#jungkook fic rec
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redamancy - jjk (part iii)
⤖ genre: fluff, future smut, angst, gardener!jeongguk x rich!reader, okay but jeongguk isn't really a gardener like that but you'll see, kinda slow burn but not really
⤖ pairing: jeongguk x female reader
⤖ rating: 18+
⤖word count: approx. 14.1 k words
⤖ chapter warnings: explicit language, angst
summary: jeongguk is just a normal dude with a simple routine. wake up, go to the gym, work his job as a waiter at this posh upscale restaurant in the heart of gangnam before coming home to a night full of video games and ramen (it's delicious and cheap). that routine gets disrupted when he accidentally taps the back of an expensive sports car of one of the richest men in south korea. considering he's broke, he couldn't afford to pay for the damages so the man makes a deal with him by offering him to work at his house as one of the gardeners. jeongguk takes it but wasn't prepared to meet this beautiful young woman who's constantly lounging by the pool, you, the rich man's daughter.
author's note: hi hi hi pls don't kill me yall. i know it's been MONTHS since i last posted. there were many life changing events that occurred in my life and it really held me back from ever completing part 3. i had half of it written in august but it was left abandoned for a while because of my college semester. i also lost motivation to write for so long too. im gonna be honest, i hate this chapter. no matter what i wrote, i was not happy with it at all and im still not. but i didn't wanna keep you guys waiting. the only thing i ask from you is that if you can really give me feedback and thoughts on the chapter, it would be really helpful. seeing you guys enjoy it keeps me motivated to continue writing, the more motivated i am, the sooner i can post future parts. im on summer break so i would really like to finish this story if possible. pls don't be a silent reader. i hope you guys like this chapter. xx M.
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“You’re going to what?” Jeongguk asks, almost dropping the garden snippers on his foot.
Dohyun jumps a little at the older man’s loud voice, almost dropping the flower bouquet. He dusts off his white button-up, fixing the collar.
“I’m going to ask Y/N on a date,” He reiterates proudly. “I got her these chocolates from that fancy chocolate store,” He holds up the white box wrapped in a baby pink bow. “And some roses from my aunt’s flower shop.” His other hand props up the bouquet, plastic rustling when he shakes it.
No way. There’s no way he’s actually going to ask you. Not when you literally just said last night that you don’t have any form of feelings for Dohyun. But you also did mention that you wouldn’t have the heart to turn him down, not wanting to see him hurt.
God, why did you have to be so nice? Are you actually going to accept the date when Dohyun asks you?
He looks at Dohyun who seems to be in a daze, probably daydreaming about you and him together. He shivers at the thought of you kissing Dohyun on the corner of his mouth as you did with Jeongguk last night.
Gross.
There’s no way you’re going on that date with Dohyun. Not when you’ve made it clear that you’re interested in Jeongguk. If that kiss didn’t mean anything last night, he’d be quite upset.
“Uh…I don’t know if that’s…a good idea,” Jeongguk replies, voice honeyed. He’d be damned if he lets Dohyun ask you out first.
The excited smile begins to fade, forming a firm line. He looks at Jeongguk in confusion, “Why?” He asks.
Fuck, what can he say? There’s no excuse coming to mind.
“Listen, dude,” Jeongguk walks up to Dohyun, putting his arm around the younger man’s shoulder. “Girls like Y/N, they’re not interested in guys like us.”
Is he gonna go to hell for lying like this?
“Guys like…us?” Dohyun questions, looking up at Jeongguk with a clueless pout.
Jeongguk nods, pretending to look sullen, “Yeah, I mean look at us, we’re just a bunch of commoners,” Something you’ve made very apparent that you don’t care about. “Y/N’s family…they’re rich. She’s probably into guys who own sports cars and Rolex watches.” Lies. You’ve mentioned how you couldn’t stand materialistic guys.
“So what you’re saying is…” Dohyun stares at the grass thoughtfully, “That I need to have nice and expensive things.” Jeongguk nods in response.
Yeah, he’s definitely going to hell.
“B-But I made reservations at that expensive French restaurant,” He tells Jeongguk, looking a little sad.
Lame. Going to a fancy wine-and-dine restaurant for a date would not impress you, he thinks. You already seem to be sick of your high-class lifestyle. The last thing you would want is to be sitting in a place surrounded by other rich folks.
If it were up to Jeongguk, he would’ve taken you to his favorite street vendor for some tteokbokki and then to the arcade to play games. He thinks you’d enjoy that more.
“It’s okay man. That wouldn’t have been enough,” Jeongguk shakes his head, putting a hand on the other’s shoulder in a comforting manner, “She probably would’ve ordered the most expensive wine on the menu.”
Dohyun’s bottom lip quivers and a look of despair etched onto his face. “I would’ve paid for it.”
Jeongguk raises an eyebrow, “You could afford that?”
Dohyun shrugs, “I made a deal with the manager to pay in installments.” Geez, he really had it all planned out.
“I don’t think she’s worth it, dude,” Jeongguk’s voice is laced with fake sorrow. He hopes you never find out that he’s saying this shit because he does not mean a single damn thing he just told Dohyun.
“I mean I guess you’re right,” Dohyun looks down at the flower bouquet with a dejected look on his face. “She’s just always been so nice to me so I thought there might’ve been something there.”
You are a nice person. So nice that it shook Jeongguk to the core. There wasn’t a single bad body in your body it seems. You would never have any ill intentions towards anyone. He’s witnessed it firsthand. You’re damn considerate of others that you were afraid of facing the day Dohyun confessed to you because you didn’t have it in you to turn him down and witness his heartbreak.
If anything, Jeongguk is doing both you and Dohyun a favor.
“I hear you, buddy,” Jeongguk clasps his hand against Dohyun’s back, making the younger man wince a little. “Guys like us never get the girl.”
Except for Jeongguk. He thinks he might have a chance.
Too arrogant?
“I guess I’ll just cancel the reservation,” Dohyun states in melancholy, and Jeongguk immediately nods.
Yes, cancel the reservation. Please. Cancel so Jeongguk can ask you out on a date instead.
“Well I’m going to go put this stuff back,” Jeongguk tells him, putting the tools away in the bucket. He’s also hoping to catch you sitting outside again. He wonders what swimsuit you’re wearing today.
“I’ll go with you,” Dohyun mumbles, walking alongside Jeongguk.
God dammit, never mind, he prays you’re not sitting outside.
The two men are heading towards the back along the concrete pathway, stopping in front of the shed. Jeongguk looks over at the sunbed where you’re usually sitting but fortunately, you’re not there. His shoulders relax at that and he lets out a sigh of relief. He can’t help but look over at Dohyun, only to see him already staring at the sunbed as well with a gloomy look on his face.
“Come on, help me put these tools where they need to go,” Jeongguk suggests in an attempt to distract the younger man. He’s not going to lie, he does feel a little guilty for lying like this to him.
Jeongguk is never the type to really feel guilty which is why his Jin Hyung calls him a dickhead sometimes. But right now, he can feel it just a tad bit.
Dohyun glances over at the sunbed one last time before hesitantly following Jeongguk inside, placing the bouquet and box of chocolates onto the wooden table. He takes out the tools one by one, placing them onto the hooks. Jeongguk just watches the other, noticing how his frown isn’t going away, eyebrows furrowed.
Once the tools are placed in their respective places, the two of them head back outside. Dohyun leaves first and Jeongguk follows behind only to bump into the other male’s back when he pauses in his footsteps. He clicks his tongue, looking up at Dohyun only to find him staring longingly at something a few feet away.
Oh god, please don’t let it be.
He turns his head and there you are, walking outside of the house in your swimming attire. There’s a book in your hand as per usual and it sounds like you’re humming to a certain tune, earbuds on.
Jeongguk finds himself panicking, ready to steer Dohyun away from the back but it’s too late.
“You know what, I’m still gonna tell her,” Dohyun says determinedly. “I’m still gonna ask her out on that date.” He’s got to be joking. “I’m gonna ask her out on that date and then tell her I’ve been in love with her since we were kids.” Before Jeongguk could respond, Dohyun is already striding over to you, chocolate and flowers in hand.
This is not going to end well.
+
It’s a beautiful day out, you think. The sky is a bright blue, the sun is out and shining high, the garden is looking colorful and vibrant with the newly planted flowers and there’s a nice breeze blowing through the air. You have a smile on your face as you think about all the things that happened yesterday.
The way Jeongguk kept making you laugh obnoxiously and smile like a fool. He’s unintentionally funny because he’s so honest and blunt. He wouldn’t even try hard to make you laugh, he would just say something casually and actually be serious about it when you think he’s joking. You hope that you can see him again outside of your house soon.
You haven’t seen him yet and you’re hoping he hasn’t left yet. At least not without saying bye to you. Not that he has to but it be nice if he did.
You’re listening to music when you walk outside of the house into the backyard, book in hand, ready to begin your reading for the day. You plan to read just for a little bit, drinking a glass of red wine while you wait for Jeongguk to come to the back.
Luckily, your mother isn’t home, having gone to her company’s building after finding out about some setbacks with the clothing material for her latest fashion line. You have no idea what it was exactly but she was definitely stressed out about it.
Plopping down onto the lounger, you open your book to the page you bookmarked before picking up your wine glass to take a sip. Before you can bring the glass up to your lips, you hear your name being called by a ringing voice.
You flinch, almost spilling the wine on your thigh, and look up to see Dohyun striding towards you, a look of determination on his face. In his hands, he’s holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.
Oh god. You were afraid of when this day would come.
You set down the glass on the circular glass table beside you, closing the book as well. Mustering up your best (fake) smile, you greet him, “Hey,” You clear your throat, “Um you look nice.”
The compliment immediately brings a bashful smile to his face as he looks down at the ground before looking at you once again. “Thank you,” He responds.
“Mhm,” You clear your throat, awkwardly looking away.
God, you were nervous. You already told Jeongguk you were never prepared for the moment when Dohyun was going to ask you out. You always hoped for him to eventually lose feelings and let you go. However, here he is, standing in front of you dressed in nice clothes while holding a flower bouquet.
You felt like you were going to be sick.
“So I uh,” Dohyun lets out a deep breath. “I was wondering if you would,” No please no. “Sorry,” He shakes his head at himself. “I had a whole speech prepared but now I can’t seem to remember anything,” He tells you and a fake laugh escapes your lips.
If he can just get nervous and maybe back out…
“Iwaswonderingifyoudliketogoonadatewithme,” He says it so fast that you almost miss it but you knew exactly what he just asked you.
Your throat feels tight, eyes just staring at him in surprise. What do you say? How can you tell him no? Not when he’s staring at you with those hopeful eyes, hands clutching the bouquet and chocolates.
How can you go on a date with someone else when you have a crush on Jeongguk? A major crush. Though you don’t know him very well, you know enough to like him. A lot. But maybe he doesn’t like you. He’s still a mystery to you. He’s made it clear that he finds you attractive but what if to him this is just some sort of little game to him?
After all, he is only working here temporarily. He could just be trying to get into your pants and then disappear right after he gets what he wants. You don’t know. He genuinely seemed interested in having a conversation with you last night but at the same time, it could just be an act.
“Um Y/N?” Dohyun’s call of your name causes you to snap out of your doubtful thoughts and look up at him.
“Yes?” You say in surprise.
“Wait, that's a yes?” An excited smile grows on his face.
Oh fuck. That’s not what you meant. The smile on his face…how can you say no now?
Letting out a regretful sigh, you gather a fake smile on your face. “Yes,” You can’t believe you’re doing this. “I’ll go on a date with you.” With those words leaving your lips, your eyes immediately snap to Jeongguk who you didn’t realize was standing a few feet away from you both.
The look on his face causes your heart to drop into your stomach.
Did he just witness you say yes to the date?
Your eyes don’t look away from him, a guilty expression on your face as you stare at his now blank face. It went from surprise to blank in a matter of seconds, a way of showing you that he looks unbothered by what just happened.
Maybe he is unbothered by it.
If he isn’t, then he’s doing a great job at not showing it.
You didn’t mean to say yes. In fact, you were ready to say no. But with the excited look on his face, you don’t have it in you to take it away. You just have to come clean later. You can’t get this far.
Not when you know you can’t reciprocate your feelings for the man.
“I’m so glad you said yes!” His smile is vibrant and it looks like he can’t contain his excitement, bouncing on his tiptoes.
With a tight-lipped smile, you accept the bouquet of red roses he hands you along with the chocolates. Your eyes glance behind him again towards where Jeongguk is standing. He gives you a thumbs-up and a pursed-lip smile before heading towards the gate.
You open your mouth to say something but Dohyun speaks before any words can escape you, your attention turning back towards him again.
“So I can pick you up on Friday? How does 7 sound?” He asks you, voice sounding thrilled.
The more you hear him speak, the worse you feel. There’s no backing out of this now. Jeongguk left without saying anything which causes you to question how he might’ve felt. Maybe he did like you back. Or maybe he just doesn’t care.
Again, you don’t know.
The overwhelming feeling of all kinds of emotions fills you and you just wish to disappear but instead, you just give Dohyun another fake smile and say, “Sounds good.”
“Great!” He grins. “I’ll see you Friday!” He says before turning on his feet and leaving. You watch him walk towards the gate, no longer containing his excitement when you hear him whisper yes yes yes.
“Jeongguk! Wait up!” You hear Dohyun shout, eagerness, and enthusiasm loud in his tone.
You wince, looking towards the gate in hopes of catching a glimpse of Jeongguk but you fail to see him at all. He didn’t bother to come to the back and say. But you can probably understand why. You let out a sad sigh, holding up the bouquet of flowers in your hand and staring at them.
Just one date. You just have to get through this one date.
+
Friday evening
The feeling of dread swirls in your stomach as you stare into the mirror with your hair and face ready for the date you’re about to go on. You’re not looking forward to it at all. Ever since you woke up this morning, you thought about coming up with some sort of excuse to back out of the date. Maybe lie and say you have the stomach flu or something.
Then again, if you lie, you would just be postponing the date because you have a feeling he would reschedule it for another day. So you thought to yourself that it would be better to get it over with.
Your plan is to go on the date, eat and then tell him that you don’t have any feelings for him. You know that if you lead him on further, it will end with a more painful heartbreak for him.
You’re also bummed because, for the remainder of the week, you did not see Jeongguk at all. Even when you sat down at the pool all day, constantly looking over at the door in hopes of catching sight of him, he didn’t come towards the back.
Instead of Jeongguk coming to the shed to drop off the tools, it would either be some other gardener or sometimes even Dohyun who, of course, would wave at you excitedly and remind you about the time of your date on Friday.
You think he might be disappointed in you and doesn’t want to see you. Or maybe he backed off because he probably thinks you’re giving Dohyun a chance when you’re not.
You just fucked up by saying yes.
After telling Dohyun that you don’t have feelings for him, you’re determined to tell Jeongguk you like him when you see him on Monday. And if he doesn’t like you back?
Well then you’re just going to hide in your room in embarrassment until he finishes working his last few days at your estate
You’re wearing a black long-sleeved dress that has a square-shaped neckline and slightly ruffled sleeves. It reaches below your knees, a slit on the left side, revealing the skin up to your midthigh. You left your hair open in soft curls and your makeup is done minimally.
You’re putting on your dangly earring when you hear your phone vibrate on the vanity. The screen lights up with a text from Dohyun telling you he’s out front waiting for you. You exhale deeply, attempting to calm yourself down, feeling slightly sick in the stomach.
Just two hours. You just have to endure this date for two hours.
Fixing the loose strand of hair in your face, you look into the mirror one last time before grabbing your clutch and walking out of the bedroom and down the spiral steps. You nod your head at one of the maids on your way out, giving her a polite smile.
When you walk outside of your house, you see Dohyun waiting in front of the gate with another bouquet of flowers. He cleaned himself nicely, wearing a white button-up under a black blazer with matching pants. His hair is pushed back and he’s not wearing those glasses again.
With an elated grin, he gives you a bow which you return before grabbing the flowers he holds out and muttering a small ‘thanks’ in response.
He nods, seeming proud of himself before he holds out his hand which you hesitantly take. He walks you to his car, a red Toyota Corolla, opening the door for you politely.
Your mind can’t help but wonder when you went out with Jeongguk that night at the bar and he told you that chivalry was dead so he wouldn’t open the door for you. You can’t help but smile at the memory, shaking your head.
Once you’re sitting down in the car, bouquet in your lap along with your clutch, he gently closes the door before jogging towards the driver's side to sit down. His face is beaming when he starts the car again, the sound of a girl group song immediately playing on the Bluetooth loudly, causing you to wince at the volume.
He looks panicked, cheeks and ears red as he quickly turns down the volume dial on the knob and mumbles a shy ‘sorry. You give him a reassuring smile before looking out of the window.
The car begins moving, an awkward silence immediately filling the air since neither of you say a single word. Dohyun is the first to break it, clearing his throat before speaking.
“So how was your day?” He asks, attempting to make conversation.
You shrug, watching outside as he drives out of your neighborhood towards the city. “It was okay. Didn’t really do much.”
Other than hoping and praying for the date to be canceled one way or another.
He nods, tapping his index fingers against the steering wheel as he says, “Cool cool. I didn’t do much either.” You nod, listening. “Well actually, I started this new Korean drama. It’s about this guy who…”
He rambles about the drama, beginning from the first episode and providing you with details on how it all started, and for almost the majority of the car ride, he’s giving you a rundown on how each episode goes down one by one along with his personal opinions. You just nod and add in a few words to make yourself sound interested when really, all you wanted to do was open the car door and roll down the street.
Unable to help yourself, your mind drifts to the time you were with Jeongguk and how you two talked about the most random things. He would tell you crazy stories about the things he’s done with his friends, always having something ridiculous to say which would make you laugh a crazy amount.
Again, Jeongguk is blunt and careless about what he says and who he says it to. He never held back from telling you things that might sound absurd to others.
For this one time when he and his six other friends had a competition on who can eat the most gamja hot dogs at a carnival before they all went on one of those spinning rides and ended up vomiting while the ride was still going. The whole ride had to immediately shut down and people who were waiting in line were not happy and covered in their puke.
To make the night even worse, his friend Jin almost fought a little kid over the last alpaca plushie at one of the games and it resulted in them being kicked out of the carnival.
The whole time he had told you that story, he had a smile on his face at the memories and you remember being enraptured by how beautiful he looked with his bunny teeth on display, the small mole beneath his rose-colored lips visible; the hand gestures he’d make to animate the story.
You don’t realize you’re smiling again until Dohyun calls for your name, causing you to flinch in surprise.
“Yeah?” You ask, smile dropping and you look at him questioningly.
“I was um asking what you thought about it?” He wonders, glancing at you before looking back at the road.
Fuck, what did he ask about?
“I’m sorry,” You shake your head. “Can you repeat the question?” You look at him apologetically, mentally cursing at yourself for being distracted by Jeongguk again.
Dohyun clears his throat, “I was asking what your thoughts were on the show so far.”
Oh right, the show. The one you didn’t listen to a single thing about. God, you don’t know what to say.
Think, Y/N, think.
“It sounds…” You’re looking for the right word. “Like there’s a lot going on.” You slightly wince at that, hoping he doesn’t notice.
Dohyun looks a bit confused, pursing his lips in thought before saying, “Really? I don’t know. I honestly think it’s quite boring. There’s no good drama going on with the characters.” He says and you nod.
“Honestly you’re right,” You quickly add. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” You let out a fake chuckle. “It needs to be more dramatic.”
You have no fucking clue what you’re saying.
Seeming to be satisfied with the answer, he nods with a smile before moving on to a different topic.
For the rest of the car ride, you try really hard to give him your full attention when he talks, chipping in on things when appropriate up until you guys reach the restaurant. You let out a slightly annoyed sigh under your breath when the restaurant comes into view.
Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul.
The French restaurant your mother absolutely loves meanwhile you hate. The food is not bad but it’s not to your taste. You’re also not a fan of the environment, surrounded by all the posh and stuck-up rich people.
The restaurant has valet parking as well so when you guys pull up to the front, Dohyun quickly opens the door and runs to your side so he can open your own door for you, holding his hand out for you to take.
You try not to think about how Jeongguk would probably tell you to open the door yourself because he wouldn’t do it for you.
He hands his keys over to the valet before you both head inside, his hand holding yours. You try not to squirm when he tries to intertwine your fingers, letting out a breath to try and relax.
He opens the door for you, allowing you to go in first and you give him a thank you before walking inside first, internally grateful that your hands are no longer clasped together.
The aromatic smell of the food immediately hits your nose. The sound of chatter fills your ears along with the utensils hitting against the plates. The sight you see with your eyes is one you are used to. Wealthy people dressed to the nines in their extravagant dresses and suits, sipping on expensive wine.
“Good evening,” The hostess at the front greets with a practiced smile. “Reservation?”
Dohyun nods excitedly, “Dohyun at 7:30.” He tells her and she nods, looking at the screen before grabbing two menus from beside her and nudging her head towards the tables.
“Follow me please,” She says, Dohyun letting you go first before he follows behind you. You walk past other people, avoiding making eye contact with anyone you know.
This restaurant is where all of the affluent people go, friends of your family that your parents are close to. You wouldn’t be surprised if you saw any of them here though you’d much rather not which is why you just stare at the hostess’ back as she guides you both towards your table.
Dohyun pulls the chair back for you as soon as you reach the table before he sits himself down. The hostess places the menus down on the table before saying, “Your waiter should be here shortly.” And with that, she leaves.
“I’ve never been here before so I’m excited,” Dohyun says, flipping through the menu with stars in his eyes.
You shrug, pretending to look through the menu though not really because you already know what you’re going to choose. “I’ve been a few times,” You inform him.
“Oh,” He looks at you. “Do you like it?” He looks nervous when he waits for your response.
You give him a pursed-lip smile and say, “Yeah,” You lie. “I like it.”
He grins, seeming satisfied with the answer before looking at the menu again. You look down at your own menu again in order to distract yourself, waiting for him to decide what he wants to eat.
“Good evening, my name is Jeongguk and I’ll be your waiter this evening.” As soon as you hear that husky yet gentle voice, your head snaps up to the person and the menu drops onto the table out of surprise.
And there he is, standing in front of you wearing black slacks that accentuate his strong thighs while he wears a white button-up that hugs his chest. The sleeves are pulled up a bit, his inked arms slightly peaking out. His dark hair is pushed back to reveal his eyebrow piercing and strong brows, a single loose strand slightly falling forward on his forehead.
His large doe brown eyes meet yours, shock evident on his face as he stares right back at you.
“Holy shoot Jeongguk!” Dohyun sounds just as surprised as you look before a large smile overtakes his face.
+
Jeongguk had no fucking idea that this was the fancy wine and dine restaurant Dohyun was going to take you to for the date.
The whole week Dohyun wouldn’t shut up about it and he didn’t bother asking the younger man which restaurant it was. He wasn’t interested in knowing because quite frankly, he tried not to care.
To say that he was disappointed when you said yes to Dohyun would be an understatement. He knew you were too nice and didn’t want to hurt the guy but he really thought you’d muster up the courage to turn him down.
Instead, he watched you say yes and take the flowers and chocolates from Dohyun with that pretty smile on your face.
Now Jeongguk usually isn’t the type to get jealous. But that’s usually because there’s no one he’s really been interested in. Sure, he’s had a few girlfriends here and there but the relationships don’t last long enough because the girl either ends up batshit crazy or he just couldn’t return the same feelings.
But seeing Dohyun all excited and happy about taking you out on a date would just piss him off. He wanted to be the one to take you out. He thinks his plan would’ve been more solid and fun. Taking you out to the arcade before eating at his favorite fried chicken spot with beer.
Jeongguk can’t deny that he holds these strong feelings of infatuation towards you. You interest him because you’re different. Sure, it might sound like those typical cliche things but he’s speaking the truth. You’re intelligent, funny, and so fucking kind to others. Let’s not also forget how immensely beautiful you are.
Yeah, he’s got a gigantic crush on you.
Too bad he’s standing in front of you as your waiter and not as the date sitting across from you. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of you right now. Taking in your wide eyes and slightly ajar mouth, he tries not to act just as surprised by keeping a blank stare.
“Oh wow, didn’t expect to see you guys here,” Jeongguk says, voice flat and void of any emotion.
Before you can say anything, Dohyun says, “Jeongguk, I didn't know you worked here!” Jeongguk tries not to wince at Dohyun’s loud enthusiastic voice.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk clears his throat, giving his full attention to Dohyun so he doesn’t stare at you. “Usually the evening shifts now since you know…I work at the other place.” He informs him.
Dohyun nods, “Cool cool.” He looks across at you. “Isn’t it funny how Jeongguk is our waiter, Y/N?”
Jeongguk looks at you who’s just looking at Dohyun before glancing at him, “Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.” Your voice is shy of speaking and he thinks it's because of him. He holds eye contact with you, taking in the small pout on your glossy lips. There’s a certain emotion in your eye, almost looking apologetic but Jeongguk tries to brush it off.
“Anyways, what would you guys like to start off with? Something to drink maybe?” Jeongguk asks, pulling out a pen and his notepad.
Don’t fucking look at Y/N, Jeongguk.
Dohyun looks at you first with a questioning gaze, “Y/N?”
You clear your throat as you shut the menu, “I’ll just have water.” Jeongguk nods before looking at Dohyun.
“I’ll also have water,” The younger man smiles at Y/N.
Why the fuck is this guy always smiling? Jeongguk wonders.
And why the fuck are they both just ordering water? If Jeongguk were you, he’d be ordering the overpriced wines for the hell of it. Maybe just maybe…he can make this date a bit more entertaining for himself.
Jeongguk stands straighter and then looks at Dohyun, “Are you sure you guys don’t want to try the red wine? It’s Pinot Noir. A classic.”
Dohyun’s eyes widen for a second before they glance at you and then back to Jeongguk. Jeongguk looks at Dohyun and secretly winks, almost as a way of communicating to the younger man that this is going to impress you.
Jeongguk knows it won’t but he’s bored and sad. Sue him.
Dohyun nods rapidly and says, “We’ll have some of that as well.”
Before Jeongguk can say anything, you cut in by saying, “Are you sure about that? It’s quite expensive, Dohyun.” You’re looking at him in concern, pointing a manicured nail at the price of the wine on the menu.
Dohyun just shakes his head and tries to wave it off, “Don’t worry, Y/N. I can afford it. Order whatever you want.”
You purse your lips, not saying anything else. Your eyes shift to Jeongguk slightly squinting at him almost in suspicion but he just shrugs, turning around to walk away.
Is Jeongguk going to look like an asshole for trying to sabotage this date? Probably. Does he care? Not really. He’s trying to save your ass before Dohyun confesses to you. He needs to make sure that doesn’t happen otherwise you’re going to end up lying and telling the man that you like him back when Jeongguk knows damn well you don’t.
Though Jeongguk only really hung out with you once, he knows enough to say that you will feel extremely guilty for hurting someone else’s feelings. You’ve proven that just by going on this date with Dohyun regardless of the fact that you don’t hold any feelings for the guy. You just didn’t want to turn him down because you knew he’d be heartbroken.
Jeongguk is not going to let you accept Dohyun’s confession. Not when Jeongguk likes you and you like him. At least he thinks you like him because if that kiss on the corner of his mouth didn’t mean anything he doesn’t know what the fuck that meant.
Surely you weren’t leading him on. Or maybe that’s how you say goodbye to your friends?
Wait, but then again you don’t have friends.
This shit is going to give Jeongguk a headache. By the end of this date, if it doesn’t turn into a complete disaster, Jeongguk is going to stop being a pussy and say something. He doesn’t exactly know what yet. But something.
Pouring the wine into the fancy glasses, he puts them on a tray and brings them back out to the table. The first thing he sees when he heads towards your table is your smiling face looking directly at Dohyun.
Hell no.
“Here’s your water,” Jeongguk places down each glass one by one. “And your wine,” He carefully puts down yours, making direct eye contact with you as he does. He notices you gulp and he tries to hold back a smile. When he’s setting Dohyun’s glass on the table, his finger accidentally knocks over the glass, causing it to tip over onto the table and a little bit on Dohyun’s slacks.
Okay, that one wasn’t planned, Jeongguk swears.
Dohyun gasps out of surprise, standing up with his pants slightly soaked in the wine. Meanwhile, you’re just staring with your hand covering your mouth, eyes wide. Jeongguk quickly acts shocked as well.
“I am so sorry,” He picks up the white cloth napkin and attempts to dab it on Dohyun’s pants at the front. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know how that fell over.” He pretends to wince, facial expression feigning guilt.
Some of the people at the surrounding tables are watching, talking amongst themselves as they stare at what just happened. It’s like they’re expecting Dohyun to lash out at Jeongguk or something but instead, he says, “Hey it’s okay. It was an accident.” He grabs the cloth from the Jeongguk, patting the pants himself.
This guy is so damn nice, Jeongguk hates it. Why is he so damn nice?
“You sure you don’t want to go clean up?” Jeongguk hears you ask, watching the whole scene in concern.
“No no,” Dohyun shakes his head and waves off. “It’s alright. At least I’m wearing black pants so it’s not that noticeable.” He laughs and you just nod in response.
“I’ll get you another glass,” Jeongguk speaks, turning around to get him another glass. Once he returns with a new one, he carefully places it on the table.
“Alright, so did you guys decide what you want to eat?” Jeongguk clasps his hands together, looking between the two, gaze lingering on you.
Look away, Jeongguk. Look. Away.
“Hm, I’m having a hard time deciding actually,” Dohyun pouts, brows furrowed as he studies the menu. “Do you have any recommendations?”
Boy, Jeongguk sure does.
Clearing his throat, he slightly cranes his neck to look over at the menu and points at one item in particular, “I recommend this filet mignon. Everyone loves it.” And it’s fucking expensive as fuck.
Jeongguk hears you add to the conversation, “It’s almost 150,000 won…” You’re staring at him in ridicule, mouth parted and eyes wide.
If there’s anything Jeongguk has learned about you, it’s that you’re not dumb. In fact, you are very fucking intelligent and he’s pretty sure you can see right through his actions. But for some reason, that doesn’t stop Jeongguk. Maybe he wants to have a bit of fun with this. In his defense, he’s trying to help you.
“Don’t worry about the price, Y/N. I can afford it,” Dohyun acts nonchalantly, looking up at Jeongguk and confidently saying, “I’ll have that.” He then looks at you. “Y/N?”
You let out a defeated sigh, closing the menu, “I’ll just have the risotto carnaroli de coquillages.” The way you say it so eloquently in French almost makes Jeongguk's dick hard. God, it sounded so hot.
How much more attractive and interesting can you get?
And also, where the fuck did you learn to speak perfect French?
It seems as though Jeongguk isn’t the only one affected by your French speaking because when he looks at Dohyun, the younger man is just staring at you with parted lips and stars in his eyes as if you’re the greatest thing he’s ever seen.
You’re so damn nice that you ended up choosing the cheapest entree on the menu. You were just way too damn considerate. There goes that rich girl persona he was trying to paint to Dohyun.
Trying not to physically drool, Jeongguk looks away and nods, “Got it.” He walks always so fast, almost bumping into another waiter on his way.
+
You have a feeling that Jeongguk is trying to fuck up the date you’re on with Dohyun. You can see right through him. Having the poor guy choose expensive menu items so he can impress you when Jeongguk knows damn well you’re not about it.
At least this can kind of confirm that he was affected by the whole date thing. That answers some questions but not all.
Also, can you just say that Jeongguk looks fine as fuck in his uniform?
If you had known that he works here as a waiter, you would’ve definitely joined your mother for the sake of seeing him. The sight of him wearing that tight-fitted button-up with those slacks hugging his ass almost had you drooling.
You tried so hard not to just dead-on stare at him the whole time while he was standing right in front of you. You just couldn’t help yourself at times, eyes trailing down from his perfectly structured face to his chest and down to his tattooed covered hands and forearms that were peaking out from beneath his shirt sleeve.
Your mind was steering away to some…unholy thoughts. Especially because of those damn thighs.
Why did he have to be so damn hot?
Okay, you’re getting a little too carried away right now. You need to focus. Focus on Dohyun. The man you came on a date with. You have to try and at least make some sort of conversation with him. He’s always asking you for your opinion and thoughts on what he’s saying but you end up stuttering your way through the conversation since you have no idea what he’s asking you about when you’re not listening.
Jeongguk being here as your damn waiter does not help the situation at all. Although you think he’s trying to help you in a somewhat cruel way you need to get him to stop. You’re beginning to feel guilty as fuck when you see the man do something that is the total opposite of impressing you.
“Um Y/N?” You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Dohyun calling your name.
“Yes? Sorry,” You apologize, feeling bad for being distracted again.
Dohyun shakes his head, a small smile on his face, “No worries. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
Your heart races at that and you gulp, beginning to feel a little worried at what exactly he wants to say. No no, you didn’t think it be this soon. You need to tell him before he tells you. You can’t let him tell you first.
Before you can say anything more, he continues, “I don’t know if you remember that before you left for college I was going to–”
“More wine anyone?” Jeongguk cuts in, holding up the bottle and acting oblivious to what he just interrupted. Your shoulders relax in relief and you nod rapidly.
You really need a fucking drink to get through this.
“Yes please,” You hold up your glass and he pours it in for you.
“There you go,” His fingers brush against yours which ensures the glass is in your hand’s grip when you pull it back and you try not to shiver at the tinging feeling and his eyes directly looking into yours.
“Dohyun?” Jeongguk looks at him with a questioning gaze, holding out the bottle but the other just shakes his head in response.
“I’m good thanks,” He looks eager for Jeongguk to leave right now, knee bouncing in anxiousness.
“Okay well your food should be here shortly,” Jeongguk says before turning to leave. He looks a bit hesitant to leave, glancing over his shoulder to look at you and you just send him a fake small smile, looking down into your lap.
What the fuck do you do?
“As I was saying Y/N, before you left for college I was going to tell you something,” Dohyun’s voice sounds a little shaky when he speaks. “But you had to leave and I never got the chance but for so long I–”
“Bathroom!” You blurt out, eyes going wide.
Dohyun looks confused, “Huh?”
You let out a nervous laugh, “Um I just really need to use the bathroom,” You stand up, grabbing your purse. “Can you give me a few minutes? I really gotta pee.” No, you don’t. You need to go freak the fuck out and possibly climb out of the window.
“Oh okay,” He nods understandably before flashing you a sweet smile. “I’ll wait.”
You give him a fake smile in response, pushing into your chair before walking towards the bathroom. You maneuver your way around a few waiters, avoiding eye contact and rushing inside. Luckily no one else is in the bathroom so you just stand in front of the sink, taking a few deep breaths as you stare into the mirror.
You don’t know how to turn him down. He’s getting so close to telling you about his feelings. You didn’t have the heart to turn him down for the date. What if you can’t reject his feelings for you either?
If that ends up happening, you’d be absolutely fucked.
You don’t even fucking see a window in here otherwise you’d escape right there.
“You okay?” You hear a familiar voice ask, causing you to flinch in surprise, hand resting on your chest.
“Holy shit,” You exhale. “You scared me.” You look at Jeongguk, wondering how the hell you didn’t hear him enter the bathroom.
The women’s bathroom might you add.
“Yeah yeah,” You try to wave off. “I’m fine. What are you doing in here?” You quickly ask, looking away and pretending to look into the mirror and fix your hair.
“I saw you come in and you didn’t look too good,” He shrugs, hands in his pocket as he leans against the wall. “Just thought I’d check up on you.”
Your heart swells a little at his concern. You’re in awe at the fact that he cared enough to come to see how you’re doing because he thought something was wrong. God, he’s making you like him more and more.
“I’m,” You clear your throat, “I’m good.” You’re not. “I think.” You add before letting out a shaky breath. “It’s not every day that someone is about to confess about being in love with you for years.” You let out a humorless chuckle.
“Well you’re right about that,” Jeongguk says and you look at him with a raised eyebrow. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Sorry, not helping.”
“Not at all,” You respond, turning around so you can lean your back against the counter of the sink. “Aren’t you going to be in trouble for being here?”
Jeongguk shrugs, “Not my first time being in the women’s bathroom during a shift,” He smirks and your chest slightly tinges in jealousy at what he’s implying but then he adds, “I once had to help an old lady clean a stain off of her dress.” You relax at that, causing Jeongguk to smirk.
“What did you think I meant?” He teases and you roll your eyes in response.
“Was it a wine stain cus’ you sure seem to be quite clumsy for a waiter,” You ask with heavy sarcasm, watching how he pushes himself off the wall.
“Hey! That was actually an accident,” Jeongguk tries to defend.
“I’m sure it was,” You remark, arms crossed over your chest. You try not to notice how he’s slowly walking toward you.
“It was,” He answers before saying, “Look I’m trying to help you out over here.”
You pout, avoiding eye contact with him by staring down at the pristine tiled floor. “I don’t need help.”
You’re lying. You really fucking need help.
Jeongguk lets out a sigh, “Y/N, why’d you say yes to the date if you knew you didn’t like him?” He asks, pierced brow raised in question.
Unable to meet his eyes, you fiddle with the rings on your fingers and say, “I just felt really bad because he just seemed so excited,” You look up at him, “I just didn’t know how to say no.”
Jeongguk nods and you notice how he’s standing directly in front of you now. You swallow at the sight of how good he looks in his button-up that shows off his small waist and strong chest. The sleeves are snug around his biceps and the black dress pants accentuate his strong thighs.
“Yeah but now look,” His hand gestures towards the door to refer to Dohyun. “You said yes to the guy, making him think he has a chance or that you might like him or something.” The guilt weighs down on your chest and you stare down at the floor in shame.
Jeongguk is right. You made the mistake of saying yes and it probably made Dohyun hopeful that the feelings he has for you are mutual in return. But that’s not true when the man standing a few inches in front of you is the only one you want.
Seeing the uniform hug his body in a way that shows off his toned muscles almost has you drooling and you try not to shiver at how his dark eyes give you a once-over. You know you look good with the way your black dress is hugging your body, the slit reaching your midthigh, showing off your smooth skin. His eyes seem to linger on that area in particular and you try not to smile.
“I just couldn’t say no,” You whine, pouting at the floor with your arms crossing over your chest.
Jeongguk dips his head a bit, bringing it closer to yours with just a few inches of space in between, and asks, “And why couldn’t you say no?”
Your eyes can’t help but wander to his rose petal-colored lips that look so soft at the moment. You’re curious to know how the piercing would feel if you were to just kiss him on the mouth. There’s also that cute little mole he has beneath his bottom lip. Swallowing, you look up to find his doe-brown eyes staring at your own lips as well.
Clearing your throat, you answer, “Because he brought me flowers a-and…” You shyly look away from his intense gaze, cheeks flushing as you look behind him. “And he got those expensive chocolates. I just didn’t know how to say no.”
“What about me?” Jeongguk inquires, causing you to snap your head to look at him in surprise.
“What about you?” You raise an eyebrow in question.
Your heart starts to race when you notice his right hand come up to your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lightly brush against your exposed neck, causing you to slightly shiver at his touch.
If he can just wrap those hands around your throat you don’t think you’d mind at all.
“What if I brought you flowers and overpriced chocolates and asked you out to dinner?” He asks, eyes watching how you grab his right hand, fingers tracing over the tattoos on his knuckles.
“I would’ve said yes even if you didn’t bring me flowers or overpriced chocolates,” You tell him truthfully, enjoying the satisfied look on his face.
“Well,” He looks down at your joined hands before intertwining his fingers with yours. “Good to know I don’t have any competition.” You snort at that, suddenly feeling brave and pull him closer to you.
You know you shouldn’t be doing this right now. Not when you’re literally on a date with someone who’s been crushing on you since you were kids but you’re in the bathroom with your waiter slash gardener slash friend? Acquaintance? Whatever he is, what you know for sure is that you want to kiss him right in the mouth because he looks too good not to.
So you do.
Forgetting about everything else going on, you make the move you’ve been desperately wanting to make since you saw the man standing in front of you.
You grab the collar of his shirt and tug him down so you can press your lips against his in a lustful kiss. A small noise of surprise leaves his lips but he quickly reacts by putting his hands on your waist and returning the affection.
The feeling of his lips against yours was nothing like you’d ever felt before. They felt almost silk-like and pillowy as they moved against yours in the heated kiss. Sparks ignite, in your chest, buzzing throughout your entire body as his large hands slid up and down your back before moving down toward your hip. He squeezes it softly, causing you to inhale sharply.
His lips move against yours in a soft but sensual manner that has your knees slightly quivering and your heart pounding. You feel breathless when you pull apart for a few seconds with his forehead resting against yours. His right-hand cups your face, thumb playing with your bottom lip.
Jeongguk smirks, “You look good with your lipstick smeared.” You roll your eyes playfully but you can feel the heat in your cheeks at his comment.
“Shut up,” You pull him until your lower back hits the counter behind you, his hands caging your body against it which causes a rush of excitement to run up your spine. You can’t help but give him a once over, noticing how pink his lips look now, hair slightly unruly from your hands. Jeongguk watches as you bring your hands to his chest, fiddling with the collar before letting them trail down his chest to feel his pecs.
The muscles feel hard and firm beneath your hand as you trail them down toward his abdomen. When your hands dip a little too low, he quickly snatches your hand and holds it up against his chest, tugging you close by the waist with the other arm.
“Nuh-uh,” Jeongguk clicks his tongue, “As much as I’m into the idea of fucking you in a public area, you are not about to start this in the fucking bathroom at my job.” Your cheeks flush immediately and you try to shove him away but he hardly moves.
God, you just wanted to devour him right here. You couldn’t handle the sight in front of you right now. You know this is just his work uniform but you never would’ve thought that he can look this good. You just wanted to get on your knees and…
“Y/N.” You immediately snap out of your horny thoughts, eyes wide and face warm. Jeongguk has a stupid smirk on his face as if he knows what you’re thinking about right now.
Despite wanting to tackle him to the ground and have him take you right here, you remember you have a whole date waiting for you outside at the table most likely wondering where you are.
“What?” You clear your throat, pushing those lustful thoughts aside.
Jeongguk holds a teasing smile on his face, “Are you dreaming about my dick?”
“What-no!” You deny, pushing him off and turning towards the mirror to fix your hair. You notice how your lipstick is smeared, courtesy of Jeongguk. You take a tissue and clean it before opening your clutch to pull out the liquid lipstick so you can reapply it.
You can feel Jeongguk’s eyes on you the whole time as you’re bent over the counter, looking closely in the mirror. You try not to make eye contact, gliding the applicator across your bottom lip.
Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his hand slide on your hip but you pretend to like it doesn’t affect you even though your heart rate starts to increase and a feeling of thrill runs up your spine.
“You were totally dreaming about my dick,” You glare at him through the mirror, elbowing him in the abdomen which causes him to slightly groan.
“Why would I be thinking about your dick when I’m on a date with someone else right now?” You ask.
Jeongguk snickers, “You weren’t saying that when you had your tongue down my throat a few minutes ago.”
Your jaw drops and you turn around, pushing at his shoulder, “I did not have my tongue down your throat.”
He has that smug smile on his annoyingly handsome face that had you contemplating whether you wanted to smack him or kiss him again.
“It’s okay, you’re too shy to admit it right now. You’ll get comfortable eventually,” He shrugs, avoiding the little punch you were about to deliver to his chest. He grabs your hand instead and pulls you towards him once again with his tattooed arm around your waist while the other cups your cheek.
“You’re annoying,” You mumble, playing with the top button on his shirt. You notice ink peeking out from where the shirt is unbuttoned which you somehow haven’t noticed before.
Can this man get any more attractive?
“I’d say charming,” Jeongguk responds before asking, “We’ve been here for quite some time now.”
“You’re the one who followed me,” You retorted.
“I had to make sure you were okay,” Jeongguk defends, thumb stroking your cheek. “What are you going to do now?”
You let out a dreaded sigh, letting your hands rest against his chest as you say, “I’m going to have to tell him I’m not interested.” You shake your head. “I shouldn’t have said yes in the first place. It was a mistake from that day but he just had this hopeful smile on his face. I didn’t have it in me to deny him.”
Jeongguk looks at you with a nonjudgmental gaze, nodding his head. “You can’t let this drag out any longer.”
“I know,” You agree, thinking about how crushed Dohyun is going to look once you tell him the truth.
“He’s going to be heartbroken,” Jeongguk adds.
You pout, “I know.”
“But I’m going to be one happy man.”
“I know–wait what?” You almost missed what he said and he just chuckles in response. “Why would you be happy?”
“Cuz then I can ask you out on a date,” Jeongguk says with full confidence, wrapping both arms around your waist and swaying you side to side.
“And you’re so sure I’d say yes?” You ask, eyebrows raised in question.
He narrows his eyes at you playfully and says, “With the way you were about to get on your knees I’d like to think–”
You slap his chest, “God, you’re so annoying! See if I ever give you head now.”
“I’m kidding,” Jeongguk pouts. “You can’t take away that privilege already. You haven’t even done it yet.”
Rolling your eyes at his response, your hand plays with the piercing in his right eyebrow. His hands rest on your lower back casually as if you guys have done this a million times. Jeongguk is definitely a touchy person but not in a way that’s made you uncomfortable of course. You’ve enjoyed the feeling of his hands on your body and you wonder what it would feel like on your bare skin.
You’d definitely like to find that out.
To say that you’re surprised he’s even talking to you would be an understatement. Especially after the day he saw you accepting Dohyun’s little gifts and proposal to dinner. He had left so abruptly much to your disappointment. And even after that, you didn’t even catch wind of him when working around the garden.
You really thought you lost your opportunity with him but his actions and words say otherwise.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Jeongguk’s statement breaks you out of your thoughts.
“What question?”
He raises an eyebrow, “If you’d like to go on a date with me.” He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, staring at them as if he wants to just devour them again but he’s restraining himself.
You didn’t even realize he asked you that question.
With a snort, you say, “Are you seriously going to ask me this in the bathroom while my actual date is waiting for me outside?”
Jeongguk rolls his eyes at you, “I’m sorry would you like me to shower you with flowers and expensive as fuck chocolates? I can also ask Bill, who is playing the violin in the dining room right now, to play you a song while I ask you out.”
This time you roll your eyes at his response, “No need for flowers and expensive as fuck chocolates,” you emphasize his words. “And his name is Bill? He doesn’t even look like a Bill.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling my coworkers. He looks more like a Marvin to me.” Jeongguk says and you nod your head in agreement after a quick thought.
“Tell you what, give me your number first and then I’ll give you a response,” You don’t know where this confidence suddenly came from
“You know you could’ve just asked me for my number if you wanted it so bad,” He laughs and you ignore him, handing him your phone.
“Hush, I need to leave now so hurry up,” You watch as he types in his number, an amused smile pulling at his lips which causes you to narrow your eyes at him.
He hands you back your phone, an innocent smile on his face while you’re looking at him suspiciously. When you glance down at your phone, you understand why he has that look on his face.
The contact name for his number is My super hot gardener <3 <3
Can he get any more annoying?
“Are you kidding me?” You ask him but don’t change the name anyways.
“Not at all, love.” He pulls you forward once more, cupping your face with both hands this time, causing you to look up at him. “Listen, don’t worry about how Dohyun is going to feel, and don’t beat yourself up about it either.” You nod sadly. “You can’t keep leading him on like this. Neither of you deserve that. So just be honest about your feelings towards him.” Jeongguk tilts your head up to look at him. “You have to put yourself first okay?”
You nod understandingly, hands going behind his neck to pull him down for another sweet kiss because you just couldn’t fucking help yourself. The feeling of his lips on yours was just so damn addicting. The way he was gazing at you with those soft doe eyes and the comforting words he provided had your stomach fluttering with butterflies.
Your lips move in sync, arms tightening around one another as if you didn’t want to let each other go. His tongue prods at your lips, asking for entrance which you grant. His tongue slides into your mouth, hands digging into your hips as he fights for dominance with your own tongue. The kiss becomes more and more heated, your hands tangling in his wavy hair once again while you’re pretty sure your lipstick is smeared over both your lips as well as his own.
The sound of your phone vibrating has you pulling back from his lips with a loud POP. Your chest is heaving, slightly out of breath from the intense kiss. Jeongguk runs his thumb across his lip to clean the faint lipstick while you’re opening your purse to see a message from Dohyun.
Dohyun: Hey Y/N, are you okay?”
Great, he must think you’re fighting for your life in the bathroom or something. It’s probably been well over 20 minutes so you can’t blame him.
“I really have to go now.” You tell Jeongguk and he nods understandingly.
“It’s fine,” He grabs a tissue and brings it up to clean beneath your lower lip. “Your lipstick smeared again.” You smile at the gesture in a thankful manner, letting him clean it for you.
He’s going to kill you.
“Remember what I said okay?” He tells you and you nod in response, your throat feeling tight already at the conversation you’ve been dreading the whole night. “And I’ll be nearby in case you need help.” You nod once again, feeling reassured by his words.
“Okay, thanks.” You give him a sweet smile, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek which catches him off guard.
“Yeah…” He clears his throat, “No problem.”
With a small smile, you turn around and walk out the bathroom door not without looking over your shoulder at Jeongguk one last time.
Here goes nothing.
+
“Hey, sorry I took so long,” You apologize to Dohyun, straightening out your dress before sitting back down on the chair.
Dohyun just gives you a sweet, understanding smile in return and says, “It’s okay. Jeongguk hasn’t even come by with the food yet.”
You cough, taking a sip of your water to hide the flush of your cheeks. If only he knew Jeongguk was too busy with his tongue down your throat in the bathroom. The thought of what just went down in the bathroom had your stomach swirling in excitement. You hope the small smile on your face was not too obvious.
“Is everything okay?” Dohyun’s voice is filled with concern.
You’re snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of his question, looking up at him with wide eyes. You need to focus on the fact that you’re on a date with Dohyun right now and that you only have to endure this for a little bit longer before the food comes.
Then you actually have to let Dohyun down politely. Honestly, you don’t even know why you don’t just get it over with right now.
Jeongguk’s words echo in your head, telling you that it’s okay to think about yourself and turn Dohyun down. There’s no reason for you to be stretching this time out even longer. It’ll save him the heartbreak. It’s not like he was wrong. The further you lead Dohyun on, the more hurt he’ll be in the end when he finds out you do not reciprocate mutual feelings.
You also can’t forget the soft look in Jeongguk’s eyes. It was a look that you’d never seen on his face before and one that you didn’t think he was capable of showing considering his intimidating aura. But if there’s one thing you learned, it’s that Jeongguk is far from intimidating underneath all those piercings, ink, and black clothes.
God, you just wanted this date to be over so you can tell Jeongguk to fuck off his shift for the night and go somewhere so the two of you can spend some time together.
“Uh yeah, I’m okay,” You take a sip of your wine this time. “I’m fine. It’s just a little hot in here.” You’re praying he buys that excuse for your flushed face. You exaggerate it by fanning yourself with the menu listed with the different alcoholic beverages.
“Oh no,” Dohyun looks worried. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” He asks seriously.
“No no,” You wave off. “I’ll be okay. Thank you though.” You reassure him with a small smile. You are not about to drag this night out any longer.
Dohyun nods though he looks a bit unconvinced. You fiddle with your fingers, unsure of what else to say. The silence between the two of you is awkward. You’re staring down into your lap while Dohyun opens and closes his mouth as if he wants to say something but holds himself back.
“So Y/N,” You look up at Dohyun. “You probably already have an idea why I asked you out to dinner.” You try not to make it obvious when your eyes become a little wider, your heart dropping in your chest. “I mean..” He chuckles a bit, scratching the back of his neck. “We’ve known each other for so long. I remember watching you as a kid, thinking you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” You try to smile but you think it looks more like a grimace.
“I remember when one of the kids your mom would set you up with for playdates was being so mean to me but you just…came to the rescue and told them to leave me alone.” The memory was quite vivid to you only because ever since that day, you noticed how Dohyun would start bringing you small gifts like a flower from the garden or pieces of candy. “That’s when I knew I started to develop feelings for you.”
And there it is. The expression on his face is filled with admiration and love as he stares at you intently, pouring his heart out to you and confessing his feelings. Something you’ve always feared because you knew that by the end of this, he was going to leave with a broken heart. You let yourself get way too far and led him to this point. Now it’s your job to end it.
“I just really want to tell you that I’ve always loved–”
Dohyun gets interrupted when Jeongguk arrives with a tray carrying your entrees. “Alright you guys, the food is here.” Dohyun’s face drops, falling silent at the interruption while you’re filled with relief, exhaling out a breath. You look up at Jeongguk only to catch him already looking at you, giving you a small wink that Dohyun isn’t able to see.
“Filet mignon for you,” Jeongguk sets down the plate in front of Dohyun who thanks him in response with a polite smile. “And risotto for the pretty lady,” Jeongguk emphasizes pretty and you bite your lip to hide the smile that threatens to form on your face.
“Thank you, Jeongguk,” Your foot brushes against his ankle purposely when you uncross your legs and he just looks at you with a certain glint in his eyes, a pierced eyebrow raised at the gesture.
“No problem,” He clears his throat, breaking eye contact so it doesn’t look so obvious to Dohyun. “Is there anything else you guys need?”
Dohyun looks at you in question and you shake your head as a no in response. He then looks back up at Jeongguk and gives him a grateful smile, “No, we’re good. Thanks, man.”
“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back to check on you guys,” He informed you and it sounded like he was mostly talking to you from the way he looks at you, eyes lingering before leaves. He needs to stop making it so damn obvious.
“So…” Dohyun is about to start talking but you interrupt him.
“Let’s eat, I’m starving,” You immediately pick up the fork and dig into the feed even though you had no appetite to consume food. If anything, you felt nauseous. You’re dreading the conversation that you’re about to have.
“Wow,” Dohyun’s eyes are wide as he chews his food. “This steak is amazing.” He gushes, cutting into the meat with his knife and fork before holding it in your direction. “You need to try this.”
You shake your head, “Oh no, I’m okay. Thank you though.” You politely decline and give him a grateful smile.
“No seriously,” He responds. “You have to try this.” He seems persistent, wiggling his fork towards you with a bite of the tender-looking steak. You gulp, noticing how he’s leaning forward in anticipation with an eager look in his eyes. You’re about to lean forward, lips parted to take a bite but Jeongguk being the savior he is–God, you can just kiss him–comes back.
“You guys look like you’re running low on wine so I brought some more,” Jeongguk chirps, moving Dohyun’s arm back so he can pour into the glass. You bite down on your lower lip to keep yourself from smiling widely, meeting Jeongguk’s eyes with a thankful expression. You opt to stare at his beautiful inked hands pouring into the wine glass as you try not to make it obvious when your hand secretly strokes his thigh. You hold back a laugh when you notice him slightly flinch out of surprise, jaw clenching, and eyes narrowed when he glances at you.
You feign a look of innocence and say, “Thank you for the wine.” You’re grateful that the table is high enough that Dohyun can’t see how Jeongguk takes his left hand while the right is still holding the bottle and squeezes your hand.
Jeongguk clears his throat,
“Thanks, Jeongguk,” Dohyun gives him an appreciative smile, “I was just trying to get Y/N to try the filet mignon.”
“Oh yes,” Jeongguk says, attempting to sound professional and you bite back a laugh, “Many customers rave over the filet mignon. The cows were fed organic grass which is one of the reasons why it’s so delectable.”
Organic grass? What the fuck is he even saying?
You know damn well he’s trying to be funny but the way he said it with a straight face would make one think he’s serious. For example, Dohyun looked utterly fascinated by the thought.
“Wow, are they really?”
Jeongguk snorts but quickly covers it with a cough, “Yeah man. Don’t you know? Those cows are living their best life. Better than you and I,” Jeongguk takes the fork out of Dohyun’s hand and the other boy just stares at him, eyes wide in curiosity. He grabs the piece of steak that was originally meant for you and slides the bite into his mouth before giving Dohyun the fork back. Jeongguk scrunches up his face in delight, almost looking angry as he chews before he lets out a sigh and looks back at Dohyun. “Dare I say the cows are living a better life than Y/N too.”
You cover your face, unable to hold back your giggles while Dohyun just looks confused now. Jeongguk has a small smile on his face as he glances at you, feeling accomplished for making you laugh so cutely.
“I have to ask my uncle about this if it’s true,” Dohyun shakes his head, expression full of surprise as he looks deep in thought. “He owns a farm so maybe he can start doing that too.”
Jeongguk looks like he’s trying not to burst out laughing this time but instead nods, “Yeah let me know what he says, man.”
“Jeongguk, Suho is calling you to the back,” A waiter whispers into his ear, “Like now.”
“Now?” Jeongguk asks and the other waiter nods. He looks back at you and sees you swallow nervously. This means Jeongguk can no longer save you from delaying this any further. It’s either now or never.
You look back at Jeongguk and give him a reassuring nod in a subtle manner to tell him it’s okay if he leaves. He glances over at Dohyun, noticing how the other boy is tapping his foot impatiently beneath the table as if waiting for Jeongguk to leave so he can pick up where he left off.
“Alright,” Jeongguk clears his throat, “Looks like I’m needed in the back. Are you guys good?” He asks, mostly directing the question at you based on the direct eye contact he makes, eyebrow raised.
You give him an appreciative smile, “I’m good. Thank you, Jeongguk.”
“Me too. Thanks, Jeongguk!” Dohyun says a slight eagerness following his tone.
“Okay cool, be right back.” He tells you, sending you a small comforting smile. You let out a deep breath, looking over at Dohyun who’s already staring at you with a nervous expression on his face.
“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you. I’ve been meaning to tell you for so long but…” Dohyun twiddles with his fingers resting on top of the table. “I would just get so nervous and chicken out,” He chuckles at himself with a shake of his head. “I’ve always admired you and your kindness. Your kindness is what drew me to you more than anything. Comforting people when they’re upset and going out of your way to make them feel better.” Your lips turn up into a small smile at his words but your chest aches out of guilt with what you’re about to do. “Basically, what I’m trying to tell you is that…I uh really really like you. I’ve liked you since we were kids. Maybe even love.” Dohyun lets out a quivering laugh, avoiding eye contact. “I was wondering if you’d give me a chance.”
Your throat feels like it’s closing up as you hear his words, processing them clearly. The feeling of your heart pounding against your chest and beating in your ears, your face feeling warm and flushed. You look down at your hands in your lap, playing with the ring on your index finger as you let out a shaky breath through your lips.
“Dohyun…you’ve always been a sweet guy,” You begin, “So selfless and always thinking of others.” You add and he nods, a smile playing on his lips from your compliment. “But I…I’m sorry,” You feel your eyes stinging as you notice the smile vanish from his face, lips pursing in despair. “I don’t see you that way.” You finally say.
His face crumples a bit, shoulders and head dropping as soon as the words leave your lips. He looks down into his lap and you swear you can hear him sniffling a bit. The silence between you two is almost deafening, the sound of other customers and cutlery being the only thing you hear.
“I’m really sorry,” You say again, eyes welling up a bit because of how bad you feel. “I probably shouldn’t have even said yes to you because it seems like I’ve led you on but I just didn’t know how to tell you no.”
Dohyun just nods in response, not moving a single inch from his position and his lack of words is killing you. You notice Jeongguk peeking at you from behind the door, locking eyes with you. He immediately notices the sorrowful look on your face, stepping forward to approach you but you quickly shake your head.
Not yet, you try to tell him. You think this conversation needs to end with closure. You don’t want to leave without making sure he’s okay. You know he’s not okay and he probably won’t be for some time. He’s had feelings for you for so long, he must feel so crushed by your rejection.
When Dohyun finally lifts his head up to look at you, you feel your chest ache at his red-rimmed eyes and quivering lips. “Y-You won’t even give me a chance? Like… not even if I take you on more dates a-and maybe let you get to know me better?” He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, sniffling.
You shake your head, a sad smile on your lips. “I’m sorry…I just,” You look over at Jeongguk who’s talking to another customer while constantly glancing at you in concern. “I like someone else.” You tell him, feeling like absolute shit. You just didn’t know what else you could’ve told him for him to completely let you go. You had to tell him the truth.
His face shows pure anguish, looking completely defeated. “So I-I don’t stand a chance against him?” He asks, voice hoarse.
“I’m sorry,” is the only thing you think you can say in response to that.
He just nods, head hanging low and lets out a quiet. “Okay.”
“Everything good?” Jeongguk decides to cut in, saving you from this painful moment.
Dohyun just looks up and Jeongguk in response and nods solemnly, “Yeah can we get the check please?”
“Uh yeah sure,” Jeongguk responds. “Boxes?”
“No thanks,” Dohyun immediately says, his voice cracking. “Y/N,” He looks at you properly for the first time. “Do you think I can get a r-ride home? I-I just don’t think I can…” He looks like he’s about to have a breakdown so you immediately cut in.
“It’s okay. Don’t even worry about it.” Your voice is soft, feeling like you need to speak to him in a delicate manner because he may break any second. “I’ll call my driver.”
“Okay,” Dohyun nods. “I’m gonna go. I’ll see you on Monday.” He says quickly before getting up swiftly. There’s a fresh set of tears in his eyes and he nods at Jeongguk. Head hanging low with his feet dragging across the floor, he walks towards the door without looking back.
You stare at the door, never feeling this much guilt and regret in your life. Guilt for turning him down but also regret even accepting this date. You think saying yes to the date probably gave him high hopes that you had feelings for him in return. You should’ve come clean at the pool when he asked you out in the first place.
“Oh god,” You cover your face with both hands. “I feel so awful. I feel so fucking awful. I can’t believe he cried.” Your throat feels tight and painful, unable to get the image of your head.
“Hey hey,” Jeongguk looks around before kneeling beside you, hand on your arm, “It’s okay. You had to do it okay?” You nod but don’t move your hands away from your face.
“I know I just can’t forget the look on his face,” You whisper into your hands. “I just feel so bad.”
“I know Y/N. That wasn’t an easy thing to do,” Jeongguk acknowledges, rubbing his hand up and down your back in a comforting manner.
Not only do you feel like a total asshole right now, you’re a little embarrassed at the fact that Jeongguk is seeing you on the verge of bursting into tears but you cannot help yourself.
“Hey listen,” His voice is gentle and you feel him move closer to you, his chest pressing against your knee. “A lot of these people are looking at us and I don’t know if they know who you are but I don’t want it spreading around that you were crying in this boujee ass restaurant in the headlines tomorrow.” You chuckle a little taking the napkin he’s holding out for you, patting it beneath your eyes.
“Thank you,” You say quietly, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Of course,” He clears his throat. “I’m about to finish my shift soon. Um if you want, I can give you a ride home?” He offers before quickly adding. “Only if you want to. I won’t be offended if you just want your driver to pick you up.”
You finally look at him for the first time, taking slightly widened doe eyes, face looking soft. He’s tugging at the piercing on his lower lip, a nervous habit you’ve noticed from the time you’ve spent with him.
“I would really appreciate that,” You inform him with a grateful smile.
His shoulders visibly relax at your answer, a sigh escaping his lips.
“Thank God you said that,” He pretends to wipe the sweat off his forehead, “I don’t think I was ready to handle the rejection.” He tells you and you feel like there’s some underlying truth to that.
“The dude I’m crushing on is offering me a ride, who am I to say no?” You say bravely and he freezes, eyes wide and full of surprise with how you say that without a single stutter.
“D-Dude you’re crushing on me?” He repeats, bringing his hand up to point his index finger at him. “Am I the dude you’re crushing on?” He asks in disbelief.
You give him an ‘Are you joking’ look, pushing at his shoulder. “Who else is offering me a ride home here?” You ask him.
“I’m sure tons of people would. You’re beautiful.” He says easily and you flush, not expecting that response at all.
“Oh,” You look down at your lap with a smile on your lips. Feeling so flustered by his compliment, you change the subject. “Is it wrong to do all this after I just broke someone’s heart?” You ask him.
Jeongguk shakes his head, “No, you did what you had to do, Y/N.” You nod, a slightly guilty expression appearing on your face once again. “Here,” He pulls out what looks like car keys from his back pocket. “Do you want to wait in my car while I finish up here?”
You nod, grabbing the keys from him with a smile, “I’ll wait.” You grab your purse, pulling the strap onto your shoulder. Jeongguk also stands up from his kneeling position, brushing his black pants.
Once you stand up, you have to peer up to look at him. Even with your heels on you, you’re still barely reaching his damn shoulder.
Are you really that short or is he just super tall?
“By the way,” You start, causing him to immediately pause from picking up the plate and giving you his full attention with the way he turns his body to look at you, eyes meeting yours. For some reason that makes your heart flutter. “Can you charge the dinner on my card?” You open your purse to pull out your tiny card holder. “It’s the least I can do for Dohyun.” You add, handing him the card.
Jeongguk looks down at the card in his hand as if it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, eyes squinting before widening. He holds the card up to the light as if inspecting it before bringing it back down and closer to his face again.
“Um, is everything okay?” You ask in confusion.
“Did you just hand me a black card?” His voice is full of surprise, mouth slightly ajar.
“Yeah…” You trail off, looking down at your feet.
Great, he must think you’re a spoiled brat.
“Do you know the amount of unnecessary and useless shit I would buy if I had one of these?” He holds the card in his fingers as if it’s fine china.
“I mean you can,” You respond and he just looks at you in disbelief.
“Baby you’re too sweet but I never thought about getting sugar mama.” He smirks before adding, “At least not anymore.” Your heart flutters and you try not to squeal at the fact that he casually called you ‘baby’.
This man is trying to kill you.
You pretend to act unbothered by his words with a roll of your eyes, shoving at his shoulder, “Shut up before I make you pay for this dinner.” You threaten and he immediately closes his mouth, turning towards the table. You laugh in response, shaking your head at him.
“I’ll be out in 10 minutes,” He tells you and you nod, a smile on your face as you step towards the door already feeling a lot better just by talking to him.
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🎆 HANNArchive 1st Anniversary BTS Fic Recs 🎆
So today is this blogs’ 1 year aniversary 🥺 I actually just made this archive for myself to save the fics i like and might want to read again one day. I didn’t expect to get so many notes and followers just from my navigation post that I made cause i literally forget everything I’ve read immediately and i need the detailed tag-system lmao. Like, i can barely remember what i read yesterday. 🙃 But I’m happy other people are finding my blog useful as well. ✨
Anyway, so i thought i’d make a fic recs list. These are the same fics that’s in my 💖 tag, which is my personal favorites, but i thought i would make a list thats nicer than just going through the tag.
✰ Like real people do by @bangtanloverboys (3.6k) Tae x Y/N, friends/colleagues 2 lovers. Fluff, slight angst, soft smut. ⋆ This is such a comfort fic for me, I too am lonely and touch starved where’s my taehyung ):
✰ Hunt me down by @bonny-kookoo (series, ongoing) Alien!JK x Human!Reader. Fluff, angst, smut. ⋆ I just love her stuff, go read all her other alien fics while you’re at it - and all her other stuff too!
✰ Reconnect by bonny-kookoo (12.5k) Exes 2 lovers, Singlemom!Reader, Dad!JK, angst, smut.
✰ Ignorantly, yours by @ot7always (10.6k) Alpha!Jimin x Omega!Reader -Werewolf AU, Best friends 2 lovers. Smut, angst, fluff.
✰ Knot today by @kinktae (5.8k) alpha!JK x virgin omega!reader - Werewolf AU, roommates. Mostly smut, pwp, with som angst and fluff.
✰ Colours by @lovelytaes-blog (Series) Singledad!Tae x Artist!Y/N - Angst, fluff, smut.
✰ (1.5k drabble +) sorry (not sorry) by @angelguk (8.1k) Roommate!JK x Y/N - Smut with sprinkles of fluff and angst.
✰ The Sadness of things by @lubdubsworld (Series) Alpha!JK x Omega!OC - Arranged Marriage AU. HEAVY angst, smut, fluff (Please check the trigger warnings) ⋆ Listen, this nearly killed me. I cried several times and even full on sobbed at one point. Broke my heart but it’s so good! 😭 Edit: Find all of the chapters here
✰ War of hearts by @btswrckd (Series) Mafia!Tae x Y/N - Arranged Marriage AU. Angst, fluff, smut. ⋆ I really love the characters in this - despite some dark themes it’s quite entertaining and endearing how everyone interacts with eachother.
✰ Strain by @evangelene (Series) Taehyung x Y/N - Hanahaki AU. Angst, fluff.
✰ Summer nights and morning dew by @jeonstudios (11k) Alpha!JK x Y/N - Werewolf AU. Fluff, angst. ⋆ This is so cute!!!
✰ Out of the woods by @angelicyoongie (Series) WolfHybrid!Joon x Y/N - Fluff, angst, smut.
✰ Nude by @btssmutgalore (Series) Fuckboy!Tae x Y/N - Smut, fluff, angst.
✰ Summer Nights by @marginalmadness (Series) RabbitHybrid!JK x Y/N - Romance, fluff, smut.
#HA fic recs#bts fic recs#bts fic rec#bts fanfic#bts fic recs list#bts x reader#bts au#bts angst#bts fluff#bts smut#werewolf bts#hybrid bts#taehyung fic rec#jungkook fic rec#jimin fic rec#namjoon fic rec#now i feel bad that some members are missing from this list ):#go to my blog i have some for every member#though some is not that many :/#i should read more of all the members this year
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what are your top 5 favorite jungkook fics that you have read?
Oooh exciting!! I read a lot of fics and forget a lot of them in a blink of an eye bc I have the memory of a gold fish but those that marked me are (in no particular order):
Boyfriend of my dreams by @soft4gguk. Unfortunately, this author hasn't been active on here for months, and I think the last update for this fic was over a year ago but I really loved it even tho it's unfinished. Tessa, if you see this I'm sending you lots of love <3
strictly platonic by @jeonqkooks, a oneshot with one of my fav tropes, aka best friends to lovers
Colour Me In by @taegularities, an ongoing series that is actually the reason why I started reading and posting again (also the reason why my blog exists at all)
Jungkook's storyline of @magicshopaholic's idol verse, which I read during the months of may and june, and loved so so much. All the members' storylines are still ongoing and I promise you will love it if you give it a chance
and last but not least, read super recently but Ambrosia & Nectar by @hisunshiine. As a lover of Greek mythology, that one just hit a chord (plus the smut is magnificent)
#i have like thousands of other fics I've read and loved#but yeah these are the ones that came to my mind rn#jungkook fic rec#jungkook#anon ask
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Beaches and Vlives I JJK
A/N: Hello! After writing Stroke Game, I decided to continue the theme of writing stories around posts, videos, and lives of the members. The concept of these were inspired by @kimnjss clips with context series! You should definitely check them out!
I will be taking requests for other things that people would like a story written around so feel free to send those in!
Summary: The events leading up to Jungkook’s impromptu Vlive and what happened after.
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, brief mentions of pregnancy kink, good ole missionary, nothing too crayz
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Ever since your car had passed the sea on the drive up to the campsite, Jungkook had been itching to get on live and talk to Army. You had watched from the passenger seat as he went silent and fell into his thoughts, while he tried to simultaneously admire the sea and keep his eyes on the road. After gentle prompting from you, he finally confessed how much the sea reminds him of Army. Heart melting a little bit at the revelation, you ask him to tell you more, but he doesn’t.
After a few minutes, you see him glancing back and forth between the sea and the road almost anxiously, and then you watch as he pulls his lip between his teeth and starts biting the skin there.
You’ve known Jungkook long enough to know, there’s something on his mind, but he’s overthinking. Reaching across the center console, your thumb gently tugs on his bottom lip to rescue it from his anxious biting. His eyes quickly dart to you and then back to the road. You card your fingers lightly through his hair, hand falling down to give a quick tug on his earring before breaking the comfortable silence in the car,
‘What’s on your mind handsome?’ You ask quietly so as not to startle him.
He seems to mull over his thoughts for a moment before speaking up,
‘I really want to talk to Army right now after looking at the sea.’ He says it quietly, and an embarrassed laugh follows almost as if he thinks it’s ridiculous. You can see his eyes flit back and forth, trying to gauge your reaction.
‘So why don’t you?’ You hum.
You watch as he cutely tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed lightly,
‘This is our trip, Jagi, before things are busy with our comeback.’ He’s overthinking even more, and it’s written all over his face. The way his eyes are bouncing, his fingers are jittery, and his lip is back between his teeth.
‘Koo,’ you start, ‘If you wanna go live, then go live. You know I don’t care.’ You reassure him.
He thinks for a moment before responding, ‘I can’t even go live because I don’t have my laptop and there aren’t any staff and I’m not supposed to-’
‘Kook’ you cut him off ‘You can use my laptop, and you can call the staff ahead of time and let them know’ You place your hand on his thigh and give a light squeeze to reassure him.
He looks over at you,
‘You really don’t mind?’ He asks timidly.
‘Of course I don’t.’ You smile at him.
. . .
You watch in admiration as Jungkook, a little more uncoordinated after the drink (or two) he had, fumbles to set up everything he needs for his live. Deciding to wait until after you had dinner and for some staff to arrive just to be safe seemed like a good idea at first but now he’s antsy. He’s rushing in excitement, and along the way he’s knocking cups and the camera over. You watch as Jungkook is switching between sitting down and checking the camera angle and then getting back up to rearrange the chair so the camera has a slight view of the fire. Then he sits again before deciding once more that the angle isn’t to his liking. He’s bouncing back and forth between sitting and standing, dimming the lights, at one point, he even grabs his car keys and moves his car since ‘too much of it is in the frame.’
Jungkook has always been a perfectionist. That much isn’t new, but when he’s particularly nervous or excited for something, those tendencies are even more pronounced than usual. Especially since his excitement for the live is combined with the nerves for his comeback. He’d been spending extra hours in the studio perfecting his vocals, and every free moment he had was spent walking around singing the new songs. He was in the gym constantly trying to look his best, and he even made sure to get the new tattoo he’s been wanting ahead of time so it would be healed for the new performances.
He finally gets everything set up just perfect and after adjusting his hair in the camera he looks up at you,
‘I’m ready.’ He says with a cute smile on his face. You laugh at him in response,
‘I’ve been ready. You were the one posing the car and the fire in the background.’
He rolls his eyes at you,
‘You have to set the scene, Jagi.’ He pouts. Instead of saying anything else you just gesture toward your laptop, and he shoots you a handsome smile and pressing a finger against his lips in a ‘shh’ motion before starting the live.
You’ve been around him enough to know that any movement of yours can be perceived as staff, but the biggest rule is to not say anything.
You busy yourself with trying to quietly clean things up while Jungkook begins to talk to the camera. Throwing away bits of trash and food scraps, you listen to your boyfriend's ramblings in the background. A quick glance over your shoulder reveals that he’s already more relaxed than he was in the beginning. He’s curled up comfortably in his chair, a sweet smile on his face.
There’s a specific shine that Jungkook gets in his eyes when he’s at his happiest. You’ve noticed it time and time again when he’s on stage, doing lives, or telling you about something that Army did, whether it be a birthday present or a project that they’ve organized. He’s constantly in awe of the people that make his job worth it.
After cleaning up a bit, you lean up against a wall and turn to just watch him. The rain adds perfect background noise to his voice. Watching the gestures of his hands, the way he throws his head back in laughter, and the slight pout he gets to his lips when he’s telling the fans a story, almost as if he thinks they won’t believe him. He gets more animated as he goes on, and in doing so he sees you in his peripheral vision from where you’re propped against the wall. You smile at him and watch as he becomes shy before surprisingly addressing you,
‘You’re just gonna stand there and watch me?’ He asks before seemingly catching his slip up. Before you can even begin to panic he’s smoothing it over and turning to the staff who had driven up once he said he was going to do a live. Before anything can happen he looks back to the camera,
‘The staff seem to think I’m gonna spoil something on the live.’ he giggles, ‘They’re all just watching me.’ You admire how quickly he covered up talking to you.
He looks around once more before glancing at the camera,
‘I’m gonna tell you a secret,’ He peers behind to mock checking his surroundings,
‘I had a drink and I feel good now.’ He scrunches up his nose, and you have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing at his cute gesture. You decide to sit back down and just watch him for the remaining time. It’s impossible to miss how incredibly happy he is right now, telling stories and making jokes. You can already hear his hyungs laughing at him about how he’s supposed to be on vacation but instead he’s live, the same way they teased him about his two hour long livestream.
. . .
Jungkook sighs as he closes the computer, a content smile on his face,
‘Do you feel better?’ You ask him. He simply smiles in response and then winks at you. Jungkook stands up and goes to talk to the staff and thank them for driving up for his impromptu live.
You had left your phone inside while Jungkook was live, not wanting the iPhone ringtones getting him in trouble. Walking inside to grab your phone, you see Jungkook’s sitting next to yours, and the notifications on the screen show missed calls from most of the members. The top notification is a text from Jimin.
From Jiminie hyungie
Good luck Jungkookie :)
You laugh at seeing a text wishing Jungkook luck for his live. You can’t help but think this is his hyung’s way of teasing him for the whole situation. Looking at your phone, you see Jimin called you as well. Hearing the door open behind you, you decide to call him back later and spend time with Jungkook now that he’s done.
He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You can’t help but close your eyes and lean into the comfort of his embrace. He presses the lightest kiss against the shell of your ear,
‘Thank you.’ He murmurs into your ear.
‘For what, Kook?’ You ask. He pauses for a moment,
‘For loving me and supporting my career.’ He hums back.
You turn your head to look him in the eye, ‘I always will.’ He just stares for a moment before his eyes glance down to your lips. His index finger and thumb come up to grasp your chin and pull your head toward his. And then he gently kisses you, soft lips moving languidly against yours to convey all of his emotions.
The thing about loving Jungkook is that he isn’t good at putting his feelings into words. He’s better at showing his emotions through actions whether it’s giving gifts, soft touches, or passionate kisses that stop your heart in its tracks.
He breaks the tender kiss to start pressing kisses down your neck. Light, wet, open mouthed kisses until he reaches where your shoulder meets your neck. He sucks lightly leaving a mark. You’ve learned through the years that Jungkook is a possessive lover. Since he can’t outwardly show that you're his, he loves leaving marks everywhere that he can. Up and down your neck, collarbones, and all the way down your cleavage. One particularly long night after a small argument had ended in a trail of love bites all the way down to your hips.
‘I just love you so much’ he murmurs against your skin.
‘I love you more Kook’ You respond, turning your head to capture his lips with yours. You turn around fully and wrap your arms around his neck. He tugs your bottom lip between his teeth and reaches down to grab the backs of your thighs and hoist your legs around his waist. He picks you up and starts to move toward the bedroom when he bumps into the cabinet in the kitchen,
‘Oh my god that hurt’ you laugh, sensual atmosphere broken by Jungkook’s misstep.
‘Sorry Jagi’ He’s trying, but failing, to hold back his laughter, ‘I’m not used to the layout of the camper.’ He’s trying but failing to contain his laughter. You smack him lightly on the shoulder and urge him toward the bedroom. He’s still quietly laughing, and you opt to distract him by kissing along his jawline. His amusement is gone quickly as you feel goosebumps sprout on the nape of his neck. Kissing further down, your lips make their way toward his adam’s apple. Lightly taking the skin there between your teeth, and then easing the nip with a kiss and a trace of your tongue, you hear his breath hitch in his throat.
‘Jagi,’ he warns, but it doesn’t sound very forceful.
‘I know Kook. No marks.’ You respond, continuing the trail of your lips to ease his worry. All of the sudden his arms beneath you are gone, and you’re falling. You gasp out of surprise, eyes shooting open, and then your back meets the soft surface of the bed.
‘You’re a jerk. Could’ve warned me at least.’ You pout.
He smiles cheekily while crawling over you to meet your lips again, ‘No time for that, baby.’ He pulls your shirt over your head, and then his lips are back on yours. He’s kissing you slowly like he has no plans of going anywhere.
Jungkook isn’t a fan of quickies, always taking his time showing you how much he loves you. Jungkook is trailing kisses down your chest, making his way toward the waistband of your shorts. He nips the skin of your abdomen and then soothes over the mark with a swipe of his tongue and a quick kiss, his way of leaving marks that won’t last as long as love bites.
Above you Jungkook is struggling to keep it together. He’s trying his hardest not to combust from excitement and pure adortion. The way you were so accepting of his career and all that came with being an idol, including impromptu camping trips and even more impromptu lives, just makes him love you even more.
Before he met you, he’d come to accept the idea that he might never find someone he wanted to be with forever. It sounds dramatic, but past dating attempts have left him hopeless for future relationships. Girls were upset that he couldn’t always make time for them, or that he might be out of the country for months at a time. He knows he isn’t perfect and forgets anniversaries if schedules get too busy, and he might not always have the time to be there for birthdays.
You, however, have taken everything in stride. Accepting his flaws and the inconvenient aspects of his job with your head held high. You’re always there when he gets off of work at ungodly hours, and always ready to answer the phone in the middle of the night when he’s on the other side of the world. So, when he has time like today, he loves to just admire you, and show you how much with each and every kiss and touch.
Your shorts are long gone, and when he’s going to spread your legs to lay between them, you reach forward and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. You trail your hands down his pecs, tracing the lines and contours of his torso. After a moment of admiring his chest, you glance up to meet his eyes, and he’s smiling down at you. It’s not a cocky smile, just a sweet one.
‘Lay back, jagi.’ After following his orders, Jungkook lays on his stomach between your parted legs. He props your thighs up on his shoulders, and then he makes eye contact with you while he licks a slow stripe from your opening to your clit.
He watches you as you close your eyes and throw your arm out to grasp the sheets between your fingers. Jungkook loves nothing more than getting to just give you endless amounts of pleasure. He wraps his lips around your clit and his fingers make their way to your entrance. He slides two in, knowing you like a little bit of burn when he’s stretching you out.
‘So good for me baby.’ He’s tracing figure eights on your clit with the tip of his tongue and curling his fingers inside of you just right.
You’re overcome with the sensation of Jungkook between your legs. Reaching down to curl your fingers into his hair, you lightly grind your hips up into his face.
‘That’s right baby, fuck my face.’ He flattens his tongue and shakes his head back and forth, letting more spit fall from his mouth. The sounds he’s making are obscene, fingers squelching inside of you and spit-slicked tongue slurping obnoxiously against you.
Jungkook is out of his mind with the scene of you using his face to get off. The tightness in his pants is unbearable, and he’s started to grind against the bed below him, hips thrusting to provide some relief. He can feel that you're getting closer, the movements of your hips are getting jerkier and more desperate.
‘Go on baby, come on my tongue and fingers.’ The coil in the pit of your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, pleasure building to new heights. The combination of Jungkook’s mouth and fingers helps you approach the end quickly. It’s when you look down to see his eyes closed and hips grinding on the bed, harsh breaths leaving his chest, that the coil snaps. Your grip in his hair pushes his face into your pussy, bucking against him. Your hips move up so that your clit brushes against his nose, and the solid pressure in your most sensitive spot helps you ride out your climax. His fingers are still inside of you when you finish, gently helping you along, but they stop when the grip you have on his hair loosens and your hips stop moving. He lifts his head when your legs fall off of his shoulders to be met with you lying back, eyes closed, and chest moving rapidly.
When you open your eyes, you’re met with the sight of him staring at you.
‘What?’ You ask him. He starts to move up your body, but he pauses when he’s level with your chest.
‘I didn’t even get to play with these.’ he mumbles, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth.
‘Yah, not so fast. Jesus you’re insatiable.’ You mumble after pushing his head away from your sensitive nipples. Your grip stays on his jaw, and your thumb traces his bottom lip and then pokes the mole underneath. Jungkook turns his head into your hand, enjoying your touch. Then, you pull him so his lips meet yours once more. His hips press against yours, and you can feel how hard he is for you beneath his pants. Your hands trace down his sides, and then meet at the button of his pants. Your fingers work quickly to undo the zipper and push them down his hips. Once his pants are off, boxers gone along with them, you push at his hip
‘Sit back Koo, I wanna suck you off.’ You hum, mouth watering at the thought of having him in your throat. He groans, ‘I really really want you to, but I won’t last jagi.’ He laughs slightly embarrassed.
‘What’s wrong with that Koo?’ You smirk at him, ‘I love when you cum down my throat.’
He groans again, pushing your face away with his hand and taking a deep breath, ‘You have to stop talking like that or I’m gonna cum in my pants.’ He laughs.
‘You’re not wearing any pants.’ You point out with a smirk.
‘You’re so funny’ He quips, unamused. He leans down and kisses you, halting your teasing, and you break away to whisper against his ear, ‘How do you want me, Koo?’ He groans, and his hips stutter against yours, and he decides against scolding you for your dirty talk and instead simply answers, ‘Hands and knees jagi.’
You laugh at his shy answer, ‘You’re such an ass man, Kook.’ Nonetheless you turn over getting into the position he requested. Apparently you’re too far up the bed because you let out a squeal as he wraps his hands around your waist to pull you toward the foot of the bed so he can stand behind you.
‘I’m so lucky, Jagi.’ Jungkook says under his breath. His hands are kneading your ass cheeks. Pulling and patting, watching them ripple back into place. You let him, knowing this is one of the rare occasions he’s bold enough to request one of his favorite positions.
You’re expecting him to start to ease into you when he flips you onto your back. You look up at him in surprise, ‘What happened to hands and knees?’ You ask him and give him a kiss to punctuate the question.
‘Changed my mind.’ He mumbles against your lips. ‘Wanna kiss you.’
It’s hard to ignore the way your stomach flips at the statement, and instead of saying anything, you give him what he wants.
He reaches down to grab the base of his cock. He gives himself a quick stroke, hips stuttering in sensitivity. He bites his lip at the feeling of friction against his cock. He lines up with your entrance, glancing up to make sure you’re still okay, before pushing in slowly.
You watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head at the sensation of your walls wrapped around his cock. He whines low in his throat, trying to keep the noises at bay but failing after being worked up for so long. He bottoms out, pelvis pressed flat against yours. You watch as he takes a deep breath, trying so hard to resist the urge to thrust into you recklessly.
You wrap your hips around his waist, pushing his hips impossibly tighter against yours.
‘You feel so good, Jagi.’ His voice is strained, and his cheeks are flushed, eyes closed and basking in the feeling.
Sex with Jungkook is one of the most amazing experiences, because he doesn’t just have sex. He gets so overwhelmed by the pleasure that it’s almost too much for him, and watching as he relaxes and lets himself feel good is one of the most attractive things to you.
He’s slowly fucking into you, taking time to enjoy the way you feel around him.
Reaching up to wrap one arm behind his neck, you prop yourself off the bed slightly with the other arm, and then you push your hips up into his to fuck yourself on his cock. The reaction from Jungkook is instantaneous. His hips stutter from their previous pace before pushing all the way into the hilt. Jungkook’s hands grab your hips to stop you from moving.
‘You can’t do that or this will be over way too soon.’ He laughs, but you can see how much he was affected. The muscles in his abdomen are quivering, and he’s bright red all over with sweat collecting along his hairline. After taking a breath, Jungkook slowly drags his cock back out and then slams back inside of you, pushing you up the bed with the force of his thrust. He hammers into you at a rapid pace the sound of his hips slapping against yours are only accompanied by his grunts and your babbling of his name. He leans over you, chest pressed against yours and kisses you, tongue tracing along your bottom lip and giving it a slight nip.
Jungkook knows you too well, and when your hips start to twitch against his, he reaches down and rubs your bundle of nerves with his thumb, helping you toward your orgasm.
‘Jungkook.’ you moan, hand reaching out to find purchase on his shoulder as you grow closer and closer to finishing.
‘Kook’ you mumble, ‘kiss’
He looks down at you and smiles, ‘Always gonna kiss my girl.’ And then his lips are meeting yours. His thrusts are getting hard, filling you up perfectly, and the combination of his fingers, cock, and lips push you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you.
Jungkook is so close. He knows you could tell before, but the clenching of your walls around his cock is pushing him toward the edge. His pace falters as he tries to keep going, but his attempt is fruitless. He makes sure to fuck you through your orgasm before he starts up the brutal pace again.
‘I’m gonna cum babe.’ he pants out against your lips.
‘Gonna fill me up Kook?’ You ask him. Jungkook grunts back his response,
‘I’m gonna fill you up so good, maybe even fuck a baby into you.’ He’s too far gone to think about what he’s saying, and you’re momentarily surprised. This is the first time Jungkook has brought this up, but you can see how turned on he is, so you decided to go along with it.
‘Yeah? You’re gonna fuck a baby in me? Fuck me so good I get pregnant?’
That’s the final straw for Jungkook, the thoughts running through his head of you pregnant with his kid, tits swollen with milk have him too worked up, and with no warning he’s cumming. His hips stutter as the first few spurts come out, and the noises he’s letting out are mixtures of your name, groans, and ‘baby.’ He pushes into you one last time as hard as he can, shaking with the force of his orgasm before his arms promptly give out under him and he flops down on top of you.
You both sit quietly for a while, running your fingers through his hair and just enjoying each other’s presence.
‘I think I almost died.’ He says against your chest after a moment. He smiles when he feels you shaking with laughter underneath him.
‘So you wanna knock me up huh?’ He groans and buries his face deeper into your sternum, trying to avoid eye contact. You’re laughing even harder now.
‘Where’d that come from Kook?’ You nudge him from where he’s trying to hide.
His eyes meet yours, and he shrugs ‘Just a horny fantasy.’ He mumbles. ‘For now.’
‘Ok well you keep fantasizing while you let me up so I don’t get your cum all over the bed. We have to sleep here tonight.’ He rolls over onto his back next you so you can get up, and he watches you walk into the bathroom. His mind is no longer clouded by you, and now all he can think about is what he has been planning to do tonight.
. . .
Later after being live when Jungkook posts a picture of the beach, Army will never know that they helped him calm down for the biggest moment of his life. Because just next to where he drew hearts and letters into the sand, he got onto one knee and asked the most amazing and supportive girlfriend he’s ever had to be his wife.
And maybe, just maybe, he’s a few steps closer to that horny fantasy becoming reality.
#JUNGKOOKIE#jeon jungkook x reader#jungkook x reader#jungkookie#jungkook#smut#jungkook smut#fluff#bts fic rec#bts#jeon jungkook#jungkook fanfic#jungkook x you#jungkook fluff#jungkook fic#jungkook fic rec#idol!au#idol!jk#jungkook camping live bc he looked so scrumdiddlyisicious#i think i have a real life crush on him#uh oh
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JUNGKOOK FICS JULY 2022
└➤ sorted by 。 。 。 AU
MASTERLIST
(last update: 11.08.2022)
m- mature , f- fluff , a- angst , c- crack/humor, ☆- personal favorite
e2l- enemies to lovers, s2l- strangers to lovers, f2l- friends to lovers, bf2l- best friends to lovers, cf2l- childhood friends to lovers, fwb2l- friends with benefits to lovers, ex2l- exes to lovers, i2l- idiots to lovers
↑- already mentioned in this post (more than one AU)
FINISHED
BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS
⇢ a rainy sunset by @filmcrystal (f, m, a, kinda unrequited love)
❝ your best friend would give you the world if he could, always sighing to you and staring at you with the most in-love look on his face, he’s devoted to you but you don’t see him the same way till your roommate dares to say something about it, then the way you see him starts to change faster than you thought. ❞
BROTHERS BEST FRIEND!AU
⇢ The BBF by @kookiecrumb (m)
❝ Your brother is home for the holidays. Your family has moved into a smaller home since he left for college, which results in you having to share a room with not only him, but his super hot best friend. ❞
⇢ milestone by @1kook (m, f, highschool!au kinda)
❝ Part of you is touched that Jungkook really has been there for every milestone in your life. The other part wishes he hadn’t shown up looking so ridiculously sexy. ❞
(I`m not sure about the genre, bc i read this almost a year ago)
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS
⇢ touch me wherever by @bangtangalicious (m, innocent!jk)
❝ jungkook needs to touch you and he just can’t hold back anymore ❞
COFFEESHOP!AU
⇢ chasing butterflies by @ddaenggtan (f, m, college!au, nerd!jk)
❝ you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it. ❞
COLLEGE!AU
⇢ lowkey by @xpeachesncream (f, a, m, fake dating!au, nerd!jk, f2l, ☆)
❝ 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 ways of dating. ❞
��� How to Get a Guy by @taeshobipop (f, m, a, roommates!au, fuckboi!jk, e2l, ☆)
❝ 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 Jungkook can continue perusing 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 be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you? ❞
⇢ Zipper. by @taeshobipop (m, fratboy!jk, kinda e2l, ☆)
❝ Jungkook isn’t your date to the annual BTS gala, but he’s the only one available to take you dress shopping. So when a zipper emergency arises in the boutique’s tiny dressing room, who’s there to help you? ❞
⇢ chasing butterflies by @ddaenggtan (f, m, coffee shop!au, nerd!jk) ↑
❝ you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it. ❞
⇢ catharsis. by @junghelioseok (m, fwb!au, feat. jm)
❝ no matter what kind of release you need, he’s there. ❞
⇢ fuck me better by @bangtangalicious (m, a, fwb, f2l, fuckboi!jk, feat. kth)
❝ jungkook isn't happy when he finds out he's eating someone else's cum out of you // taehyung is tired of seeing you fall for jungkook's games ❞
⇢ I Heard a Rumor. by @taeshobipop (f, m, campus crush!jk, f2l)
❝ One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows. ❞
⇢ all that glitters by @aquagustd (fuckboi!jk, read warnings, ☆)
❝ when the sweet, innocent nerd asks for your help to woo all the girls, you didn’t think that you would be his first victim. ❞
⇢ here i come by @chateautae (m)
❝ tipsy hide-and-seek turns into more when you and jeon jungkook choose the same closet to hide in. ❞
ENEMIES TO LOVERS
⇢ How to Get a Guy by @taeshobipop (f, m, a, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, ☆) ↑
❝ 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 Jungkook can continue perusing 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 be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you? ❞
⇢ no sweetness by @rosaetae (f, c, bobarista!reader, lacrosseplayer!jk, ☆)
❝ jungkook has a thing for pretty girls who work with tiny balls, especially the new fiery bobarista at his favorite boba shop, whom he finds absolutely adorable, but finds out later that she’s just as sweet as she made his milk tea order— not sweet. ❞
⇢ from home by @gyukult (f, m, a, richkid!jk, fakedating!au)
❝ jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class? ❞
ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP!AU
⇢ Better be quiet, love by @dreamypjm (m, read warnings!)
❝ Going out on a movie date with your boyfriend after a busy week, in which you hardly had time for each other. But you both quicklly realize that you can't wait any longer to feel each other. ❞
⇢ may the best man win by @ughcore (f, m, a)
⇢ crazy by @mercurygguk (m, slight f)
❝ jungkook arrives back home after a busy schedule, sneaking into bed with you. something catches your eye though when you lay your eyes on him for the first time in a while. ❞
⇢ brain dead by @bts-bay-bee (m)
FAKE DATING!AU
⇢ lowkey by @xpeachesncream (f, a, m, college!au, nerd!jk, f2l, ☆) ↑
❝ 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 ways of dating. ❞
⇢ from home by @gyukult (richkid!jk, e2l) ↑
❝ jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class? ❞
FRIENDS TO LOVERS
⇢ lowkey by @xpeachesncream (f, a, m, college!au, fake dating!au, nerd!jk, ☆) ↑
❝ 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 ways of dating. ❞
⇢ fuck me better by @bangtangalicious (m, a, fwb, fuckboi!jk, college!au, feat. kth) ↑
❝ jungkook isn't happy when he finds out he's eating someone else's cum out of you // taehyung is tired of seeing you fall for jungkook's games ❞
⇢ I Heard a Rumor. by @taeshobipop (f, m, college!au, campus crush!jk) ↑
❝ One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows. ❞
FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS!AU
⇢ DALLIANCE by @btssmutgalore (m)
❝ a casual romantic or sexual relationship ❞
⇢ catharsis. by @junghelioseok (m, college!au, feat. jm)
❝ no matter what kind of release you need, he’s there. ❞
⇢ fuck me better by @bangtangalicious (m, a, f2l, fuckboi!jk, college!au, feat. kth) ↑
❝ jungkook isn't happy when he finds out he's eating someone else's cum out of you // taehyung is tired of seeing you fall for jungkook's games ❞
NERD!JK
⇢ lowkey by @xpeachesncream (f, a, m, college!au, fake dating!au, f2l, ☆) ↑
❝ 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 ways of dating. ❞
⇢ chasing butterflies by @ddaenggtan (f, m, college!au, coffee shop!au) ↑
❝ you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it. ❞
ROOMMATE!AU
⇢ How to Get a Guy by @taeshobipop (f, m, a, college!au, fuckboi!jk, e2l, ☆) ↑
❝ 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 Jungkook can continue perusing 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 be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you? ❞
SKATERBOY!JK
⇢ concrete king by @bratkook (f, m, ☆)
❝ when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor theres no way you could ever say no to him ❞
OTHER
⇢ Trick or Treat. by @satnin-darling (m, feat. myg)
❝ The Joker, a Gray Pianist, and an Action-taker were supposed to walk into a bar on Halloween. Turns out they don't even make it past the front door because they were too busy fucking each other to partake in this year’s spooky season ❞
⇢ switch up! by @bratkook (f, m)
❝ you would have never expected your shy, innocent art partner to be the man on stage covered in tattoos ❞
⇢ The Bases by @pbandjk (f, m)
❝ You’re still a virgin, but lucky you have star baseball player Jeon Jungkook to show you the bases. ❞
UNFINISHED
ENEMIES TO LOVERS
⇢ paddle with me by @yoongsgguktae (m, campcounselor!au)
❝ when your camp leader forces you and jeongguk as partners in a team building activity. with frustrations and anger flaring during your journey down the river, how will all this pent-up emotion get released? ❞
MAGIC!AU
⇢ legend of the lamp by @opaljm (f, m, s2l)
❝ Jungkook has been serving his time as a genie for the last 2000 years, unfortunately stuck in a lamp for the last 200 years before he is woken from his slumber by a beautiful woman who somehow activates his lamp while making a wish that ends up letting him out. After eons of having to bend over backwards to make the desires of evil individuals from power hungry dictators to spoiled princesses come into fruition, he’s updated his contract to be more choosy over who the lamp allows to be his master. It comes to his great surprise that this woman was able to make the lamp work and that she only yearns to be loved and no longer be lonely. But all of the wishes he grants now have time constraints, another caveat he added to the contract, and he wonders what life would be like if he had never made that stupid rule. Because, as the week progresses, he finds himself falling deeper and deeper into her spell, pondering what it would be like if he never had to stop playing the role of her man. ❞
STRANGERS TO LOVERS
⇢ legend of the lamp by @opaljm (f, m, fantasy!au, magic!au) ↑
❝ Jungkook has been serving his time as a genie for the last 2000 years, unfortunately stuck in a lamp for the last 200 years before he is woken from his slumber by a beautiful woman who somehow activates his lamp while making a wish that ends up letting him out. After eons of having to bend over backwards to make the desires of evil individuals from power hungry dictators to spoiled princesses come into fruition, he’s updated his contract to be more choosy over who the lamp allows to be his master. It comes to his great surprise that this woman was able to make the lamp work and that she only yearns to be loved and no longer be lonely. But all of the wishes he grants now have time constraints, another caveat he added to the contract, and he wonders what life would be like if he had never made that stupid rule. Because, as the week progresses, he finds himself falling deeper and deeper into her spell, pondering what it would be like if he never had to stop playing the role of her man. ❞
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The Hit List | 1
masterlist: here
Summary: The Bangtan Frat is known for its prestige reputation of top GPAs, hosting the hottest most qualified students in the country, and above all: their undefeated list of heartbreaks. What happens when one of the seven ends up drunkenly at your doorstep?
Pairing: Fuckboy!JK, introvert!Reader
Chapters: 1 | 2 |
Genre: Smut (Future), emphasize on the Angst, and Romance
Tags: jeongguk is bad at feelings.
WC: 2.7k
“Did you hear?” Your roommate, Riven, asked as she swung her bookbag onto her bed.
“Heard what?” You turned from the CAD project you’ve been aimlessly staring at the past six, or seven, or eight hours. Said project that’s due in six hours.
Riven paused in her tracks, head inching forward as her mouth flew open, “Kim Taehyung was going around campus saying Dahyun’s pussy smelled like canned tuna.”
You rolled your eyes. “Did he announce this before or after he still decided to fuck her?”
Riven tilted her head, looked at the ceiling for a solid six seconds before shrugging and pulling her iPhone out. Probably to text Taehyung and congratulate him on airing out Dahyun’s personal matters.
Your roommate Riven, much like all the other Bangtan Frat fangirls, didn’t care about whose reputation a particular Bangtan boy ruined. She’d much rather get on their fuckable list, spared reputation or not.
“Seokjin bought Rose the new Dior bag. What a lucky bitch.” Riven turned her phone toward you to reveal a photo of Kim Seokjin’s girlfriend, Rose happily smiling with a mini black handbag wrapped around her shoulder. You leaned forward, squinting to make out the blurry letters that read, ‘Thank you for the gift baby, @K.Seok’.
Apparently, Riven isn’t the only one who didn’t care for her reputation. Last week, your roommate sent you about thirty— maybe sixty texts about how her sorority sister fucked Seokjin in the stairwell of the Bangtan house. Look’s like Christian Dior must’ve been an apology.
You looked up at your starstruck roommate with pursed lips. Riven stared back, then with sudden realization, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, he cheated on her. So what? That bag is eight-thousand dollars, that’s my fuckin’ meal plan right there.”
“Remind me again how you’re a neurology student.”
Riven’s touched her chest with an open hand with a dramatic gasp and said, “Wow. I see how it is.” She then fell onto her back with an even more dramatic fall.
You grinned.
Oh fuck.
CAD is still open and as much as you indulged in listening to whatever Bangtan was up to, you’ve completed about forty percent of your model. Your machine, an internal combustion engine had to not only be fully rigged but successfully stress analyzed by nine. You’re going to have to sacrifice dinner, yet again. This was the cost of your procrastination. Goddamnit.
“I have to finish this tonight. Do not bother me with any more of this Bangtan shit.” You turn your chair back to face the dreadful white screen and don’t bother to check if your roommate is sticking her tongue out at you or not.
Five and a half hours later you pressed the shining ‘Submit’ button on Blackboard and turned your PC off with so much ferocity the desktop nearly toppled over.
“Never doing that again,” you groaned, slumping into the chair to allow the back of your neck to press against the soft cushion.
“You literally say that every time,” Riven quipped from her side of the room.
If you had the energy, you would’ve stood up and punched her in the ass. Luckily for Riven, your eyes have drooped sixteen times within the past ten minutes. You decided your chair would replace your bed thirty minutes ago.
“How do I look? Good enough for Kim?”
Fucking hell. You brace your core and groan as you muster up enough strength to swirl your chair around to face your roommate. She did look good— real good.
Riven wore a black above-the-knee dress that had a cutout on both sides of the ribs, it paired nicely with the laced-up black heels she spent twenty minutes trying to position correctly. Whining very fucking loudly.
She’d spent the last hour of your project crying about what she was going to wear to Taehyung’s big birthday bash.
“Which one? The cheater or the pussy police?”
Her nose wrinkled, “You’re so annoying.”
Yeah, it’s definitely the pussy police.
Riven stumbled toward her drawer, rummaging through three drawers before pulling out a neon orange tiny bag. No, seriously, it had to be like two inches max. “Can you even fit anything in there?”
A wicked smile riddled her face and she opened the toy purse, pulling out a matching neon orange wrapper in between her middle and index finger. Of-fucking-course.
“I’m serious. He’s going to lay it down on me tonight.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t remind him of the tuna.”
You swore she lunged forward, ready to attack you with the mini weapon. But, her phone rang, which happened to be a far more pressing matter. The assault could wait. Riven pressed the phone to her ear with a smile, “Are you here? Yeah, I’m ready, you have the Pink Whitney? Okay. Bye.”
“I’ll get you back for that later. Bye.”
Riven leaped out of the room, neon orange bag and condom disappearing with her.
After nearly crawling your way across the room for thirty minutes, you finally made it to your bed. The problem now was getting on top of it. Your school so generously gave everyone the tallest fucking beds in existence. Tall enough that all of your belongings fit underneath it so they could make the rooms ten times smaller by doing so.
You sat on your ass, glaring at what felt like a sixteen-foot space between you and the mattress. You could, theoretically just fucking get up and with one last surge of energy jump onto it. But, the soft cotton of your fuzzy rug was suddenly hugging your back. Tucking you in, cradling you.
Fuck it, the floor isn’t even that bad. You’ve slept on much worse.
Your head lay flat on the floor, the hardwood never felt softer. Riven left hours ago and you managed to successfully knock out on your chair. That was until you jolted up, sweating out of every crevice of your body, and made eye contact with the cloud of softness. You said bye-bye to the chair and began the voyage to your bed. Clearly, that was not going as expected.
It was too late now to dwell on what could’ve been. Tomorrow, you’ll start anew. Just like every night she partied, Riven won’t be back for two or three days. You’ll have a full day to sleep on your bed without the mention of Bangtan and internal combustion engines.
You turned to your side, the fuzz tickling your chin as you nuzzled into it.
“Kristen! Baby, please open the door.”
The hairs on your arms rose and a fart you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in released into the air. Drunk fucker has the wrong door.
With a shaky breath, you nuzzled into the carpet again.
Not a second later, a bang erupted through your room. “Baby, please. I’m so sorry. I love you.”
Your heart thrashed in your chest. Could you not have one night of peace? One night of tranquility to enjoy your own company? One night to enjoy sleeping on the hard floor?
“Kristen, for fuckssake.” The asshole nearly knocked the fucking door off the wall.
First, you’re going to knock him the hell out. Then, you’ll find out who Kristen is and then knock her out, too.
“Baby, please—“
You jolted upwards and ran to the door so fast you must’ve broken a World Record. Swinging the wooden panel open like a madwoman, you yelled, “Listen asshole, I don’t know who Kristin is and I don’t give a damn. It’s late as hell and some of us actually enjoy sleeping.”
Said asshole leaned against the door frame of your room, tattooed index finger wiggling in the air until it met your lips, “Shhhhh, baby, I said I’m sorry.”
Your throat locked and you nearly laughed at the audacity. Did the fucker really not notice you weren’t his girlfriend?
Said asshole happened to also push himself off the door frame and trudge past you, right into your room as if he’d been in here a million times.
Much like you wanted to before your carpet trapped you, the stranger leaped onto your bed, stomach flopping onto the cushion of your mattress. He muttered something you couldn’t hear as he grabbed your favorite pillow and brought it close to his chest. He was snuggling your Mr. Gummy.
You were going to go to jail for manslaughter. Yeah. This was the end of your girl boss engineering career. Goodbye feminist STEM icon. Hello murderer. All those years of suffering to get into an IVY just for you to murder some tattooed frat boy.
“Babe, I don’t remember your bed smelling this good.” He’d gone into a fetal position, kicking off his— were those Balenciagas? Maybe, just maybe, you’d kill him and then sell his shoes on Poshmark. Maybe.
You rubbed your forehead with the back of your palm, picking up the sweat that had accumulated. You swung your head out of your door, left and right, and then repeat. Empty. Fuck. Fuck, and fuck.
You paced back and forth a few times, biting on the edge of your hand. You can’t pick this behemoth off your bed. One, he’s drunk as hell. Two, he’s… You gazed back at the stranger, somewhere on his voyage to your bed he tossed the black and white flannel he wore to your floor. Leaving him in a tight tank top that left nothing to the imagination.
Who needs that many back muscles? The curvature of the tattooed arm that hugged Mr. Gummy was sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves.
Holy hell. Get a fucking grip.
Okay, so you can’t drag Apollo out of your room.
Plan B it is.
You trudged into your room, taking one last look at the hallway. Should you close the door?
If someone did hypothetically walk past would they think you drugged him? He was slurring his words and hugging your favorite bear while you paced back and forth like you happened to “accidentally” slip something into his protein shake.
You closed the door.
You needed to call Riven. You could care less that she was at the beginning of her three-day rager, you weren’t going to wait till the next morning when Apollo would wake up and start accusing you of sexually assaulting him.
You slowly walked toward your desk, making sure to avoid the panels on the floor that creased every time someone stepped on them. Empty. You pushed your chair back to see if it happened to fall earlier. Empty.
The air stilled, and you shook your head. No. No. He was laying on it.
You chucked the fucking thing on your bed after deciding to finally start your project. You had to call Riven. There was no other choice but to tell someone. And given the fact that your contact list included your parents and Riven, she’s looking like the most optimal candidate.
As silently as you could, you tip-toed toward your bed and did a quick examination. Near his head? Nope. Mr. Gummy? Nope. Legs? Nope. Ass?
Yeah.
Maybe you would go to jail after all, for fucking assault.
You better get an A on that fucking project.
You took a step forward, awkwardly climbing the edge of your bed to get closer to your phone. Which was nicely tucked right under Apollo’s sculpted ass. Your camera barely peeking out as if it was taunting you.
Shit. How are you going to pull it out?
Your face contorted as you inched closer to the stranger, thumb and middle finger clutching the edges of your phone and lightly tugging backward. Apollo huffed out a groan. Dear god.
It’s not budging.
In and out. Breathe.
You tugged again.
Something thudded against the floor.
Your eyes left Apollo’s ass and gazed to the floor where your Mr. Gummy lay sacrificed to the floor demons. Uh oh.
You turned back to Apollo when your eyes locked with his. His very open eyes.
He was smiling.
“Baby I didn’t know you were into ass-play.”
You stared. Couldn’t muster enough energy to do anything else but stare. Stare at the face of the beautiful drunk idiot in front of you. Emphasize on the beautiful.
The idiot had a pretty and playful smile riddling his face. Kristen must be a lucky girl. Not lucky enough, though. How drunk did someone have to be to not recognize their girlfriend?
“C’mere,” he grabbed your arm, pulling you to your side as if you weighed nothing. A heavy hand locked around your waist and began rubbing circles on your stomach.
“Missed you, n’ I’m sorry baby,” he slurred into your ear. His voice was much lower now.
Kristen, I’m so sorry.
The words shot straight to your pussy. You hadn’t been touched in nine months. Sue me. A hot fucking guy was rubbing your lower stomach while he told you— his girlfriend he missed her.
You need your phone. Pronto.
“Listen— I” You raised a clammy hand to lift Apollo’s, attempting to wrap your fingers around his wrist to lift it.
“You’re so touchy tonight,” he intertwined your fingers.
What the fuck are you supposed to do? You inched your back further into the stranger in an attempt to shrug him off of you.
Apollo thought otherwise. Bucking his hips forward until you felt it.
FUCK.
You’ll wake up with blue balls and a warrant.
“I’m really tired,” you squirmed against the death grip around your waist.
Just pretend it’s not there. You do not feel anything. Just rock hard abs. Abs and his—
“G’to bed baby. I’ll make it up- make it up to you n’ the morning.” Apollo lifted himself to place one last slobbery kiss against your cheek.
Two minutes later Apollo’s light snores vibrated against the back of your neck, warm breath caressing your skin. You wouldn’t be able to move him off you. You have no clue where your phone is. His ass could very well have fully consumed it at this point.
With a sigh, you closed your eyes, pretended there wasn’t a stranger sleeping in your bed, and prayed that you wouldn’t end up in jail before noon.
“OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL!”
Are you being robbed? Is someone being murdered? You jolted upwards to see Riven staring at you with an open mouth.
You shook your head. What’s her problem?
She pointed to your bed and you turned your body to the side. Oh.
Oh.
Apollo was rapidly blinking, brows furrowing as he was most likely realizing you were not Kristen.
You laughed nervously, hands flailing in front of you. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Why is Jeon Jeongguk in your bed?”
Jeon Jeongguk? The same Bangtan Frat Jeon Jeongguk? No way.
This Jeongguk cuddled Mr. Gummy half of the night before opting to trap you in the bed with him. There was no chance that this was the same Jeon Jeongguk that partied seven days a week and had laid about the entire student population.
Apollo— Jeongguk groaned beside you, hands rubbing his face. “Kristen’s going to kill me.” He mumbled underneath his breath.
“No, we— we didn’t. We.” You pointed to Jeongguk who tilted his head with a grin.
“Listen, sweetheart, I’m sure it was the time of your life, but this was a one-time thing.”
Your eyes bulged out of their sockets. Was he serious? Did he think you two? And he was okay with it? Now, this fits the description perfectly of the narcissistic asshole Jeon Jeongguk you expected him to be.
Your face was warm. “We did not have sex. He came in here drunk off his ass screaming about his girlfriend.”
By the time the word 'girlfriend' left your mouth, Jeon Jeongguk had already jumped off your bed, picked up his flannel, and was halfway down the hallway. Probably to see the real Kristen.
What an arrogant little prick. Your muscles quivered, you were going to strangle him. That is if you ever see him again.
“How long have you and Jeongguk been seeing each other?” The empty spot beside you filled. “Is that why you hated talking about Bangtan?”
“Riven, you have five seconds to get off of my bed before I strangle you.”
#jungkook fanfic#jungkook x you#jungkook x reader#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts x you#jungkook fuckboy#jeon jungkook fanfic#jungkook fic rec#jungkook is an asshole#slow burn#jungkook college au#jungkook au#jungkook imagine#jungkook playboy au#jungkook fuckboy au#The Hit List
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Hustlers | 1
masterlist: TBA
pairing: Jungkook x Reader, (ft. Yoongi)
summary: When Jeongguk's girlfriend, Jihyo is taken by the Daechwita gang, everyone's friendships are tested as Jeongguk does anything in pursuit of getting her back.
not so much a summary: im tired of weak, annoying y/n characters that are helpless and need jk to save them. that being said, reader is an explosive, temperamental, badass. jks girlfriend has the lovely title of being the annoying y/n.
warning: violence, I mean like some serious ass shit, killing left n right, graphic themes, dark themes, swearing
important note: play "nate growing up" by labrinth while reading / i deleted my account, saved this username in the case that i wanted to come back and boom boom who wouldve thought, here i am, this had chapters 1+2 in it, as you keep reading you’ll see the split, ty for ur support n once again i apologize for leaving without as much as a note
wc: (11.8k in total for both parts)
“They got Jeongguk’s girlfriend,” Yoongi said upon entering through the front door. He shrugged his bomber jacket off and tossed it onto the empty loveseat in the corner. The thump of the material hitting the chair caused you to avert your gaze: Yoongi’s forehead was covered in sweat, his hair spiraled in different directions and within one minute he’d checked his phone six times.
“They got what?”
“His lil girlfriend, y’know the lil goody two shoes he—“
“I fuckin’ know who, I’m asking how the fuck did they get her?” Taehyung stood from the couch, taking out a purple lighter from his back pocket and using it to light the blunt he finished rolling moments ago.
You tilted your head, not really sure why this was exactly your problem. Or why Jeongguk expected you guys to willingly come to rescue what he tried to keep so far away from all of you. He never talked about her, and when someone did bring her up he’d tell them to shut the fuck up and expect the subject to be changed without any further questions.
It had become an unspoken rule between the nine of you to completely avoid her presence when she was around. Jeongguk didn’t want any of you near her, which was incredibly fucking ironic since she was around during quite literally everything. There hasn’t been a time within the past eight months where you’d seen Jeongguk without her by his side.
Besides being Jeongguk’s girlfriend all you knew was that her name was Jihyo and she went to an Ivy— at least that’s what Taehyung told you. Jeongguk unwillingly entrusted him in dropping her off one morning, warning him to not speak a word to her or he’d cut his balls off. As usual, Taehyung didn’t give a shit about what Jeongguk told him. So, first thing he did in the car was ask the goody-two-shoes what she was majoring in. Law. She was studying to be a fuckin’ lawyer— how ironic. Taehyung laughed in her face.
“N’ where’s Jeongguk right now?”
Yoongi bent down grabbing the armrest of the loveseat he just threw his jacket on and hauled out the black briefcase you guys kept hidden in case of emergencies. Guess this was an emergency, then. “Going to get her. Joon, Rhea, and Hobi are already there. Seokjin n’ Jimin are waiting for us in the car.”
“Us?”
His hands fiddled with the lock for a moment, sweaty hands fighting the slippery metal. The locks eventually budged and opened with a pop, Yoongi grabbed one of the compact pistols and shoved it into the waistband of his jeans. He grabbed a similar pistol and threw it at Taehyung, who caught it with ease, joint held in place with his lips. His eyes locked onto yours and you raised a brow at him.
“Don’t be difficult,” he warned.
“Tell me why all of us need to be there.”
Yoongi groaned, he knew this was going to happen. When Jeongguk called him and uttered the words “They got her, Yoongs” he knew there was no way around this. They had no other choice, no negotiating, nothing. Jeongguk would fucking kill him if he didn’t haul you and Taehyung to the Daechwita house— pronto.
Truthfully, he didn’t even know Jihyo meant that much to Jeongguk. The first time he brought her to the house— sure, they were all surprised, really fucking surprised. Jeongguk didn’t bring girls to the house. But, that didn’t make her automatically special. Jeongguk could’ve just been high, fucked up, or maybe he didn’t wanna fuck in his car. He doesn’t know the details, never bothered to ask for them. But then he brought her over for a second time, and then a third, and then she was there when they made plans, she was there when they did business.
And Jeongguk was fucking impulsive. They tried to warn him, countless times. This girl wasn’t like you, or Rhea, she didn’t know how shit worked around here. Would she be able to kill someone if they pulled a gun on Jeongguk? Would she snitch to the fuckin’ police? Has she seen Jeongguk kill? Jeongguk didn’t care, didn’t fucking listen. Because to Jeongguk, he knows best, he’s the only one that's always right.
Quite honestly, he could kiss Yoongi’s left ass cheek right now because now they were all fucked. All of them. Jeongguk took her to one of his fights four days ago. One of his underground fights. It was an opening. She was a fucking opening for the rest of you to get fucked, all because Jeongguk was too fucking soft for some girl. He took her in backstage even though Yoongi begged to take her back to campus. No, no. Jeongguk said they’d be good. Because no one fucks with Jeongguk— another lie. Yoongi pushed it, kept persisting that she shouldn’t be allowed in. Then Jeongguk took his gun out, turned the safety off, and pointed it directly at him. Twelve years of friendship almost ended that day, all for a fuckin’ lil girl Jeongguk’s known for one year. Needless to say, Yoongi dropped it.
From what he gathered through Jeongguk’s rushed and rambled words over the phone, someone from Daechwita saw her go into Jeongguk’s dressing room. And just like that, years of hard work down the drain. Yoongi had almost laughed when Jeongguk said it. You’re a fucking idiot, Jeongguk. Not one of you had faltered publicly, shown a weakness. Don’t get him wrong, the other gangs were well aware that you guys could serve as weaknesses for one another, the problem with that is you all weren’t fucking weak. There was never an opening for the other gangs. Now though, there was. She was. She is. Daechwita struck fucking gold that night.
So here he was, annoyed and beyond pissed that his Saturday was now ruined. The one time in a fucking week where he could do whatever he wanted. No business, no drugs, no guns, nothing. He was planning on spending the weekend with his dog, Holly, who was recovering from a broken leg at his nanny. Yes, his dog had a nanny. He hasn’t seen Holly since Sunday, and fuck did he miss his furball. To add the cherry on top, you were starting to piss him off even more. He didn’t need this right now, it was the last fucking thing he needed— especially from you.
“Listen, she hasn’t done shit, she’s innocent, and we—“
“Hasn’t done shit? He pulled a fucking gun on you? Are you—”
“Alright alright, nows not the time to fight over this dumb shit. If we don’t go and something actually happens to her Jeongguk’s gonna kill us all.” Taehyung sighed, taking one last hit off the joint and then smushing it against the ashtray. “Is it ideal? Nah, it’s not. But we don’t have a choice, so grow the fuck up. Both of you,” he tucked the glock into the waistband of his trousers, his favorite pair of white Gucci underwear tugging down as the metal of the gun rubbed against his tanned skin, securing it into place.
You stood up too, adjusting your two favorite guns— a GSR Granite and a PK380— that were secured on either side the holster that hung from your shoulders. “Yeah, yeah, let’s help the princess,” you darted toward the coat rack, careful not to “accidentally” punch Yoongi on the way, and picked up the leather jacket Jeongguk gave you a few years back to hide your holster with. Not to mention it was mid-February and Long Island was cold as fuck, the last thing you wanted was frostbite.
When you swung the door open you could hear Yoongi sigh in relief, followed by him telling Taehyung to shove the suitcase under the loveseat again. You walked down the stairs, careful not to bust your shit on some black ice while simultaneously eyeing Seokjin who sat in the Cadillac SUV, the one you guys specifically used when shit went wrong. He immediately saw you, a tight smile formed on his face. He shook his head slowly. Looks like someone isn’t happy either.
You walked up to the car, grabbing the cold door handle of the backseat but changed your mind last minute to move to the passenger door instead. Fuck Yoongi, I’m getting shotgun.
“Hey!” You heard Yoongi yell from the top of the stairs, you raised your arm into the air and flicked him off, peeking over the hood of the car to make sure he saw. And see he did, you watched him roll his eyes and yell something to Taehyung again.
You slammed the door shut and slumped into the very heated chair, “Damn Jin, you got this thing at a hundred degrees? How is your ass that cold?”
“How badly did he piss you off?” Jimin asked from the backseat, a mischievous smile forming on his face. You shrugged, not bothering to answer but knowing damn well why you did it. Because you were being a petty little shit, because fuck Yoongi right now, and above all, because fuck Jeongguk. Next time you saw him you might actually take him by the balls and rip them right off his fucking body.
You didn’t want to help her. You didn’t feel like it. It was twelve degrees out for fucksake. You and Taehyung were supposed to get high and binge-watch season two of Kingdom on Netflix. Was she innocent and didn’t deserve to be taken against her will? Sure, that you can admit. But, you didn’t know her. Never talked to her. Didn’t care about her. Jeongguk suddenly wants you guys to help her? Possibly talk and actually touch her? Now that it’s convenient to have his “friends” there? The list goes on. You weren’t a complete bitch, though, you were here, weren’t you? That ought to account for something.
Yoongi didn’t comment on you taking his usual spot. He entered the car, followed by Taehyung and with a quickened pace he immediately dove into a sloppy word vomit. He went over the plan a total of six times before you guys even pulled out of the driveway. Was it a good, well-thought-out plan? Fuck no. Fuck no, it was not. Yoongi had put in about forty minutes of thought into it, thirty of which were immediately after Jeongguk hung up on him— the other ten he thought of while explaining the first thirty to the three of you.
Daechwita was hosting an annual birthday party for their leader, Cha Eunwoo. Not that any of you ever went, with the exception of three years ago. The one and only time you went turned out to be a truly scarring night. Sweaty, gross gang and mafia members all around you. Preying on you. You shuddered at the thought.
Why they would kidnap Jihyo tonight of all nights was beyond you. Your most reasonable conclusion was that there will be civilians, friends— non-gang affiliated individuals present. And who’s evil enough to shoot up a party full of innocent civilians? As of right now, you were eerily close to crossing that line.
Yoongi went over everyone's individual roles too. Jeongguk had notified Eunwoo that Joon, Hobi, and Rhea were coming with him, for safety measures, obviously. He however didn’t mention that the four of you will eventually show up too— no, that had to remain a secret. You and Yoongi would go in through the basement window in the backyard. The house was like twelve-thousand-square feet, so, there was no fucking way anyone would notice one single window shattering.
Taehyung and Jimin would go in through the South-side balcony, climbing their way in. Directly into Cha Eunwoo’s room. You guys didn’t suspect that they hid Jihyo there, but, you weren’t going to take chances in checking the heavily guarded room. Once everyone was in, you’d all signal to Jeongguk, who by that time will already be meeting with Eunwoo and discussing a deal to release her.
Jeongguk was going to kill Eunwoo. You knew it. Yoongi knew it. Everyone knew it. It didn’t need to be said. Jeongguk pulled a gun out on his childhood best friend for her, there was no way he wasn’t plotting to kill Eunwoo. That's right, let your true colors shine, Jeongguk. You wanted the little lawyer to see him, to really see him. Not the fake “I only deal with the business side” fasad he had been showing her.
She hadn’t seen him kill someone, grip their fucking throat until all the air in their lungs depleted and they were left a lifeless corpse, all while he stared into their eyes, never faltering from their dying gaze. One thing about Jeongguk was, he respect anyone deserving of it in their final moments— never looking away from them. To him, it was the least he could do. The business you were all in was tough; people died, whether it was at your hand or not, it was another normal day.
You wondered if she’d cry, if she’d leave him. How she could watch Jeongguk sign off a deal worth one million in narcotics and then go to her fancy Ivy university the next day and pretend to be something she wasn’t. She was a liar— that’s for sure, but, hey, you were too.
The Daechwita mansion was mesmerizing, to put it lightly. It was a traditional Italian mansion, engraved and extravagant old stone. It had two fountains— yes, two separate fountains upon entering the circular driveway. In a way, it resembled the White House- minus the ugly and the legal politics. The front of the house, had about thirty symmetrical windows, fifteen on each side and another thirty in the back. A grand staircase that led to the golden double-entry doors. Daechwita was fucking flashy. A little too much, for your taste.
The problem was, you couldn’t drive in. They knew your faces, and by now, Eunwoo had probably issued a notice to look out for the missing four Bangtan members. So, simply driving in was out of the question. You would have to park outside the metal gates, climb the South-side of the fence and pray that the electricity wasn’t on, and then proceed with the rest of the plan. If the electricity was on, you’d go with Plan B. Kill the two guards in front and sneak in that way. Personally, that was the plan you preferred, the last thing you wanted to do was climb an eight-foot fence and pray you don’t get electrocuted on the way up.
Then again, Plan B had its own flaws. Seokjin would have to stay in the SUV and hack his was into their security camera database. If he managed to get through, that is without notifying any of the Daechwita members, it’d give you guys about thirty to an hour of time before someone would eventually notice the breach. Once they did, it would endanger everyone and possibly get Jihyo killed. Not that the last part mattered to you.
Climbing it is.
Seokjin had parked the car so frantically that you were surprised Jimin and Yoongi hadn’t flown out the back and directly into the front window. “My bad,” he muttered as everyone tried to catch their breath.
“No worries, next time, don’t break too hard,” Taehyung said patting Seokjin’s shoulder then opening the backdoor and being the first to hop out.
Seokjin nodded, embarrassed for letting his nerves get the best of him. Shortly after, you followed Taehyung out of the car, hopping out of it with a huff, until everyone was out. “Fuck that bitch is huge,” Taehyung commented on the top of the mansion peering through the tall bushes. Within the cracks of the bushes, you could see the lights glistening from the home, dancing against the fountain's waters.
“Hell yeah, it is,” Jimin agreed, being the first to start walking toward the towering fence.
It was a short walk, four minutes max if you had to guess. The dread of having to climb the fence was beginning to settle in. Not that you couldn’t do it, you could. But it was fucking huge. Seven feet? Ten? You can’t fucking tell in the darkness. There was a pause, no one uttering a word as you all gazed at the obstacle ahead of you. Fuck it. You weren’t going to sit here and be a crybaby, the longer you stood the farther away episode one of the Kingdom became.
“I’ll do it,” you heard the sighs of relief around you. Fuckers. Jimin even began to laugh, muttering something along the lines of being happy that he was happy he wasn’t the first one to go up. At that moment, you promised yourself that you’d punch him in the gut when this was all over and done with.
The fence had black borders, in it were white engravings that you couldn’t quite make out in the darkness. The fence was separated with a line in the middle, making your job of climbing it, much easier. The white engravings twirled to the top, leaving no pointed edges for one of you to cut yourselves with. Easy. This is going to be easy. You got this. You coached yourself through the waves of anxiety that began to riddle your body.
You wiped your sweaty palms against your pants and ran at the fence. Grabbing the black borders with both of your hands and hoisting yourself upwards. Once you lifted yourself from the ground, your foot lodged itself between one of the twirled engravings. You gave it a push, making sure it wasn’t going to break under the pressure of your weight. It didn’t. You were good.
You repeated the actions until you made it three-fourths to the top. Stopping yourself to examine the curved black border at the top for any electrical wires. It was dark, but you would be able to see the reflection of the wire against the visible moonlight. It didn’t look like there were any wires so, with a final deep breath you grabbed the top of the fence. Fuck. Fuck.
“Zzzzzzzzzz…” You could hear repeated noises coming from the bottom. You were going to kill them, all three of them. Yes. You’d kill them right after you manage to jump this fence. One by one.
“Fucking dicks,” you muttered as you took the final leap across the fence. Once you managed to rotate your body, you flipped them off, smiling proudly at yourself. Ha. Ha. You guys are pussies.
The route down the fence was easier than the one to the top. Not to mention, knowing you weren’t going to die from electricity certainly helped. By the time your feet hit the ground with a thud, the three rabid-infested animals you called your friends had already begun climbing the fence.
“Alright, we needa’ split up,” Yoongi said, landing lightly against the soiled ground.
"Sounds good, send the signal once ya’ll made it,” Taehyung swung his arm around Jimin, ushering him forward. He stopped in his tracks a few seconds later and looked back to you and Yoongi, “and please be safe. I don’t wanna have to finish Kingdom by myself.”
Taehyung’s smile didn’t meet his eyes. The severity of this mission hadn’t settled onto any of you, yet. You guys were like lambs in a house full of wolves. Nine against what— fifty, hundred? You know Taehyung didn’t mean to get sentimental, but, the fear was always there. Especially now. You nodded and smiled at him, sending him and Jimin off with a wave and thumbs up.
You turned to Yoongi, who had his lips caught in between his teeth, “Listen, I-“
“Not now, Yoongs. We’ll talk about it at home,” you grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it gently and telling him you two should get going.
The walk to the back-end of the mansion was long. Long as fuck. Who needs this much fucking space for a house? Not you, that's for sure. They probably haven’t explored every room the mansion had, no way. Who knows how many rooms there were, fifteen? Twenty? Thirty? One for every window? Not to mention, it was almost below freezing and if you and Yoongi didn’t hurry the fuck up and get there in five minutes you both might die from hypothermia.
“My ass cheeks are freezing,” Yoongi muttered from behind you.
If you weren’t on the brink of death, you would’ve laughed. The both of you were crouching slightly, enough to be able to run through the tall bushes without being spotted by the guards while simultaneously hiding. The first few minutes were fine, you both ran effortlessly, at ease, you were one with the wind— or whatever track athletes say to convince themselves they enjoy running. But then, the cold began to pinch at your throat, then your lungs. About halfway there, Yoongi said he couldn’t feel his fingers anymore and you couldn’t either. And right now, your toes were beginning to give out. You couldn’t feel them anymore, the tightness of your combat boots might actually be killing you. Fuck Jeongguk for recommending these to you, and fuck Prada.
You approached the end of the bushes, out of breath and shaking from the cold. You peered over the corner of the bush to check if you could spot anyone— anything. Clear. Fuck yes, the coast was clear. You sighed in relief and gave Yoongi the go.
Whatever energy he had left, Yoongi mustered it from the pits of his soul and ran toward the backside of the house, grabbing a stone on his way over and shattering the glass of the window with so much force he temporarily paralyzed himself from the sheer shock. You peered the corner once more, making sure no one was approaching the side of the house from the sound of the glass shattering.
No one, again. Fuck was this your lucky day. Thank you universe, you mighty, beautiful, ball of matter. You followed Yoongi’s path, when you turned the corner, you saw him kicking the remainder of the glass to ensure you both didn’t cut yourselves on the way in. Diiiing. A vibration in your jacket. You take your phone out, wincing at the brightness you forgot to turn down, and read the notification.
tae: we’re in, this guy has a sick obsession with hentai
hobi: be safe. also wtf? eunwoo wanted jk alone so we’re outside some weird fuckin door in the basement, should be a backdoor so try to go through there.
hobi: ps dont text too much theyre gonna start tweaking
hobi: also they took all of our shit, we have nothing
Hentai? Eunwoo likes hentai? What the fuck? They don’t have weapons? Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. This was going to be a bitch. “Hobi gave us the go. They’re somewhere down here, let’s hope they didn’t hear that,” your eyes avert to the broken window.
Yoongi nodded, bending down and swinging his legs through the window. “This is small as fuck,” he ushers his body through the tight space, wincing as his body accidentally grinds against fragments of broken glass. Although you knew his jacket was taking most of the heat, rather than his body you still cringe at the sight.
Yoongi hopped onto the floor with a groan, checking the surroundings for any loose Daechwita members. He then popped his head through the frame and gave you the stupid smile you adored so much. You shoved your phone back into your jacket and bent down, one hand planted against the wet grass while the other grabbed the rough brick wall. You placed both of your feet through the frame and slowly slithered in. About halfway in Yoongi grabbed your waist, whispering, “I got you,” and aiding you onto the floor. Once your feet safely touched the floor you thanked him, telling him he just wanted an excuse to touch you. Yoongi rolled his eyes at the comment, his cheeks, however, shined a bright pink. Cute.
“Did Hoseok say where they were exactly?” You shook your head, taking out your phone and checking Hoseok’s message once more, “we’re outside some weird fuckin door in the basement.” Well, that wasn’t helpful. Pretty useless actually, besides the basement part.
“Nope. Weird door and basement, that's it,” You flipped your phone so that the lit screen faced Yoongi. He scrunched his nose and squinted at it, eyes following the text of Hoseok’s message. He hummed and turned away from you, dismissing you. He lifted his jacket and shirt in a swift motion and grabbed the pistol, bouncing it in his hand a few times to adjust to the weight of it.
You did the same, lifting the side with the zipper of your jacket and grabbing one of the Italian Stiletto Knives you kept hidden in a pocket on the holster. If shit hit the fan you’d take out your gun, until then, you can’t go guns blazing and make a ruckus. Knives will do.
Yoongi peeked over the corner, then he quickly retreated back in. His eyes jumped around eventually settling on your confused gaze, “Two of em’. Once I go, you follow. Get the one on the left, just knock him out,” you nodded at the command, watching Yoongi twist around the wall to check again.
His hand lifted upwards, motioning for you to follow. You crouched down and followed him out of the room. The two guards were walking towards the end of the hall, backs faced to you both. It was a few seconds of you both crouching until you lunged forward and pressed your knife against the guy's throat, not enough to slit it, but enough so he got the memo, your other hand covered his mouth. He stuttered, trying his best to bend his back forward and flip you over. You kept your feet planted against the concrete restricting him from doing exactly that. You moved your hand that held the knife so that your arm could swing around his throat, snuggling it like a snake would to its prey. You kept the knife close to his ear, just in case. You looped your hand through the opening of the one that held his mouth and tightened your grasp, not enough to kill him. He struggled in your grasp, arms flailing, trying their best to grab you in any way possible. Two minutes later, he passed out.
You placed his limp body against the wall, upright, then turned to Yoongi who had copied you, the other man laid in the same position as the one you knocked out. Neither of you spoke. You couldn’t. There could be another two, or however many guards around the corner. Body language it is. Yoongi was breathing heavily, gun held tightly with his slender fingers. He tilted his head to the right, motioning toward the end of the hallway.
You nodded, creeping your way toward the end of the hall. You paused, allowing your ears to do what they evolved to do. Nothing. You relaxed, pressing your back against the wall and peeking over the wall. Nothing. Just moldy grey, almost black walls, but no bodies in sight. You used your left hand to shoot Yoongi a thumbs up and proceeded down the dark hallway.
This hallway split into two. One, from what you could see lead to a dead end with a simple vent in the middle of it, the other, a bit further was still unknown. You moved up the hallway, telling Yoongi to start unscrewing the vent in case, and pressed your body again the wet wall, repeating the same actions. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How many is that? Six? Seven? Ten? Probably more that you couldn't see. Your eyes dart over the Daechwita members. You could see the black and gold jackets from here, the way the gold symbol of their gang, a dragon, shined against the white bulbs that hung from the ceiling. You kept looking around, until a figure cut the corner, looking into your direction. You held your breath, not quick enough to retreat, your eyes met the strangers. Hoseok. Hoseok. Oh fuck. Hoseok’s right there.
You retreated knowing you couldn’t stare at him too long. The Daechwita’s could get suspicious and look your way. Jackpot. If Hoseok was here, it meant Jeongguk was too. You ran back to Yoongi, who had unscrewed the vent and placed it next to him. “Let me guess.”
“I just saw Hobi, we’re close. But we’re also gonna,” you crouched down, looking into the dark vent, “have to go in there.”
Yoongi bit his bottom lip, fiddling with the flesh. Contemplating if it was worth going into the vent. Logically, they couldn’t just barge into the hallway and gun everyone down. You guys didn’t know how many of them there were, or if Jeongguk and Jihyo were safe with Eunwoo. You didn’t know anything. So yes— vent it is.
“I’m going to puke,” you sat on your knees. It reeked of weed and from what you could tell— shit. Real shit. Yoongi gave you a pat on the ass and whispered good luck.
“You have to go in too, y’know.”
You looked back to Yoongi, who was smirking directly at— your ass. No shit he was enjoying this, if you got to stare at your ass, you’d be enjoying it too. He nodded, “I know, I’m just going to be enjoying my view on the way.”
Idiot. You rolled your eyes, ignoring the heat forming on your face. You placed both palms against the cold, slimy surface and trudged forward, doing your best to keep the bile down while limiting your breathing as much as possible. The vents were hot, despite the cold metal. You figured it would be hot, mid-winter and all.
As you crawled forward, you heard Yoongi enter the vent behind you. Heavy steps reassured you of his presence. Left. Straight. Right. Another left. There you are. “You know what I fucking want.” You immediately recognized the voice— you could never forget Eunwoo’s sweet, sweet voice.
A pause.
You ushered forward, doing your best to see something, anything through the cracks of the vent. From what you could make out, you and Yoongi were on the right corner of the room. Jeongguk was sitting on a couch in front of you while Eunwoo sat on the other one, Jihyo by his side. Hoseok had told you guys in his text that they didn’t have weapons. That, however, didn't mean Eunwoo didn't have a gun hidden on him.
“What is that, Eunwoo?” Jeongguk spoke, leaning forward, pressing his arms against his thighs and tilting his head at Eunwoo. He was testing him.
“Don’t play with me, Jeongguk. I’ll kill her,” Eunwoo smiled, index finger grazing over Jihyo’s cheek. You could see the tears, the fear on her face when Eunwoo touched her. For a moment, you felt bad for the girl. Sad that she had to go through this. But, she knew the price of being with someone like Jeongguk. Now’s she’s just paying for it.
Jeongguk’s hand twitched, you caught it. He was trying his best to not leap over the couch and strangle that fucker with his bare fucking hands. “__.”
You blinked. Unsure if you heard the name correctly. You? What the fuck would Eunwoo want with you? Jeongguk would never. He would never give you up this easily for a mere girl. Someone he hasn’t even known for a year. You’ve known him for a decade. There was no fucking way. No. No. No. He wouldn’t do that to you.
“What else?”
Huh?
Else?
Jeongguk’s gaze didn’t move from Jihyo’s. At that moment, you realized he would give you up. He’d give you up if it meant he could have her back. Anger. Nothing else besides anger surged through your body. You shoved the knife back into the holster and grabbed your gun. Something touched your calve, causing you to flinch.
Fuck, Yoongi was here. He was gripping your calve, stopping you from breaking the vent and shooting Jeongguk in the face. “Breathe, baby, breathe,” his hand rubbed your back. He heard it, too. He almost wish he hadn’t. The way Jeongguk so effortlessly grazed past giving you up and onto whatever else Eunwoo wanted. Typically, Yoongi knew Jeongguk would use rather, sporadic means of plans if it meant it’d get the job done. He knew they were all hear-say, that Jeongguk would never actually betray any of you. This, however, Yoongi wasn’t so sure about.
“And 60 million. I know you’ll pay it.”
“Deal.”
You were going to strangle Yoongi if he didn’t let go of your calve. Deal? What fucking deal? He was going to give you up for some lawyer bitch? Some bitch that will rat him out once she’s done with college? Once her high of drug-lord mafia romance fantasy was over? You were seeing red. This was unforgivable, you’ll never forgive him.
“Hand her over, Cha,” Jeongguk rose from the couch and pointed to Jihyo.
“Not so fast, buddy. You give me, __. I give you your little plaything back.” Jeongguk’s hand balled into a fist. You secretly hoped Eunwoo sliced her throat, let the blood spill in front of Jeongguk. Watch his face squeeze into pain as he watched his lover die. You’d love that.
“They’re already here, I sent them a notice right after Mark called me.”
A setup? Was this a fucking set-up? Did he know that Eunwoo would want you? Had he planned to give you up when he called Yoongi? This wasn’t the Jeongguk you knew. No.
Jeongguk ran his hand through his hair, “I’ll call her now. Let her know you gave me Jihyo and,” his hand fell to his side, he pondered for a moment, like he couldn’t believe what he was about to say, “then you can have her.”
Jeongguk took his phone out of his hoodie, shuffling through his contacts until he eventually found your name. You saw the hesitation. It was there, for a split second. Until he pressed your contact info and your phone buzzed in your jacket pocket. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.
The world stilled, you slowly grabbed your phone, tugging it out of your jacket and in front of you. The photo of you and Jeongguk as teenagers smiling at the camera, cheeks smushed against one another. You declined the call. All eyes fell onto the vent. Your cover was blown. This was it. You didn’t look back to see Yoongi’s expression, instead, you rotated your body until your legs were facing the vent, then, you kicked. Kicked fucking hard. The metal cover of the vent flew forward, exposing you and Yoongi.
It felt like a blur like you weren’t the one in control of your body. You kicked the vent, got up, avoided Jeongguk immediately, and turned to Eunwoo, not giving him the chance to take out his hidden gun before putting a bullet in each of his thighs. You spit in his face, avoiding his screams, and grabbed his hair, roughly turning his head upwards, “Be glad I didn’t shoot your cock off.”
You let go of Eunwoo’s hair and lifted his suit blazer, revealing a holster similar to yours with two pistols, you grabbed them both. “Yoongi, kill everyone outside,” you turned to him, throwing both pistols at him. He shoved his gun into his waistband and caught both of the guns, immediately nodding and shoving the door open.
“Eunwoo! No fuckin’ way, you killed that fuck—“
One. Two. The guy fell to the ground.
Yoongi gave Hoseok the first gun, throwing the other at Namjoon who sat in the corner, and briefly apologized to Rhea for not having a third. He then took out his own and for the first time tonight— he felt relaxed, in control.
You faced Jeongguk and for the first time in ten years, you saw fear. Fear that was directed at you. He knew you heard what he said, heard him fuck up. And he was fucking scared, scared because in so many ways you were a direct reflection of himself. Chaotic, lost to anger, all of it. And right now, you looked at him with so much anger and hatred in your eyes he feared for his life. He feared for Jihyo’s life.
You didn’t shoot him. “If I see her again, I’ll kill her. I’m not fucking kidding.”
You didn’t acknowledge her. She was a mere memory in your world, one that you would make sure you’ll never see again. Jeongguk looked at you with hurt eyes, you knew he loved her. He cared for her. For the first proper time in his life, he loved someone romantically. Cherished them.
What Jeongguk did tonight was unforgivable. He betrayed you. That, you’ll never forget.
You walked out of the room, ignoring Eunwoo’s screams of pain and the way Jeongguk’s expression tugged at your heart. Fuck you, Jihyo. You grabbed the PK380 and shot the first Daechwita member you saw.
You didn’t consider yourself a killer, it happened to come with the job. The guilt was another aspect that wasn’t included in the job description but came anyway. It didn’t disappear as time moved forward, it slowly descended into nothingness you learned to ignore. On occasion, you could feel it prick your heart, hoping you don’t pull the trigger, taking another life. How could you not, though? It was your main job in Bangtan, other than Jeongguk, you were the fastest, the most apathetic— you were evil. You killed without mercy, without a second glance, because it was your job— it was expected of you.
Sometimes— often, when you were borderline blackout drunk— you’d look back at your first kill. The way the gun shook in your hand as you pointed it at the man, watching the fear in his eyes grow rapidly by the second. The sweat bubbled on his forehead, the tears forming in his eyes, how he fought against the ropes that binded him to the chair. The way Jeongguk gripped your shoulders, trying to steady you. The way he whispered in your ear, his warm breath making contact with your neck. You could still hear it, the softness in his voice, the adornment, “You got this baby, I believe in you.” You shot him in the head, nice and easy. At the time you were still young and foolish, you hoped the man didn’t suffer as the bullet you shot lodged itself through his skull.
It was also during that time your viewpoint on Jeongguk began to change. He was always there for you, always there when you needed someone to talk to, someone to cry to. You never meant for it to happen, you wanted to see him as only a brother, as family. But then he’d sneak into your room late at night and hold you, placing soft kisses on your shoulder and neck as you lulled to sleep. You couldn’t fucking help but get attached to him— fall in love with him.
He was different, unlike the other guys. He didn’t want you to see him as a brother, he wanted you to think about him, he wanted you to love him. He wanted you to stay up at night and fantasize about him. Yet, Jeongguk never loved you, he couldn’t, it was something he fought with for years. He tried desperately because he wanted to love you. You were like a missing puzzle piece to him, perfectly fitting into the hollow space in his heart. You two were so similar it often scared him, and maybe, just maybe, that’s why Jeongguk couldn’t love you the way you loved him— because he didn’t love himself. It ate him alive for years, sometimes still does.
He knew you loved him, you fucking admitted it to his face and all he could do was reject you, watch your face drop, and pretend like you were okay with it. He had to do it for your sake and for Bangtan’s, he couldn’t lie and pretend to love you. He knew it was his doing, he was the one that made the conscious decision to come into your room every night. You were beautiful, he was still young at the time, careless, and wanted to get his dick wet by his pretty friend— nothing more, nothing less. He was terrified that you’d leave after that, pack your bags and never talk to any of them again and it would all be his fucking fault. The other guys would kill him for losing someone like you. You were important, not just because you excelled at your job but because you were family to them. They’d take a bullet for you, even if it meant killing him to get you back.
“__, can you chill? Please!” Someone screamed from behind you, footsteps banging against the pavement of the Daechwita house like a bull. You didn’t bother to turn around, didn’t care enough to. If they tried to stop you right now, you’d shoot them too.
You were seething, completely ignoring the little voice in your head telling you to calm down, collect yourself, and get the fuck out of this damned house. You knew you were fucking up— that you fucked up the second you kicked the vent open and shot Eunwoo in his thighs. Should’ve been his cock, he deserved it. You’ve shot, twenty, thirty, you have no idea how many Daechwita members. If you saw a hint of gold on their jacket, a dragon anywhere on their skin, they were dead scum to you. Eunwoo crossed the line tonight, and as they all work for that sick fuck it meant they are just as liable.
The guys were going to give you a bitching, not tonight, or tomorrow, maybe in a week, when you’ve calmed down. The only person who knew what Jeongguk said as of right now was Yoongi, and you were going to make sure they all fucking knew it too. That if you saw Jihyo again after tonight, you’d kill her, and then you’d kill Jeongguk and whoever else let that bitch into the house. Logically, you knew it wasn’t her fault. After all, Jeongguk was the one that fucking said it, not her. But, it was because of her and that was good enough of a reason for you to never want to see her again.
What if you weren’t in the vent? What if you went in blindly, protecting him and her just to get fucked? What then? What fucking th—
“Please, just listen to me—“ You were pulled back by the collar of your leather jacket. You stumbled for a second, quickly gathering yourself and rotating your right arm backward, firmly pressing the gun against the person’s ribs. This is uncomfortable. The stranger’s hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you around, you raised your other gun, swiftly pressing it against their temple, index finger teasing the trigger. “I need you to calm down.”
Hoseok? Fuck. Fuck. You almost shot Hoseok. What the fuck? He let go of your shoulders in a panic and grabbed your face, bringing it closer to his. His hands shook against your skin, is he crying? “We need to get out of here, please, you need to listen to me.” His forehead touched yours and he didn’t blink, eyes begging you to listen to him.
“Yeah, okay. Yeah.”
“You fucking bitch!”
Fuck. You pushed Hoseok off of you, letting him fall back and away from whoever was coming at you. Boom. You stepped back, looking down if there was blood spilling anywhere from you. Good, you were good. Calm the fuck down. You were in a hallway, close to the main entrance. You had been mindlessly shooting, not considering where you were or how many of them were there. A big bald guy stared at you from the end of the hallway, gun pointed directly at you. Clearly the fucker can’t shoot because you were a straight shot away and he still fucking missed. And unlike the baldy, you don’t miss.
You lifted your gun and shot him, it came naturally to you— the aiming. You never missed the exact location of where you wanted the bullet to shoot. It was second nature to you now, ten points for the bullseye. His brain scattered across the walls, painting it red. His large body slumped to the ground, head cracked into two. He deserved to die with his blood spilling out, but you didn’t have time for that right now.
“Hobi?”
You turned to your friend, who stared at you with an unreadable expression. It made you uncomfortable, like he was trying to make you understand the severity of what you did. Like you should be ashamed for what you’ve done, what you did right now. “Do you know, what he said?”
He sighed, lips pursing and eyes pointing to the ground below him, ashamed in his friend. He knew what Jeongguk said. Yoongi screamed it to him after you hauled out the room, killing five of the Daechwita members in thirty seconds, scaring the literal shit out of everyone. He’d never seen you like this, this was another level for him. Hoseok was in charge of the sniping on missions, he was never on the battlefield, far away from watching everyone turn into animals. He would only shoot if it was the last resort. Tonight was all types of fucked up, he shouldn’t be here. No one should, you shouldn’t be doing this.
He couldn’t blame you, though. After hearing what Jeongguk said to Eunwoo, he paused, unsure if he’d heard it correctly. Jeongguk had to have had an alternative motive, giving you up would be the stupidest thing he’d ever done— and that was a long list. He wouldn’t give you up, even if it meant giving his girlfriend up. You were an asset, you were important, without you, they wouldn’t be who they are now. As disappointed he was in Jeongguk, he knew there was more to his plan, there had to be.
“I do.”
“And?”
“We need to get out of here, __.”
You were angry, trying to press him into an argument where he defended Jeongguk. He didn’t want to fight with you right now, you were hurt and upset. He wasn’t going to add fuel to the fire, even if you wanted it. Much to his surprise, you turned around and headed for the entrance without another word. He winced when you shot the bald guy again, completely unnecessarily if he said so himself.
You swung the front door open. Everyone was there, all three cars. Seokjin’s, Namjoon’s, and Jeongguk’s. Silence. No one spoke as you walked over to Seokjin’s SUV and swung the door open so harshly you were surprised it didn’t fall off the fucking car. You didn’t check if Jeongguk was there, if she was there. You didn’t want to get more upset. You couldn’t cause any more damage.
You settled into the cold leather chair, looking down at your leather jacket, oh my god. Oh my fucking god. You hadn’t noticed. Everything was red, completely fucking red. You were covered in blood, none of your own. Your hands, shirt, jacket, pants, shoes, fucking everything, there wasn’t a spot on your fucking body where you weren’t red. You opened the car’s mirror panel, moving the plastic so that the rectangular mirror allowed you to see your reflection. You nearly gasped, red, red red. In your hair, on your cheeks. Your eyes were red too, were you fucking crying?
You felt filthy, disgusting. This was fucking disgusting. What did you fucking do? Holy shit, what the fuck did you do? You closed the panel, turning the safety back on and shoving your guns into the holster. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was too much. From the moment Yoongi busted the window in, up until this very moment with Seokjin. It was overwhelming, you felt suffocated. The walls in the car felt smaller, like they wanted to crush you. You could feel their eyes, watching you have a complete fucking breakdown. You bent down, letting your elbows jab against your thighs, the smell of iron hit your nose with so much ferocity you had to hold down a gag. Fuck you, fuck you. You were a fucking murderer, no better than Jeongguk. You killed them. You did. You, you.
Seokjin’s hand rested on your back, wincing from how slippery the leather had become. “Take me home,” you sounded so broken. He bit his lip, wondering if it was appropriate to comfort you or if he should just fucking drive.
“Please,” you whispered.
He took one last good look at everyone, they were all staring into the car. He’d be too, they were worried. They saw it— saw you break down. Saw you notice the blood, the reality of the situation. He didn’t know what happened back there, no one spoke as they left the house. It was uncomfortable, the tension that was surrounding everyone, oozing off of them. No one spoke, they just waited for Hoseok to come back with you, hoping you won’t shoot him. Then, Yoongi punched Jeongguk in the fucking face, startling everyone. Jeongguk let him, didn’t fight back. Something bad happened in there and to be fair, Seokjin was afraid of what would happen once they were home.
You didn’t speak again, drive it is. He wasn’t going to push it. You were strong, didn’t need his pity right now. He didn’t hesitate to send Namjoon the signal to get the fuck out and shifted the car into reverse, leaving everyone behind.
Yoongi had driven with Namjoon and Hoseok. Jimin, Taehyung and Rhea went with Jeongguk. They didn’t know, meaning they won’t kill Jeongguk on the way home, that can wait until they were home. He’d kill that fucker with his bare hands.
They were close to the house, Yoongi’s hand shook against the metal of his gun. He wouldn’t put it down, no matter how much Namjoon begged him to. He was upset, didn’t care about Jeongguk’s explanation right now. The rest of them weren’t there to see him dismiss you so lightly, like you were nothing to him compared to Jihyo. They weren’t there to see how the second you kicked that vent open, Jeongguk looked at you for a second and then immediately to Jihyo. He never looked away from her. Never. It was as if she was the only one in the room. It angered him, how Jeongguk ignored the both of you after you two saved his fucking ass.
“C’mon, Yoongi, you can’t shoot him.”
“And if I do?”
Yoongi looked up to the rearview mirror, Namjoon was already staring at him. Eye’s angry but pitiful, he felt bad. They all did. He wasn’t going to shoot Jeongguk, he couldn’t, it would complicate the situation more. He’d leave that decision to you, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try and scare the fucker. Yoongi looked away, slumping into the car seat. He let his head fall back against the leather, trying to ignore all the illogical thoughts penetrating his mind.
“Yo guys, JK is going to stay with Jihyo. Jimin just texted me saying he’ll drop them off and leave.”
Yoongi’s hands gripped the gun, knuckles turning white.
Namjoon sighed, “That’s probably for the best.”
What a pussy. What a fucking pussy. Yoongi sighed, looking down at his gun, and turned the safety back on with a click. He swore he heard Hoseok sigh in relief from the passenger seat. He felt like a child throwing a tantrum, he was angry, sure, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could beat the living shit out of Jeongguk, and he already punched him earlier and it did absolutely nothing for him. There was nothing he could do, not even if he wanted to. He’d kill Jeongguk and then what? Fucking nothing. They’d crumble.
He’d have to wait until you calmed down, and then talk to you. Listen to what you’d want to do, if you wanted to leave. Fuck. That hadn’t been an option for years, not since the last time you and Jeongguk had a falling out. This wasn’t like that though, this was another level, this was betrayal. If you wanted to leave, there was nothing they could do to stop you. Jeongguk was still their leader, they needed him as much as they needed you.
Then there was Jihyo. He wasn’t even sure how Jeongguk would go about that. Daechwita knew of her now, knew her name, probably where she lived, where she went to school. Normally, in a situation like this, Jeongguk would have her live with the rest of them. It was the safest, smartest option. Daechwita wouldn’t dare to penetrate their house, no fucking way. But there was no way you’d let her step into the house, even if they snuck her in and you found out, god knows what would happen then. As bad as he felt for Jeongguk, he set himself up for this. His explanation would have to be fucking amazing. Something so miraculous the rest of them would bow on their knees and thank him for being such a genius.
“We’re here,” Namjoon’s finger tapped his knee.
Yoongi looked out the tinted window, they were home. The SUV Seokjin had been driving was parked near the stairs, empty. Seokjin sat on the stairs, head hanging between his knees with a cigarette in between his fingers. He heard the engine and looked up, relieved to see them here, quickly getting up from the stairs and tossing the cigarette into one of the bushes.
He jogged up to them, “Are you guys good?”
Namjoon nodded, “Jeongguk here yet?”
Seokjin shook his head, looking to the front gates, “Nah. Jimin texted me saying he’s going to stay with Jihyo tonight.”
“Yeah, he texted us too,” Hoseok shut the car door, joining the circle.
“What happened with them?”
Yoongi got out too, they were looking to him to provide the explanation. He was the only one there, besides you, Hoseok only knew a few details so he wasn’t of much help. With a deep breath, he explained it to them, not letting the anger wash over his body again. “Eunwoo wanted her and money in exchange for Jihyo. Nothing more, he breezed past her like she wasn’t shit to him.”
“You don’t think he was just trynna’ stall?” Hoseok asked, not intentionally trying to piss him off.
“No.” Yoongi sighed, “I mean I don’t fucking know, man. He wouldn’t stop staring at her, even after __ shot Eunwoo. I get it, he’s in love, scared of losin’ her. He looked terrified, I’ve never seen him like that, I think he was being deadass bout’ it.”
“As fucked up as it is, we need to hear him out. Not today, but someday, we’re in deep shit with Daechwita now.”
Namjoon’s words caused a shudder to spread throughout them. He’d almost forgotten about Daechwita. About the fact that you might’ve paralyzed Eunwoo, that they killed so many of their men. Eunwoo wasn’t going to let it slide, he’d kill Jihyo the first chance he got, then he’d kill you and the rest of them. It might not be a problem tomorrow, or next week, but eventually, it will be, and an internal conflict between all of you is the last thing that was needed.
The sound of another engine roared through the front yard. The gate opened quickly and Jeongguk’s red Mercedes pulled into the driveway. Namjoon looked at Yoongi, warning him. He wanted to be calm, he did. But he looked at Jeongguk’s front window and he was staring at him. He was looking him dead in the fucking eye. Everyone quickly spilled out of the car, and Yoongi charged forward. Taehyung and Jimin caught him, bodies colliding against his, holding him back.
Jeongguk's brows furrowed, he looked upset. Yoongi knew Jeongguk was aware that he fucked up, but it didn’t matter right now. “Easy there, tiger,” Taehyung spoke into his ear, “let's not do something we’ll regret tomorrow.”
They grabbed his arms, hauling him backward. Jeongguk broke eye contact, reversing his car and speeding away from him, from his family. For some bitch. Yoongi scoffed, releasing himself from his friends and screaming, “Man the fuck up, Jeongguk!”
It’s been three days. Three long fucking days of you sitting in your room. Someone would knock three times a day, leaving food out for you and then leaving you the fuck alone. You silently thanked them for the privacy, for not pushing you to come out. You weren’t sure if Jeongguk came home the night you did or if he went with Jihyo. You heard everyone screaming in the living room, not directly at him so you came to the conclusion that he wasn’t here. Still isn’t.
You weren’t even sure as to why you were holing yourself up in your room. They didn’t do anything to you, there was no logical reason for you to not want to face them. Yet, you couldn’t. You didn’t want to face the responsibility of what will happen with Daechwita. You caused it, you had to fix it. For all you could know, Eunwoo might be paralyzed. You killed so many of them, the blood was on your hands.
You thought of the situation with Jeongguk too, what you wanted to do. You didn’t want to leave and even if you did, where the fuck would you go? Eunwoo had probably already placed a hit on you, you were a target, so that was out of the question. Jeongguk couldn’t leave either, he was the leader, you guys needed him to survive, as much as it pained you to admit that. You were going to have to live with it, with the hurt, the betrayal, with the fact that he didn’t love you. That he never did.
It didn’t dwell on you until last night, just how much you blindly loved him for years. Eight to be exact. You’ve loved him for eight years, like a deranged dog, blindly loving your owner who could give you up at any moment. And give you up he did. It angered you so badly. You’d never give them up, plan or not. It was out of the fucking question. You watched him fall in love with her, even though it pained you. You tried to fall out of love with him, tried to find other guys. Tried to sleep with them, let them take you out on dates, it was all to no avail.
You never wanted to see her again. Never wanted to see the reminder of why Jeongguk will never love you. The reminder of Jeongguk giving you up, betraying you. You were jealous, knowing fully well you had no right to be. He wasn’t yours, never was, never will be. Fuck you, Jeongguk. Fuck you. Fuck him for making you fall in love with him, fuck him for kissing you so many times, and most of all, you wanted to slap yourself for losing your virginity to him.
You hadn’t been with anyone else. Your one and only time, how fucking depressing. You were pathetic. This situation was pathetic. You were twenty-four years old for fuck sake, crying over a guy that hadn’t kissed you in seven years. A guy that rejected you seven years ago. You almost laughed.
You needed to get the fuck out of this room, it was eating you alive. Making you think of things you’ve ignored for years. It was becoming unbearable, having to live with yourself.
There was a knock. Then another.
You sighed, it was probably Taehyung or Jimin leaving you food again. You waited for a minute, then rushed to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open. You fully expected a plate of food waiting for you, not Jeongguk.
Before you could knee him in the dick and throw him out the balcony, his hand covered your mouth, the other pushed you back into your room. He kicked the door close with his foot, moving you forward to quickly lock it. You were tossing and turning against his grip, doing anything to get his hand off your mouth, you licked it, tried to bite, but Jeongguk was fucking strong. Stronger than you, even if you didn’t want to admit it.
“You need to hear me out,” he said, body pressing further into yours to get a better grip of control. He kept pushing you back. Then, your back hit the wall and Jeongguk pushed himself into you. His right knee enveloped your leg, preventing you from even attempting to knee him in the dick. You groaned against his hand, trying to speak, scream at him. It pained you seeing him, he was staring into your fucking soul with his pathetic eyes. You wanted to kill him, you would the second you were free.
His body was entirely pressed against yours, you couldn’t move an inch even if you tried, he bent his neck down, trying to get a better look at you. “I need you to hear me out, __. It’s killing me.”
You squinted your eyes, fuck. You didn’t expect this to be this difficult. You missed your friend, no matter how much you hated him at the moment. He was still someone you had spent the majority of your life with, he was your family. Jeongguk sounded out of breath, he had to have snuck in without anyone noticing him. There was no chance any of the guys would willingly let him talk to you, not without your permission.
“I panicked, okay? I fucking panicked. You need to understand that. Even if you came in before or after I agreed with Eunwoo, I wouldn’t. I fucking wouldn’t. You think I’d really give you up?” You tried to break free, he was hurting you. Watching his eyes twinkle against the moonlight wanted to make you cry. He looked sincere and you hated him for that, for looking like he was actually fucking sorry.
Jeongguk was beautiful. You wanted to punch yourself for thinking of it right now. He had always been beautiful to you. Even right now, after what he’d done, he was beautiful. He was so much older, so much more mature, he wasn’t the same Jeongguk from seven years ago. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth— a nervous habit he had— and stared at you. His ears were red. He was nervous. You didn’t know what to do, you felt suffocated with his body against yours like this. You couldn’t think straight no matter how hard you tried.
Jeongguk’s head sunk lower, forehead touching yours. “I would never give you up, I’d die before I’d do that to you.”
Jeongguk was becoming blurry, you were crying, letting the tears fall from your eyes and onto the top of his palm. “You’re my family, please, I would— I can’t live without you, I don’t even know how I could fucking make it up to you, I’ll do anything. Anything, please,” he choked, out, letting his hand fall, releasing your mouth.
Should you scream? Let everyone know he’s in here so they could beat the shit out of him? Should you just beat the shit out of him? No. You couldn’t. Not with the way he’s staring at you, looking like you’re the only person in the world to him. Jeongguk raised his hands, thumbs wiping the tears from your face.
You couldn’t stop them, they were spilling out, waiting for Jeongguk to clean them up. He was crying too, “I love you,” he said it so quietly you could barely hear it. You think you’re imagining it, are you fucking hallucinating? Had you gone crazy from being alone for three days, that you were hallucinating him? You know how he meant it, that he loved you as a friend. Right now, you didn’t care. He said it, that was enough for you. He hadn’t let go of your face, holding it upright so that you wouldn’t look away from him.
“Say it,” he leaned closer, “please, say it.”
He hadn’t been this close to you in years. The last time was six, seven, years ago? It had become an unspoken rule after he rejected you to not get too close to each other, for your sake. This, however, was testing all of it. He was so close you could smell his cologne, the muskiness you were so familiar with. You could see the scar he got with you when you both were fifteen, you even caught his new lip piercing, this was cruel. Was he playing with you?
Jeongguk pushed himself into you, “Fucking say it, __.”
“I-“ Just how many times had you imagined this? Fifteen? A hundred? Fifteen-hundred?
Jeongguk looked desperate, is he fucking okay? Why did he want to hear you say it? He didn’t love you, he had a fucking— he had a—
“Stop, stop getting in your head,” he was way too fucking close. You could feel his breath on your lips, he was inches away, maybe less. Maybe more, you couldn’t fucking tell, you might pass out. “For fuck sake, tell me—“
“I love you, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk looked like a deer caught in headlights. Your heart pounded against your chest, like it was trying anything to get the fuck out of there. You wanted to get out too, embarrassed for what you just fucking said. What the fuck are you two doing?
“Thought so,” Jeongguk closed the distance between you two, lips molding into yours. You were frozen from the shock, is he fucking kissing you? Why the fuck is he kissing you right now? This had to be a hallucination, there was no fucking way this was real.
“Kiss me back, dammit,” he growled against your lips, diving back in. You didn’t need to be told twice, you kissed back. It had been years since you last kissed someone. Jeongguk kissed as passionately as he did seven years ago. The metal of his lip ring grazed against your lip. He rolled his hip into yours, you could feel it. He was hard. How was this turning him on? Is he a fucking masochist?
Jeongguk’s mouth left yours, he moved to kiss your neck, hands bracing on either side of your head. He was licking and nipping at your neck, moving lower. You didn’t know what was happening, why he suddenly wanted to do this with you.
“Jeongguk,” you moaned, what the fuck? Fifteen minutes ago you were determined you’d kill him if he ever showed himself to you. Now, here you were, about to have sex with him. Is this what it was leading to?
Jeongguk only hummed against your skin, hands cupping your breast, giving it a harsh squeeze. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It felt good, too good. You wanted this so badly, you’ve wanted it for years. He has a fucking girlfriend. Snap the fuck out of it.
“Jihyo—“ Her name slipped out of your mouth.
He stopped. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Jeongguk released you, turning around without another word. You watched as he gripped his hair, bending over and muttering something you couldn’t catch.
“I’m so sorry, holy fuck,” Jeongguk began to pace, unsure what to do. You didn’t know what the fuck was happening, why he did what he did. Was he manipulating you? He’d fuck you good so you forgot about him betraying you? Is that what it is?
“What the fuck are you doing Jeongguk?”
He shook his head, hand bouncing in the air, “I’m sorry. I just came to apologize, seriously. I am fucking sorry, I don’t know what happened to me. When you said it, I just couldn’t—“
It. When you said it. When he said it.
“Are you still together?”
His brows furrowed, unsure of why you were asking him that, “It’s complicated.”
It’s complicated was code for yes, dumbass, we are still together. You wanted to puke at how easily you folded for him. He said a few sweet words and suddenly you were ready to forgive and forget.
“Why’d you say it, Jeongguk?”
“Huh?”
“Why’d you tell me you love me, Jeongguk?”
He blinked, body tense, “I do love you.”
“You don’t tell someone you love them and them dry hump them because you see them as a sister.”
He knew you were right. If you did have sex, what then? Would he suddenly love you? Would he break up with Jihyo to be with you? You didn’t even have to ask to know the answer to your own question. His heart was with her, regardless if his dick was not.
“It felt right, __. I—“
“You what? Thought you could love me because of how badly you wanted to fuck me? Is that it? You don’t love me, Jeongguk, you don’t.”
Jeongguk sat on your bed, frustrated. His palms rubbed at his face as he tried to come up with a good enough explanation. “Do you love me?” The question came out muffled, his palms obstructing his mouth.
“You know the answer to that.”
A sound erupted through the house. Jeongguk got up in a flash, body blocking yours from the door. “What the fuck was that?”
You didn’t know. How the fuck could you know? You were too busy trying to solve your love crisis.
“Jeongguk, get the fuck out of her room or I’ll kill you, I swear it.”
Yoongi. It was Yoongi.
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High Demand
ꕤ- Pairing: Dealer! Jungkook x Reader
ꕤ- WC: 2.6k
ꕤ- A modern day Romeo and Juliet
Content: college student! reader, grumpy jk, brief texting! au, jk is lowkey whipped, drug use (marijuana), reader is his special customer, vaping, opposites attract, suggestive themes, minor jealousy, idiots in love (but they won't admit it), shot gunning, grinding, fwb?
Other Content: thigh riding, high sex, jk titty appreciation, unprotected sex (no.), hand job, soft dom kook, reader is a little needy, brief switch! koo, hickeys, pet names, spit, biting.
Shaking your head with a small giggle as you looked at your phone before tossing it aside. You're totally his favourite. You know he's stubborn and he would never admit it but deep down he loves delivering to you the most.
Looking around your sad and dimly lit dorm, all the lights were off and your roommate was gone for the weekend doing god knows what with her weird ass biology major boyfriend who would collect rabbit tails in jars for 'science'.
You were looking at one right now actually, it seems they left one behind, on the coffee table. It was just fermenting in... you actually weren't sure and didn't want to know.
Your eyes felt like they were on fire the longer you looked at the stupid philosophy paper you were writing. The bright light from your laptop was beginning to drill into your head. Your head lolled to the side glancing at the time on your phone.
It was almost 11:30, and time for a break. Abandoning the device on the couch for a quick wake-up shower; by the time you'd gotten changed and returned to the living room, you could expect Jungkook any minute now.
Except, this is Jungkook we're talking about. He's always late.
That's why when you heard the familiar rattling of the rusty fire escape you were startled. It was a little past midnight. Climbing through the window in nothing but your basketball shorts and a white tee.
Pleasantly surprised to see Jungkook scaling the platform with a bag of takeout pinned in between his teeth. The sight of you looking down at him from where he climbed made his eyebrows raise but of course he couldn't say anything.
Not until he was finally close enough for you to grab the bag from his mouth and he stands up. You climb back inside first with him following behind with a pained sigh. "I'm so sick of coming here. Got me climbing walls like its fucking subway surfers." He curses while you place the food down on the table.
Completely ignoring him, practically drooling as you slowly peeled open the bag. "And I thought you said you weren't gonna bring me anything." He snatches the bag.
"I didn't."
You let yourself fall onto the couch, arms crossed and unbelieving. "Oh yeah? So you just coincidentally craved Wendy's and decided to haul it up three flights up a ladder from your mouth when you could've just eaten it in the car?"
"Yeah exactly." He shrugs, obviously lying.
"Give me the bag, Jungkook."
"Fine. But I'm charging you extra for the delivery and the labour of bringing it up here." He hands it to you and you roll your eyes knowing it was nothing more than a bluff.
"It's not my fault you're out of shape," you mumble unwrapping the burger. "Oh yeah? Is this what out of shape looks like to you?" He says it almost offended but challenged.
Choking briefly on your food as he lifts up his shirt, revealing the defined abs that you have such lewd memories of. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You try climbing 3 flights up a ladder and tell me it's easy." You shrug,
"Not my fault you're banned from the campus." He drops himself down beside you, reaching for the bag of fries and taking some for himself. "But it is, if you hadn't called me to drop off a stash for Angelica's dorm party maybe I could still take the stairs."
You drop your half-eaten burger with apologetic eyes, "How was I supposed to know they were doing random security checks in the lobby? At least you didn't get arrested." You pout and he scoffs.
"Bare minimum." He says via grumpy mutter under his breath so you offered up the rest of your food to him as a peace offering. A little sad that he actually took it but you were getting full anyway.
As he finished up the rest of your food you couldn't stop yourself from asking, "So do you still do drops with Angelica?" He nods with his mouth full of the last bite, stuffing the wrappers back in the bag.
"How often does she call you?-- for deliveries I mean." He chuckles, licking his lips, "Jealous?" You take the trash off the coffee table and bring it to the kitchen to toss it in the garbage. "You're delusional."
"I can't help it if I'm in high demand." He manspreads, his arms stretched over the back of the couch. "Just shut up. Do you have my pen?" He reaches for the pocket inside his leather jacket, pulling out the slim box.
Already knowing that you were going to use it now, he began to unbox it while you collected the cash you needed. "40 right?" You say handing him the small spread of bills, "Yeah, but for you, I guess I could make it 30." He shrugs conceitedly.
"Because I'm your favourite." You say and he shakes his head, "No. Because I ate your food." Which he paid for but you didn't dare to say that out loud, you were getting cheap weed.
"So who's your favourite then Jungkook?" He hands you the pen, "Listen. I don't climb up the fire escape when I do deliveries for Angelica, I make her come to me. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Trying to tug the pen out of his grasp but he holds it firm until you respond, "I guess I can work with that." He smiles softly, letting you take the first hit as his arm wraps around your shoulder.
The two of you passed the pen back and forth, with little giggles here and there and wide eyes on the episode of SpongeBob that was playing.
By now the dark living room is illuminated by nothing more than your roommate's lava lamp and a strip of purple LEDs' taped behind the TV. You could see the smoke as it floated past the few sources of light.
"Open." He directs, taking a particularly long hit, leaning into you and blowing the pungent smoke into your mouth, sucking it in from his lips.
The pen is now forgotten as it rolls between the cracks of the couch. Straddling Jungkook's muscular thigh as he flexed it every now and then, taking hits from his blueberry Ice vape and blowing it to the ceiling, giving you a prime view of his sharp jaw under the soft purple lighting.
The sight made you shake, gyrating your hips almost desperately as you chased the feeling of friction on his denim-clad thigh. "You like that? You feel good fucking yourself on my thigh?" The question was rhetorical, you were too dazed to answer him anyway.
Your heavy-lidded gaze slowly rolls up to his pretty face once you feel his hand move from your hips to gently wrap around your neck, not applying any pressure, just there to let you feel the weight of his hand. "Answer me," He says, and you fall forward "Yess, feels so good." You moan, and Jungkook has danced this dance with you enough to see you were close.
But of course, he couldn't let you cum so soon, not yet. His hands flew to your hips and pinned you down on his thigh, restricting your range of motion. "Please," You beg and he wishes he had a little more willpower but he couldn't say no to you, not when you looked so fucked out when he's barely touched you.
"Fuck. Take your shirt off." Leaning back and crossing your arms over the base of the shirt, you pried it off your body desperately. Leaving you in your black lacy bra and it pulled out a guttural groan from Jungkook's chest.
"You little whore." he grits through his clenched teeth, grip tightening on the arm of the couch nearly ripping the fabric.
This position was no longer giving him what he so desperately craved. Shrugging the jacket from off his shoulders and taking off the tank top underneath letting your eyes roam over his built upper body, oh how you wanted to just...
Without thinking your tongue striped up the expanse of his bulky pecs. This was new, but Jungkook was so high out of his mind anything and everything you did felt like he was on cloud 9.
Your mouth dropped down to wrap around his rosy nipples and you could've never anticipated the worked-up reaction you got from him. "Oh shit, shit shit." He gasps, hands gripping your waist tight enough that you're sure there will be bruises by the morning.
Letting your tongue lap around his nipples with pure hunger, an inexplicable flame burning in your core as you were finally the one who got to watch the other be reduced to a moaning mess.
His once soft moans turned a little breathy and high-pitched, His hips bucked causing you to jolt in his lap, he was getting close.
"Didn't think you'd like having your tits played with so much?" You tease him but he didn't find the humour in it. He holds you by the throat once more, this time applying a generous amount of pressure, pushing you off him.
Unbuckling his belt and you knew what that meant. He slides out of his pants, followed by the boxers that were the last barrier between your moistened lips and his throbbing cock. "Let's put that smart mouth of yours to good use, yeah?" He hums, watching as you sink to your knees, hand carefully wrapped around his base, starting with slow pumps.
"Spit on it." Doing as told, you let a wad of spit fall from your pretty, plush lips and coat the shaft of his dick, you worked your palm up his length. Already satisfied with the way his head was thrown back.
"Just like that," Reaching for the vape, he takes a few good hits, the head rush mixed with the pleasure had him seeing stars-- the object falling from his hands immediately the moment he felt the warm heat of your mouth wrap around his sensitive tip.
"Y/n-" He breathes out, almost scared, he was so close, too soon. He's never struggled to hold himself back this badly before. What were you doing to him?
The obscene sounds of you choking as you struggled to take all of him in your mouth, letting your nose touch the soft, trimmed hairs near his base. Focusing on breathing through your nose before you felt a heavy hand on the back of your head, pushing you lower.
You were quite literally slobbering on his dick, gagging with every buck of his hips. "That's it, princess. You're doing so well--Shit. Mouth feels like fucking heaven." His praise rushes to your core and has your left hand trailing down to rub yourself through your lace underwear.
The rough friction being more than enough to get you there, "I'm gonna cum, baby. Where-- Shit!-- Where do you want it?" He gasps, his hips snapping, pushing his length down your throat almost erratically. You don't answer, only hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper, making your desires clear.
Your own fingers quickening their pace, your own sounds travelling through his dick in vibrations and pushing him right over the edge with you, filling your mouth with his warm cum.
Swallowing as if it were second nature. "Stick out your tongue," He says softly. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his composure from his overwhelming climax. Your tongue was out and cleared of any of his cum and it made him crazy.
He remembers the first time he'd brought an order to you over 6 months ago. He thought you were nothing more than a cute little philosophy major, never did he think he'd have you beneath him like he does right now.
Looking up at him, daring to give you an almost angelic gaze while the two of you ruined each other. Tainting each other with your own touches. "Kiss me?" You ask it so cutely, tempting him with the pout on your lips. You weren't being fair.
His body didn't give him a choice before his lips were on yours, his hips grinding into yours. The feeling of his solid dick rolling against your skin making the butterflies go ramped in your stomach.
The way you licked over his bottom lip with your own made Jungkook weak, stumbling on his elbows as he held himself up over you. Soft groans could be heard the deeper the kiss became.
Messy and intimate. Your hand crept up the back of his neck to tug at the dark locks of hair on his head. There was a loud pop and the two of you paused.
With Jungkook between your legs and with you under him, your heads turned slowly towards the coffee table where the jar was, dedicated to the fermenting rabbit tail. "What the fuck is that?" Jungkook slowly sits up, "My roommate's boyfriend's weird biology shit. I dunno, it freaks me out too." You sit up, now remembering what the two of you were in the middle of doing.
"That shit's not gonna blow up or anything right." You gently peck him on the lips but his brain seems preoccupied by the jar, "who knows," you say, kissing right under his ear and that seemed to get him to zone in on you.
Catching his bottom lip under his teeth as your kisses became more eager, suckling on a certain spot on his neck, his head falling back against his will. "Fuck, Y/n-- Don't you dare." You pull off his soft skin with a soft pop, admiring the burgundy bruise left behind.
"Oops." Your apology was ingenuine and bratty, and Jungkook hated brats.
Tearing you out of your final pieces of clothing before manhandling you into his lap. "Sit on it." He demands and you follow without question. Moaning out loud as his dick spread your lips apart like butter.
Sliding down with ease and a stretch of your velvety walls that were currently squeezing Jungkook for everything he's got and he's got nothing left, everything was yours.
"I-Shit! You feel so good, Kook!" He couldn't bother to correct you on the annoying nickname you were incessant on using. "Yeah? You like that- fuck, you feel so good." He curses, bucking his hips up into you as you raise your hips trying to match his thrusts.
He was fucking you so good, so ruthlessly, your head falls onto his shoulder and you needed more than just the couch to hold on to, your teeth sank into the muscular meat of his shoulder and his pace faltered.
"Shit shit shit! Do that again." He groans, picking up an inhumane pace that had you bouncing all over the place until he stilled you in his arms. His grunts and breathy moans came out right beside your ear only pushing you to your orgasm faster.
"J-jungkook-!" You pant, unable to speak, feeling like your insides are being rearranged, "Me too, baby. Cum with me." You finish first, and with a few more unsynchronized snaps of his hips, you were being filled to the brim with his cum.
The room is filled with nothing but the sound of muffled music playing from your neighbour's next door and laboured breaths. Jungkook gently lays you down on the couch beside him, staring into your eyes.
This felt so intimate. You felt his gaze deeper than just behind your eyes, it was as if he was looking into your soul. His eyes were tinted red as he looked at you with an adoring gaze. "You're cute." He says it casually as though he hadn't just fucked you.
Your eyes roll before they close, feeling the sleepiness begin to kick in. "Bet you say that to all your customers." Mumbling the words into his chest while he began to grin a little.
"Nope. Only to my favourite." Your eyes shoot open.
"I knew it."
#jungkook#bts#jungkook fic recs#jungkook ff#bts jungkook#jungkook smut#bts one shot#jungkook x reader#jeon jungkook
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𝑗𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠 𝑖𝑖.
sleepy jungkook by @onlyswan
go to town by @jeong-gukk
two for the show by @ki-yomii
theres no way by @redjoonie
not in the way you think by @jungkookstatts
puzzle by @kimvvantae
two point five by @bratkook
our not so secret secret by @thvhoe
WILD THOUGHTS by @sxtaep
just desserts by @aseaofyoongi
colour me in by @taegularities
practice by @chryblossomjjk
KISS ME MORE by @gimmethatagustd
oranger by @jeonqkooks
nobody by @whatifyoulivelikethat
just to study
sleepyhead
by @jkstompers
new perfume by @just4koo
the five year plan by @jknoah
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redamancy - jjk (part II)
⤖ genre: fluff, future smut, angst, gardener!jeongguk x rich!reader, okay but jeongguk isn't really a gardener like that but you'll see, kinda slow burn but not really
⤖ pairing: jeongguk x female reader
⤖ rating: 18+
⤖word count: approx. 12.2 k words
⤖ warnings: explicit language
summary: jeongguk is just a normal dude with a simple routine. wake up, go to the gym, work his job as a waiter at this posh upscale restaurant in the heart of gangnam before coming home to a night full of video games and ramen (it's delicious and cheap). that routine gets disrupted when he accidentally taps the back of an expensive sports car of one of the richest men in south korea. considering he's broke, he couldn't afford to pay for the damages so the man makes a deal with him by offering him to work at his house as one of the gardeners. jeongguk takes it but wasn't prepared to meet this beautiful young woman who's constantly lounging by the pool, you, the rich man's daughter.
author's note: hiiii here we are with part 2!! i just want to say that when i originally started this story, i did not intend for them to immediately jump into things. after outlining this story, i didn't realize it would be kind of slow burn. but honestly tho, it's really not that much of a slow burn. i hope you guys enjoy part 2. i have to be honest and say i had trouble writing it at first because i just wasn't satisfied with how it was turning out. i also didn't expect it to be this long but here we are lol. on a side note, i've noticed people saying that they'd like to be added to the taglist which i've actually never made before. but if you want to be added to the taglist, please send me an ask. have a lovely day!
Your legs felt like they were ready to give out at any moment. With the lack of food in your system and the amount of walking you’ve done, you’re just about ready to collapse to the ground. Meanwhile your mother continues ahead of you, happy to step into the next shop to search for more clothes.
It was a pain shopping with your mother. She must take her sweet time, having the store employees bring her clothes so she can scrutinize them one by one until there’s something deemed to her liking or approval.
You just came out of the Hermes store after what seems like an hour later, your mother having bought four new purses because according to her, “My other Hermes bags are in poor condition.” Though you know it was an excuse to buy four other colors so she can match them with her outfits. If there’s one thing your mother isn’t, that is an outfit repeater. You would never catch her wearing the same outfit in public more than once.
You love your mother, you really do. It makes you happy to spend time with her, especially since you were away from her for so long. However, her way of spending time with you is by going shopping whereas all you want to do is sit in and watch a movie with her. You don’t think this woman has ever actually sat down to watch a movie since you were a kid.
It’s been a few days since you’ve been home. There hasn’t been much going on other than you watching Netflix in the theater room you guys have in the house and munching on whatever the home chefs have cooked.
Your mother walked in on you eating a pint of the brown sugar brittle ice cream while binging the latest Korean drama people have been raving about on social media. With a disapproving look, she had told you she wants to go shopping because ‘it’s been a while since we’ve had a mother-daughter day, my love.’
Hence, here you are trudging behind your mother who is dressed to the nines with not a single hair out of place. Meanwhile you’re clad in a black turtleneck dress topped with an oversized dark grey blazer that reaches your mid-thigh. A large buckle is cinched around your waist, and you’ve got on a pair of black platform boots that go slightly above your ankles. In your hand you hold a black leather quilted Chanel bag.
It's a requirement from your mother to be dressed up whenever the two of you go out because, ‘Y/N, it would be embarrassing if a fashion mogul’s daughter were to wear such basic clothing.’ Not that you have any complaints, you enjoy dressing up. You have the money and privilege to buy nice clothing you might as well take advantage of it.
More than yourself, you feel bad for your mother’s assistant who is walking beside her with at least ten bags in her hands from all the designer shops you’ve visited. You insisted on helping her carry some of them, but she just wouldn’t budge. Probably too afraid to hand you a bag in front of your mother.
You need some form of food or beverage in your system before you pass out. You call for your mother before she enters the MAC makeup store, causing her to stop in her tracks and look at you expectantly with a raised eyebrow.
“Mother, you can look through this store while I get a drink from that café we just passed,” you tell her, referring your hand to the coffee shop two stores behind.
She raises her eyebrows, gaze switching between the café and you before speaking, “Sweetheart, we have reservations at Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul at seven.” She taps her manicured nail on top of her Rolex watch to point out the time being six-thirty.
You purse your lips, eyes shutting so you don’t end up rolling them at her, “It’s just a drink, mother.”
“Drink that is probably made with cheap ingredients. I’m sure the French restaurant has a—” She starts but you interrupt her before she can finish.
“Mother, I’m just really thirsty right now and would like a drink,” Voice controlled in attempt to not sound too irritated with her, you give her a tight-lipped smile.
She lets out a defeated sigh, looking at her assistant who just shrugs in response. “Fine but be quick.” And with that, her assistant opens the door of the shop, bags rustling on her elbow and your mother disappears inside.
Shoulders relaxing and a breath of relief escaping your lips, you head inside of the café. The sweet smell of pastries and coffee immediately fill your nostrils, making you smile in delight. The atmosphere is nice and cozy, korean ballads playing on the speakers.
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“Okay so what other suggestions do you have?” Jimin asks Taehyung incredulously, straw touching his pursed lips.
“How about sky diving?” Taehyung responds, slurping his strawberry crème Frappuccino loudly. It’s quiet for a moment, causing him to look up between his friends, “What?” He wonders in genuine confusion.
Jeongguk just shakes his head tiredly, drinking his own mocha frappe and enjoying the frozen taste of the chocolatey beverage swirled with a hint of bitterness. He’s more of a Frappuccino and juice kind of guy over lattes and americanos. He doesn’t understand how his friends drink that nasty stuff.
The three of them are currently sitting in a booth of a coffee shop they frequent at since it’s close to the record store their friend, Yoongi, owns. Well, also because their Jin hyung is the manager here and he’s currently working at the front. They can hear his windshield wiper laugh at something one of the old men playing chess by the window said.
Jeongguk met up with the other two after finishing his shift at the restaurant he works at. Luckily, he didn’t have to go to the Kim’s estate today for his gardening job. Taehyung was coming from his job where he works at a pottery studio whereas Jimin just finished teaching a dance class. The three of them were talking about things they can do for Jeongguk’s birthday which happens to be in a few weeks.
Jeongguk insisted it was too early to even plan anything, but Jimin insisted that they should at least have some form of idea for what they can do. Being the angel that Jimin is, he would never let any of their friends not celebrate their birthday. He was the one who started the whole celebration tradition every time someone in their friend group’s birthday came around.
“Tae,” Jimin holds is head in his hand, “You do realize Jin hyung and Hobi hyung would never do that.”
“Sure they would,” Taehyung quips enthusiastically, mouth wrapping around the straw again to slurp his drink.
“No,” Jeongguk shakes head, “They won’t. They would piss themselves before we’d even get on the plane.” He looks at Jimin, “Why do we even ask him for suggestions? You know he always has spontaneous ideas.”
With an offended look, hand on his chest, Taehyung says, “My ideas are always fun. It’s not my fault you guys are pussies.”
“We can’t even afford to go sky driving, you fool.” Jimin tells him and Taehyung pauses in place, mouth open in thought for a few seconds.
“Wait, you’re right. We’re too poor for that.” Taehyung deflates, leaning his back against the cushioned booth.
“Look, we still have time, hyung. And you know me,” Jeongguk leans back against the cushion as well, twirling his straw in his drink, “My birthday isn’t a big deal. We can just hang out at Jin hyung’s apartment or something.” He suggests.
“Yah! Why do you guys always wanna celebrate at my apartment?” The handsome man in question interrupts, walking up next to their table. There was a black apron wrapped around his waist, indicating that he was still on his shift.
“Because your apartment is the biggest out of everyone’s,” Jeongguk tells him matter-of-factly, scooting over with an irritated sigh when Jin shoves him aside so he can sit down.
“So what? You guys always make a ruckus every time you come over,” Jin whines, “Remember last time when you were at my house. I had complaints from the floors above and below and my neighbors next door.”
“It’s not our fault Jimin hyung was cheating in monopoly,” Taehyung remarks and Jimin gasps out of offense.
“For the millionth, I was not cheating!” He defends but the three of them still don’t believe it. There was no way he was able to win all those properties.
“Yeah yeah,” Jin waves off, “Whatever you say.” Jimin just pouts in return, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back against the booth.
“You guys are dickheads, full offense,” Jimin sneers at all of them. “You have no faith that I can win at a game just because I—” He’s cut off by a loud gasp coming from Taehyung, startling all of them.
“What is it?” Jeongguk asks curiously, taking in his friend’s agape jaw as he stares passed them towards something at the front.
“Did Mr. Lee flip the table again after losing in chess?” Jin groans, about to stand up so he can break up the fight between the two old men again.
Those chess games are always intense. Last time Jeongguk was at the coffee shop, he saw Mr. Lee raise his cane at the other man out of anger but before he can smack him, Jin had to step in between only to get whacked in the head. Jeongguk could’ve sworn that he was going to die of laughter that day.
“No dude…” Taehyung leans his cheek on his palm and sighs dreamily, “There’s this really pretty girl who just ordered at the cash register and she’s holding one of those leather quilted Chanel bags.” They all shake their heads at him because he’s so damn dramatic.
“No way,” Jin grunts, “Every customer I served today was old and smelled like—”
“Holy shit, she’s got the cutest face,” Taehyung pants and everyone at the table grows curious. Jimin scoots all the way down until he’s sticking his head out the booth like Taehyung to see what he’s talking about.
“Oh, he’s not kidding,” Jimin stares along with the boy.
This peaks Jeongguk and Jin’s interest, causing them to turn their heads and look as well. Jeongguk follows their line of vision, eyes widening in recognition because it’s you. You’re standing there in front of the pick-up counter, dressed in stylish clothes that are most likely very expensive. Your eyes wander around the coffee shop, a small smile playing on your lips as you wait for your order
Jin whistles, mouth open as well, “She looks expensive.” He comments.
“She is,” Jeongguk responds, causing the three of the guys to look at him questioningly, “That’s Mr. Kim’s daughter.”
“That’s her?” Jimin gawks.
“You weren’t kidding about how hot she is,” Jin adds.
Jeongguk doesn’t look away, watching how you hold the door open for an elder lady whose hands were full, offering to help her out. The lady shakes her head with a smile on her face and you lightly bow your head in return, giving her a sweet smile.
He’s been seeing you by the pool from time to time. It’s been a few days since he first met you. You guys didn’t interact much. Whenever you were around one another, you would greet each other with a smile or wave but nothing more. You’d say hi to Jeongguk whenever you were sitting by the pool and he’d wave back, trying not to stare at you for too long because he didn’t want to look like a creep. He just couldn’t himself sometimes and peek some glances at you reading a book, clothed in a new swimsuit. Some of them would show a little more cleavage than normal and he’d try not to look.
Sometimes he would see Dohyun attempt to conversate with you, stuttering out of nervousness but you were never rude about it, just responding back politely to the boy.
You genuinely seemed like a nice person much to Jeongguk’s surprise. He would’ve thought the daughter of a rich family like yours would be stuck up and snobby. But you weren’t. You seemed to be independent, doing things yourself without the help of the butlers or maids in the house.
“Dude…” Taehyung whispers, “I can’t believe you get to see her whenever you’re working. You must be jerking off somewhere in private.”
Jeongguk looks at him with furrowed brows and a scowl on his face, “Listen, there’s a time and place for jerking off and it wouldn’t be at their house.”
“Ahhh so you admit you do that when you leave from there?” Jin smirks but Jeongguk just glares in return.
“I can’t stand you guys sometimes,” He mumbles, peaking at you one more time before looking down at the table again.
He would’ve loved to talk to you more but for some reason, he’s been hesitant. He doesn’t know if it’s because you’re basically the daughter of his boss and he’d get in trouble for talking with you, let alone being near you.. Or he’s just intimidated by you for some reason even though you look like you wouldn’t even harm a fly.
“What was her name again?” Jimin asks.
“Y/N…” Jeongguk mumbles.
“Don’t worry dude, I’ll help you out,” Taehyung reassures and Jeongguk just looks at him confused before his eyes widen because— “Hey Y/N! Over here!”
Jeongguk wants to die. He wants the ground to open a hole and swallow him. He wants to disappear for good. Maybe move to Amsterdam. But before running away, he’s going to murder Kim Taehyung and toss his body into the Han River.
“Tae!” Jeongguk hisses, lips pursed and nostrils flaring out of annoyance.
“Oh shit, she’s coming over here,” Taehyung whispers, smiling excitedly and waving at the approaching person.
Stupid Taehyung and his stupid social butterfly personality.
Jeongguk covers his face with his hand, feeling his ears burning up because you’re going to see that it’s him and know that he talked about you to his friend because how else would Taehyung know your name.
“Hi…do I know you? Oh—Jeongguk?” You sounded wary at first, most likely because you didn’t know who Taehyung was and why he knew your name, but your voice changed to realization when you recognize him sitting at the table as well.
Jeongguk lifts his hands from his face to look at you, “Hey Y/N.”
“Hey…” You greet back, flashing him a small smile. “I was wondering how you,” You refer to Taehyung, “knew my name.”
“Ah yes, Jeongguk told us you live at the house he’s been working at,” Taehyung clarifies, and you look like you’re holding back a smile. Jeongguk attempts to avoid your curious glance, staring down at the table. “I’m Kim Taehyung, Jeongguk’s best friend.”
Ex-best friend now, Jeongguk thinks.
You shake the hand Taehyung is holding out, “I’m Y/N but it looks like you already know that.” You chuckle.
Death, where are you? When are you coming?
“I’m Jimin,” The boy sitting next to Taehyung introduces himself, flashing his signature eye smile where his eyes turn into crescent which automatically causes you to smile back in return.
The Park Jimin effect. You already seem charmed by it.
“Nice to meet you, Jimin,” you nod your head towards him.
“And allow me to introduce myself, I am Seokjin, but you can call me Jin,” The older man speaks, holding out his hand for you to shake as well. “I am the man who raised,” Pointing his thumb towards Jeongguk behind him, “This kid right here.”
Jeongguk scoffs, “You didn’t raise me.”
“As you can see, when they grow older, they become ungrateful pieces of shits,” Jin speaks through a smile, making you cover your mouth and laugh.
“I see,” Your eyes meet Jeongguk’s once again before they look away. .
“So, what brings you down here, Y/N?” Taehyung asks, chin resting on his hand to show you that he has your full attention.
“Oh nothing,” You shake your head and let out a tired sigh, “Just been shopping with my mother for hours. I got thirsty and decided to get a drink.”
Jeongguk can see how nervous you are with the way your hand is tightly clenching the chain of your purse. The tip of your ears are a little red and you don’t hold eye contact with any of them for too long.
You must not talk to people often.
“Nice, nice,” Taehyung nods and then glances down at something in your hand, making you curious and check what he’s looking at.
Jeongguk wants to smack his palm against his face. There’s no way he’s about to ask if—
“Is that real Chanel?”
Of course, he would ask.
There’s no way Taehyung wouldn’t ask when he’s a fan of fashion and constantly splurges on designer wear when he can.
“Oh, um I think it is,” You hold up the black purse, “I’ve had it for some time I guess it looks a little worn out.”
“No way, I just…it’s so shiny,” Taehyung marvels, making you chuckle. “Do you mind if I look at it?”
Yep, it’s done. They’re done. Jeongguk can’t do this anymore.
Jimin smacks Taehyung’s shoulder, causing the other boy to flinch while Jeongguk groans, face in his hands again. Jin just laughs out loud, smacking the table.
“Yah! You don’t just ask someone that,” Jin muses and Taehyung just pouts, looking like a kicked puppy.
“It’s okay,” You laugh, “I don’t mind.” You hand the purse over as if you’ve known Taehyung all his life and there’s no big deal with just simply handing him a two-thousand-dollar purse.
You just met the guy, Jeongguk thinks.
“Iced vanilla latte for Y/N!” One of the café workers call, forcing you to look away.
“Oh, I’ll be right back,” You inform, pulling away from the table to get your drink.
As soon as you leave to get the drink, Jeongguk crumbles his receipt and tosses it at Taehyung’s face, hitting his forehead. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Taehyung ignores Jeongguk, “This is such a nice purse, guys feel it.” He holds out the purse in the center of the table and Jimin and Jin poke it curiously.
“Feels luxurious,” Jin comments and Jimin nods in agreement.
“You guys are killing me,” Jeongguk groans, watching you walk back to the table after saying thank you to the worker.
“Y/N, this is such a nice purse,” Taehyung tells you, handing you your purse bag so you can shrug the chain onto your shoulder again.
“Oh, thank you,” You wrap your lips around the iced latte to take a sip. “This is a good latte.”
“It probably would’ve been even better if I made it,” Jin jokes, though Jeongguk knows he’s being serious. You giggle, straw between your lips.
You have such a cute laugh, he thinks. Jeongguk wouldn’t mind hearing it more. In fact, he’s a little jealous that his friends are making you laugh when he’s barely talked to you. Before anyone can say anything else, the sound of a cell phone ringing causes you guys to halt.
“Oop, sorry about that,” You mutter, setting your drink down onto the table so you can open your purse and dig through it for your phone. He notices how you roll your eyes, clicking the volume button to turn off the ringing. “It’s my mother. She’s probably wondering where I am right now.”
Jeongguk deflates, a little bummed that you must leave. But at the same time, he feels relief because he doesn’t think he can handle any more embarrassing comments from his friends.
“Awh that’s okay. It was nice meeting you!” Taehyung beams.
Your lips pull into a bright smile, “You as well. It was lovely to meet all of you.”
Your eyes meet with Jeongguk’s a little longer than the rest of everyone else when you say goodbye to them, causing his lips to pull into a small smirk. There’s a certain gleam in your eye and he notices that you’re trying not to smile too widely.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jeongguk,” You mutter shyly, and he nods, watching you wave at the other boys one last time before leaving the coffee shop.
“He’s staring,” Jimin laughs, seeing how Jeongguk’s eyes watch you disappear down the sidewalk.
He feels something wet in his ear, causing him to flinch. He looks at Jin in disgust when he realizes the man put his finger in his mouth before poking it into his ear. The older man is just laughing that hideous laugh of his.
“Dude what the fuck,” Jeongguk whacks his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re older than us? or are you 10?”
“Yah! We were calling your name, but you were too busy watching her leave,” Jin snickers.
“I was just…” Think of an excuse, Jeongguk. “I was trying to make sure she left safely.” His eyes might’ve stared a little too long at your bare legs, but he won’t admit that.
“No but for real dude, you weren’t kidding. She’s cute,” Taehyung says and the other two boys nod.
“You calling her over here, did not fucking help,” Jeongguk glowers and Taehyung just waves it off.
“Please,” Taehyung finishes the rest of his drink, “You’re gonna thank me later because at least she knows you talk about her.”
Jeongguk just stares at him, lips parted, and eyebrows furrowed. “She’s gonna think I’m weird.”
“You’ve always been weird. Somehow chicks still dig that,” Jin adds, standing up from the table to go back to the kitchen.
“She was definitely looking at you a lot, Guk-ah.” Jimin remarks and Jeongguk just shrugs in response.
“Taehyung, you’re dead to me,” Jeongguk scoots out of the booth, ready to go home.
“Thank you so much, Taehyung.” Taehyung changes the tone of his voice to try and imitate Jeongguk’s. “Thank you for giving Y/N the push to talk to me.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Jeongguk grumbles, tossing his cup in the trash. “I’ll see you losers later.”
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The following day at the Kim estate, Jeongguk is wiping the sweat off his forehead after he finishes throwing some mulch on top of the soil. He heaves out a deep breath, squinting to avoid the sunlight that’s directly beaming down on him. He pulls off the thick gloves he’s wearing and tosses them onto the ground. His palms are sweaty, causing him to grimace and wipe it against his shirt.
Pulling his phone out from the pocket of his jumpsuit to look at the time, it was three thirty-four in the afternoon which means it was almost time for him to pack up and go. He begins putting the tools into a bucket, ready to take it back to the shed.
Luckily, Dohyun isn’t here today to bother him like he usually does by the end of the work day. He called in about something important he had to do. Jeongukk doesn’t know and he certainly doesn’t care.
Earlier when he was in the backyard with one of the other workers, he noticed that you weren’t there yet. Quite frankly, he doesn’t know if he wants to see you after what happened yesterday. He’s still a little worried that you might think he’s a creep now but judging from the smile you gave him before leaving, you might be okay.
When he’s walking towards the back with the bucket full of tools in one hand, he looks up and sees you lying on the sun lounger once again in your usual position with a book in your hand and wine glass in the other. He bites down on his lower lip, trying not to smile or look excited. However, the corners of his mouth can’t help but pull up at the sight of cute you look, invested into the book you’re reading. You eyebrows are furrowed and there’s a pout on your glossy lips.
He disappears into the shed, setting the bucket onto the shelf. Resting his hand on top of one of the wooden tables, he taps his finger against it in contemplation. Maybe he should walk up to you and apologize about his embarrassing friends yesterday. He’s not really the type to get embarrassed though. Jeongukk doesn’t know why but your opinion of him matters for some reason.
He also unfriended Taehyung on their PlayStation connect, refusing to play Call of Duty with him just to be petty. The other boy had called him through Jimin’s phone to whine and eventually, Jeongguk gave in.
He turns around, walking right out of the shed only to harshly bump into your body. You almost lose balance and fall back but he quickly catches you by wrapping one of his arms around your back like the males do in those Korean dramas Jimin watches. You squeal, hands pressing to his chest.
“Hi,” Your cheeks are flushed pink. Jeongguk just thinks it's cute that you’re flustered.
He’s trying so hard not to dip his gaze below your neck, knowing you were in another swimsuit where your cleavage is spilling out yet again. It looks even more visible from his angle above you due to his tall stature. Jeongguk gulps, a large hand pressed over almost the entirety of your bare back and he can feel you slightly shiver.
He is a weak man.
Your eyes are full of surprise, lips in a pout yet they look so damn kissable. He has the strong urge to lean down and press his lips against yours, curious about how they would taste. How it feels to put his tongue in your mouth and ravish you. Your neck looks kissable too, smooth, and bare and perfect for him to bite into.
Calm the fuck down, Jeongguk.
“Hey,” Jeongguk muses, lips quirking into a smirk. “Looking for me?”
“Uh…” You let out a breathy laugh, looking away, “Actually I was.”
This takes him by surprise, brow raising in question. You purse your lips, eyes trailing from his face to his chest which your hands are still pressed against. It appears you’re trying to control yourself as well. Avoiding looking at his chest, Jeongguk tries to hold back a laugh. Clearing your throat, you pat his right pec, signaling him that you were okay, and he quickly lets go.
“Sorry,” He mumbles, and you just shake your head.
“No no, you’re fine. It was my fault for bumping into you like that,” You reassure, fingers twiddling together.
“How are you doing?” You ask him and he just shrugs, leaning his shoulder against the doorway of the shed.
Keep it cool, Jeongguk. Pretend like yesterday didn’t happen. Don’t even bring it up.
“I’m alright. About to head out actually,” He informs you.
“Aw really?” you ask and Jeongguk could tell you’re a little disappointed from the way your shoulders drop.
“Yeah, it’s been a long day,” he tells you, making you nod understandably. “Is there something you needed?”
Your eyes widen in surprise for a second before they turn back normal, “Um I just needed help with something but it’s okay, you can leave. I don’t wanna hold you up. I’ll just ask someone else.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, “Nah don’t worry about it. What’s up?” He prods.
You look hesitant to speak, probably worried you’re being a bother even though you’re not. At least you’re speaking to him. He thought you would want nothing to do with him.
“The umbrella by the sunbed isn’t opening. I think the lever to pull it up is stuck,” You explain, hand referring to the closed umbrella by the chair.
Jeongguk looks at it before glancing back at you, “I can help you.”
Your eyes light up in happiness but you still ask, “Are you sure?”
He responds with a nod, giving you a reassuring look, “Yeah, it won’t take long I think.” He walks with you following in toe behind him. He feels your eyes on his back and he smirks a little.
He knows he has a nice ass. He’s been told by many. He takes great pride in it. However, it boosts his ego even more when he knows that you’re looking.
Wrapping his hand around the lever, he grunts when it takes a bit of a push to pull it up, but it eventually does, making you clap.
“Yay, thank you!” You grin, “The sun has been bugging me.”
“Yeah, no problem,” He rests his hands on his hips, glancing down at the book on the table. The edge of his lips quirk up.
“What?” You follow his line of vision and notice him staring at the book, “Have you read that book before?”
“Yeah, and the ending sucked,” Jeongguk tells you, picking up the book.
You groan, “No way, really?” And he nods in response. “I didn’t know you like romance books.” You say, curiosity in your tone.
Jeongguk shrugs, “I don’t,” That’s a lie, he loves them. “But my little sister loves them,” No she doesn’t, she’s a fan of the horror genre but you didn’t need to know that.
“Ah I see,” You look down at the floor, “I didn’t know you have a sister.”
“Yeah, she’s thirteen.” Jeongguk doesn’t know why he tells you that when you didn’t even ask.
You nod at the information, the air becoming silent for a moment. Neither of you speak, unsure of what to say. You seem to find the pool interesting, eyes set on the water, but your cheeks are flushed and you’re biting into your lower lip. Jeongguk takes that minute to allow his eyes to travel over your beautiful figure clad in a black one-piece that hugs your curves. It has a sweetheart neckline which again, shows a bit of your cleavage. There are slits running down on each side, revealing your skin even more.
He just wanted to pick you up and take you somewhere where he can devour you. Maybe even on the sunbed but that wouldn’t look good if someone walked in.
Jeongguk really needs to control his damn thoughts. You might not even be interested.
Mentally slapping himself out of his horny thoughts, he clears his throat, “So I notice you read a lot of books.”
Your eyes move back to his face and there’s a glint in your eyes, brow raised in question. “You must be looking over here a lot to notice then.”
Fuck, Jeongguk really dug his grave for that one. Why would he say that?
You have a knowing smile on your lips, but Jeongguk refuses to be nervous about it. Instead, he holds up his hands in defense and says, “It was just an observation,” You giggle and that makes his stomach flutter because holy shit, it was such an adorable sound, “I can’t help but look at what’s in my peripheral vision every time I come here.” He points to the shed.
You hum, amusement apparent on your face and you don’t push it any further. Instead, you respond, “Yeah, I read a lot,” A sigh escapes your lips, “I have nothing better to do if I’m being honest.”
Before he can even think he asks, “Don’t you have friends?” He wants to smack himself at how rude he must sound but you don’t seem to look offended.
Rather, you have a small smile on your lips, but it looks a little sad, and you shrug mindlessly, “Not really friends friends. Most people become friends with me because they know who my parents are or they’re too stuck up for my liking. My mother tries to get me to go out with some of the girls from people that she knows but…” You shake your head, a frown on your face as if thinking back to a memory, “…they’re really not my cup of tea.”
Jeongguk catches the small glimpse of sadness on your face and for some reason, it causes a small ache in his chest. He doesn’t know you at all, but he can tell you are genuinely being truthful about it. You seemed afraid to befriend someone without the intention of them using you. You’re not the type of person to let someone use you, he can see that. But you also seem to be a little worried about how people view you based on how he saw you interacting with his friends yesterday.
“So, you just sit by the pool and read all day?” He asks and you nod.
“Pretty much,” You confirm before adding, “Or watch Netflix in the theater room.”
Jesus, they have a theater room in this house? It shouldn’t surprise him, considering how large the mansion is but it still takes him by surprise. He can only imagine how amazing his video game would look on the large screen.
“Sounds…boring,” He states bluntly and you just laugh, nodding your head.
“It can be boring,” You agree.
Jeongguk ponders for a moment, looking away from you. Your life sounds pretty lame if he’s being honest. You’re a nice girl, he thinks. You don’t have much going on and you just got back from college. He can’t imagine how your days are going to look. If you’re just going to sit by the pool and read the rest all of the time…then maybe he can help.
He doesn’t know if he’s going to regret this. Or if he’s going to get in trouble for being involved with you, let alone talking with you. Jeongguk likes to think of himself as a pretty fun guy. Maybe he can show you just how to have fun.
He can’t believe he’s about to offer you this. Here goes nothing.
The tall boy clears his throat, opening his mouth to say, “You know,” You look at him, listening, “I was actually just about to head to this bar after work.” He really wasn’t but he can use a drink. “Do you wanna come?”
Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the question, “Me?”
Jeongguk snorts, “You’re the only one here aren’t you?”
You roll your eyes, cheeks tinting a little but you compose yourself, “Right. That would be–”
Before you can finish answering, a shrill voice calls for your name, causing you both to turn your heads to the door. Standing at the door dressed in a pristine white suit is a woman, sunglasses perched on her nose and hair tied in a tight bun. Her lips are set in a straight line and she’s staring at Jeongguk and you.
She looks kind of scary if you ask Jeongguk.
Is this who Jeongguk thinks it is?
“Y/N, what are you doing?” The woman asks accusingly.
“Mother,” Mother? “I just had to ask Jeongguk for help,” You tell her, “The umbrella wouldn’t open.” Your hand refers to the umbrella by the sunbed.
The woman hums but she still looks unimpressed. Jeongguk can already tell she wasn’t a fan of him. He can’t imagine how the scene looks to her; you standing a tad bit close to him, a house worker who she must think is slacking on the job. Not only that but the tattoos all over his arm must make her think he’s some sort of punk.
Not that it’s new to Jeongguk. He’s used to the last bit.
“Hm, well come inside,” Her voice is a little stern and he catches you rolling your eyes at ground, “And you,” She looks over Jeongguk, “Get back to work.”
You would think that Jeongguk is intimidated by Mrs. Kim but he’s really not. Instead, he gives her a smug smile, “I’m actually off work now, ma’am.”
“Oh,” Seoyeon has a fake smile on her face, “Well then you can lead yourself out of the gate over there.”
“Of course,” Jeongguk bows, pretending to be oblivious to her small frown. He looks over at you to see you staring at your mom with a look that says ‘you’re being rude.’
“I’ll be there in a second,” You inform her.
“No, now,” Your mother demands and he holds back a laugh when he sees you look up at the sky, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath to control yourself.
He wonders if you two get along.
You look over at Jeongguk, taking a few steps closer and whisper, “I’ll meet you outside of the front gate. Give me twenty minutes please.” Jeongguk’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise but his lips quirk up into a smirk. You bow to him and say, “Thank you for helping me with the umbrella, Jeongguk-ssi.” Your voice is a little loud so your mother can hear.
Jeongguk bites down on his lower lip to keep himself from laughing before he gives you a small bow as well, “Of course, Ms. Kim,” He emphasizes your name and you narrow your eyes at him before quickly walking away.
He tries not to turn his head to watch you walk away, knowing that Mrs. Kim is staring. Instead he walks towards the gate to leave so he doesn’t have to feel her eyes on him anymore. Jeongguk isn’t bothered if the woman doesn’t like him, it’s not like he’s going to work here for very long.
Stepping out of the gate, he walks down to his beat up truck that’s parked down the street. There’s excitement swirling in his stomach at the thought of going out with you. He doesn’t know what to expect out of this but he’s about to find out. Maybe he’ll see that this nice personality of yours is just a facade and he’ll see your true colors.
Who knows?
If so, he would feel disappointed for some reason.
+
“Y/N, what was that?” Your mother asks you as soon as you walk in.
You feign innocence, “What was what?”
“Why were you speaking to him?” She presses, sliding her sunglasses into her hair.
You let out an exasperated sigh, “I told you why. He was literally just helping me.” You don’t understand why she’s being like this. She never cares about who you talk to. Somehow your interaction with Jeongguk is bothersome for her.
She stares at you for a moment, studying your face as if to figure out if you’re telling the truth. Few seconds later, she lets out a sigh, shaking her head. “That boy looks like bad news. I was just concerned that he was making you uncomfortable.”
“He wasn’t,” You quickly defend. Not once has Jeongguk done anything to make you feel uncomfortable. This is your first time interacting one on one. Sure you feel his eyes on you from time to time when you’re by the pool but you like that. You’ve purposely been sitting there, hoping to catch his attention. You would pick the cutest swimsuits just for that reason.
You would pout, feeling defeated every time he would leave without saying anything to you. Maybe he’s just not interested in you like that but your interaction with his friends says otherwise. You were determined to find out.
For him to invite you out to the bar had you feeling giddy and full of excitement. He doesn’t seem like he has any ill intentions. He honestly might just feel sorry for you because of how lame your life is. You’re not sure. But you want to explore more. You want to get to know him more because he’s lit this spark of curiosity in you that just wouldn’t go away.
“Okay,” Your mother gives you a tight lipped smile but she doesn’t look convinced. She changes the subject, “I was going to head out to the Kangs house for lunch. Their daughter just came back from Europe and I thought you would want to go.”
The Kang’s daughter? As in Kang Sohee? You would never willingly hang out with her. Not after this one time you went to their house when you were just a teenager and found her snorting cocaine off her bathroom counter. Immediately panicking, she begged you not to tell her parents. That was your first and last time ever going to Kang’s house.
So no, you don’t want to go.
“Actually, I’m going out with some friends,” You lie. You wouldn’t consider Jeongguk a friend, not even an acquaintance. You barely know him but who knows, maybe that could change after today.
Your mother casts you a look of surprise. Do you really look that much of a loner to everyone?
“Oh,” she responds, “Do I know them?” She wonders.
You shake your head no, you would never tell her who it is. Considering the way she acted earlier when she caught you speaking with Jeongguk, you know she would be unhappy if she found out you’re going to a bar with him.
“No, you don’t. I met them in America. They’re visiting here,” You explain and she nods, seeming to believe your words.
“Okay then,” Your mother looks a little speechless, “Have fun I guess.”
Shoulders relaxing, a shiver of excitement runs through your body when you turn around and go upstairs to your room to change. Before you can go up the second step, your mother calls for you, causing you to pause in your tracks and look at her questioningly.
“Y/N sweetheart, just be careful around that boy,” Your stomach drops when you realize she’s referring to Jeongguk and you think it’s because she might’ve figured you out. “He doesn’t look like a good influence. Let him do his job and leave.” You relax, realizing she just meant from what happened earlier.
You don’t say anything other than, “Okay.” Before going upstairs. You’re a grown adult. You can make decisions for yourself. You’d be damned if you let her words stop you from getting ready to go.
You rush into your walk-in closet to find some clothes. After a few minutes of searching through the racks, you go with a tight black off the shoulder top and pair it with high waisted loose jeans. To top it off, you wear a pair of chunky black heeled ankle boots on your feet. You don’t have time for doing a full face of makeup so you just put on some mascara and eyeliner. Smacking your strawberry flavored lip gloss against your lips, you run your hand through your hair that cascades down your back before grabbing the same Chanel purse you had on yesterday.
Rushing down the steps, you head out the front door, looking around to make sure you’re not leaving at the same time as your mother. You bow to the doorman at the gate, greeting him before he opens it and lets you out. Eyes wandering around your surroundings, your head snaps towards the sound of a car honking and you look to see a tattooed hand waving out of the window.
Your shoulders relax and you look behind you one last time before walking towards a black pick up truck. You open the door, greeting Jeongguk with a small smile and close it shut.
“Hi,” You greet shyly, tugging on the seatbelt.
Jeongguk looks amused, pierced lip curled up into a smirk, “Hey.” He then adds, “Sorry I didn’t get out to open the door for you. Chivalry is really dead, you know.”
You laugh at his honesty before saying, “It’s fine, I’m sick of people opening the door for me anyways.” You turn to look at him and swallow at how good he looks.
He must’ve changed in his car while waiting for you because now he’s wearing a black baggy shirt with a pair of ripped jeans. There’s a silver chain around his neck and his hair looks wavy as it curtains on each side of his face. One tattooed hand is resting on top of the steering wheel while the other is holding the gear stick.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” He comments and you roll your eyes, cheeks heating up.
Way to be fucking obvious.
“Whatever,” You respond, sitting back in the seat. You look around, eyes observing the car
“Yeah, it’s a pretty shitty car I know,” Jeongguk says as he pulls the car into drive.
You quickly look at him and shake your head, “No, it’s cute.” You shrug and he snorts, “I love the little key chain.” You reach up to play with the little anime keychain hanging from the rearview mirror.
“Cute huh?” Jeongguk muses and you just nod.
“Smells nice in here,” You remark.
“Oh yeah, I’m sensitive to smell. I’ve got like four car fresheners,” He tells you and you raise your eyebrows at him.
“Four car fresheners?” You ask, judgment clear in your tone and Jeongguk opens his mouth to speak again.
“You try sitting in your own sweat after a long day of work. It stinks.” He defends before adding the next in a much quieter tone, “And I like the smell of flowers.” He mumbles, making you giggle.
“I don’t judge,” You respond and it's quiet for a few moments.
“Your mom certainly does,” He utters, clicking his tongue before looking at you, “Too soon?”
You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. She can be quite judgemental about people who aren’t…” You hesitate to finish the sentence but Jeongguk does it for you.
“Rich,” He states and you nod guilty. “It’s fine. I get it. I wasn’t really surprised if I’m being honest.”
“Really?” You stare at his side profile, taking in the slope of his nose and his sharp jawline. The silver barbell that runs through his dark eyebrows. God, he’s so fine.
Jeongguk just shrugs, glancing at you before he makes a turn, “I mean yeah. I guess it’s kind of something I expected of rich people.”
Your lips pull down into a small frown at his words, sullen from the thought that he may see you as judgmental. You don’t consider yourself judgmental. Or least, you try not to judge. And you definitely hate the whole rich people only talking to other rich people thing. That’s probably one of the many reasons why you aren’t friends with other people that your family knows. They always think they’re above everyone else.
You gather the courage to ask, “Is that what you think I am?” You wonder before adding, “And be honest.”
The car stops at a red light and he turns over to look at you, an unreadable glint in his eyes and his lips tug into a small grin, “You might not be so bad.” You relax at his words, the tension leaving your body. For some reason you just didn’t want him to view you as those arrogant rich people. He then adds, “Or you can just be fooling me right now and you could be crazier than you look?”
Your jaw drops in offense and you smack his shoulder, “What do you mean crazier than I look?”
Jeongguk cackles, throwing his head back and you gulp at the sight of the veins in his neck. “I’m kidding.” He says.
You scoff, crossing your arms to pretend to look annoyed. “I’m sure you were.”
“I aaaaam,” He drags, tugging at your elbow and you try not to smile.
In contrast from earlier when the silence was awkward by the pool, it seems to be more comfortable now that you’re talking and joking around. You can’t stop thinking about the smile Jeongguk had when he laughed. His bunny teeth displayed and his eyes crinkling. It had to be your favorite look on him and it makes you happy that you were the cause of it.
“So where is this bar?” You question, staring out the window as you drive through the city.
“It’s a bar in Itaewon,” He answers, making another turn at a light. “My friends and I go there all the time.” He tells you before adding, “You know, when we’re not broke and finally get our paychecks.”
You chuckle at the last bit because of how casually he says it and then you ask, “The friends I saw yesterday?”
“Mhm,” He confirms.
When your mind wanders to the events that took place yesterday, you remember how all of his friends were good looking. You recall the conversations you had but the main thing that brings a small smile to your face is when you realize how they knew your name.
“So,” You start and hear Jeongguk mumble under his breath ‘Oh god’ because you think he knows where this is going, “You talk about me to your friends huh?”
Jeongguk groans, looking as if he was dreading this conversation, “Look, I saw you walk into the coffee shop, recognized it was you and told them who you are.” He says and you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. He notices and clicks his tongue, “I’m serious, that’s what happened.”
“Right,” You say slowly, “Whatever you say.” Voice in a sing-a-song tone. You knew there had to be more to it but he wasn’t going to tell you it seems.
“Please, I’m sure you gushed about me being hot to your friends,” He says
“I told you I don’t have any friends– wait! Ah hah!” You raise your finger at him accusingly. “So you told them I was hot.” You feel a sense of pride at that, internally gushing over the fact that he finds you attractive.
“What–No I,” He tries to come up with something but at this point, there’s really no saving. He lets out a defeated sigh, “Yeah yeah, I might’ve mentioned that. So what?” He tries to be nonchalant about it.
Your lips pressed together to suppress a smile and you turn your head the other way so you’re looking out the window again, “Nothing.” Gathering up the courage you then mutter quietly, “I found you attractive too.” Your cheeks feel warm and you refuse to look at him.
Beside you, Jeongguk has a small smile on his face as he looks at the road ahead after hearing you utter the last part shyly.
+
The sound of glasses clinking and chatter fill your ears as you walk into the bar with Jeongguk. The interior design was dark and sleek, booths against one side of the wall and a row of tables pressed up against the other. The lights are a little dim but it fits with the vibes. The smell of bar food fills your nostrils, causing your mouth to salivate. There’s not many people right now but you can imagine how busy it’ll get later. There’s a bunch of men playing pool, laughing while sipping on their drinks.
You’re oblivious to the lingering eyes of other males on you until Jeongguk points it out, making your eyes widen in surprise. Curiously, you look around only to meet the eyes of a man who’s starring you up and down before he gives you a wink. Your face scrunches up in distaste and you roll your eyes before looking away. You feel the warmth radiating off Jeongguk's body which is pressed close to your side, his hand hovering over your lower back but not fully touching it. Almost as if he’s hesitant to touch you.
“You really don’t realize the effect you have huh?” He chuckles, pulling out the stool for you to sit on.
“I thought you said chivalry is dead,” You joke, sitting down on the stool before patting the one next to you.
“Listen, I’m not that much of an asshole,” He remarks, sitting beside you and you just giggle in response.
“Hey Jeongguk, what’s up man?” A tall man behind the bar greets, bumping his fist with the boy sitting next to you. He’s got tattoos as well though, not as much as Jeongguk but a few scattered on his arm and peaking out of his chest beneath his t-shirt. He’s got a handsome face as well.
Jesus, are all of his friends good looking?
“Yugyeom, hey,” Jeongguk greets.
“You guys on a date?” Yugyeom asks, wiggling his eyebrows before looking at you. “Hi, I’m Yugyeom, nice to meet you.”
You give a smile before introducing yourself as well, “Y/N.” Yugyeom bumps his fist with Jeongguk again, with a look you don’t seem to understand and you don’t think Jeongguk will explain to you either based on the sheepish expression on his face.
“So what can I get you guys to drink?” The bartender asks, hands pressed against the counter.
Jeongguk looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to respond. You shrug, “What kind of wine do you have?”
“Wine?” Jeongguk snorts, making you pout out of embarrassment.
“Leave me alone,” You whine, “I’m not much of a drinker.”
Jeongguk chuckles, shaking his head before turning to look at Yugyeom, “She’ll have a cranberry vodka and I’ll have the usual.”
Yugyeom nods, “You got it.” He turns around to begin making the drinks.
“I can’t believe you wanted wine,” Judgement in his tone but you can tell he was joking.
“That’s the only alcohol I really drink,” You defend, eating some of the complimentary nuts in front of you.
Jeongguk puffs out a laugh, “The wine you drink probably costs more than what my car is worth.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone.
Rolling your eyes at his words, you just munch on the cashews. You notice how Jeongguk doesn’t grab those specifically, probably noticing that you like those the most from the way you kept eating them. You can’t help but smile at that, chest fluttering.
“Alright,” Yugyeom comes back, “Rum coke for you,” He hands the glass to Jeongguk, “And cranberry vodka for the pretty lady.” He gives you a charming grin when he hands it to you.
“Thank you,” You tell him and he just bows at you before walking away to another customer on the other side. You bring the glass up to your lips, feeling Jeongguk’s eyes on you when you take a sip. You smack your lips together, trying to decipher the taste. He’s looking at you curiously, small smile on his lips.
“What?” You ask him, wondering why he’s staring.
“How is it?” He asks.
You shrug, taking another sip and then say, “It just tastes like cranberry juice.”
“Here,” He slides his glass over to you, “Wanna try some of mine?” You nod in response, picking up the glass to take a small sip.
The taste is refreshing of the ice cold coke but you can feel that hint of bitterness from the rum hitting the back of your throat.
“Mm,” You hum. “It’s good. Refreshing, I like it.” You tell him truthfully. “Try some of mine,” You push your drink towards him.
“I’ve had this before,” He says but picks up the glass to take a sip anyways. You watch him when he does, eyes falling to his throat where his Adam's apple moves when he swallows the beverage. “I mean it’s good I guess.” He tells you before commenting, “It tastes like juice.” He reiterates with a shrug and you laugh in response.
“I told you!” You exclaim, taking another sip of his coke before handing it back to him but before you can, he shakes his head.
“Yeah honestly my hyung knows more about alcohol than me.” He tells you with a grimace before adding, “You can have that one,” you look at him questioningly but he just waves it off. “You like it, drink it.”
The butterflies in your stomach are intense, your heart swooning at his action. He’s just making you feel more and more interested in him. You did not expect him to be so thoughtful. Maybe it isn’t a big deal to him but for you, it’s such a kind gesture.
“Thank you,” You say, drinking again and he just nods in response.
“So how did you end up working as a gardener?” You wonder.
Jeongguk seems to choke on his drink a little, causing you to jump in surprise and look at him in concern. He clears his throat, setting the glass down onto the coaster.
“I uh…you don’t know?” He asks and you glance at him in question, shaking your head before bringing the glass up to your lips again. “Well… I hit your dad’s car.” He tells you and this time, you’re almost choking on your drink. Jeongguk holds out a napkin so you can wipe your chin.
“You what?” Your eyes are wide, mouth open and you look at him as if he’s joking.
He’s not.
He clicks his tongue, “Yeah… but listen, it wasn’t that bad. I just kind of tapped the back of his car but….yeah I couldn’t get away with it.” He shakes his head as if disappointed at that and it makes you laugh.
“Well at least you guys were okay,” You say pointedly and he nods in agreement.
“Your dad’s a real cheap ass you know that,” He says bluntly and you snort at that. “No but really, he is. Because he could’ve just let me go, you know. But no, he had to get my contact information. He knew I was broke by the looks of it so instead of paying him back directly, he told me I can work off my debt.” He explains, not caring one bit that it’s your father he’s talking about. You’re not offended in the slightest, looking at him in amusement which prods him to say, “What?”
You shake your head, pressing your lips so you don’t laugh, “Nothing. You’re just very honest.” You tell him.
His eyebrows raise in surprise, hand playing with the straw of his drink and he asks, “Is that…bad?”
“No,” You smile. “Not at all. It’s refreshing honestly.” It’s true. Half the time people talk to you, you can tell it was a facade sometimes which would be quite frustrating for you. They’d be afraid to say anything that would offend you, not wanting to be on your bad side.
But Jeongguk, he didn’t care. He was honest. You liked that a lot.
“That’s good,” He tugs at the piercing in his lip thoughtfully, “My hyung tells me I can be a real dickhead sometimes.”
“I wouldn’t disagree with that,” You mutter jokingly, causing him to look at you with narrowed eyes, tongue poking into his cheek.
“Gee, thanks.” His voice is monotone when he says it and you snicker.
“Now I have a question for you,” He says and you look at him, wondering what it could be.
“Sure, what is it?” You ask.
He purses his lips together in wonderment before asking, “How did Dohyun know you the first day we met? He talked to you as if you guys have been friends for a while.” His tone says that he was genuinely curious.
You suck in the air through clenched teeth and shake your head, “I wouldn’t say we’re really friends…maybe acquaintances? I’m not sure. I might sound like a bitch for saying that.” Jeongguk shakes his head as if saying no, encouraging you to continue, “His grandpa used to be the gardener for our house. He’d always come with him when he was a little boy,” You explain to him, thinking back to the times when you were just twelve years old.
Sometimes he’d come up to you when you were playing on the swing set and he’d hand you a single flower which you would take from him out of politeness. He looked so excited whenever you took it out of his hands and said thank you, almost as if it was the greatest achievement he ever made.
Other than flowers, he’d bring you single pieces of candy and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you hated orange flavored candies. You would secretly give it to your younger brother everytime.
“And he’s been working there ever since?” Jeongguk asks and you nod in response.
“Yeah…pretty much. He was pretty upset when I had to leave for America,” You don’t know why you tell him that.
“Yeah?” He sounds amused, “The boy is quite literally whipped for you.” He tells you and you just shrug in response.
“Oh I already know,” You tell him and this time he looks at you with wide eyes, sipping on his drink as if this is the most interesting thing he’s heard. “It’s been like that since we were kids. I think he wanted to tell me before I left but I had to go so…he said he would tell me when I would come back.”
“Hm,” He hums, tongue pressing against his teeth as if pondering, “Well you’re back. Has he told you yet?”
You let out a relieved sigh, “No not yet. I’m afraid when he does tho. I don’t know if I have it in me to see the look of heartbreak on his face. He’s always smiling.” You tell him, feeling him look at you.
“He’d definitely be heartbroken, I can tell you that,” Jeongguk says before adding with a snort, “Could’ve sworn he was about to pop a boner when he saw you by the pool the first time I was with him.”
You look at him in disgust and he just cackles loudly, throwing his head back when he does, making you smile again. You just love when he laughs like that.
You purse your lips before asking, “How about you?”
Jeongguk looks confused, looking at you quizzically, “What about me?”
“Did you pop a boner when you saw me?” You joke but there was some underlying seriousness to it.
Jeongguk scoffs, looking down at the table, “As if I’d ever tell you that.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” You grin, about to take a sip of the coke but he grips the hand holding the cup before you can take the sip.
“Didn’t your parents teach you any manners? Gimme back my drink,” He commands, trying to take the glass away from you but you tighten your grip on the glass as he tries to pull it away from you but instead, tugs you along with it. You squeal, shuffling forward and instantly gripping his strong thigh when you feel yourself leaning back as if you were about to fall and he quickly wraps his left arm around your back to prevent it from happening.
Your faces are closer in proximity now, eyes staring at one another. There’s a certain glint in Jeongguk’s eyes when you look at them and you can’t help but fixate on his rose colored lips that have the silver piercing. You wonder what it would feel like against your own lips if you were to just lean forward and kiss them.
Your heart is pounding in your chest, teeth biting into your lower lip when you notice him glance down at your lips as well. Before anything can happen, you feel a finger poke your stomach, causing you to immediately recoil.
You look down to see Jeongguk’s pointed finger that did the action, surprised that you didn’t seem to notice it move away from behind your back. You also failed to notice him take the glass right out of your hands when he poked you, causing you to whine.
“Asshole!” You exclaim, attempting to get it back but he just turns his body away from you to take a sip, his left arm held in front of you as if to block you.
Jeongguk says after taking a sip, “I’m not the one asking people if they pop boners.” You roll your eyes at that, giving up and crossing your arms.
“I’m just kidding, here,” He holds out the glass for you and you lift your hand to take it but he pulls it back again to tease you, “Say please.” His voice is stern.
Instead you respond monotonously, “You’re a dick.”
Jeongguk sucks the air through his teeth and says, “You seem to be quite fond of my dick.” He jokes and you smack his shoulder, snatching the glass back so you can drink the rest of it.
For the rest of the night, you guys talk and laugh about random things while munching on the bar food Yugyeom gives you guys on the house. Jeongguk would make you giggle when he makes commentary on the men who were playing pool, making fun of how badly one of guys were playing and it was the same guy who had winked at you earlier. Once it was reaching 8 o’clock and the bar was in full swing, that’s when the two of you decided to leave.
This time when you were leaving the bar, his arm was wrapped around your back protectively as he guided you out of the place, fending off the lewd looks coming from the other men. Once you were outside and were walking towards his parked truck, you pause in your tracks, making him stop and gaze at you curiously.
“Wait,” Your eyebrows are furrowed, “Are you okay to drive?” You ask, realizing that you both just drank alcohol and that he still has to drive back.
Jeongguk breathes out a laugh, looking at you in amusement, “What do you take me for? A light weight?” You just raise your brow at him in response and he lets out a sigh, “I’m fine. It was just one drink. I wouldn’t be driving you back home if I knew I couldn’t.” His voice sounds truthful when he tells you this and for some reason, your heart stutters at that.
“Okay,” your shoulders relax and you nod, believing him.
Jeongguk releases his lower lip from his teeth and says, “If you’re still uncomfortable, I can call you a cab.” He offers and you just shake your head.
“No it’s okay,” You say before adding, “I trust you.”
He stares at you for a moment, eyes flicking around your face as if to see if you were telling the truth before he nods, “Alright, come on.”
The car ride back to your house was quiet for the most part. You’d say a few things here and there and Jeongguk would respond but there wasn’t more to it. The silence isn’t awkward however. Rather, it’s pleasant, a new wave of comfortableness between the two of you.
You had a really fun time tonight, you think. Probably the most in a while. You don’t think you can remember the last time you’ve laughed as much as you did tonight and it brings a smile to your face when you think about all the funny moments and jokes the two of you shared.
Jeongguk has ignited this fire inside of you that you don’t think you’ve ever felt. He’s funny, handsome, honest and thoughtful. For a guy you only literally just started talking to, you can already feel yourself starting to like him a lot more than you anticipated. At first you just found him to be attractive and thought he’d simply be a nice eye candy when you’d sit by the pool. However, after talking to him tonight, you found yourself wanting to get to know him more. He talked to you like you were any other person, not seeming to give a damn about who you are.
You don’t realize you’re smiling until you hear Jeongguk clear his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts and you notice how the car is now stopped and parked in front of the large gate outside of your house.
“Well, this was fun,” His tone is a little awkward when he says it, fingers tapping against the steering wheel.
You nod in agreement, grinning, “Yeah it was. I had a really good time.”
His lips quirk up into a small smile at that and he says, “That’s good. I’m glad.”
It’s quiet for a moment, the both of you unsure what to say. You break it first, “I guess I should go then.” He nods in response, clicking the unlock button of the doors.
You open the door, hesitating to get out. You’re about to step out but pause for a second, turning to look at him only to find him already looking at you. He looks curious when you stare at him and asks, “What?”
Here goes nothing.
You scoot over in the passenger seat, leaning over the console to peck the corner of his mouth before pulling back and stepping out of the car, “Goodnight. See you tomorrow!” You speak fastly, swiftly shutting the door before rushing towards the gate.Your cheeks are warm and he probably saw how red they are. He just stares at you wide eyed, almost in disbelief at what just happened.
You press your lips together, keeping yourself from smiling before waving at him one last time. You hope it wasn’t weird for him. If you read this entirely wrong the whole time, you don’t know how you would face him tomorrow.
You had no idea that Jeongguk was still sitting outside in his truck, a smile playing on his lips at what just happened.
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Jeongguk couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday night. The way you would throw your head back and laugh, hand covering your mouth. He kept making jokes and waggish commentary about how ridiculous other people in the bar look. He noticed that you were definitely a light weight. You weren't drunk but you were a little tipsy.
You became a little more touchy, shoving him or smacking his shoulder at times when he’d tease you. At one point, your hand was on his thigh absentmindedly and he’d begun to get nervous when it fell dangerously close to his crotch. It wasn’t intentional. You were clueless to how close your hand was, too busy rambling to an old man about the tricks of blackjack.
Did he mention that you’re more socializing after drinking alcohol?
Jeongguk found himself having a good time with you, enjoying your bubbly and talkative personality. You were more open and comfortable around him so it was gratifying to see this side of you. You didn’t have some nice act persona that you were putting up.
It’s what happened at the very end of your time together that had him stunned. When you kissed him on the corner of his mouth and gave him the prettiest smile he’s ever seen on you. Your cheeks were flushed a pink and you looked proud of yourself from the glimpse he caught your face before you rushed out of his truck.
It brought an automatic smile to his face, hand touching the part where you kissed him. How soft your lips felt on top of his skin. The scent of strawberry coming from your lip gloss that lingered. It’s not like Jeongguk hasn’t been kissed before. He has. But this felt different. This kiss came from you. He can feel himself having an actual crush on you. Not just physically wanting you but emotionally. He can feel something there. He was willing to explore it with you. Take it further.
Is he thinking too far ahead?
Sue him, this might just be his first real crush in so long. He knows there’s still so much to learn about you but after last night, he thinks he gets the idea. He just wants to see where it goes.
All he knows is that he likes being around you a lot.
A small smile is playing on his lips as he cuts the unnecessary weeds out of one of the bushes and he doesn't realize it until Dohyun comes up to him and points it out.
“Hey hyung! What’s got you all happy?” The boy asks in bafflement, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile since you’ve started working here.”
Jeongguk’s smile immediately drops, mouth pulled into a straight line. He’s not telling this guy why he’s happy. Considering Dohyun has the biggest crush on you, he has no idea how he’d react. Not that he’d trust Dohyun regardless of if he has a crush on you or not. Jeongguk assumes no one around the house is allowed to know about you and him hanging out and maybe he just prefers to keep it that way.
He feels a bit bad for the guy if he’s being honest. Dohyun’s been crushing on you since guys were just kids meanwhile Jeongguk just met you. However, you’ve made it clear that you do not see Dohyun in that way at all.
If you really like Jeongguk, he’d be an idiot to pass that up.
“Nothing man,” Jeongguk responds, turning to look at Dohyun only for his eyes to widen at the sight he sees before him.
Dohyun no longer has the long hair that gets into his face. His hair is now cropped short on the sides and trimmed at the top. Gone are those thick rimmed glasses that’s constantly pushing up the bridge of his nose. But that’s not what takes Jeongguk by surprise the most, it’s the black slacks and white button down that he has on that makes the older wonder what he’s up to. There’s a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a box of what looks like chocolates in the other.
Oh God, is he about to do what he thinks he is?
“Uh hey…” Jeongguk starts, dropping the plant snips onto the floor, “What’s with the whole…” He gestures his hand towards Dohyun’s get up.
The younger man grins, cheeks tinting a little pink, “I’m about to ask Y/N out on a date.”
Well fuck.
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hi everyone wow it's really been a while and i'm on list 9 already damnnn that's alot and list 10 is like half way complete already... soooo you might notice a change in the set up this time around i liked how it looked on my ao3 list so i added it here as well, i absolutely love this list like i've gone over this list a million times it's filled with alot of fics i was absolutely obsessed with, you know how attached i get to the characters and this list holds quite a few of them too so i hope you enjoy reading them as much as i did and you fall for them too... remember to give lots of love to the authors of these fics they are absolute geniuses and deserve all the respect and love in this world for creating these beautiful fics and sharing it with us so be sure to give them a follow, like and reblog or even leave a little comment i'm 100% percent sure it would mean alot to them 🥺🖤 also as these fics contain smut no under minors allowed/interact... if you would like to share some of your favourites or just wanna ramble about fics you love send me an ask i love hearing from you guys and happy reading everyone till next time ✨🖤
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dreamcatchers by @ggukcangetit f a
↬ DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.
block party by @minlucent f s a
↬ moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake. neighbours au e2l
a little bit of your heart by @yoongiofmine f s a ft. myg
↬ you had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with min yoongi. you knew you and yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything yoongi couldn’t. Will jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten yoongi enough to do something about it?
lost stars by @/yoongiofmine f s a
↬ Jungkook was lost. He didn’t know who he was anymore, so he decided to leave and find himself. But he wasn’t expecting to find you along the way, an island girl who has no idea who he is. Jungkook has a secret. But so do you. idol au s2l
secrets we keep by @/yoongiofmine f s a
↬ Being a camgirl was never your main goal in life, but when the pandemic hit and you lost your job, you were desperate. Now, two years later, the world is back to normal and you are one of the top creators of OnlyChingu; the South Korean version of OnlyFans. A website where idols hide behind anonymous profiles in search of that connection they lost during lockdown. Jungkook was never into this type of stuff. Until he ran into you. He knows you’re his perfect girl, his ideal type. Will he be able to put his own insecurities aside when chasing you? Or will you let the secrets you keep ruin you? idol au
i hate you, i love you by @jungblue s a
↬ 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.
fatal attraction by @jungcock s a ft. kth
↬ your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one. exes au serial killer thriller
pub golf by @taleasnewastime f s
↬ One night. One stupidly hot man, who just keeps appearing in every pub you go to. Six friends. Nine pubs. Nine drinks. Ten million stupid rules. Let the chaos begin. s2l
animal by @cutaepatootie f s a
↬ boxer jungkook au ANGST
things you don't know by @btsgotjams27 a
↬ It’s been seven years since you last saw the boy that broke your heart. After moving back home, you try everything you can to avoid seeing him around town, but destiny has a wicked way of doing the opposite.
entangled by @caelesjjk f s a ft. kth
↬ Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man. He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well? Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.
when the end comes by @oddinary4bts f s a
↬ Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?
new girl by @jjkeverlast f s a
↬ after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong?
horizon by @/sokooks f s a
↬ The way you approached life had started to break down Jungkook's emotional barriers. Jungkook couldn't deny that he was drawn to you in a way that was entirely new and unfamiliar. You had become more than just an assignment; you had become someone he genuinely cared about. It was the way you made him feel. With you, he felt more human than he had in a long time. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart had other plans. angel au
searching for nirvana by @/sokooks f s a
↬ he shouldn't be here. he shouldn't be touching you the way he was- but he was here before him. he was your friend, not him. he knew your body, not him. he wanted to be the only one to touch you the way you liked. he he wanted you to remember that. despite the fact that he already had someone waiting for him. best friends au cheating au.
twelve hours by @whatifyoulivelikethat s a
↬ you have twelve hours to make jeon jungkook fall in love with you. he's about to get married. you're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.
when it all... by @7deadlysinsfics f a
↬ what’s there to do when your husband says he thinks he doesn’t love you anymore? you pick up the broken pieces the best you can and try to move on
better than me ? by @/7deadlysinsfics f s a
↬ jungkook is clear on what you both are to each other. still, he doesn’t want you to think anyone else is better than him
our first and our last by @thedefinitionofbts f a ft ot7
↬ The first time you met Jeon Jungkook was on your tenth birthday. On that day, he was nothing more than the strange man who jumped into a dark portal that suddenly opened in the middle of the park. The ten year old you just stood in the grass, strands of hair ruffling from the calm breeze that swooped by; head slightly tilted, bright, innocent eyes wide open and staring at him with wonder and disbelief. There was a certain amount of confusion, but your young mind was too naïve to question his actions or what they entailed. soulmate au
dancer in the dark by @gwoongi f s a
↬ Money can’t buy you happiness. Jeongguk, for the longest time, thinks he’s happy. Truthfully, Jeongguk doesn’t know what happiness is until you find him. rockstar au
together by @httpjeon f s a ft.pjm
↬domestic!au, couple!au, stoner!au, gamer!au
hot bot by @/httpjeon f s
↬ purchasing a Hot Bot wasn’t exactly something you ever really planned on. when you do, however, it sends your life down a path of convoluted government schemes and dark secrets.
stardust by @iamtaekooked f
↬ You didn’t believe in soulmates until you lay your eyes on Jeon Jeongguk, the younger brother of your best friend’s husband. That is when you see the red string beginning encircled around your pinky and ending in his
serendipity by @rohobi f s a
↬ After you reveal your inexperienced sexual status to your best friend, Jungkook grapples with the news, startled by the idea that the girl he always thought could get anyone, is a virgin. After finding his porn at 3AM, you decide that maybe it’s about time to stain the white sheets of your world with the colors of a forbidden fruit Jungkook seems to have in the palm of his hands.
chasing shadows by @colormepurplex2 s a
↬ Your job gets you into trouble sometimes. Who would have thought crime journalism would put so many targets on your back? But, it’s happening again, someone’s threatening you. Only, this time, it’s not just you that’s in the crosshairs. Your best friend, Enola, is out on assignment and can’t help like she usually does. So, what does she do instead? She sends her brother, Jungkook, armed with a magic bag, a charming smile, and deductive reasoning skills that prove his worth as one of the best PI’s around.
I gasp once, and in that breath, I accept you in by @inkofyoonkoo f s a
↬ In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past. s2l fwb au
sweet nothing by @adonis-koo f s a
↬ Being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself. His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.
three's a crowd by @/adonis-koo s a ft. jimin
↬ When your mom’s fairytale life begins to bleed over into your world you’re suddenly caught between two men and one big secret, what was supposed to be a relaxing trip soon begins to spiral out of control. All you wanted was a free vacation… ceo au
sleepwalking by @taexual f s a
↬ due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.
empty space by @ahundredtimesover f s a
↬ It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasn’t who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions you’d been trying to bury.
OR Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didn’t hate him as much as you do.
as the world burns around us by @today-we-will-survive a
↬ You haven’t seen the sun in two years. The Virus wiped out a good three quarters of the world’s population and then the wars that followed wiped out half of that. After everything happened, it was only a matter of time before the different countries started blaming each other and emptied their nuclear arsenals. You’re still surprised Seoul survived – if you can call what it has become “surviving”
hotter than hell by @chateautae f s a
↬ 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 answer 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.
to turn a bad thing good by @/chateautae f s a
↬ jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night—and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had.
J’aime by @baepop f s a
↬ You’re the newest hire at a local café and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.
Written in the Stars by @/baepop f s a ft. kth
↬ You’re the girl of Jungkook’s dreams, literally. The only problem: you’re taken by his best friend
make me forget by @roseannekook f s a
↬ You are the lead vocalist and main dancer of your company’s first girl group, but on the fourth promotion of your debut song things don’t go as planned. At the brink of an uprising scandal, you seek refuge in the bathroom stalls…and find it in the arms of no one else but BTS’ golden maknae Jeon Jungkook.
one of your girls by @ggukiepie s a ft. pjm
↬ fwb au college au fuck boy au inspired by the song
boy in luv by @/ggukiepie f s a
↬ just two idiot best friends in l*ve college!au, bff!jk, athlete!jk, student council president oc, cheerleader!oc
the boy who left by @/gujoonim a
↬ As your eyes staring deeply into your possible client-to-be’s eyes, something crossed your mind, it was that pair of eyes that you were looking for when you being abandoned at the aisle on your wedding day. ceo au
love sewn by @jvnghxope s a
↬ You’ve never cared about the thin-as-paper walls of your beloved apartment until Jeon Jungkook moved next door. You could hear everything –from his late-night parties on Saturday, to the quality time he spent with his girlfriend in the intimacy of his bedroom. One day, everything ceases. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and you find yourself knocking his door before you can think it twice.
not yet by f s @bratkook f s a
↬ jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship.
one shot
blazes of deceit by @periminkle f a
↬ when the opportunity to finally venture past the stone walls you’ve grown up in presents itself, you jump at the chance to discover the origin of those mysterious lights—even if the trip comes with a harsh truth and a suspicious, yet undoubtedly attractive, tour guide. tangled au disney au
southpaw by @starshapedkookie f s a
↬ Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each other’s lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.
house of cards by @jeonggukingdom s a
↬ What does safe mean when you are chased by zombies, when every corner you turn could be the last one for you? What do words like home and future mean when you’re always on the run and every moment could be your last? They mean nothing and everything at the same time and Jeongguk is all of the above. He is your safe haven, he is your home and he is your future. But things like that crumble easily in your world.
enouement by @littlemisskookie s a
↬ War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook. mulan au disney au
miss taken by @junghelioseok f s
↬you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience. single parent dilfjk jk e2l
the ex text by @shadowkoo f s a
�� The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.
the proposal by @hansolmates f s a
↬Jeon’s the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesn’t go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can't refuse. based on the movie the proposal e2l
red and gold by @/thedefinitionofbts f s
↬It’s no secret that genius, billionaire, international playboy, and philanthropist- Jeon Jungkook, better known as the CEO of Jeon Industries-and even better known as Iron Man, is one of the most intelligent, wealthy, and powerful men in the world. There’s nothing that can get to him or his ego, that is, until you happen to show up and give him a run for his money.
burning bright by @snackhobi s
↬there are no secrets in the drift. if jungkook were to see the mess inside your head and heart, laid utterly bare, he’d turn away from you. based on the movie pacific rim
but we loved young by @jl-micasea-fics s a
↬Jungkook is everything you’re not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don’t, and to that end, you suppose you’re fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.
the shoulder on which you cry by @lemonjoonah f s a ft. knj
↬ after moving away from your hometown five years ago, you’ve struggled on every return. each trip back being made out of haste due to an unfortunate event in your life. namjoon has always been there to help you through those moments. but when he can’t be there to support you during your current trip home, jungkook offers to stay by your side and be the comfort you need.
illusion of choice by @hobibliophile f s a
↬ You’ve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brother’s mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancé.
the blue princess and her red rose by @/cutaepatootie f s a
↬ After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria. princess au
rigor mortis by @readyplayerhobi f s a
↬ A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.
lowkey by @joonbird s
↬ Jungkook is the nude model for your art school’s life drawing class.
part-time lover by @sketchguk f s a
↬there is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jeongguk. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jeongguk desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nation’s most prestigious private school. only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one another’s minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.
sweet apple biscuits by @rosaetae a
↬ a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy. inspired by the anime 'orange'
i'll be home by @wwilloww f s a ft.knj
↬ When your first love, Jungkook, disappeared from your village five years ago, no one thought he would return, let alone on the night of your betrothal to another man.
white lies by @noteguk f s a
↬ in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you.
yes coach by @/taleanewastime s
↬ You play in a local netball team and as a new season starts you have a new coach. Enter Jungkook, he may look soft, but he turns out to be a hard taskmaster, one who ruffles your feathers when he makes some changes to the team. Tensions grow between you through the weeks, until they finally reach breaking point.
spf 50 by @gimmeyoon f s
↬ If you have to spend your summer home from college working a job you hate, it might as well include sitting by the pool with Jungkook. Now if only kids could stop vomiting in it.
fifth wish by @jiminrings f a
↬ jeon jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while he’s at his prime. why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead? alternatively, jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind — to get rid of you.
blacklisted by @/httpjeon s a ft. kth
↬after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.
↬looking for other jjk fics or the other members check out my library
#kiki!fic!rec#moon's recs#jungkook#jungkook:oneshot#jungkook:series#jungkook:smut#jungkook:angst#jungkook:fluff#favourites!jjk#jungkook fanfiction#bts fanfiction#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff#jungkook fic recs#jungkook x reader#jungkook fanfic#jungkook series#moonchild1#jungkook scenarios#jeon jungkook#bts jungkook
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I want some au +18 more then one shot with jk. any suggestions? I trust your opinion so much hahahah
Uuuuuh everything I read is usually 18+ haha but I rarely read oneshots, I'm more of a multi-chaptered girlie. Buuuuut I did read a couple of oneshots for Bookclub so here's some of them:
Ambrosia & nectar by @hisunshiine (it's my second time recommending this one haha I really loved it)
strictly platonic by @jeonqkooks (also my second time recommending this one haha)
Covert Affairs by @minisugakoobies
So these are the ones I read for Bookclub! If anyone has any other suggestions, feel free to send them to me so that I can share with you guys!:)
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Jungkook Fic Recommendations
a - angst
f - fluff
s - smut
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Series
Home (f s a)
One Shots
forget me not (a f)
⊹₊⋆ 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.
champagne confetti (a s)
⊹₊⋆ You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?
bottle up old love (a s f)
⊹₊⋆ 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.
cabin fever (f s a)
⊹₊⋆ trapped in a cabin with your ex-best friend jungkook, you’re forced to overcome the fallout between you two.
romantic dreams (s a)
⊹₊⋆ he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bear.
Guilty Pleasures (a s)
⊹₊⋆ Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
Better Boyfriend Than Him (a s)
⊹₊⋆ jungkook makes it a mission to prove to you that he can be better than your boring boyfriend. when it comes to sex, at least.
strictly platonic (f a s)
⊹₊⋆ Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.
#bts#bts x reader#bts fic recs#bts smut#bts angst#bts fluff#jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook fic recs#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#jungkook angst#jeon jungkook
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jeon jungkook fic recs!
❁ romantic dreams | jeon jungkook - @kooktrash (he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bear.)
❁ Toned, Tanned, Fit & Ready - jungkook - @thvhoe (Jungkook loves acting like the word "Pain" doesn't exist in his vocabulary.)
❁ redamancy - jjk (part II) - @lesgetittkookie (jeongguk is just a normal dude with a simple routine. wake up, go to the gym, work his job as a waiter at this posh upscale restaurant in the heart of gangnam before coming home to a night full of video games and ramen (it's delicious and cheap). that routine gets disrupted when he accidentally taps the back of an expensive sports car of one of the richest men in south korea. considering he's broke, he couldn't afford to pay for the damages so the man makes a deal with him by offering him to work at his house as one of the gardeners. jeongguk takes it but wasn't prepared to meet this beautiful young woman who's constantly lounging by the pool, you, the rich man's daughter.)
❁ guys my age | jeon jungkook - @kooktrash (a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.)
❁ perfect timing. - jungkook - @delugguk (one night in a city full of life; what it's supposed to be a friendly and fun dinner date, ends up with a night full of unrevealed secrets and unexpected pleasure.)
❁ ⤷ seven days — jjk - @jvngkoos (jungkook does everything to make you forgive him for seven days, will you pity him and accept his apology?)
❁ visions - jungkook (yandere) - @trivia-yandere (you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go.)
❁ ⤷ got her skippin’ work — jjk - @jvngkoos (trying to go to work is an everyday challenge for you with a boyfriend like jungkook, and it’s one of those mornings where he does anything and everything to keep you in bed with him)
❁ ego season masterlist | jjk - @sparklingchim (your ex-high-school crush is now your fuck buddy. you just gotta make sure that your older brother taehyung, jungkook's best friend, doesn't catch you red-handed.)
❁ Devoted to Trouble - @jeonsweetpea (In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world?)
❁ RAINY DAYS | JEON JUNGKOOK - PART ONE - @rklve (your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.)
❁ seven days a week | jjk (m) masterlist - @jjkeverlast (jeon jungkook has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.)
❁ blueberry haze | jjk - @caelesjjk (he had been eye fucking you from the stage all night. but you never expected anything to come of it. but when you run into the beautiful blue haired drummer after the show, you decide to let him show you some of his other talents.)
❁ cabin fever | jjk (m) - @jeongi (trapped in a cabin with your ex-best friend jungkook, you’re forced to overcome the fallout between you two.)
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