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sickiebabytae · 1 year

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If your requests are still open and if you have time, can I request a scenerio where a member eats something way too late at night (like ramen or something) and wakes up in the morning really nauseous? My brain is screaming either Jungkook or Namjoon but I’ll leave the sickie up to you! ❤️ thanks in advance!! I love your writing

thank you so much for the request, anon!! I'm so so sorry it's taken me literally forever to get to this, and that I kind of derailed a bit when it came to the original plot 😭😭 I hope this is still to your liking!

sickie: jungkook

caretaker: namjoon

word count: 2125

jungkook knows this will be a bad idea the moment he sets out the (six) ramen cups neatly on the table, but rational thinking isn't really in his ballpark right now. he's been feeling stressed out from their tour lately, and feels as if he hasn't been performing as well as he should be, so he thinks he needs a good stress-eating session to get his mind off of things.

but as jungkook takes a step back and looks at the ramen cups laid out, he can't help but laugh to himself. "this is so stupid." he murmurs, pulling out his phone. this is something he thinks army might enjoy. plus, he's been trying to be more active on Twitter recently. he captions the photo with something funny and his hashtag before setting his phone down and beginning.

just as he finishes getting through the first cup and a half, lips already zinging with spice, he feels his phone vibrate against the table. he picks it up and sees it's a message from namjoon.

rapmon hyung: jungkook what the hell are you doing

rapmon hyung: I saw your post -_-

jungkook feels a sheepish smile spread across his face.

jungkook: … I'm eating my emotions

jungkook: :D

rapmon hyung: good god jungkook

rapmon hyung: this screams bad idea, you know

rapmon hyung: your stomach is going to hate you tomorrow :/

jungkook: ill be fine hyung dw

jungkook: we've got a off day tomorrow anyways, it'll be fine

rapmon hyung: you know jimin wants to go sightseeing tomorrow

jungkook: yeah, I know, I'll be okay for it :)

jungkook: please don't worry hyung, it cant turn out THAT bad

jungkook can practically hear namjoon sighing from his hotel room a few doors down

rapmon hyung: okay fine

rapmon hyung: I trust you

rapmon hyung: but don't say i didn't warn you

jungkook: ay ay captain

with that, jungkook returns to his food.

this was definitely a bad idea, jungkook thinks to himself when he's all done. well, mostly done. by the last two he couldn't bring himself to finish off the soup at the bottom. his stomach is already bloated and full beyond belief.

he decides to make light of the situation and posts an update to twitter with one photo of the (nearly) empty ramen cups and one selfie of him looking, very rightly, in pain. his lips feel swollen and his nose won't stop running and itching from the spice, eyes watery too. he throws all the cups away and shuffles into the bathroom, washing his face down and stifling a burp into his hand. he shudders and sighs. "you idiot, jungkook," the singer whispers to himself, voice thick. he pushes himself back out to his room and gets into bed. maybe lying down will help him digest, he thinks, all lessons he's ever learned in his entire life failing to come to him as his eyes start drooping closed. he feels like he's going to be sick already and he doesn't like it. maybe he'll just… rest his eyes for a moment. let the world fall silent around him. yeah, yeah that's what he'll do.

against his will, jungkook begins to fall asleep, and he drifts off before he's even able to stop himself.

jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night, sweaty and stomach cramping. he winces and sits up instantly. "oh god- fuck-" he swings his legs over the side of the bed, but that alone forces stomach acid up that burns his throat as he burps. he places a hand over his mouth and cringes, swallowing. "shit-" he freezes in place with no idea what to do. how did this happen? he feels so much worse than when he did when he-

he fell asleep. a groan leaves his lips. he just had to have fallen asleep. his stomach is killing him, bubbling and churning. he thinks he's going to throw up.

moving slowly, he shuffles to the table and grabs his phone. more stomach acid burns up his throat, swallowing again. he goes to text namjoon since he seemed to be the only one who was caught up with his shenanigans the night before and sees that he missed a message right before he fell asleep.

rapmon hyung: jungkook you look terrible-

rapmon hyung: did you really eat all of that??

jungkook sighs before reluctantly sending a text of his own, deciding to ignore namjoon's. he only hopes that namjoon is either still awake or won't wake up from the message notification. he just wants someone to know what's happening

jungkook: I feel sick

jungkook: really sick

jungkook: I'm really sorry :(

jungkook shuffles back to bed and sits down, not wanting to lay back in case it makes whatever acid reflux is going on worse. he jolts with a hiccup and grimaces, untucking his shirt from the jeans he'd forgotten to change out of that keep digging into his stomach. he slips his hand in between the hemline and his abdomen to give it some leeway, sighing when it provides the slightest bit of relief. he knows he should get up and change, but he doesn't want to risk it. he feels like the tiniest movement will set his stomach off.

his phone vibrates in his other hand to jungkook's surprise and he lifts it to look at the screen to see namjoon having responded to his message.

rapmon hyung: god kid I told u

rapmon hyung: hold on

rapmon hyung: I'm coming over

jungkook's eyes widen, mortified already. namjoon cant come, he knows he looks a mess.

jungkook: no no no-

jungkook: hyung it's fine really

jungkook: I just felt like someone should know

jungkook: hyung-

as jungkook types out his next text, he hears knocking at the door followed by a hushed, "jungkook? are you in there?"

jungkook suppresses a groan and slowly pushes himself to stand, stifling a low whimper when his stomach churns in protest. he makes his way to the door, unable to straighten properly from just how full and in pain he is, and opens it with cheeks flushed with both shame and the beginnings of what might be a fever. jungkook doesn't know at this point. "hey, hyung." he murmurs. he can't bring himself to meet namjoon's eyes.

he hears the leader sigh and make his way in, warm hands coming to rest by jungkook's sides. "you idiot, come on. let's go back to bed. I'll grab you some clothes."

jungkook manages a few short nods, trudging his way back to bed and laying down in a curled up position, fighting back a grimace and laying his hand back over his stomach. he can vaguely make out namjoon shuffling around the room, grumbling under his breath. probably something to do with jungkook's clothing organization. or lack thereof; jungkook has always had a bit of an unorthodox way of storing his clothes while on tour. it's just how his brain works, okay?

still keeping his gaze averted, jungkook feels the bed dip next to him. he allows himself the smallest of glances and notices the clothes on namjoon's lap. jungkook can't help but smile; those are some of his favorite pyjamas to wear on hard days. he didn't know that namjoon had picked up on it.

"arms up." namjoon orders gently. jungkook reluctantly complies. he can't help but blush when namjoon pulls his soiled, sweaty shirt off, feeling embarrassed that namjoon has to deal with this. to top it off, jungkook shivers when the air conditioning hitting him, realizing belatedly that his bloated stomach is now on display and painfully obvious. jungkook finds himself wrapping his arms around it as quickly as possible and curling in on himself.

namjoon sighs. "jungkook-ah, look at me please."

jungkook shakes his head stubbornly. but before he knows it, namjoon's hand comes up to his cheek and tilts his head up, their eyes meeting. jungkook finally clocks just how welled up with tears his are, and he can see it when namjoon clocks it, too. "jungkook, are you crying??"

at that, jungkook feels his bottom lip quiver. a sob bubbles up out of him, unexpectedly. "fuck, I'm sorry-" he tries to look away again, but namjoon doesn't let up.

"hey hey, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like such a big deal I just-" namjoon sighs again. "you're feeling really sick, huh?"

jungkook manages a pathetic nod. another sob.

namjoon gives a nod back. "okay, that's okay." he says; it sounds like he's talking more to himself than jungkook, but the maknae is too caught up in his self pity to notice it all that much. "we can get through this, not the first time one of us has gotten knocked down."

"but… the sightseeing… the others-"

"will understand if you can't make it tomorrow." namjoon promises with a gentle smile. "now let's finish getting you changed so you don't get more sick from the cold hitting you."

it's been an hour and jungkook has yet to fall asleep. namjoon lays next to him, having already drifted off a while ago, snoring away without a care in the world. jungkook is extremely jealous. his stomach is still gurgling and churning and it doesn't seem to want to provide him with any relief any time soon.

slowly, carefully, jungkook pushes himself up into a sitting position, afraid that he might choke on the productive burps that keep crawling up his throat. he worries at his fingers. his breathing feels short and heavy and jungkook swears under his breath. he hates this. he hates being sick. arguably more than anything in the world. he hates feeling so gross and out of control and-

great, he's crying again. jungkook shoves his head into his hands and tries not to make too much sound. this is all his fault, and he knows it, and that makes the whole situation so much worse somehow; this disaster is a product of his own making.

jungkook's head continues to swim and swirl with thoughts, and before he knows it, something heavy rushes up his throat. his mouth waters dangerously, a sour feeling coating the back of his tongue and weighing it down. he's definitely going to throw up. he feels it coming on, and fast.

throwing the sheets off himself as quickly as he can, jungkook hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, hand clamped over his mouth. he crouches in front of the toilet with a few heavy pants, white-knuckling the sides of the bowl. the first wave of vomit comes out of him with a guttural gag before jungkook can even fully process that it's happened. and then another wave comes out. and then another. and then he's rolling; more specifically, his stomach is rolling. agonizingly so.

jungkook tries his hardest to be quiet. he really, really does. but it's difficult to do so when each round of puke rips his breath from his chest and burns the way up his throat, eliciting involuntarily whimpers and groans and pants.

he feels a warm hand on his back before he registers the fact that someone has joined him in the bathroom; namjoon. jungkook can't help but give a choked sob. "i-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I-"

"shh," namjoon hushes. "it's okay. just get everything up, it'll help you feel better."

namjoon's calm, deep voice helps some of the tension leave jungkook's muscles, but they quickly seize up again when he has to throw up once more.

after another five minutes or so go by, the last few filled with nothing but weak, unproductive gags and pants as jungkook tries to regain his breath, namjoon decides to make the executive decision that jungkook is done. the leader reaches over to flush the toilet and helps jungkook to his feet. "come on, let's wash out your mouth and go to bed."

jungkook gives a weak moan but lets himself be dragged to the sink, pliable. now that his stomach is left with nothing more than a dull ache, and waves of relief continually washing over him from the nausea finally being gone, jungkook is tired. so, so tired. he barely feels it as namjoon guides him through washing out his mouth and leading him back to bed, helping jungkook sit on the edge as namjoon shuffles off to grab a new shirt, jungkook having soiled the one he'd changed into from sweat.

the boy is practically already out cold by the time he's been changed and tucked in. the last thing he registers is a gentle touch brushing back his hair and the familiar voice of his leader whispering for him to "sleep well, jungkookie."

#hello..?#😀😀😀#im here!#its been so long im SO sorry #please forgive me 😞😞#but im back!! (hopefully)#i really want to try to get more fics out after this because i really do miss writing #until then tho #emeto tw #emeto #sick!jungkook #caretaker!namjoon #(ive also never really written joon before so this was fun for me)#okay bye! 💗#i also havent completely proof read this so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes 🙏

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ggukkiereads · 2 years

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Hii!!It will be so good if you could help me find jungkook FF/scenerio where:

Jungkook and oc loved eachother very much but oc's parents didn't approve of their marriage because jungkook was not rich.

Jungkook works multiple jobs, to save money and to go on a vacation with oc because thye didn't get the chance to go on a vacation when they get married.

And oc didn't like jungkook work so much. Doing overtime. Multiple jobs etc etc.

And one day oc finds out that he works as bartender in joon/jin(I forgot who's bar was it exactly) as extra job and ahe was so sad about it because she didn't want him to overwork.

Please, can you tell me the title. It wil be so good. Please.

It was such a good writing, everything was so good and a little bit realistic. I haven't read such good writing with much plot in a while. It will be so helpful if you find it out.

Thank you.

Iloveyou😚!!

🌷Hi, bub! Sorry for answering this a bit late. Trying to go through my inbox and I saw this (also received a similar ask a day or two ago so I thought I’d answer this).

This is actually in my jungkook established rel fic recs . It’s by @mintseesaw (title below):

Enjoy!

#jungkook husband au #fichunting #cosmosflowerthatsyouare #mintseesaw #jungkook x reader #jungkook established relationship #🌷 chats #fierce and delicate #felicity

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jincentrics · 6 years

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REQUESTED- HORNY JIN X BTS |NSFW|

💋 jin be the sole reason as to why hobi has yet to finish his mixtape

💋 because coincidentally the rapper likes to start working right at the moment where Jin is nearby and all the vocalist wants to do is plop on to Hoseoks lap and grind against his cock.

💋 jin getting clumsy during dance practice because he can't help but zone in on the way Jimin would grind onto the floor during a certain part of the song.

💋 Immediately making a bee line towards the restroom, hands already down his pants after a fan meet and greet, because namjoon didn't wear any boxers under those sweatpants he was wearing. And every time he moved you could clearly see his……

💋 waking up while he was in the middle of a wet dream about yoongi and subtly, not so subtly quickly beginning to moan out the rappers name while he jerked himself off as if yoongi was not literally laying right across from him, suddenly wide awake.

💋 jin sucking jungkooks dick in one of the changing rooms because his mouth has been feeling really empty lately

💋 taehyung not taking any of Jin's shit and fucking him into whatever nearby surface he could find, the moment Jin gets that needy look in his eyes

💋 jin screaming out all the members names as he fucked himself on a dildo he attached to the shower walls,

💋 simultaneously torturing all the members because he kept the door locked.

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suga-angel · 6 years

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A Crossroad Deal (6)

Summary: After getting out of a long term relationship, you try to move on with your life. However, having spent the last three years unavailable, you are not sure you know how to get back out there again, let alone if you even want to. That is, until you meet Jeon Jungkook, the barista at your college coffee shop. He is more than happy to help you wet your toes in the dating scene again, but at what cost?

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: A little of everything

Word Count: 5k

College!Jungkook, somewhat FuckBoy!Jungkook

A/N: Happy Holidays! Hope you enjoy!

Chop chop chop.

The sharpened metal sliced through its target with mastered ease. Every slice produced was cut with nearly impossible uniformity, with only the bare minimal going to waste. With each downwards glide of the knife, sharp aromas burst into the air, stimulating the senses. The smell alone encouraged the blade to move faster to the point that it waltzed along its wooden dance floor in a blur of vibrant red, green, and sterling silver. The experience was mesmerizing in itself; the outcome all the greater.

“Look at them.” A nearby voice sneered, judgment rolling from it in waves. The sound drew your thoughts away from your task long enough for your concentration to slip. The knife you had been skillfully wielding to chop up the peppers missed its target and instead kissed the side of your finger. A sharp hiss passed your lips from the sting, but your roommate continued to glare into the living room ignorantly. “Longing around the living room with a beer in hand while us women slave away in the kitchen. What are we, freakin’ house wives?”

“Yes,” You spat with as little condescension as could be managed while using your other hand to rummage through the junk drawer blindly for the bandage box. “Because the division of labor between us two women is split so evenly.”

“What?” She had the nerve to raise the pitch of her voice as she averted her gaze away from the boys. “I’ve helped!”

Using your teeth you tore at the bandage wrapping, all while leveling Minjin with an even stare. “Namjoon has been more of a help and his only job is to not break anything.”

“And a wonderful job I’ve been doing.” Namjoon sauntered in, raising his beer in a silent cheer. “Plus, me and Minho hyung carried everything up here and set up the living room while somebody fussed about their make-up.”

Your roommate’s cheeks tinged pink. “He was early! I had to hurry and get ready!”

“Actually, I was on time.” A pair of arms slithered around the woman’s waist from behind, eliciting a small yelp from her. “You were running late.”

“Again.” Namjoon accentuated your guest’s statement while sipping at his bear. “Plus, how long have you two been together? Does it even matter if he sees you without make up anymore?”

The couple both responded in contradicting fashions, much to your amusement. However, with a quick glance at the time, it faded quickly. With new fervor, you quickly went back to preparing your concoction. “Two minutes ‘til game time guys.”

That quickly woke everyone up. Namjoon sat down his beer and stepped up. “Okay, less than a hundred and twenty seconds on the clock guys. Y/N, finish up your salsa and cheese dip, hyung, check the bean dip in the oven, Minjin, grab the alcohol and shot classes, I’ll get the sliders and hot dogs, meet in the living room in sixty seconds. Break!”

With a clap of the hands, the kitchen broke out into frenzy. Right off the bat Namjoon started moving before the play was called, starting the desperate college students off badly with a false start. The game then picked up with Minjin racing to the liquor cabinets only to be blocked by Minho approaching from her left. Meanwhile, Namjoon scrambled around them and headed for his target. Entrees in hand, he set his eyes on the end zone. However, first step in that direction and he’s fumbling the play. He frantically let out a desperate cry as he lunged to reclaim it, but Minho stealthily intercepts it.

“Check the bean dip!” he shouted over his shoulder as he scrambles around Minjin, who was struggling with her position as drink handler. To his right, you did your best to pull a hail Mary with your concoctions in the middle of this broken play.

“Done!” Namjoon let out a victorious shout as he reached in the oven bare handed to pull out the dip. Spotting her teammates error in judgment, Minjin cried out towards him but it is too late. With an anguish filled yelp, Namjoon stumbled back, cradling his burnt hand to his chest.

“Oppa, get to the living room, I got this!” you ordered to Minho, piling your prized recipes in your injured roommates arms before shoving him towards the end zone. “Go, go, go!”

His injury quickly forgotten, he hugged the bowls in his arms and rans down the field. You’re just about to get back to your task when you spot it; Minjin forgot the packet of shot glasses. “Oppa! Heads up!” You tossed the package to Minho, affectively passing them into the end zone. All that is left now is the dip.

“Y/N, hurry, the games about to start!” Minjin warned as she hurries to tear open the package Minho passed to her.

“Ten seconds!” Namjoon added, checking the time on his phone.

With speed you did not know you possessed, you shoved on the oven mitts and dived in to pull out the dip before making a sharp one eighty-degree turn and rushed for the final touchdown.

Ten feet…

Six feet…

Two and a Half…

Two…

One and three-quarters…

With an ear busting cheer from your teammates, you dove for the spot between Minjin and Namjoon backside first just in time to see the kick-off.

Minjin leans away from you with a small yelp. “Watch where you’re swinging that. I don’t want to end up like Joonie.”

“Joonie did that to himself,” you defended, setting the dip on the small section of empty space in the vast feast before you. Someone had managed to add small packaged pastries to the assortment without you realizing it. You were entirely grateful for it too. “Anyways, is it going to be me and Namjoon for the home team?”

“Hey!” Minjin protested, sitting up straight with a scowl. “Why do I have to play for the enemy?”

From behind her Minho watched his lover argue with a fond smile forming in the corner of his lips, as if he truly found even her disgust to be associated with his school team to be cute. It was not something you could quite wrap your head around.

“Because you’re dating the enemy.” Your teammate remarked as he readied two shot glasses. “Sorry hyung.”

Being acknowledged snapped Minho out of whatever daze he had fallen into. His once love-sick smile was now replaced with a grin filled with mischief. “Where is your sense of loyalty to the love of your life, babe?”

She pursed her lips. “Fine. But only because our school teams sucks anyways.”

“Ha!” you exclaimed, moving to sit at the edge of your seat as your favorite defender sacked the opposing team. The impact was so forceful you couldn’t help but wince a bit in sympathy for the victim. Nonetheless, you didn’t let it deter you from thrusting the liquid punishment towards your roommate. “Karmas a bitch. Now drink up traitor.”

She accepted the shot glass with a scowl. “Competitions is ugly on you, you know.”

“That’s not very fair,” Minho defended, downing his shot in a quick tilt of his head. “I think it just brings out her inner colors.”

“More like her inner ugly.” Your roommate grumbled around the shot glass before downing it in much the same fashion as her teammate. With a small grimace she slammed the glass back down on the table. “Fill it up, slut. The next round will be for your losing ass.”

“Aren’t men supposed to be the overly competitive sex?” Namjoon inquired from beside you. His eyes drifted from between you and Minjin with half a smile starting to form on his perplexed face.

Minjin sneered. “That’s sexist.”

“Keep it up, Joonie.” Your eyes never left the screen as you spoke. “Keep goading her, we’ll have this game in the bag.”

That got her attention. “Hey, you still have to take a drink whether or not we spot it or not.”

You shook your head as you spoke. “If a tree farts and no one is around to hear it, does it leave a smell? No. And since no one smelt it, it’s like no one dealt it. Therefore, I don’t have to drink.”

The room fell into a silence as all eyes turned in your direction. Some, like Minjin, didn’t seem like she knew if she wanted to argue with your reasoning or give it to you for your creativity. Others, such as the male population, looked as if they had bitten into a lemon.

“That’s not how that saying goes,” Namjoon finally spoke up, looking you up and down with a slightly scrunched up nose.

“And I’m pretty sure what you’re talking about is cheating.” The older man added, a smile starting to tug at his lips despite himself.

“Honey, honey.” Minjin interjected, patting her boyfriend’s knee gently. “Give her that one, she earned it.”

Raising your bottle of beer in the air, you tilted it in her direction. “Damn straight I did.”

“Plus,” A small smirk formed on the other woman’s face. “By her own reasoning, we don’t have to take a shot for that penalty.”

“What?” Your head snapped in the direction of the screen just in time to see the referee calling the move. “Bullshit, take your drink you hoe!”

The bickering that followed would be one of many that would break out in the following hours. Sometime between the argument of what is considered a victory dance and the chip incident where Namjoon somehow managed to trip over the table at just the right angle to send the chip bowl flying back into the room it came from, the snacks that were once in plenty of supply had dried up to a few bits and pieces scattered between wrappers and used up napkins. By the time halftime came around, there was only breadcrumbs and what was left of the liquor standing proudly upon the ravaged table.

“Wow.” Minjin eyed the disaster that laid before her with wide eyes. “We’re pigs.”

“Excuse me?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow at his roommate. “This was all you two. I barely got one chip in before they were all gone.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t of kicked the chips off to Neverland you would’ve gotten some.” She countered, tilting her head towards the kitchen. Off in the distance the once clean floor was now a graveyard for the forgotten sliced potatoes who were whisked away before they could’ve fulfilled their crunchy destiny. Now they lay crumbled and defeated on the tile flooring, abandoned by their owner but never forgotten. The reminder pulled a hearty sigh from you as you looked on at the tragic sight.

“Speaking of which…” Oppa spoke up, glancing in the same direction as you. “Are we really not going to go pick that up?”

“Leave it.” Gloom took root in your voice as you spoke. “They are a reminder of what was lost.”

“Hyung is right, we’re going to get ants.”

The doubt was clear in the look you shot him. “We’re on the second floor.”

He merely gave a shrug. “Bugs don’t discriminate.”

“I don’t do bugs.” With a small shiver, Minjin stood up. “You guys clean that up, I’m heading to the market to grab a few snacks for the rest of the game.”

Minho perked up at the mention of food. “Oh, get those cute sugar cookies while you’re out. You know, with the sprinkles.”

That got Namjoon’s attention. “Oh, and those gummies. The one’s shaped like the Minions, not those fake Ninja Turtle shits they sell.”

A smirk slowly formed as she leaned down to grab her purse. “I’m dating a child.”

“Hey, we’re manly.” The offense that took form in the older mans tone was matched by the slight puffing of his chest.

Your roommate nodded in agreement. “Our manliness is so great we’re not even threatened by your attempt to emasculate us.” Despite his noble words, you didn’t miss the way his muscles flexed against the fabric of his sleeves.

“Right. My mistake.” Her teeth flashed the group as her lips spread out into a brilliant smile. “I’ll be back in ten.”

“Don’t forget my cookies!” Minho called after her.

“And chips!” You added hastily after glancing at the graveyard once more.

With a roll of her eyes, she said her final goodbye before closing the door after her. Minho stared after her for a few moments, seeming to be counting down to something in his head. Soon after he sat up straighter, turning his full attention to the remaining of the group. “I need to talk to you guys.”

His statement caught you as you were scooping the remaining fudge that clung to the pastry wrapper with your finger. The delectable chocolate had barely passed your lips when he had turned in your direction. With the wide eyes of someone who had been caught in the act, you reply with an startled, “What?”

The older graduate paid you no mind, already used to your shameless behavior. “Our anniversary is coming up. Mine and MinMin’s.”

Joonie visibly cringed from the nickname. “We’re very much aware.”

“Yeah, well I want to make it special.” Minho continued on. “And as you know, your apartment is the first place we met…”

This time it was your turn to scrunch up your face. “Please, we are all very much aware of your rom-com worthy love story.”

Namjoon nodded vigorously. “Painfully so.”

Minho had the decency to smile sheepishly. “Well, I was thinking I could re-enact it here. You know, buy her favorite pizza, put on my old uniform, come and surprise her with dinner and a bunch of other cheesy memory lane stuff. But it would kind of be ruined if her two roommates were in the apartment to reminisce with us…”

You blinked a couple of times. “He’s trying to kick us out of our apartment.”

“Minjin would love that though.” To your horror, you noticed the smile that was forming on your friend’s face. “You know how into that cringy romantic shit she is.”

“But…” you stammered, buying yourself time to think up an excuse. “But where would I go?”

“You’d be more than welcome to stay at my place.” Minho offered helpfully, blinding you with his annoyingly hopeful smile.

It did nothing to stop the taste of bile that rose to your throat. “With Jinho? Yeah, that definitely isn’t going to happen.”

Namjoon shrugged. “I’m going to go stay with Hoseok, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“I can hear Yoongi oppa complaining now.” Just one look at the doe eyed man in front of you had a sigh being extracted from you. “Fine, I’ll brave Jihyun’s couch.”

Before you could comprehend what was happened, a pair of strong arms was encircling you in a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

A chuckle escaped your lips despite yourself. “Yeah, well, you guys are too cute to stand in your way anyways.”

“Sickeningly so.” A smile broke on Namjoon’s lips at his words.

Minho’s grin lit up his face. “Really, thank you. Minjin will love it. I just know it.”

“Just don’t love it on any surface that is communal.” Namjoon’s nose crinkled as he spoke. Your head quickly nodded along with his statement. No one wanted to relive what happened last time the lovebirds had the apartment to themselves. Some thing could not be unseen.

He older man ducked his head with a sheepish grin. “Will do.”

“Well, we might as well get to cleaning up the kitchen,” you stated grimly. “Minjin will not let us live it down if she finds a bug in the apartment.”

“Nose goes!” Minho had his finger flying to the tip of his nose before the words even passed his lips. You were quick to follow fashion, staring wide eyed at the bewildered graduate beside you.

“How old are you two again?”

“Old enough to know that this,” Minho motioned with his free hand between yourself and Min-ho while his finger remained attached to his nose, “means that we don’t have to do shit.”

A victorious grin split your cheeks. “So get to work, you slow fucker.”

With a smug sense of pleasure, you watched your grumbling friend stand to his feet and make his way to clean up his disaster. Beside you, Minho gave a good-natured chuckle as he started to pick up some of the wrappers that had been carelessly thrown around the room. You bend over to help him out when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Must be Jihyun, you thought as you pull out your phone. Your obnoxious friend had been upset all week about not being able to make the traditional game day drinking game today. You wouldn’t put it past her to bitch about it some more over texts. To your surprise though, it was not Jihyun who had messaged you.

Mickey: Come over [2:47p.m.]

Mickey: Plz? [2:47p.m.]

Mickey: I’m sick of studying [2:48p.m.]

Mickey: I have pizza? [2:49p.m.]

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards as your eyes scanned your screen. Within seconds, your fingers were flying across your keyboard.

You: Pineapple? [2:50p.m.]

Mickey: Duh. [2:51p.m.]

Mickey: U in? [2:51p.m.]

Your index finger tapped against the side of your phone as you glanced up at your surroundings. If you were being honest, the game thus far had left your head a little more tipsy than you would like to admit. It would probably be a bad idea to go anywhere at this point. Plus, you and Namjoon were sure to win this time. You couldn’t call it quits now. And anyways, the other boy really had some studying to get done if he hoped to pass his class.

You: Save me some, I’ll stop by tomorrow [2:55p.m.]

With your mind made up, you set your phone on the table to get back to cleaning up. Tomorrow you’d have to put up with his complaints but it was for his own good. To your surprise, your phone vibrated not long after.

Mickey: Fine, but only a slice of the cheese one [2:58p.m.]

Mickey: Late comers don’t deserve pineapple [2:59p.m.]

A head suddenly appeared over your shoulder. “What are you smiling at?” The sound of his voice startled you enough to look up from your phone. Quickly, you pressed the power button to shut down your screen, but it was too late; a smirk was already forming on the older man’s lips. “Mickey? Is that the guy Minmin was telling me about?”

Your shoulder lifted in a careless shrug as you pocketed your phone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right.” The tone of his voice portrayed his true thoughts on the matter. “Is he who you’ve been sneaking out at night to go see the past few weeks?”

“I’m a grown ass women and this is my damn apartment, I do not have to sneak out of it.” You huff indignantly; making sure your voice was low enough so that it couldn’t be heard from the kitchen. “And anyways, why is your girlfriend gossiping about me?”

“She’s excited.” He stated simply. “She says it’s about time you got out of your dry spell.”

A red tinge settled on the apples of your cheeks. “I am not going through a dry spell!” You hissed desperately under your breath.

Minho raised his trash filled hands in surrender. “Hey, I don’t judge.”

“There’s nothing to judge!”

“What are we judging?” Namjoon questioned, walking back into the room. Traces of the chip disaster were evident on his socked feet. You jumped at the opportunity given to you.

“The fact that you’re trailing crumbs all over the floor with your dirty socks.” You jabbed a finger in the offending party’s direction, affectively drawing everyone’s attention towards them. “Minjin will throw a bitch fit if she comes back to see that.”

“At least I’ve been cleaning, what have you two been doing?” Even though his voice was laced with indignation, he toed at his socks to rid them of any evidence.

“Cleaning up after your ass, like usual.” You quickly interjected when you spotted Minho opening his mouth to reply. “You two boys are slobs, honestly.”

There it was, the perfect thing to distract both of your possible attackers. Both of their attentions were instantly focused on you in different stages of offense. Minho was the first to object.

“Did she just speak to me informally?”

“You and Minjin are the one’s who destroy the apartment!” Namjoon soon followed with.

“Excuse me?” At that instance, the sound of a door slamming shut echoed through the room. Standing in the doorway was Minjin, her arms being loaded with various bags of groceries. It was clear she was implementing her one trip only policy by how her arms were being weighed down with more bags than she could comfortably carry, but she seemed to have forgotten all about them as she set a deadly glare on your roommate. “You want to pass that by me again Namjoon, you clumsy shit?”

As expected, the apartment was soon filled with various forms of blame aversion and cases made in defense. It did not take long for your nightly where about and mysterious messenger to easily fall from everyone’s memory.

“Order up!”

The sharp ringing of the bell attempted to cut through the rambunctious chatter of the rush hour crowd. Despite its obnoxious pitch and quick, incessant rhythm, none of the buzzing customers seemed to take much notice to it; instead, they continued their conversations eagerly, paying no attention to the steaming barista behind the counter. The poor boy could not be older than sixteen, but the irritation that was coming off of him in waves said that if he was kept waiting much longer, he would lose it. Right when you were certain that his grip on the caffeinated drink would certainly crush the cup in his grasps, a customer lazily strolled up to the counter to claim the beverage from its tragic fate. With more force than was needed, the teenager shoved the drink into the college student’s hand, walking away with no more than a glare in the customer’s direction.

Part of you felt bad for the poor barista as you watched him prepare the next order over the view of your coffee cup. If you were being honest, the customers were grating on your own nerves with their excessive volume. There was absolutely no need to be talking that enthusiastically in such small quarters as the café. However, you found that the levels of your annoyance were steadily lowering with each sip of your drink that you took. So instead of dwelling on the repercussions of flinging the muffin you bought Jihyun at a neighboring group of girls’ (who obviously weren’t taught about inside voices), you took a deep breath and continued to watch the aggravated barista lose his temper over the espresso maker.

The only thing that brought your attention away from the oncoming tantrum was the vibration of your phone. The suddenness of it had you jumping a bit in your seat, causing a bit of coffee to dribble down your chin. With a quick swipe of the back of your hand, you pulled out the offending party with your free hand to check the screen.

Mickey: remind me again [7:12p.m.]

Mickey: why am I here? [7:12p.m.]

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you read over the messages. Leave it to him to be so dramatic over something so routine.

You: I ask myself that question about you everyday, honestly [7:14p.m.]

You: I mean, do we really need another shameless flirt on this earth? [7:14p.m.]

You: seems a bit last season, don’t you think? [7:15p.m.]

You typed out your message single handedly, using your other one to bring your warm coffee to your lips. You didn’t have to wait long for a reply.

Mickey: We all know what my purpose on this earth is, sweetcheeks {7:18p.m.]

Mickey: I am a gift to women everywhere. [7:19p.m.]

An involuntary snort came of you. You could just feel the smugness rolling off of him through the phone. He needed to be knocked down a few pegs. Squaring your shoulders a bit, you set your cup down on the table so that you could turn your complete attention to your phone.

You: More like punishment. [7:22 p.m.]

Mickey: You seem tense, baby girl [7:24 p.m.]

Mickey: Bet I could make you feel better with just one touch ;) [7:25 p.m.]

Heat rose to the apple of your cheeks despite yourself. You convinced yourself it was from the stuffiness of the room, not from your own imagination of course.

You: Case and point [7:29 p.m.]

You: You’re shameless [7:30 p.m.]

Mickey: It’s a gift really [7:36 p.m.]

“What are you smiling at?” Your co-worker sat across from you suddenly, eyeing you almost distastefully. “You look like you’re about to giggle and puke rainbows or something. It’s gross.”

It was only then that you noticed the way your lips split into an involuntary smile. You quickly wiped it from your face, replacing it with a scowl. “Shut up. You’re late.”

She sighed bristly at that, taking the extra cup of coffee and muffin from you. “Yeah, well, not all of us were able to get off early, Miss Over Achiever. God, I almost miss when you were in your slum so that we were failures together. Now you’re back to being ahead of schedule and responsible and shit.”

You couldn’t help the small tug of your lips. “Yeah well, you owe this over achiever ten bucks. The coffee and muffin aren’t free.”

In that moment, you felt your phone vibrate in your hand again.

Mickey: Come baaaack [7:47p.m.]

Mickey: I’m about to die from boredom in this class [7:47 p.m.]

You: Suck it up, frat boy [7:49 p.m.]

You: It’s called getting an education [7:50 p.m.]

“Whatever,” she grumbled around her muffin. “Anyways, who are you texting? Is it Jimin again?”

“Becoming possessive already?” you teased, smirking around your cup of coffee. “How un-Jihyun like.”

The woman across from you merely stuffs another large chunk of muffin into her mouth. “You two text constantly. And plot. I know he didn’t come up with the idea to send me those singing telegrams on his own, asshole.”

“That was actually his idea. The boy is committed.”

A rather un-ladylike like snort escaped her. “Jimin doesn’t have a committed bone in his body.”

From the corner of your eye you saw your phone light up with a notification. “What about that proposition he made you?”

Mickey: It’s called a snooze fest [8:04 p.m.]

Mickey: Anyways, what kind of lame activity are you up to? [8:05 p.m.]

Mickey: Wait, let me guess [8:06 p.m.]

Mickey: Watching descendants of the sun [8:07 p.m.]

Mickey: Again. [8:07]

“Fine, the only commitment he has is to his dick.” The harshness of her words has you pulling your gaze from your screen. “I mean, when was the last time an arrangement like that ever worked out, anyways? It’s stupid.”

“I don’t know, I don’t think so.” You gave a shrug at the doubtful look she shot you. “I mean, he’s attractive. From what you said he knows what he’s doing. What could it hurt?”

“Please.” The tone of her voice was if she was explaining the obvious. “Men are fragile little things, Y/N. They have too many grown up feelings for their small testosterone brains to take. Things never stay as simple as they say they will.”

The corner of your lips twitched as you averted your attention back to your screen. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how that stereotype is applied.”

You: you’re offensive tone is ruining the taste of my muffin [8:12 p.m.]

“That’s because men tried to cover up for their neediness by putting it on us. It’s a big cover up, I tell you.” If it weren’t for the fact that you weren’t entirely convinced she wasn’t being serious, you would find her conspiracy theories somewhat comical. It was Jihyun, after all.

“I’m sure it is.” Setting your phone aside for the last time, you turn your full attention back to your coworker. “Anyways, I need a favor.”

Jihyun tilted her head to the side as she studied you. “Waive the ten bucks for this stuff and you got it.”

“What?” You blinked a couple of times. “Fuck that bitch, pay up.”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“You don’t even know what it is!” Your voice started to rise as you spoke, but you paid it no mind. If everyone else can be noisy in this shack so could you.

She gave a short sigh. “Fine, what is it?”

“I need to borrow your couch this coming Saturday.” Sensing the argument rising in her, you added more hastily, “Minho is pulling some grand romantic gesture for their anniversary and is kicking me and Namjoon out.”

“Couples. I swear, they’re so entitled.” The last bit of muffin she was holding was quickly flung onto her napkin in disgust. “I would revolt. You pay rent, you have rights.”

“Jihyun.” The tone of your voice was fighting between amusement and exasperation. “Your bitch is showing.”

You watched as your friend proceeded to dump enough sugar to create a small tower into her drink, unbothered by your words. “Good. Let the bitch flag fly, she needed some air after being suffocated under all that sugarcoated pleasantry bullshits.”

“Just play nice, Minho is being a gentleman. It’s sweet and romantic.”

“Sweet my ass,” the woman across from you grumbles, reaching to a neighboring table beside you to grab the sugar packets as she had used up all of your own. The couple sitting there shot her judgmental glares, but if she noticed it she made no sign of it. “Anyways, you can’t spend the night. My brothers coming to town and is occupying the couch this weekend.”

An obnoxious groan was born in your throat, drawing a few startled glances your way. “Where the fuck am I supposed to go now?”

“I’m telling you, you have rights.” Her eyes glanced up at you from her coffee cup. The White Mountain had nearly doubled in size, but she showed no sign of stopping. “Fuck the system, fight the couples.”

“I prefer fuck the couples, fight the system,” a deeper voice interjected. The screeching of chair legs against the laminate floor soon followed as your uninvited guest made himself at home at the table, his cheeky smile being full of insinuations. “It opens a lot more interesting doors that way.”

Your coworker’s faced screwed up in disgust. “Is everyone in your fraternity as perverse as you and the duo?”

“No… but they’re not nearly as much fun either.” Jungkook replied with his signature smirk before turning to face you. “And you, do you not know how to answer your phone?”

“I didn’t know you texted.” As you spoke, you reached back over for your phone, thumbing over the main key to bring the phone to life. Your eyes widened a bit when you spotted how many missed texts you had. Quickly, you tried to shut off your screen again but it was too late.

“Mickey?” Jungkook reached out and plucked your phone out of your hands indignantly. “Who the fuck is Mickey? And why is your phone password protected?”

“It’s Jimin.” Jihyun piped up, stirring the white grains into her coffee. “I don’t know why she calls him Mickey though.”

“Is that a codename? Jimin has a codename and I don’t?” The look of betrayal that washed over Jungkook’s face was more than unjustified in your opinion.

“It is none of your business who it is.” Huffing, you reached out and snatched your phone out of the younger boy’s grasps. “And my phone is password protected because of nosy people like you trying to get on and snoop.”

“Whatever.” With a small shrug, he tore off a piece of your muffin. He eyed the crowded café as he pushed the moist pastry past his lips. His eyes zeroed in on the barista behind the counter. “It’s busy at this time. Poor sap.”

“You could always offer to help him,” you offer, unbothered by the theft as you take a sip of your drink. “You know, be a good coworker and all that stuff.”

“Fuck that shit.” Jihyun eyes the barista. Despite her harsh words, there were traces of sympathy in her voice. “Jungkook’s off. Let the kid sweat.”

The younger man leaned back in his chair with a broad grin. “Couldn’t have put it better myself.”

Shaking your head, you cracked a smile at them around the rim of your cup. “You two are despicable.”

“Thank you.” They both spoke in unison, drawing a chuckle from you.

“Anyways, I just stopped by for some muffin.” He leaned over to grab another rather sizable piece of your muffin as he got to his feet. When he spoke, it was around a mouthful of bread. “I have another class I need to get to.”

“You better hurry,” you comment, glancing at the time on your phone. “You have three minutes before your class starts.”

“Shit.” With quick drink from your cup, he dashed out of the café, calling back a greeting of some kind as he clumsily ran into a group of unsuspecting customers on his way out. The absurdness of it drew a chuckle from your lips as you brought your cup up for another drink.

“You know…” Jihyun began, watching after his retreating form through glass window. “He’s not at all what I expected.”

A more natural smile tugged at your lips. “Believe me, I know.”

Once again you heard more than felt your phone buzz against the wooden table. Glancing down at it, you noticed you had quite a bit of missed messages. Scanning over them, you zeroed in on the newest one.

Mickey: Stop by my place later? [8:29p.m.]

Under the watchful eye of your friend, you didn’t care let your lips stretch anymore than they were already. However, you could not help the burst of joy you felt as you quickly typed out your response.

You: Always do. [8:30p.m.]

A/N: I am so so sorry that this took so long! Uni has been crazy. Anyways, I apologize if I completely butchered the sports terminologies in the beginning of the chapter. I know close to nothing about sports and I don’t think the hours of research I tried to do on football really fixed that... Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you though =)

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sinnertae · 2 years

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->Dad!BTS

☆-NEW

The gifs i use as banners for dad!bts are from @/jung-koook

Deaf child [MYG]

His daughter dates an older boy [JJK]

His daughter wants to marry JK [KTH]

Someone called his daughter ugly [MYG]

His picky eater son [KNJ]

His baby's first birthday [PJM]

His daughter likes girls [JJK]

Time for another Kim [KTH]

Breastfeeding [JHS]

Dating thing [KSJ]

Perfect Imperfections [KTH]

Ghost of you [PJM] ☆

Park's Era [PJM] ☆

->THE TIGER OF DAEGU

Meeting for the first time

Long time no see

You can trust me

Fake wife

Payback

You are jealous

Period

Unavailable pt1

Regert pt2☆

~~wife series~~

And you said yes?

Innocent wife

Proud father of three

The rival threated his wife

I will always choose you

Bachelor Party

Tiger's Dynasty ☆

~~Bonus~~

Mafia!Alpha!Taehyung - Unfair Punishment

Hubby

⚡️

Party

Prison

->MR RIOT

Mr. Riot

I found you

Gentleness

Tongues ☆

A T E E Z M A S T E R L I S T

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yoontaethings · 3 years

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normal kind of love — jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: explicit

COMING ON MARCH 1, 2021

you’re one half of hollywood’s on-screen it couple. the greatest chemistry known on-screen with the one and only, jeon jungkook, the bane of your existence.

p r e v i e w

There was no way.

There was no way in hell they were pairing you up with him. Again.

You were confirmed to be cast as the female lead in the movie before any other characters were casted. They should have chosen a different male lead for this romance film. Heck, even Kim Taehyung received an offer for the role, and you were certain he planned to take it. Unfortunately for you, even if Taehyung wanted the role, he couldn’t accept it because of scheduling conflict with another film he’s already working on.

Jeon Jungkook, an actor you starred alongside in “Dangerous Illusion”, was just confirmed as the male lead of your upcoming movie “Chosen for Pleasure”. The same man who seemed to make it his life goal to ruin you. After Jungkook was confirmed to play the male lead in your upcoming movie, fans on Twitter have been blowing up about it and made you two a trending topic worldwide. Elated fans mentioned you in their tweets expressing how happy they were to see you two again together. You wish you could say you felt the same.

The previous movie you worked on was a thriller/mystery. You played the part of Jungkook's wife in the film. The film was a blockbuster hit, as a result of the well-thought storyline, yet additionally because of its leads. Fans adored the chemistry between you and Jungkook, regardless of not having a lot of romantic scenes in the film. There were a lot of fans who wanted to see you two on-screen once more, this time, in a romance focused film. Looks like their wishes were coming true.

To add insult to injury, your impending film was going to be an adult romance. It required some steamy scenes that normally didn't trouble you because you were a true professional, yet absolutely irritates you now since you need to do them with Jeon Jungkook.

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suga93hoodie · 4 years

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#jungkook #bts #bangtan #jeon jungkook #jungkook tattoos #bts imagines #bts scenerios #taehyung #jimin #jhope #hoseok #rm #namjoon #jin #suga #yoongi #bts on

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juyeoniemyhoney · 4 years

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a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be

You love Jungkook. You’ve always known that much. But after living under the same roof for a year, you finally realise that your love for Jungkook is not at all platonic but in all ways romantic. Your feelings only build as another year passes and finally, one grocery run later, you tell him how you feel. Spoiler alert, it doesn’t end well.

-pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

-genre: angst, just angst all the way.

-warnings: swearing, Jungkook’s a little bit of an ass in this one

-word count: 3775 words

-A/N: hii this is my first time posting on tumblr but i’ve been writing since like 2016 lol. i hope you like this depressing imagine and stay tuned for more imagines that are coming soon. also, i don’t really even like the ending and i feel like i dragged this out wayyyy more than i should have but oh well, i hope you enjoy it anyway. please let me know what you think and feel free to leave feedback so that i can improve!

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When you decided to live with your best friend, you should’ve known you were bound to fall in love.

Flashback to senior year of high school. The two of you had miraculously graduated with incredibly average grades. Jungkook got into university solely because of his outstanding performance on the rugby team and you had gotten in thanks to pure luck. Seriously though, that was a really close shave. Anyway, the decision to live together when the two of you realised that you were going to the same university came as easy as a spring breeze.

Which thus began the deterioration of your heart.

Ever since you met Jungkook in your first year of primary school, his big eyes and beaming smile had always tugged at something in your chest. You had never denied this feeling, assuming it was because you love Jungkook, which you did, just platonically. But having to live with Jungkook made you realise that even though you were with him most of the time, you never really wanted to leave his side.

For years, you had denied any thought that maybe you might be in love with Jungkook. But you had taken every single thought by the throat and stuffed it deep, deep down inside you, into the deepest, darkest corners of your being, forgotten and left to rot. Every single time your heart fluttered when you looked at him, every single time your skin tingled when he touched you, every single time your cheeks blushed when he did something for you, you had stopped yourself from feeling those things, those pesky little butterflies in your stomach because Jungkook is your best friend, nothing more, nothing less. Even though you know that he always meant more to you than you did to him.

The one thing you dreaded once you realised that you love Jungkook more than a friend, was your monthly grocery run. When the both of you had first bought the flat — which you had only been able to afford thanks to Jungkook’s kind, high-rolling parents — you had both agreed to always go grocery shopping together, no matter what. You’re not really sure how this agreement came about, but at the time, it didn’t really matter to you because Jungkook was just Jungkook then.

But now that Jungkook is Jungkook, your crush, your heart cannot help but swell with how domestic grocery shopping with Jungkook always sounds.

And grocery shopping with Jungkook is what you are going through right now.

Right now, a year after realising that you are romantically in love with Jungkook and two years after moving in with your best friend, Jungkook stands next to you in the feminine products aisle, holding a crumpled piece of paper with grocery items carelessly scrawled on it, his other hand on the shopping cart that is a quarter-filled with household items that the two of you need to last until the next month. Despite how this situation is not at all scary, your heart beats like you are hanging precariously over a high ledge, palms clamming up as you nervously ball up the fabric of your shirt.

“Which one is it?” Your saliva is stuck halfway down your throat when he asks the question, causing you to choke and cough the saliva up. You seriously need to get better at hiding your nervousness around him, if this even counts as hiding it, seeing as how you are literally not being normal, cool, or calm. You mentally face palm yourself for being you.

“Um, I don’t see it,” you reply as calmly as you can, relaxing a little when you hear that your voice does not waver at all.

“Here! Isn’t it this one?” Jungkook exclaims suddenly, scaring the absolute shit out of you and causing you to jump up in surprise, letting out a squeak when you see that it is the brand of pads that you use. You shove the thought that Jungkook does pay attention to you and tell yourself that it is because he has to see it on top of the cabinet in your shared bathroom every time he goes into it. He has lived with you for two years, of course he knows what brand you use, you idiot.

“Yeah, thanks,” you mutter as you throw three packets into the cart before walking off, hands casually locked behind you as you roam the aisles, not sparing Jungkook another glance as he pushes the cart and follows behind you. You refuse to look at Jungkook and have your cheeks heat up again, especially not after he caught you blushing when you first met up with him fifteen minutes ago.

Despite the fact that Jungkook had gotten into university solely thanks to rugby, he had surprised everyone by deciding to major in film. Though you had been a little surprised, you knew that film, or anything that had to do with a camera for that matter, had always fascinated Jungkook. And now in his third year of university and a certified adult, Jungkook had decided to get a job and stop relying on his parents. A little later than everyone else, but at least he finally decided to stop splurging the monthly allowance he got on cocktail nights at the bar around the corner. The job he got was a good step for Jungkook but a horrible one for you for he had decided to audition for a modelling company. And he got in.

Which is why you don’t want to even spare him a glance. Because Jungkook had just gotten off work which meant that he had his hair done up, soft strands of light brown styled so that it was out of his eyes, allowing the light to hit his usually hidden, dark brown eyes, turning them a golden brown that reminded you of slow-dripping, melted caramel. And even though all he is wearing is a sky blue shirt and navy slacks, your mind and heart is going absolutely feral at how well they compliment him, high-waisted slacks cinching his waist and loose shirt hanging off of his broad shoulders. You realise that your arms ache to hold him.

“What’s next on the list?” you ask, derailing your thoughts, as you nonchalantly survey the aisles so that you don’t have to turn around and look at Jungkook, even though you want to. You want to look and never stop. But he can’t know that.

“Cereal,” he answers, catching up to you so that he is walking next to you, the end of his sleeve brushing the top of your shoulder. You give into your urge to look up at him and immediately, as if someone has punched you right in the gut, the wind is knocked out of your lungs because he is already staring down at you, a small smile tilting the corner of his lips up. You can quite literally feel your pupils dilate and you pray to god that he did not see it as you quickly but— you hope —casually turn your gaze away from him, nonchalantly asking, “Oh, we ran out?”

“Yeah,” he replies, stopping to retrieve the cereal from the shelf. You reach out too but he beats you to it, knowing full well that you will never be able to reach the cereal that only sits on the highest shelf. Your heart stops for a while when you can feel him unintentionally press into you, chest brushing up on your ponytail, heat radiating from his body and pulling sweat from the pores of your palms. But the warmth quickly retracts with him as he pulls away from the shelf and haphazardly dumps the box of cereal into the cart before setting off, pushing the cart forward and out of the aisle, leaving your frozen form in the dust.

You quickly snap out of it and follow Jungkook.

As you trail behind him, pretending to look at products along the way so that you can stay behind him and play with your thoughts, your mind wanders off. All too suddenly, you are daydreaming, imagining yourself as courageous as you confess your harboured feelings to Jungkook. In this alternate universe that your imaginative mind has created, Jungkook beams down at you and accepts your confession, confessing that he too had been harbouring feelings for you. Jungkook calling your name snaps you out of your delusions.

“Y/n?”

It takes you a little too long to realise that he is talking to you but when you do, you reply with the most flustered, the most nervous sounding what you have ever heard leave your mouth.

“I asked you if you wanted Nutella,” Jungkook patiently asks again. Far too nervous to properly internalise the question and reply with a proper answer, you haphazardly shake your head and pretend to wander off into an aisle filled with shampoo. You honestly don’t know why you said no. Nutella runs in your blood and your stupid diet — which is really just you being far too lazy to actually get up and make food — has your body aching for Nutella. But your pride runs deeper than you expect and you do not correct yourself, allowing Jungkook pass by the Nutella without another glance.

Now back to overthinking. One of the reasons why you liking Jungkook is so bad is because, well, he has a fucking girlfriend, one who he loves very much. Plus, as if the universe absolutely fucking hated you, Jungkook had told you about said girlfriend, on the bloody day that your stupid ass had finally realised that you were romantically attracted and in love with Jungkook. And as if punching you in the face wasn’t enough, the universe had pierced your heart with the fact that you knew this girl. He had started dating Yoora. And you loved Yoora. Or more specifically, you found it humanly impossible to hate that girl.

Ever the polite and sweet girl, Yoora had helped you pick up the wind-scattered pages of the love story you had written, handing them to you with a sweet smile and wishing you a good day ahead as she walked off. After that, you seemed to see her everywhere. So much so, that she had finally decided to approach you one day and become acquainted with you.

The aching pain of your unrequited love only continued, with each glance at Jungkook. You had also third-wheeled on a number of their dates and watching Jungkook look at Yoora, or someone who wasn’t you for that matter, with so much love squeezed your heart painfully, as if the universe was trying to wring a towel dry and your heart so happened to be said towel.

And Yoora being nice to you isn’t helping either. She has always looked at you kindly even though you are literally living with her boyfriend. Maybe she has always assumed you are gay or don’t harbour any feelings for Jungkook, or maybe she has always thought the best of you, that even if you did have feelings for Jungkook, you would never even dare try for him.

So how on earth are you supposed to love him when Yoora’s kind and understanding eyes always flash through your mind when you think about Jungkook? How on earth are you supposed to hate her for stealing Jungkook away from you when she has been nothing but nice to you? But at the same time, how on earth are you supposed to like Yoora when she is the reason Jungkook is impatiently waiting for you to finish with your last year in university so that you can finally move out? How on earth are you supposed to like her when she is all that occupies Jungkook’s mind, leaving you forgotten like you are some childhood toy that Jungkook has grown out of? How are you supposed to live at all when those three fucking words take over your body like a goddamn curse, seizing control of your feelings like your heart is some kind of airplane and your feelings for Jungkook are forcing your heart into a nosedive, flying straight into the ground and shattering the feeble vessel?

The answer is that you can’t. You can’t fucking live.

“Is that all?” Jungkook asks you after about ten minutes. You did not even notice that you were lost in your shitty thoughts for that long. When you raise your head to look at the cart instead of the floor, you see that it is filled with groceries that will be a pain in the ass to carry home alone. Right, you totally forgot Jungkook is meeting Yoora right after this, which means you’ll probably have to carry everything back by yourself, seeing as how you’ve been carrying groceries home by yourself for the past three months.

“Yeah,” you reply after your eyes lazily scan over the items, looking up to give Jungkook a weak smile before walking away and leading the way to the cashier.

Silently, the two of you load the items onto the conveyor belt one by one, allowing the cashier to scan and pack the items into flimsy plastic bags before handing them to you. Jungkook pays since it is his turn and quickly tucks his wallet into his pocket before rushing to help you by taking most of the plastic bags from your hands, leaving you with only one bag. Against your own will, your heart swells with love.

“Aren’t you meeting Yoora?” you question him as the two of you begin to walk out of the building. Jungkook turns to you and flashes you a bright grin, one that has something splintering in your chest and your breath hitching.

“I told her to wait a little longer,” he answers, smiling sheepishly, tone hinting that he feels guilty for ditching you for the past three months. As he should. You reply with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Also,” he starts, trailing off a little as he pauses to let you walk ahead little before switching places with you so that he is walking on the outer side of the pavement, steps spilling onto the grass when the both of you have to squeeze past people who selfishly idle on the pavement, lingering outside shops for smoke breaks. Your heart’s quickening beat rings in your ears. You ignore it and flash him a grateful smile before he continues his sentence.

“As I was saying, what’s up, Y/n? You’ve been a little off these days,” Jungkook questions, taking his eyes off the pavements to periodically glance at you, eyebrows knitted together in a concerned frown, teeth worrying his bottom lip.

Of course Jungkook would think something is fishy. Once upon a time, the both of you could easily read each other like a children’s picture book, it was foolish of you to think that just because he prioritises his girlfriend before you, doesn’t mean that he can’t read your behaviour. It was foolish of you to think that Jungkook had changed at all. So far, he seemed normal. Maybe it was just you.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’ve been cold lately. If you haven’t realised, all you’ve said to me throughout this whole shopping trip were short sentences that end the conversation straight away. And I know you’re always working on your essays for your classes but we don’t even have movie night anymore. Not to mention that you barely even talk to me anymore. So tell me what’s wrong. Did I piss you off or something?” Jungkook explains, a sadness oozing from his gentle gaze that he turns to you as the both of you halt at a pedestrian crossing. The sorrow in his eyes causes your chest to tighten as you find it impossible to talk. Because you miss him too. So much. You would kill just to feel the unadulterated rapture you felt when you were spending time with Jungkook. You really just want things to go back to how they were before you liked him.

“Oh, I’ve just been going through a lot lately,” you answer, trying to keep your reply as vague as possible, hoping he leaves it at that and waits for you to tell him when you are ready.

But of course, Jungkook continues to pry.

“What are you going through? Come on, Y/n, you can tell me. If you do, maybe I can help you,” he bombards you, eyes silently pleading that you allow him to fix your problems. You know he means well. Jungkook has never intentionally caused harm to you but right now, you just want him to drop it. Because how on earth are you going to explain to him that you are in love with him and are jealous of his pretty, smart, kind girlfriend?

Apparently your brain knows how.

“Well,” you start before you can stop yourself. The look in Jungkook’s eyes makes it impossible for you to just cut it off there, so, you continue.

“I’ve liked this boy for a long while now but he has a girlfriend. I really want to tell him but I’m afraid it’ll ruin our friendship,” you blurt. At first, your chest feels light, heart finally rid of the words that had weighed it down. But then, you look at Jungkook, gorgeous eyes conflicted as he carefully articulates what he wants to say next. Then, again, your heart fills with an unimaginably heavy weight that sinks it all the way down to your gut. And you cannot help but think, he knows. He knows and he’s is going to break my heart all over again.

“Can I ask.. who it is that you like?” he asks wearily, as if he is a hunter approaching a wild deer that startles easily. As the two of you turn the corner to your shared apartment, you glance up into his eyes once more and your heart sinks further. Fear. Fear swallows his eyes as he awaits your answer, afraid that what you’ll say next will completely decimate the past fifteen years of your best friendship, afraid that you will completely destroy his trust with your next words.

And even though you want to lie to him, you find it impossible to. Which is why, before you can stop yourself from blurting it out, you reply with, “You.”

The feeling of complete and utter horror hits you after a second of lag time. Despite the extra second that it gives you to prepare yourself, you do not use it and when the realisation of what you said hits you, it hits you hard, like a million bricks to the face.

Jungkook stills and you freeze too, too scared to even look at him. The both of you stand on the street, a few steps away from your ground floor apartment, a few steps away from privacy. But you think that at this point, privacy completely flies over Jungkook’s head.

“I have a girlfriend, Y/n,” he states, as if you didn’t already know. You turn to face him and Jungkook’s expression is not at all far from terrifying. He has never looked at you with such stern, angry expression, eyebrows knitted together in a disapproving frown rather than his previous concerned frown, and it quite literally scares the shit out of you. His gaze has hardened and he looks at you as if you have committed murder — which you have, seeing as how you have completely lynched this whole fucking relationship.

“I know you have a girlfriend,” you scoff. You swear for a second that Jungkook glares at you. Your heart stops. What have you done?

“I just-“ you start, trying to explain yourself but Jungkook cuts you off by raising his hand. For the shortest of milliseconds, you think that he is going to hit you, slap you, do something. But then, you dismiss the idea, knowing full well that Jungkook will not harm you. He is Jungkook. No matter how angry he is, he won’t ever lay a hand on anyone, especially you.

“You know I have a girlfriend and yet you decided that it was appropriate to confess your feelings to me now?” he questions in a clipped tone, frown deepening with each thought that passes through his mind.

“Look, Jungkook,” you start, taking a deep breath before continuing. To your surprise, he listens patiently.

“I have been in love with you for two years now. Or well, I realised in our first year of Uni. But I’m pretty sure that I’ve been in love with you for far longer than I’ve realised. I know that you have a girlfriend and I know that I’m being selfish and a really shitty friend right now but I’ll be honest, it was beginning to burst out of me, my feelings, the words that I yearned to speak but could not, knowing that I’d be condemned to hell for speaking them. So quite frankly, I know I shouldn’t be scolding you, but I don’t need a fucking scolding from you,” you snap at him. Your breathing is laboured after the words leave your mouth. You pause for a second and watch him, waiting for him to make a move, to blow at you anyway. But he stays silent and you walk away, shoving your key into the lock of your apartment and swinging the door open with so much force that it slams into the coat rack standing behind it, knocking it down.

Jungkook silently follows you into the house, gently placing down the groceries at the entrance of the kitchenette before he slips back into his shoes and leaves, slamming the door behind him. The slam is loud and resounding, and it feels like the sound waves are reverberating inside your chest, shattering your heart like glass.

Left in the deafening silence, an air of complete and utter regret filling your apartment like a thick fog, the weight of your’s and Jungkook’s words finally take their toll on you, somehow increasing the gravitational pull on your body and pulling you to the floor. You do not know how you have yet to burst into tears but right now, all you can feel is a numbness that overwhelms your senses, dulling them down. Your ears tune out, your vision narrows, and the cool, tiled floor of the kitchenette beneath your fingers does not feel like cool tile at all.

God, Jungkook must hate you now.

And finally, at that thought, the idea of your best friend — or really, your only true friend — hating you, do your tears fall.

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seokiie · 4 years

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𝘉𝘛𝘚' 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

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Namjoon

Namjoon wouldn't expect you to join him in the shower. He'd always tease you by asking you to shower with him in that low, sultry tone before laughing and walking off to the bathroom with a towel in hand. So when you actually step into the shower with him and wrap your arms around him, he'd be shocked at first.

Eventually, your hands would start to wander and he'd chuckle before turning to look at you

"We're supposed to be in here to get clean, but it seems like you want me to make another mess."

Yoongi

Yoongi considered showering a private time but if you were to go in after him he wouldn't be opposed to it. He'd offer to wash your back just so he could admire the way the water rolled down the curves of your lower body.

Things would remain relatively innocent until he just couldn't resist, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing with just enough pressure to make you let out a quiet moan.

"This is what you wanted when you decided to come in here, right?"

Jin

When you'd get in the shower with Jin, he'd complain about how two people being in one shower is a safety hazard, but as soon as he'd feel your body press flush against his back he'd stop talking immediately. He'd let your hands reach around his waist so you could touch his already hard cock.

"Maybe I'll let you get away with this. Just this once."

Hoseok

Hoseok would always turn down the idea of taking a shower together because, as he said, 'he wouldn't be able to control himself'. At some point, you believed he only said that because he didn't want to shower with you.

You quickly learned that wasn't the case and that you should probably take Hobi's word from now on. Especially because now he had you pressed against the shower wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you hard and deep.

"God, I warned you didn't I? Mmh, you just don't seem to listen."

Jimin

Jimin would be so excited when you got into the shower behind him. As soon as you'd step in he'd turn around to get a full look at you and he wouldn't be able to look away. His hands would settle on your hips and he'd slowly pull you closer and closer till you could feel his length press against your abdomen.

"Look what you did to me, jagiya. Will you take responsibility?"

Jungkook

After getting into the shower with Jungkook, he'd keep his back turned to you and you wondered why.

"Kookie, you won't look at me?" You'd put your hand on his shoulder thinking you did something wrong. In reality, you hadn't done anything at all, Jungkook just wasn't sure if he could look at you, especially... like this. You'd turn him around so he was facing you and he'd struggle to keep his gaze from lowering.

"Are you... sure this is okay?"

Just to show him how okay it is, you get on your knees in front of him.

"Oh, this is definitely okay."

Taehyung

Tae would have his hands all over you as soon as you got into the shower with him. He'd pull you under the water and kiss your forehead while holding you close. Then he'd kiss your lips and your cheek before making his way to your neck, loving the way you got worked up just from having him devour your neck. He'd also make sure to leave his marks on you for everyone else to see.

"Your neck looks so pretty covered in purple, but I think your thighs would look even prettier."

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peachiekoo · 4 years

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JJK Drabble || Bruises

Imagine Jungkook and Y/n first kiss not being how they expected it

Paring: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 853

Posted: October 20, 2020

Disclaimers: Swearing

Author's Note: Hi! I've decided to write some drabbles for now since I can't really use my laptop. You can probably tell I've gotten inspiration from this beautiful fic I read last night called Love Alive by @jamaisjoons !

Please read it, I 11/ 10 recommend

"So... you like me?" Jungkook ask you curiously

Looking off to the side and back at him in an "obviously" manner you answer, "Yes?"

"Okay so we like each other?" he inquired.

"Yes, Jeon, I like you, you like me! Why are you being complicated?" You say muffling your voice as you stuff your face into your palms at the last part.

You can see his cheeky smile through the cracks of your fingers. He's doing this on purpose.

Oh, how you wish the smack the dumb grin off his face right now.

"It just doesn't feel real," he explains. "All this time I pinned after you and now you finally like me? It's weird."

Sighing, you look at him.

You feel bad for not returning the feelings back sooner. You feel worse remembering that you didn't even know he liked you until five months ago

5 Month Previously

You, Jiyeon, Jungkook, and Jimin were all your house, having a normal kickback just watching Netflix.

Often, You and Jimin would openly flirt, not with any special meanings, just all for jokes. You would've assumed everyone got that by now... well except for Jungkook. You could see the annoyance on his face every time.

But maybe this day was different for him.

Resting your head on Jimin's Shoulders as he snuggled you close. Paying no attention to anything but the movie currently playing before Jimin pressed an innocent kiss to your temple.

"Can you not?" Jungkook blurts.

"Not what?" Jiyeon asks, caught off guard.

"Not you, him," he said, lacing with annoyance.

"Stop what?" Jimin says genuinely curious about what he was talking about.

"Kissing her, you fuckface!" he exclaimed, shooking everyone in the room.

"Woah, relax. You act like this is brand new." Jimin resorts.

"Why did it even begin? Do you like her or something?"

"Not in that way, we're just close," Jimin explains.

Not knowing what to say you just sit and watch.

"So you just randomly kiss and flirt with girls?" Jungkook questioned.

"No! It's just-"

"I like her yet you don't see me just randomly kissing her. What's your deal?" Jungkook barks back before Jimin fully gets to defend himself.

The silence that happened after was thick.

"Jungkook," you say sitting up. "You like me?"

"Was it not obvious?" Jungkook asks.

"No?" you answer slowly.

Jungkook looks at you dumbfounded.

Oh.

"You never told me why you were so mad that day you know." you point out.

"What day?"

"The day you told me you liked me. You got so mad like, I know you would always get annoyed but that day was super different." you acknowledged.

"Oh, maybe because it was right after I told Jimin I liked you. I thought he was trying to take you or something but he told me it was out of habit so I got over it." He reveals.

Smiling over how sweet he was, you scoot closer,

"You're cute you know that?" you chirped.

"I know," he states with a smirk.

Oh, how you hate that cheeky smirk. Sometimes you just wanna slap it right off his dumb little face. Or maybe kiss it?

Maybe he had superpowers that could allow him to read your mind, or maybe you were just staring a bit too hard on his lips.

You felt his hands slowly wrap around your face as he took a good look at you and you swear you can see the glee twinkling in his eyes.

You closed your eyes and just waited for him to bring you closer.

And then you waited

Waited even longer

Still waiting.

You finally decide to open up your eyes to him still holding you as he looks at you, a slight red tint overlaying his features.

"Kook?" you call out to pull him out of his trance.

Blinking a few times, he drops his hand from your face.

"Did you just get rejected?" you can help the little frown that covers your face.

"If I'm being honest, I'm a bit nervous," Jungkook admits.

Trying your best to stifle a laugh you scoot closer, "Have you never kissed before Jungkook?" you wondered

"No! No- I," Jungkook stutters before sighing. "I've kissed before but," he looks at you. "they weren't you. I need our first kiss to be memorable, like-"

Before Jungkook could even finish you charged at him and gave a kiss but a sharp pain from your head emerges and the painful groan Jungkook lets out tells you you're not the only one who felt the pain.

"Y/n, did you just..." Jungkook perplexed as he feels the new knot present on his forehead.

You're currently doing the same as him but you look more embarrassed about it. Since it was you that did it.

Jungkook freezes for a bit before he looks at you and lets out a contagious laugh.

You start laughing too, although embarrassing it was pretty damn funny.

"I know I said I wanted our kiss to be memorable but I didn't mean it involving both of us with matching bruises."

"Omg, shut up, I am begging you."

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dirtythirstybtssmut · 7 years

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Hey, noona! Look! (M)

Author: Admin R

Summary: Casual hook-ups have started losing their excitement for you and your sex drive has plummeted as a result. When your best friend, Jungkook, learns, he just wants to take care of his noona.

Cr.

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Genre(s)/Warning(s): Smut, fluff (maybe? I think it’s fluffy), dirty talk, college!jungkook, gross overuse of the word noona (I regret nothing), friendship!sex, pretty!jungcock

Words: 5.5k

“Hey, noona! Look!” You turned away from your conversation with your friend only to be greeted by the sight of your younger flatmate, Jungkook, and his buddies, Jimin and Taehyung, with their pants down. They were moving their hips in wide arcs, laughing hysterically, as they made their dicks swing around in circles. You sighed. The things people did at house parties. You raised an eyebrow at him, looking over the rim of your plastic solo cup. Then you calmly responded with, “My God, Jungkook. Can’t you keep it in your pants for one goddamn minute,” before your still sober ass returned to responsibly sipping your drink. He had already turned back to his buddies, but you didn’t look away, grinning at his antics.

The kid had become a menace lately. His newfound legality and ability to drink had him drunk often. Combine that with his great body and knowledge of said great body and, well, the amount of times you’d seen him in varying states of undress were climbing alarmingly quickly– whether it was while he was shit-faced or emerging from his room, tousled, after another drunk hook-up. Although, tonight was the first time you’d seen his dick. So that was new.

You always enjoyed the show, who wouldn’t, but you’d never wanted to take him to your bed. The relationship between you two just wasn’t like that. You were great friends, having lived together for a year now. When your old roommate had gotten married and Jungkook had moved to the city for university, you guys had clicked when he came to inquire about the open room. Plus, he hadn’t been legal when he’d first moved in. Therefore, starting anything with him had been the furthest thing from your mind. You liked your life outside of a jailcell, thank you very much.

So while you enjoyed looking, your feelings had never turned into anything more than friends– even when Jungkook wasn’t jailbait anymore. And despite how open you both were about any and all subjects, including sex. Your close friendship may have seemed strange to most because of the large age gap, but it somehow worked for you two. You guessed you were immature enough on some levels and he was mature enough on others that the gap didn’t really affect either of you much.

About an hour after Jungkook had decided to, oh so kindly, wave his dick at you, you noticed him backing a girl into his room, attached at the lips. Man, the kid already had his shirt off. But where was said shirt? It wasn’t with them that was for sure. Curious, you looked around for it. Ah, it was tossed over the plant in the corner. He must have taken it off long before he’d found the girl. Everyday you became more and more convinced he had to be an exhibitionist. There was just no other explanation. You shook your head, snorting into your drink before the girl caught your attention.

Oh. Oh no. You could tell this was not going to go well when he asked her to leave later. You could see it in her eyes that she was already head-over-heels for your friend. And Jungkook had told you just the other day, during one of your no-subject-is-off-limits conversations, that he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship anytime soon. You mentally shrugged, it wasn’t your problem. You just hoped she’d keep it down when she went slamming out of the apartment after screwing him.

The next day, you were sitting in the living room enjoying your day off and reading a novel. “Hey, noona! Look!”

“Do not ‘hey, noona, look’ me.” You didn’t even bother glancing up from your book. “The last time you said that you were helicoptering your fucking dick at me. I do not need a repeat of that.” You turned your page.

“Give me a break, noona,” he whined. “I was drunk.”

“I don’t care,” you responded unfeelingly. “There are some things women just don’t want to see. A dick flopping around in circles is one of them.”

What you didn’t tell him was that he had a pretty dick. One you hadn’t been able to fully get off your mind since you’d had a dream about it last night. It had been a while since you’d seen a pretty cock. And Jungkook had a very, very nice one. You were busy with your career and weren’t looking for a serious relationship at the moment, but you had begun to grow bored of the casual sex lifestyle. It wasn’t as much fun anymore and you’d been going longer and longer between partners. Your growing dissatisfaction with hook-ups had also taken a toll on your sex drive and you had only masturbated a couple times in the past few months. That wet dream about him last night was unexpected, to say the least. But you weren’t putting much weight on the wet dream. Weirder characters had starred in your sex dreams before. The brain was a strange organ that processed things in very weird ways.

You closed your book before getting up. “I made pancakes earlier. Want some? They should still be warm.” Jungkook didn’t say anything, but was hot on your heels as you walked to the covered plate on the kitchen counter. Taking two plates out of the cupboard, you handed one to Jungkook before grabbing utensils from a drawer. You held a set out to the younger man as he walked past to sit at the small kitchen table, his plate piled high. You filled up your own plate before leaning against the counter to eat at a much slower pace.

“What happened with that girl from last night? She sounded pissed when she left earlier.” Jungkook stopped shoveling food into his mouth. “Ah…,” he hedged, rubbing the back of his neck, his bicep flexing under his sleeve. “She wanted more from me than just a fling.” You nodded, having seen the shit storm coming last night. “That makes, what? The fifth one to storm out this month? JK, you gotta stop being so fucking irresistible,” you teased. He just looked at you with doe eyes, pulling a chuckle from your lips.

“Hey, noona. How come I haven’t seen any guys sneaking out of your room lately?” You immediately pouted, your laughter disappearing. “Noona’s getting jaded, JK. Casual hook-ups just don’t hold much appeal anymore, you know? You’d think the guys my age would have some, I don’t know, hidden tricks after being around for so long. But they’ve just been… boring recently. It’s actually so depressing my whole sex drive has plummeted.” You sighed, pushing your food around your plate.

“Like, not even flicking the bean, noona?” That made you laugh again.

“Yeah, not so much anymore. But maybe if you show me your pretty dick again, like you did last night, I could get revved up.” You were joking around, of course. And it wasn’t the first time either of you had said something similar. But it was the first time you were halfway serious about it. However, Jungkook didn’t need to know that little tidbit.

“Noona, I have an idea! Why don’t you sit on my pretty cock,” he asked excitedly, pulling himself forward to the edge of his chair. You almost choked on your pancakes. Almost. When you recovered and finally looked at Jungkook, you could see the excitement growing on his face. God, he was seriously warming up to the idea.

You, however, were not convinced. He might have a nice dick. And you might have dreamt about it. And you might not mind seeing it again. But admiring from a far and actually having fun during sex was totally different. “Jungkook, you know I’ve been around the block a couple times, so to speak. What could you possibly have up your sleeve that I haven’t seen already?”

“But have you been around the block with a much younger guy, noona,” he asked persistently. He had you there. He might not have been playing the field as long as guys your age, but you were sure he had some technique, at least. You’d heard it through the walls before. And the game was still new to him. The excitement still high. Maybe that excitement would rub off on you.

“I don’t know…,” you trailed off, still unsure. “Then let me try to persuade you, noona,” his gaze darkened as he pushed himself up from his chair and began stalking towards you. That made you perk up a little internally. Stalking was good. Stalking was sexy. When he reached you he gently pulled your plate from your hands, setting it down on the counter behind you. “Give me one kiss. And if it doesn’t spark anything I’ll leave you alone.” His mouth slashed into a charmingly boyish grin. And you caved. “Okay. A kiss.”

Jungkook slowly ran his hands up your arms, staring into your eyes the whole time. He slowly brought one of your hands up to his lips. What the hell was he doing? Wasn’t he suppose to be kissing you? And then he inserted your middle finger into his hot mouth, slowly swirling his tongue around your slim digit, never breaking eye contact the entire time he lavished attention on it. The whole action lasted only a couple seconds, but you could already feel your body warming. He gently pulled you from his mouth before laying a small kiss on the end of your wet finger. Oh. My. God.

You just stood frozen, staring at Jungkook with you mouth hanging slightly open. What the hell? Your brain was stuttering, unable to move on from the moment. Jungkook saw the look on your face and a smile curled over his own. “Well, noona? Did you feel anything?” That snapped you from your daze. The little shit knew exactly what he’d done. You fisted both hands into his shirt before roughly pulling him closer to you, stopping him only millimeters from your face. “Oh, noona’s going to get fucked well,” you whispered, your lips brushing his as they moved. And then he was meeting your desperate lips with his own hungry ones.

Jungkook easily lifted you on top of the counter, causing the dishes behind you to clatter as they were shoved together. Your hands were frantically roaming over his upper body, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. Jungkook was already working at your own shirt, his big hands sliding up your sides, making the material bunch above his wrists. You broke the kiss so he could pull the soft cotton over your head, tossing it off to the side. And then he was back at your lips, sucking and licking and biting. As he pulled countless moans from you, he responded with his own. God, he was vocal. What a fucking turn on.

Breaking the kiss a second time, you reached to pull his own tee off. The fabric had barely cleared his head when he roughly pulled you flush to his chest, attaching his lips to your neck. He nimbly unclasped your bra, hastily pulling the garment from you. You signed as your breasts came in contact with his bare skin for the first time. “Let’s– ah– move to my– oh, shit. Right there– bed, Jungkook,” you gasped out between moans. He gently gave your neck one last nip before hooking your legs around his waist and starting in the direction of your room.

When you reached your room he dropped you on the bed, watching your breasts jiggle as you bounced against the soft surface. Once you’d stopped moving, you reached for his sweatpants, swiftly tugging them and his tight boxers off. You took a moment to take him in. Damn, he was such a fine looking specimen. You let your eyes wander– taking in his defined arms, rounded pecs, chiseled abs, and thick thighs.

And there was that beautiful cock of his.

But now it was hard and even more magnificent. It was flushed a pretty pink at the tip and your mouth watered at the sight. Then you were excitedly reaching for his hardness before you could finish sighing in contentment.

Resting a hand on his hard thigh, you wrapped your other hand around his shaft. You paused to take took one last look at him, admiring the way your hand looked fisting him. “Noona, stop staring at my “pretty dick” and just put it in your damn mouth already.”

You looked up at Jungkook, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. This boy… You swore to God. Staring at him the whole time, you slowly licked a long, wet line from his heavy balls to just under his tip. His eyes narrowed at you when you neglected to finish your journey. You just innocently batted your lashes at him, then gave him a smug smile.

Jungkook opened his mouth, ready to say something else, but before he could get anything out of that smart mouth of his, you sucked his head into your mouth. “Fuuuck,” you heard him hiss before he cupped a hand around the back of your head. You slurped around him, focusing on your tongue work and alternating between techniques. You would flick your tongue in the slit at the top before swirling it around the ridge that flared at the bottom of his head. Then you would roll your tongue, pushing it beneath his rounded tip before letting him feel it unfurl around him. And all the while he gave you those gorgeous moans of his, holding your hair out of the way so he could see you better.

You had moved onto working his shaft as well when you felt a slight tug on your hair. You let Jungkook pull you away from him. “Fuck, noona,” he growled. “You look so good with my dick in your mouth and you’re so fucking good at sucking me off. But let me take care of you now.” You didn’t need to be told twice. You hurried to remove your pants, assisted by Jungkook tugging at the hem of your jeans.

Once the offending garment was crumpled on the floor, Jungkook told you to scoot back on the bed before he crawled between your legs. You looked down at him. Man, what a picture. You could totally get used to seeing him nestled between your thighs, ready to eat you out. “Shit, noona,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking wet. Look at this,” he marveled before rubbing you through the wet spot on your panties. Then he laid a chaste kiss on your nether lips before looking up at you through his bangs. Keeping eye contact, he began peppering your inner thigh with open-mouthed kisses and slowly pulled down your underwear.

Once the small scrap of fabric had been slipped off your feet and tossed aside, Jungkook smoothed his warm hands up your legs, making sure to drop little kisses on your skin as he went. When he finally reached the top of your thigh, he gave you another gentle kiss on your glistening lower lips. “Let me taste your honey, noona,” he purred. You groaned. What was this kid eating to be this good at sex? Probably just a lot of pussy. And then he was eating yours.

Or fucking not.

He was fucking teasing you. Running his lips all over you, mouthing your outer lips. Then your inner lips. Kissing you as if he was at your mouth, not between your thighs. Even gently nipping your sensitive flesh. But never, never giving you more than a brief touch of his hot tongue. And definitely not touching your clit. You could have screamed.

“Fucking suck my clit, Jungkook,” you growled, pulling his head up by his hair to look at you. “God, noona. You’re so fucking bossy. Have you always been this hot,” he questioned, lips glistening with your wetness.

“Yes. Now. Suck. My. Fucking. Clit.” And then you shoved his face back to your center. He grunted happily at the rough treatment before running his tongue up your slit. And finally, finally swirled it around your clit. He brought a hand up to spread your lips apart, giving him greater access to your sensitive bud. He licked and sucked at you, dragging all sorts of moans and groans and general profanity from your mouth. It wasn’t long before you felt two of his fingers circling your entrance. You moaned louder in encouragement and he slipped them inside you.

He started off fingering you slowly, taking his time dragging his long fingers in and out of you. Then he began to pick up the pace as he started scissoring them instead, keeping his mouth on your clit the entire time. Most of the time he looked up at you as he used his mouth and fingers to pleasure you. But sometimes he would close his eyes. And that’s when you could really see he was truly enjoying the moment. You gently swept his bangs off his forehead before tangling your fingers in his hair. You were getting close.

You let your head fall back into the pillows. The pleasure was getting to the point where you could no longer hold your head up. Your breath was coming faster and in uneven bursts. “Jungkook, I’m gonna come,” you whispered, fingers still buried in his soft hair. He moaned his approval into your body and then you were flying apart. He kept up with you, following the bucking of your hips, never letting your frantic movements dislodge his fingers or his mouth. Finally you sighed, signaling the end of your orgasm. Jungkook removed his fingers and mouth, knowing that sigh meant you’d become too sensitive for anymore stimulation.

Jungkook slowly crawled up your body, pausing to drop soft little kisses every now and then. When, at last, he reached your face, he bent down to kiss you. You were expecting a hot, frantic kiss, like the one you’d shared earlier in the kitchen. You were expecting tangled tongues from the get go. But Jungkook surprised you. His kiss was gentle and he eased into it, building up the intensity. The care he was taking with you after your orgasm, and the lack of pressure from him to take care of his needs right away, was a new experience in a one night stand for you. Lord, save you from younger men. Apparently, they knew what they were doing much better than their older counterparts. Or, at least, this one did.

Jungkook broke the kiss first and pulled back slightly before inquiring softly about a condom. You rolled to your side and reached into your bedside drawer. You held the square packet out to him with a mischievous smile. But when he reached for it you quickly pulled it back, laughing. The surprise on his face melted into a grin. Then he grabbed your wrist, playfully biting your fingers before slipping the condom from your fingers.

You lazily ran your fingers over your sweaty skin as you watched him deftly roll the condom down his length, a smile still on your lips. Damn, but he seriously had a pretty dick. You were actually starting to worry if you were developing a fetish for Jungkook’s cock.

When Jungkook had finished putting on the condom, he grasped himself in one hand. Then he curled an arm under your leg, dragging you into a better position. “You ready, noona?” You nodded, reaching out to hold onto the forearm he was now using to support himself. You needed to touch him.

Slowly he pushed into you, carefully watching your face as he did. Once he could go no further, he paused enjoying the feeling of just being inside you. After a few moments he gently placed your leg on his shoulder, reverently running his hand up and down its length before turning his head to sweetly kiss your ankle, his lids fluttering closed. No wonder this kid got laid so often. If this was how he treated women in bed there was probably a list of girls miles long, compiled solely by word of mouth, waiting to sleep with him.

When Jungkook opened his eyes again, he released the leg over his shoulder for a moment, only to grab hold of it further down, this time around your thigh. His other hand came up to grip your hip. He had been looking into your face since he’d opened his eyes, but now, as he slowly began to draw himself out of you, he looked down to where the two of you were joined. As you watched him, he bit his lip, groaning at the sight. He continued to unhurriedly work his way in and out of you.

You loved how Jungkook was taking his time with you. But his slow pace had worked you up enough by now that you were starting to squirm, needing more. Jungkook noticed your fidgeting and pulled his gaze from between your legs. You let out a long, drawn-out moan. “Please, Jungkook. I need you to fuck me.” You didn’t mean to whine, but the end of your plea sounded suspiciously close to one. He chuckled at your impatience. “I thought you’d never ask, noona. But are you sure you can handle it?” You narrowed your eyes at him. Oh? So this was how he wanted to play now? But before you could respond he brought a hand to your clit and rubbed, halting your reply. Taking advantage of your short-lived silence, he leaned forward, shifting your legs so you could wrap them around his waist. Then he leaned farther over you and whispered, “Because I will gladly wreck your beautiful cunt.”

And then he roughly snapped his hips forward. You half grunted, half moaned, partly in surprise and partly in pleasure. He had actually managed to shift your body up the bed slightly with just the force of his hips. And he was continuing to pound into you with that same force. You threw your hands out over your head, pushing your palms flat against your headboard so that you didn’t go crashing into it every time he thrust forward. Jesus christ, he wasn’t kidding when he asked if you could handle him. And you loved it. He wasn’t afraid of hurting you, knowing that you weren’t made of glass and trusting you to tell him if it was too much.

The way Jungkook was pounding you into the bed felt oh-so-good but you knew the angle wasn’t right for you. So, in between thrusts you gasped out, “Jungkook. Oh, God. Jungkook, I – ah, shit – need to – fuck, fuck, fuck – switch.” He understood your ineloquent wording and slowed his thrusts to a minute yet steady rocking, his movements just enough to remind you that he was still inside you. As if you needed a reminder. “What do you need,” he asked, breathing heavy from his recent exertions. “I want to ride you.” He quickly flicked an eyebrow up, then back down in interest and wasted no time as he slipped gentle arms beneath your back to pull you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck to help, and he cradled you loosely to his chest before slowly falling backwards onto the foot of the bed.

You pushed yourself up from Jungkook’s slick chest and looked down at him. The hair around his hairline was dripping wet with sweat and a bead had rolled down his temple. You bent down and kissed that single drop away. Then you kissed your way to his open mouth, nipping the corner of his lips. He met your gentle lips with his own as you softly kissed him, but he let you lead the kiss. You deepened it, tangling your tongue with his. When you finally broke the kiss, you traveled down to his neck, a nudge of your nose against his jaw enough to get him to push his head back, baring his throat to you. You kissed the side of his neck then, laving your tongue along the cord of muscle stretched tight there. He moaned for you and you couldn’t help smiling against his skin. There was that vocal boy you loved so much again. Wanting to hear more, you bit the same muscle you’d just licked. And he gave you more of his moans. Such a good boy.

You finally pulled back, hands lightly resting on his firm chest muscles. He gave you a brilliant smile which you returned. And then he shallowly thrusted up into you once, urging you to move. You chuckled at his actions. His grin only grew wider at the sound of your laughter. “Come on, noona. You said you wanted to ride me.”

“That I did.”

But before you could start moving he flexed his hips, keeping them in that new position. The smile fell off your face, and you froze with his movement. All you could do was stare down at him with wide eyes. “Shit,” you breathed. The tiny change in position had shifted him so that now he was firmly pressed against your g-spot. If it felt that good without anyone moving, you didn’t know how you were gonna keep your shit together long enough for him to get anything out of the ride. Now it was his turn to chuckle at you. The little brat knew exactly what he was doing to you. Knew you wouldn’t last long in that position. And he was gloating. You could see it in his eyes.

However this time you didn’t care, it didn’t rile you. You just began to move, at last giving yourself and Jungkook what you both wanted. You swiveled your hips in slow circles and figure eights, gradually increasing your speed. You were right that it was going to be hard to keep it together long in this position. Jungkook’s cock, held snug between your wet walls, never stopped pressing against that magical spot. Then you began to quickly bounce yourself up and down on his length, showing Jungkook what you were made of this time and earning a string of groans and dirty talk from him.

“Just like that, just like that,” he mumbled, head thrown back, eyes tightly shut in pleasure. He felt so good inside you, filling you up, gliding against your walls, never leaving your sensitive g-spot. You desperately grabbed at Jungkook, needing something to hold you down to earth. At your fumbling, he opened his eyes to look at you. He quickly realized your silent request and took your hands, threading your fingers with his own and squeezing once.

You were getting close, but you needed just a little more. So you untangled a hand from Jungkook’s and reached down to rub at your clit. Jungkook’s eyes hungrily followed your movements and he let loose a loud moan before panting, “Shit, noona. That’s hot.” He watched for a couple moments before reaching up to cover your busy fingers with his own, wanting to help you along. Once he was satisfied with the position his hand was in, he looked up into your face. His brow was furrowed in concentration and desire, and he had his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His gaze was intense as he fervently watched the pleasure steal across your features.

You panted, openly staring back at him– unable to get enough of the expressions flashing across his face. You liked the idea of him helping you touch yourself, liked the feel of his large fingers working in tandem with your own smaller ones. And you loved that he seemed to find helping you get off such a turn on.

“Jungkook, talk to me. I’m close. Please, please, please” you pleaded, not even paying attention to the words coming out of your mouth. He complied eagerly, “You’re so fucking beautiful all sweaty. Look how hard you’re working to get off. How you use me so eagerly. Just the sight of you could make a man come without touching himself. And when you come I bet you look like a goddess. I can’t wait to feel you clench around my cock. You’re gonna feel so good, noona.”

Your breath was starting to hitch and your movements were becoming less rhythmic. “You can come, noona. It’s okay, you can come. I’ve got you. Come for me. I’ve got you, noona,” Jungkook coaxed, face pleading despite the commanding air of his words.

Your orgasm hit you like a trainwreck. It was so intense you didn’t make a single sound for the first few seconds, your legs squeezing Jungkook’s sides as he made enough noise for the both of you. And then your screams of “Jungkook” and garbled sobs were drowning him out as your body convulsed on top of him. You were barely aware of him moving his hands to your hips, grabbing hold so he could pound himself up into you from below. You were just starting to come down when you heard him groan your name, thrusting up one last time.

Jungkook and you both collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bed. Your muscles were still twitching and the sound of heavy panting was loud in the room. A smile stretched over your mouth until, eventually, you were giggling then full-blown laughing. A joyful, exuberant, completely satisfied laugh. It wasn’t long before you heard Jungkook join in, feeling his body shake with it beneath you.

“Wow, Jungkook,” you said, slipping off of him so he could remove the used condom. “That was honestly the most mind blowing sex I’ve ever had. Like, holy shit. Noona’s almost speechless.” Jungkook had tossed the tied off condom into the trash and was crawling back onto the bed. He chuckled as he gathered your pliant form into his arms. “As I recall, noona was pretty speechless for a bit when she was coming.” You grinned unabashedly up at him, “True.”

Jungkook tucked a sweaty lock of hair behind your ear before gently biting your lobe. Then he whispered into your ear, “You were phenomenal, noona. So open and unashamed, and your technique… just wow. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had, too.” Then he pulled back, joking face on, “I can’t believe some guy hasn’t tried to kidnap you for his sex slave yet.” You twisted his nipple for that comment.

After that day, the friendship between you and Jungkook hadn’t changed. You were still best friends. You’d gotten your mojo back and your roaster now included younger men too, thanks to Jungkook opening your eyes. Girls were still huffing out of the apartment when Jungkook turned down their proposals for a serious relationship. But you’d also noticed that many of the women who left happy, and without incident, were older. You’d had to indulge in a smug smirk against your coffee cup the first time you’d seen it.

The day you’d slept together was a fond memory for both of you. Yes, Jungkook and you had talked about it like mature, smart adults. Just to make sure you were both on the same page. The conversation had started with you, curious about where he’d learned to treat women so sweetly in bed. His response had surprised you. He had wanted to take care of you, his closest friend, when she was having a problem. “It was because you’re my noona.” He’d then gone on to make a distinction between you and the casual girls he played with. If ever you’d doubted how deep your friendship with Jungkook was, that conversation would have obliterated any shred of doubt and firmly cemented in your mind the amount of care you both felt for each other.

However, there was one thing that had changed. You physically teased each other a lot more. And it was fun flirting like that. There were no expectations like in a romantic relationship. Nor was there any pressure to hop into bed because you’d “accidentally” brushed a hand across Jungkook’s crotch or he’d bitten your wrist when you’d played keep-away with the t.v. remote and he’d finally grabbed you.

Months later you were sipping from your wine glass, happily chatting to one of Jungkook’s male acquaintances, the Halloween party in full swing around you. He was charming and had a great smile. And with the way you were both eyeing each other, you were sure you knew who would be in your bed later that night.

“HEY, NOONA! LOOK!”

“Excuse me,” you politely said to the man in front of you, shooting him a sweet smile. Then you turned around, smile melting from your face, and belted back, “JUNGKOOK, WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT THAT GODDAMN PHRASE?” You could hear the guy behind you chuckling.

You knew exactly what you would see when you looked at Jungkook. The past few months, he’d been doing the same fucking thing at every party you guys threw at the apartment. And sure enough, Jungkook had his dick out. Twirling it around, the same two buddies from the first time, Jimin and Taehyung, laughing as they did the same. The only difference was that, this time, you had Detective Conan, Charlie Chaplin, and the Joker swinging their dicks at you.

But, seriously, Jungkook really did have a pretty cock.

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