaching out to jungkook’s face, tucking away some stray strands of his hair behind his ear.

jungkook takes seokjin’s hand and presses it to his cheek. “is it okay if i kiss you hyung?”

“yeah, that’s more than okay.”

so jungkook moves seokjin’s hands from his cheek to his lips and kisses the palm of his hand. seokjin presses his lips together when jungkook doesn’t kiss him there like he expects. it makes him blush. it feels so intimate.

“you don’t have to ask me whenever you want to kiss me, you know. you could just… kiss me. anywhere, anytime.” seokjin chuckles.

jungkook smiles. seokjin really shouldn’t give him so much power. “i like hearing confirmation from you though. it feels good to hear you want me to kiss you, that you’re okay with it. but i’ll keep that in mind for next time.” jungkook slips on his shoes and leaves the house.

they spent a little over 8 hours together. they pretty much did nothing all day aside from eat and talk. before seokjin can feel the loss of jungkook’s presence, his phone rings. it’s jungkook.

“hey jungkookie, did you forget something?”

“aha… no hyung, i just wanted to talk to you a little bit more while i’m driving. is that okay? i miss you. sorry, am i too clingy? we don’t have to!”

“it’s fine! i was just about to miss you too but you didn’t give me enough time.”

they laugh. they talk about this and that for 20 minutes while jungkook is driving. it’s nice. seokjin thinks he could get used to this, talking for hours and feeling so wanted. he’s a little scared to fall, but he lets himself.

that night, he calls yoongi and tells him all about his day. all about jungkook. and yoongi is happy for him, obviously. it’s been a while since yoongi has seen seokjin so happy to have a love interest. yoongi is a realist though and he never wants to see seokjin hurt again. he tells seokjin to be careful anyway.

“don’t expect so much. just go with the flow, okay? you only just met.”

“i know yoongi… it’s just nice now that you’re not the only person i have to talk to!” seokjin jokes.

“and you will still always have me.” yoongi reminds him.

“ah yoongichi, don’t worry too much okay? i tell you everything, all the time! and i’m a grown man, i can handle it.”

“why are you calling me yoongichi all of a sudden?”

“because you’re cute, my yoongichi! okay i’ll hang up now. i’m going to sleep. don’t stay up too late!”

after hanging up, he sends a goodnight text to jungkook and puts his phone down immediately, not waiting for a reply. for the first time in his life, he doesn’t feel anxious about his feelings not being reciprocated. jungkook was so obvious about how he felt.

that night, seokjin had the best sleep he’s had in years. no dreams. no nightmares. just peaceful, uneventful sleep.

—

the moment jungkook gets to yoonji's house for dinner, he can't wait to leave. it's not that he doesn't want to hang out with her, he just wants to marinate in his feelings and thoughts about seokjin. jungkook tells yoonji about his day with seokjin and then completely spaces out once yoonji starts talking about how they should stage and announce their breakup.

head empty. just seokjin on his mind.

"you have it bad." yoonji laughs.

"what?" jungkook blinks, looking up to make eye contact with her.

"i said you have it bad. jeez, i didn't know someone could fall that hard for another person."

"yeah, i didn't know either. i mean, at first i just thought he was super handsome, like i've never seen anyone more beautiful than him in my life. i literally looked at him and thought 'he's the one' even though i knew nothing about him." jungkook explains.

"yeah, you made that dumb face and everything… and now?" yoonji presses for more information.

"and now i find out that he's a real human being with complex thoughts and feelings? now that i've heard his laughter and the facial expressions he makes? i just want to learn more. earlier when he was cooking, he made the cutest face of confusion when his soup didn't taste the way he expected it to. when he made these wraps and fed them to me, his face lit up when i told him they were delicious."

once jungkook starts talking about him, he can't stop. yoonji was hanging onto every single word he said, smiling and nodding at him. he's so grateful to have a friend who is so excited for him because he knows anyone else would be against him falling for someone this quickly.

"and whenever i compliment him, he gets all shy and red, but then he'll agree with so much confidence in his voice. like 'of course it's delicious, i'm famous chef kim seokjin, after all!' when he talks about his personal life, he pauses often to make sure he gets his words right. he doesn't have a single bad thing to say about anyone in his life and… he sees so much good in the people around him. it's so clear that he loves them. i want to be one of those people. and now i feel like i'm in too deep and i have this really intense infatuation with him and i'm probably already in love with this guy and i have no idea how he feels about me because he didn't say. he called me cute a bunch… and he… let me kiss him twice now…"

jungkook lets out a long sigh, folding over to lay his head on the table. he grabs one of yoonji's hands from across the table and holds it just to ground himself. he thinks if he continues to talk, he might start to overthink and doubt himself.

"and he let you stay at his house for like 8 hours and he talked to you the entire time. and then talked to you on the phone /after/ all that too." yoonji reminds him. "he likes you. and if you doubt that, then at the very least, he enjoys your company."

"you're right. i know you're right. i'll just ask him next time." jungkook releases yoonji's hand and lifts his head to see her writing something on a notepad.

"what are you writing?"

"a list of things you like about him." yoonji grins.

"okay… why?"

"so that when i'm planning your wedding, like next week, i can help you write your vows." she teases him, laughing. jungkook kicks her lightly from under the table.

"we have to break up first though." jungkook reminds her.

"oh, you're ready to stop thinking about seokjin for a minute so we can work that out? great!"

"stop teasing me, i didn't come here to be bullied!" he laughs.

they decide on the narrative that they broke up after deciding they were better off as friends a month ago, so they still went out a lot together, but only as friends. they call jungkook's manager to confirm everything. their statements would be posted in the morning.

jungkook leaves yoonji's house feeling like he has to hold his breath because he has no idea how the public will react. he has no idea what the headlines will be. he drives around for a little bit with the windows down to clear his mind before heading home.

when he finally gets home, he gets a goodnight text from seokjin, which brings a smile to his face.

he texts seokjin back with:

goodnight yoonji and i are announcing our breakup tmrw ): can i come over? i guess you're asleep already text me in the morning <3

jungkook showers and gets in bed right after texting seokjin. the alternating feelings of his anxiousness about the aftermath of the announcement and his excitement for seeing seokjin again keeps him for an extra couple hours before he can finally fall asleep.

—

jungkook wakes up to, no exaggeration, hundreds of notifications. he overslept and woke up an hour after the time of their statement release. instead of stressing out, he immediately goes to check seokjin’s text messages and replies to him first.

seokjin (loml):

2 hrs ago

good morning. ^-^ i’m home all week so you can come over any time this week.

1 hr ago

i’m going for a morning grocery run. if you come by just let yourself in. door code is 090393. <3

10 mins ago

wake up! i’m making breakfast. c:

me:

2 mins ago

just woke up i’ll be over asap, don’t eat without me

seokjin (loml):

7 secs ago

okay! *:

jungkook rushes to get ready and is out the door in 10 minutes. it takes him another 15 to get to seokjin’s house. when he gets there, he punches in the door code and is greeted by the scent of food.

“jungkook-ah! you’re here!” he can hear seokjin say from the kitchen.

jungkook finds himself frozen in the doorway. he was hit with a wave of comfort. then he feels tears rushing down his cheeks. all the stress and anxiety from the hundreds of notifications this morning caught up to him when he made it to a safe place—seokjin’s home.

“jungkook?” he hears seokjin call out again. then he hears seokjin putting a pot or a pan into the sink, the faucet running, probably from seokjin washing his hands, and then footsteps as he walks towards the doorway.

“oh my god, baby, why are you crying?” seokjin rushes over to wipe jungkook’s tears with his thumbs, which only makes jungkook cry harder. he feels safe enough to let it all out.

“h-hyung…” jungkook manages through his tears.

“shhh it’s okay. come on, take off your shoes, let’s go inside.”

seokjin sits down on the couch and pulls jungkook into his lap and holds him. he continues to thumb away jungkook’s tears as they fall, rubs his back, and kisses his face. it was all so comforting. they’re pretty much the same height, but jungkook feels so small in this moment, being held by seokjin, sitting in his lap.

“it’s okay baby. you’re okay. who made my pretty baby cry, hm?” he could hear seokjin say between face kisses.

some might think that he’d have thicker skin after being a celebrity for so long, but things still get to him. there’s a lot of things he can ignore, but on days where he gets hundreds of notifications, he gets overwhelmed. it’s a wonder how his phone hasn’t exploded yet.

he wishes the world would stay out of his personal life and focus on his work. it makes him wonder if all the work he’s done was for nothing. what’s the point of coming up with amazing content if all people care about is who he’s dating and what he’s doing in his free time? which he knows isn’t true. he knows he has lots of adoring fans who love him for the content he’s put out, the movies he’s directed and/or starred in, the music he makes. he wishes he could block it all out and only focus on that.

it takes him around 20 minutes to calm down, an all time record for him. usually when he’s stressed, he’ll cry for at least an hour. after he calms down, he chooses to remain in seokjin’s lap, head resting on seokjin’s shoulders.

seokjin’s fingers comb through the hair on the nape of his neck.

“hyung?” jungkook finally says.

seokjin hums in response.

“do you like me?”

“of course i do. i more than like you. you’re so easy to love, jungkook. is that what this is about?” seokjin replies softly.

“so you love me?”

seokjin doesn’t say anything. he just chuckles in response. jungkook can feel the vibrations coming from seokjin’s chest and neck as he chuckles.

“hyung?”

“hm?”

“i liked it when you called me your baby. i like being yours.”

“you have no idea what it’s like to be mine.”

“can i find out?” jungkook says as he lifts his head to face seokjin. “i want to be yours. i want you to be mine. i know it’s only been… 2… 3 days now. but why waste time when i already know how i feel?”

“what are you saying right now?” seokjin says, brushing jungkook’s hair out of his face.

“i’m saying… do you believe in love at first sight, hyung? that’s how i feel about you. i feel so in love with you already. i’m not love bombing you. i have real serious feelings for you. i’m saying you called me ‘baby’ and i want to keep hearing it from you. i’m saying you let me cry in your lap and didn’t complain… you comforted me. you made—make me feel safe. i’m saying you kissed me, all over my face, and i want more, if you’ll give it to me. i’m saying be my boyfriend, seokjin. please be with me?”

“i’ve really never met anyone as bold as you, jeon jungkook.” seokjin lets out a weak laugh, blushing.

“can i kiss you?”

“yes, anytime you want. i’m yours.” seokjin smiles.

so jungkook grabs seokjin by the face and kisses his forehead, then his nose, then his lips. they stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, hearts beating loudly and in sync, a little out of breath from their emotions.

seokjin bites his lips and breaks their comfortable silence. “come on, our food is probably cold by now, i’ll go heat it up.”

before jungkook can move off of seokjin, he’s pulled into another kiss, causing him to giggle. “you’re so cute, baby.”

then seokjin stands up, still holding onto jungkook, effectively carrying him. jungkook quickly wraps his legs around his waist like a koala and is carried to a dining table chair. when seokjin lets him down, he adds a kiss to the top jungkook’s head and goes to the kitchen.

jungkook can safely say that he has never felt more loved and cared for by another person than he feels it with seokjin in the past few days he’s known him. while he waits, he scrolls through his phone notifications. he figures this is as good a time as any to check them.

all this friends sent him messages to check in on him, his manager texted him to stay off of social media, lay low, don’t even leave the house (oops, jungkook thinks), and yoonji sent him 17 cat videos along with a text that read:

watch these, not the news!

he decides those are the only notifications worth checking for now and leaves the rest for later.

“everything okay?” seokjin asks, as he sets down their food on the table and takes a seat across from jungkook.

“yeah,” jungkook smiles, “never better, actually.”

—

“thanks for letting me stay hyung!” jungkook happily says.

after breakfast, they checked the news and then played games, talked, cooked lunch, pretended they were in an episode of master chef… the day went by quickly and it was fun.

jungkook got a call from his manager saying that there were reporters camping outside his neighborhood, waiting for him to come out. except he wasn’t home. so with a sigh of relief, his manager said they would look into safer housing and told him to stay where he was. and if he couldn’t stay, then he should find a friend to crash with for the next few days. so obviously jungkook looks to seokjin and asks him. and obviously seokjin lets him.

jungkook lays on seokjin’s lap, loving the feeling of seokjin’s hands running through his hair, as they’re on the couch watching tv before dinner. seokjin is a lot more physically affectionate than jungkook had initially thought.

yesterday, despite all the flirting and talking for 8 hours, seokjin barely touched him. the most he did was feed him with his own two hands, but jungkook thinks that might be because he’s a chef. he did let jungkook kiss him though, so it’s not like he’s uncomfortable with it.

seokjin was right, jungkook had no idea what it’s like to be his. now that he’s getting an idea, he loves it. seokjin was always touching jungkook, whether it was just brushing shoulders, keeping a hand on jungkook’s thigh while sitting, massaging his neck, or holding hands. he also kisses jungkook a lot. just little casual kisses, kisses to fill pauses in their conversation, victory kisses when he wins a game… jungkook loves it. he’s been kissed so many times today and yet he still wants more.

it feels like they’ve been together for longer than just a few hours. jungkook walks around the house comfortably, as if he’s lived there with seokjin for years. it’s odd. it’s nice.

it’s probably because people usually spend short amounts of time together and slowly get to know each other throughout weeks or months, but they have been in each other presence for this huge block of time and they talked with each other for almost all of it. it also helps that jungkook was immediately taken by seokjin the moment he laid eyes on him. and it helps that seokjin thinks jungkook is so easy to love.

it was easy.

it was fast.

and it’s theirs. their relationship. their affection. their happiness. their comfort.

jungkook is dozing off on seokjin’s lap, almost fully asleep, when he heard the beeping of someone putting in the door code and opening the door. then he hears some foot steps walking towards him and seokjin.

“is he…?” he hears someone speak softly, in a low voice.

“jungkook? baby? can i get up?” he hears seokjin whisper into his ears. he sits up, blinking away his sleepiness. the couch shifts as seokjin gets up. seokjin leaves a kiss on his head before he goes.

when jungkook fully wakes up, he looks up to see yoongi setting up the table. he walks over to offer his help.

“hey jungkook, i brought some dinner. hyung’s in the bathroom.” yoongi says.

jungkook nods. he feels a little awkward since he doesn’t really know him. he only met yoongi for like a minute yesterday when he went to the restaurant, but yoongi’s speaking to him so casually.

“wait, how did you know i was here?” jungkook questions.

“nothing gets past me when it comes to seokjin,” yoongi makes eye contact with jungkook, “nothing.”

is he… threatening me? that sounded like a threat. jungkook thinks to himself, panicked.

yoongi chuckles, seeing the panic in jungkook’s eyes. “he texted me earlier, said you were staying over for a few days. don’t look so worried, i mean i wouldn’t be worried if i haven’t done anything wrong.” yoongi smirks.

“but if you do,” he continues, “i’ll be the first to know.”

“right… got it.” jungkook says.

realistically, jungkook knows that yoongi can’t actually do anything to hurt him. he doesn’t know his number or where he lives… and what is he going to do to a celebrity like jungkook? but admittedly, jungkook is terrified of yoongi at this point. this man is running a whole restaurant by himself to cover for seokjin because of a scandal that /he/ caused. what does yoongi think of him? does yoongi even approve of him dating seokjin?

he’s realizing really quickly that this is the same man seokjin has told him about for hours. in fact, he’s one of the only people that seokjin tells lots of stories about. the best friend. the business partner. the eternal roommate. the platonic soulmate.

this is the man seokjin says is adorable and kitten-like. which makes him question seokjin. how is he so powerful that he tamed a man like yoongi to be his best friend. how did he not die in the process? yoongi has the aura of a final boss in a video game.

jungkook has to win him over if he plans on being with seokjin for a long time. this is the man who’s birthday is seokjin’s door code, for crying out loud. he inhales. then exhales. and he’s about to attempt to talk to yoongi again when seokjin comes out of the bathroom.

“jungkook, you’re alive! why do you look like that? did yoongichi say something to you?” seokjin says, smiling.

“stop calling me that.” yoongi replies loudly, sounding a bit whiny and annoyed, but he’s smiling and looks a little flustered.

“never, my yoongichi is so cute and deserves the cutest nickname. don’t you agree jungkookie?” seokjin’s voice sounds a bit higher pitched now, clearly teasing yoongi.

jungkook can only reply with giggles.

he finds it amusing that just a second ago, yoongi seemed so scary to him, but in the presence of seokjin, he became so… cute. louder, whinier. a whole different person. his whole aura has changed.

the power seokjin holds and he doesn’t even know it. jungkook thinks.

during dinner, jungkook observes a few things about the pair.

1. they really love each other. like they clearly do. and jungkook would be jealous if he didn’t know anything about yoongi and their friendship, but he does because seokjin talked about him so much.

2. yoongi brings out seokjin’s cuteness. not that seokjin isn’t naturally always cute already, but in the name of annoying and teasing yoongi, seokjin will purposefully act cute. yoongi will cringe 100% of the time, but he (not so) secretly likes it.

3. seokjin brings out yoongi’s inner child. when jungkook interacts with yoongi, he’s more quiet, speaks a bit more matter-of-fact. but with seokjin, he’s loud, whiny, playful. he jokes around with seokjin. jungkook can only hope that he can get to that level with yoongi.

4. even when yoongi verbally denies seokjin of something, he does it anyway. like when seokjin tried to feed him, yoongi told him to stop, but opened his mouth to receive the food anyway. seokjin can pretty much get away with anything when it comes to yoongi.

jungkook wants to know what yoongi thinks of him. he just doesn’t know when a good time to ask is. as they’re having dinner, he notices that yoongi starts to joke around with him a little bit too, which makes him feel better.

when yoongi leaves, jungkook feels a bit of relief. he finally has some time to collect his thoughts and maybe plan what he might say to yoongi next time.

jungkook is honestly ready to turn in for the night. they just had dinner, but he’s emotionally exhausted from earlier today and he just wants to rest. but before he can do that, he has to get ready for bed. he didn’t have any of his things with him though, since he didn’t intend on sleeping at seokjin’s. so seokjin leaves him alone in the house while he goes to the store to buy some basics.

jungkook explores the house in areas he hasn’t explored. they’re mostly spent all their time together in the kitchen, dining room, and living room. the house is so big and there’s a lot of it he hasn’t seen.

he likes how spacious it is in the house, but it feels cozy due to how seokjin decorated it. it has a modern feel, but with cute colors and plushies thrown into the mix.

for example, seokjin’s kitchen is huge, modern, and sleek, but all the cabinets are pastel pink. he has kitchen towels with cute characters on them. it helps his very modern house feel less cold, more cozy, but still spacious. there seems to be 3 spare rooms on this floor, one of which belongs to yoongi, since he crashes here all the time. there’s an upstairs area that jungkook is too nervous to explore without seokjin. he knows the upstairs area is mostly seokjin’s, like his office and bedroom.

he wonders if seokjin will let him sleep with him in his room tonight or if he’ll get given his own room. on one hand, it would be nice to sleep with seokjin and wake up to him. they could cuddle all night and he thinks that would be a huge comfort for him. on the other hand, he doesn’t know if his heart can take it. falling asleep on seokjin’s lap on the couch is one thing, but sleeping together on the same bed? jungkook has never slept in anyone else’s bed with them before.

he’s never really dated anyone seriously like this before. jungkook is a hopeless romantic. he always believed that he would meet /the one/ and fall in love with them instantly like in all the romance movies and novels. and he did. at least that’s how he feels about seokjin. no one ever felt just right for him, so he never got into any relationships. on top of that, he’s a celebrity who’s constantly in the public eye. he wouldn’t put anyone through the whole process of dating him if he wasn’t serious about them.

after some time, seokjin finally comes back.

“I’m home! i just picked up a toothbrush and some underwear and socks for you. you can wear my clothes, is that okay?”

“that’s okay with me.” jungkook confirms. “so… where am i sleeping?”

seokjin looks a little shocked, and then laughs a little, rubbing the nape of his neck. “oh, sorry… i don’t know why i assumed you would just be sleeping with me in my bed. do you want your own room? you can take any of the downstairs ones if you want.”

“no! i want to… with you… in your room… sleep… please?” jungkook can’t even form a full sentence because he’s never asked to sleep with anyone before. it’s new and he feels shy about it. his request makes seokjin grin, pulling him closer to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“you can sleep wherever you want, okay? don’t feel pressured. but my room is open to you, if you want.”

“i do want.” jungkook replies, a little too quickly.

“okay then. come on, i’ll show you how the shower works.”

seokjin holds one of jungkook’s hands and they head up the stairs. for the first time since jungkook has known seokjin, he feels extremely nervous. a nervousness caused by being near seokjin.

this is all new for him. this is something he’s never felt before. this is something he never anticipated he would feel. but it’s a good nervous and he can’t wait to overcome it.

—

as tired as he is, jungkook can’t seem to fall asleep. he lays in seokjin’s bed by himself while seokjin is showering. he closes his eyes, only to open them again a few minutes later. he tosses and turns, not because the bed is uncomfortable, but because he’s so nervous.

jungkook doesn’t even know if seokjin will be joining him right after his shower, because it was still early in the night, only 9 pm. he wishes his tiredness and emotional exhaustion would take over his feelings of nervousness, but they don’t.

when seokjin comes out of the bathroom, he shuts his eyes, pretending to sleep. he doesn’t know why he does it. what’s the point? a few moments pass, he hears seokjin walk over to his side of the bed. he feels the lightest touch on his hair, causing him to open his eyes.

“sorry baby, did i wake you?” seokjin questions in a low, quiet voice.

“no, i couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“are you uncomfortable? is it the bed? your pajamas? i could get you different ones.” seokjin offers, taking a seat on the bed, running his fingers through jungkook’s hair.

“no, everything’s great. very comfy. i’m just a little nervous. i’ve never- this is- it’s just-” jungkook just can’t find the words. he doesn’t think seokjin will judge him, but he just can’t get himself to admit it out loud.

“like i said earlier, you don’t have to-”

“i want to.” jungkook cuts in.

“and that’s okay too, if you need something, just let me know okay? i’ll be in my office for a bit to do some work, right next door. i’ll join you when i’m done.”

seokjin leans down to plant a kiss on jungkook’s lips. jungkook tries to chase seokjin’s lips with his own, but seokjin only offered a short peck, before he’s up and out of the room.

jungkook immediately feels the absence of seokjin. earlier, he could at least hear him showering, but now it was too quiet. he should be used to it since he lives alone, but he can’t help but feel lonely. he already misses seokjin and they’re in the same house.

it only takes a couple minutes before jungkook gets out of bed to go to seokjin’s office room. the door was wide open, so he quietly let himself in. seokjin doesn’t seem to notice, so he takes a seat in an armchair, just watching seokjin focus on his work. jungkook dozes off in the armchair, feeling less nervous than he did in bed.

about 45 minutes later, he’s wakes up to the sound of seokjin screaming in surprise.

“AISH JUNGKOOK! oh my god i thought i saw a ghost. how long have you been in here? at least make some noise if you’re going to be in the same room as me at night. are you trying to scare the life out of me? i thought i was alone!” seokjin’s words fly out so fast and aggressively.

it’s the first time jungkook has seen this type of reaction from seokjin. sometimes he’ll scream from surprise, but quickly recover with laughter. this was new.

it makes jungkook laugh. “i’m so sorry hyung, i didn’t want to disturb you.” he says through his laughter.

“YAH! there’s nothing funny about scaring the life out of me okay? i nearly had a heart attack. i could have died!” seokjin says, hand over his chest. then he starts to laugh too. seokjin stomps over to jungkook and starts to tickle him.

“you think you’re so cute huh? you think i’ll forgive you for scaring me like this?”

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry! hyung please!” jungkook laughs harder than he did before.

seokjin stops, standing up straight, hands on his hips. he was laughing, but immediately makes a serious face.

“that’ll teach you not to laugh at me while i’m suffering! who knew i was dating a brat.”

jungkook recovers from laughing, just enough to reply. “and this will teach you that i’ll always give you what you give me in return!”

jungkook stands up and immediately goes to tickle seokjin back. seokjin starts running out the door and into the bedroom, escaping to his bed.

jungkook chases right after him, climbing onto the bed, on top of seokjin, to tickle him more. they’re playing with each other like kids, having fun, not caring how loudly they laugh. it’s not something jungkook thought he could have in a relationship as a full grown adult.

after a few minutes of this, seokjin pulls jungkook into a hug, stopping jungkook from tickling him. jungkook lays on top of seokjin like this for a few minutes, catching his breath. then seokjin shifts his body to sit upright and jungkook shifts to sit facing him in his lap. they smile looking at each other, bodies close, still breathless from all the laughter.

“i really think i love you.”

“you really think so?”

“yeah, hyung. i do. do you think you love me?”

seokjin just smiles at him. not answering, for the second time today.

“you said i’m easy to love.”

“you are.”

“i can work with that. this is just day one. we have plenty of days ahead of us.”

“we do, i look forward to them all.”

jungkook leans in close enough to feel seokjin’s breath. “can i, please?”

“always.”

that night, they kiss, tongues dancing on each other, moaning each other’s names. painting a beautiful memory to save in the archive of their love.

needless to say, jungkook overcomes his nervousness that night, having the best sleep of his life next to the man he loves, who loves him back. this is their day one out of infinity.

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4 months later, jungkook finally moved in with seokjin. to be honest, he never really left since that first week he stayed over. he was at seokjin’s more than his own house.

they still haven’t officially announced their relationship to the public, but they’re not exactly hiding it either. they’re just enjoying their time together, whether or not they’re caught by cameras.

since jungkook and yoonji’s “breakup” announcement, people have been less invested in his love life. they still went out and would have their pictures taken by paparazzi, but since they weren’t dating and made it clear that they were only friends, people lost interest.

what this meant was that jungkook could hang out with seokjin and people would just assume that they were also just friends. no crazy headlines. no mess. no drama. they held hands, shared food and drinks, sometimes even kissed on the cheek in public. even with these displays of affection, no one jumped the gun to assume he was in a relationship with seokjin just because he held hands with him. it was so freeing for him.

seokjin’s restaurant had a huge spike in customers and popularity after he became very publicly “friends” with jungkook. jungkook’s fans often came by to get a glimpse of the man jungkook kissed in public months ago that caused headlines.

many modeling and entertainment agencies reached out to seokjin due to his good looks, but seokjin remained faithful to his love of cooking and running a restaurant with yoongi. they hired more help in the kitchen to keep up with the demand.

their rooftop restaurant was quickly becoming a reservation only place due to the high demand. with the help of more chefs, seokjin and yoongi actually started to make cooking videos together online, teaching others how to cook their recipes. they figured that not everyone could come to their restaurant, so they should share all their secrets. they knew there was a slight risk, but they also knew that most people at home were too lazy to make it anyway. and they would still always have customers at their restaurant.

tonight is jungkook’s movie premiere. it’s a movie he had filmed over half a year ago and it’s finally being released. he thinks there’s no better time to announce their relationship. and maybe even something more.

seokjin and yoongi leave the restaurant in the hands of their employees for the day to attend jungkook’s premiere with him. of course, yoonji would be there too. the four of them became quite close over these past few months.

jungkook may be the star of the movie, but seokjin seems to be the star on the red carpet. the people and the cameras love him. this is where jungkook seizes the opportunity.

yoonji and yoongi stand off to the side while reporters are picked to ask jungkook questions. jungkook has seokjin by the arm so seokjin couldn’t move to the side along with his friends. instead, he stands in the spotlight with his boyfriend as questions are being asked.

“what are you wearing tonight jungkook?” a reporter asks.

“ah, this is a one of a kind suit a famous foreign designer made for me! i had it made as soon as we wrapped up filming for this movie. this is a special film and definitely deserves a special suit!”

seokjin stands beside his boyfriend, amazed by how charming he is in front of all these cameras. it’s no wonder he’s so famous and adored by many. he’s one of jungkook’s fans too, after all.

“and chef seokjin? what are you wearing tonight?”

“oh me? i have no idea! jungkook gave me this suit and told me to wear and and come to the premiere with him. so here i am!” he smiles, looking over at jungkook.

“my boyfriend is wearing a suit by the same designer. they match each other, just different colors, as you can see! i had it made for him recently.” jungkook says, smiling wide, as he holds seokjin’s hands and takes a step back for the cameras to see their matching suits.

immediately, the sound of camera shutters and flashing lights becomes more intense. reporters start to yell out their questions, not waiting for their turn.

jungkook laughs, “i actually will not be taking anymore questions, but…” he looks over at seokjin, who’s looking over at him nervously, shocked that jungkook just announced their relationship like that, so casually. “will you take one more question seokjin?”

“uh, yeah… sure?” seokjin looks over to the reporters to see everyone’s hands up. then he looks back at jungkook to see that jungkook also has his hand up to ask a question.

“jungkook?” jungkook gives seokjin a huge smile, and gets on one knee, pulling out a ring.

in this moment, seokjin couldn’t see or hear anyone else.

“i was wondering if you’d wear this too?”

“what are you saying right now?” seokjin says as he also gets on his knees to be on the same level as jungkook.

“i’m saying i fell in love with you at first sight and that feeling never went away and will never go away. i’m saying i still hear wedding bells and i want that to be our reality and not just something in my head. i’m saying i want to spend the rest of my life with you. i’m saying… why waste anymore time when i already know how i feel? i love you. be mine. be my husband. please?”

seokjin stares at jungkook, tears threatening to leave his eyes.

“jeon jungkook, i’ve never met anyone as bold as you.” he says, smiling.

“is that a yes?”

“of course it’s a yes! i love you, jungkook.”

immediately jungkook starts to cry. “that’s the first time you’ve ever told me you love me!”

“what? there’s no way. i love you so much. how could i not have said it at least one other time?”

“you show me you love me in so many ways but this is the first time you’ve said it!”

“sorry it took so long…”

“it’s okay hyung, i love you.” jungkook slips the ring onto seokjin’s finger. “can i kiss you hyung?”

instead of answering, seokjin leans in to kiss jungkook. in front of all the lights and cameras on the red carpet of jungkook’s movie premiere.

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