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ki-yomii · 3 months

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like i do | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

➥ word count | 3.2k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, mild praise kink, squirting, standing missionary, finger fucking, thigh riding, established relationship, angst w/ a happy ending, possessive!jk, jealous!jk, mentions of infidelity, trust issues

➥ summary | request - Jk being a jealous husband, angst and smuttttt 🥹💘

➥ notes | for lovely anon. hope you enjoy 💚 un-edited, i'll come back and fix any mistakes later. also poor jimin. i love him but i always seem to make him suffer lol.

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Eavesdropping.

Whether it was a stray conversation in a shop, or lurking around corners to see what others really thought of you, everyone’s done it at some point.

Now, it’s a habit Jungkook tries not to encourage - much preferring upfront interactions and direct conversations - but that isn’t to say he’s never eavesdropped before.

But the problem with listening in on conversations you’re not supposed to be is you run the risk of hearing something you wish you didn’t.

And while it wasn’t intentional by any means - he respects you too much to spy, even if the urge is there - he learns this lesson the hard way.

The first time it happens, he’s in the kitchen refilling his cup of iced coffee. There’s a squeal of surprise followed by a lighthearted giggle, the sound of shuffling limbs and a low grunt.

Everything in him freezes at the sound of your delight, gut churning.

He always works so damn hard to pull the laughter from the depths of your throat. And it stings that Jimin - his friend, his brother’s attempts are effortless.

It’s something so simple, and yet the effect it’s having on him is undeniable as Jungkook white-knuckles the handle of his mug and grits his teeth.

His jaw nearly cracks in two when he hears the softly murmured greeting, “It’s good to see you, baby.”

And Jungkook knows, okay.

He knows there’s nothing romantic between the two of you.

If anything, you’re too alike. Twin flames of the platonic variety. Not only would it never work out, but you both feel nothing but familial towards one another.

For fuck’s sake, Jimin was there when Jungkook proposed. Was the one to encourage it, in fact. Has been nothing but supportive about your relationship even when others disagreed.

However, knowing something doesn’t dampen the spark of jealousy.

Nor does it soothe the sharp flash of hurt threatening to steal the breath from his lungs.

Jimin has always been affectionate with you, and he’s always a touch too flirtatious. It’s a part of who he is, and it’s one Jungkook would never ask him to dim. Jimin spent far too long hiding, pretending, stifling himself for other’s comfort.

And Jungkook loves him as he is, encourages him to be his beautiful, authentic self no matter what. Expect maybe when it comes to his wife… for reasons he’s unwilling to examine.

All schoolyard flirtations aside, what bothers Jungkook most are the pet names. He can put aside his petty jealousy because he knows its unfounded.

What’s harder is dismissing the use of that little four-letter word: baby.

It’s supposed to be his way of telling you how much he loves you. Special, intimate. A stand-in for the four-word phrase he whispers into the silk of your skin, tattoos into your heart with his lips.

The realization he’s sharing a part of you he thought all his own sits bitter on the back of his tongue, an acid burn eating through his throat until he can’t find the words.

When you respond in kind with a soft, tender call a piece of him shrivels.

Standing in the kitchen adrift and lovelorn, Jungkook’s left with an empty longing he can’t name and no where to place it.

You weren’t together for more than six months before he proposed, knowing you were the one for him by the second date.

Maybe he moved too fast, was too receptive?

Growing up, he’d always been eager to move onto the next big thing, ready to jump head first. Some said that would come back to bite him in the ass. Was this the day?

Perhaps you regret saying yes so soon. Jungkook knows he’s not like other people. They need time to settle into their feelings like a house settling old wooden bones.

The last thing he wants is to make you feel trapped, suffocated under the weight of all his clingy, needy problems.

So he smothers the discomfort and walks into the living room. He shoots you a smile and inclines his head towards Jimin.

Thoroughly ignores the pulse of pain when he sees how cozy the two of you look cuddled up on the couch, legs tangled together with Bam at your feet.

That should be me.

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

He can’t lose you.

It’s there he silently vows to be less intense, less attached. Does his best to keep his hands to himself even though he wants to reach across the space between your bodies, and tug you into the cradle of his chest.

Bam picks his head up, cocking his ear to the side when Jungkook winces as Jimin reaches out to tug a lock of your hair, smirking around another purred baby.

Thankfully no one else but the dog notices his moment of weakness or the tension cutting through his shoulders.

Staring at his reflection, Jungkook tucks a lock of hair behind his ear and fiddles with his tie. The three-piece fits like a glove yet he’s never felt more uncomfortable.

He longs for soft cotton and baggy loungewear but tonight is important.

It’s your first year anniversary.

He’s had this night planned out months in advance; pulled all the strings needed to secure a reservation at one of the best five-stars in Gangnam.

You’ve been looking forward to it all week, and your excitement is infectious.

Only Jungkook’s mood sours as soon as he turns the corner to find you on the couch with company, dolled up and radiant. Jimin’s beside you, one leg crossed over the other and swirling a half-empty wine glass.

He says something too low for Jungkook to hear.

“Jimin!” You titter behind your hand, the flash of the jewels on your nails catching the light. “Sto-op! You nasty little freak.”

“What’re you doing here?”

Jungkook doesn’t mean to snap but the inner turmoil spills over before he can shove it down.

Your eyes lose some of their softness, the happiness fizzling from your expression like champagne bubbles. Mouth pinching in at the corners, you narrow your eyes.

A lump grows in his throat.

“What’s got you so pissy, Kook?” you ask.

Jimin clears his throat, averting his gaze to the side as he mindlessly plays with the stem of the glass.

The frosty look Jungkook shoots him withers under your pointed glare. Shoulders sagging, he runs his fingers through his hair, unable to care about how much he’s fucking up the style.

“Sorry Jimin, I… ahem. Anyway, are you gonna be ready to go soon?”

“Mhm, just let me finish up here,” you trail off, motioning to the last few sips of your own wine. “We’ve still got some time before we have to leave anyway.”

Before Jungkook can respond, Jimin cuts in while twining an arm over your bare shoulders, cheek pressed sweetly to yours, “You can’t rush perfection, Kookie. Isn’t that right, pretty baby?”

It’s no surprise your anniversary ends in disaster; a fight so vicious it has you fleeing with an overnight bag, refusing to look at Jungkook let alone speak to him no matter how much he begs you to stay.

Leaving him alone in an apartment ringing with your absence, terrified this is the beginning of the end and thoroughly convinced he’s the worst fucking husband ever.

It’s been several days of radio silence.

No amount of texting or calling gets you to answer. And it’s starting to get to him, going out of his mind with worry, with guilt. If only he hadn’t said this, that, and the other.

If only you’d stayed.

Now, everywhere he turns, Jungkook’s forced to face the jealousy growning like a weed in his heart. And every day it gets worse; a stone crushing his lungs, a bottomless pit curdling his stomach.

He doesn’t know where you are exactly, but his suspicions are proven correct when he nearly busts down the door to Jimin’s apartment only to have you invite him inside, stony-faced and silent.

The quiet doesn’t last, broken by the awkward clearing of his throat as he avoids your stare.

“What are we even doing?” he asks.

Your eyebrows shoot towards your hairline.

There are bags under your eyes and heavy lines around your mouth. You look like you haven’t slept well. Jungkook’s gut clenches, bile bubbling up the back of his throat.

It’s all my fault.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Kook.”

“Please.” He refuses to acknowledge the plea for what it is. “I can’t - I can’t do this anymore.” His voice breaks, cracks in two, tears stopping up his tongue. “I need to know.”

Your eyes flash with confusion. “Baby?” You step closer, hand outstretched and shoulders relaxing. “What are you talking about?”

His intentions are pure, honest.

But months of simmering anger, of doubting everything about himself (again), of resenting the fact he resents you, resents Jimin at all, bubbles to the surface.

He’s not proud of it, but Jungkook explodes; a match set to gunpowder.

“I’m talking about you and Jimin!”

“Me,” you ask, blinking owlishly, “-- and Jimin?”

Jungkook smiles, sharp and unpleasant. Bitter and disappointed. Grief makes him mean, nasty. “Yeah, you and Jimin. Do you think I’m stupid - were you just gonna keep fucking around behind my back?”

“Woah, pump the breaks! What the hell are--”

“Don’t even try to deny it.”

His eyes glint like shards of black ice, cool and assessing as he stares at you. Numb to the concern in your gaze, the purse of your lips. He’s slipping - he knows he’s slipping. Can feel the grief stricken rage pressing in at the corners of his mind.

The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, and yet he’s helpless to stop the words pouring from his mouth. “Did you like watching me make a fool of myself?”

You sneer, arms crossed over your chest so hard it looks like it hurts, “You’re doing that all on your own, Jungkook. I think you need to leave.”

“No, no, come on. I want to know. Why did you marry me if you don’t even want me, huh?”

Stalking closer, Jungkook corners you against the counter.

The smooth glide of his body is reminiscent of a large jungle cat, purely predatory. The uncomfortable thrill of it reflects through your gaze, the clench of your thighs.

Dark satisfaction curls low in his belly.

He asks, “Did he fuck you better, make you scream his name?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but you’re being a fucking pig,” you say, shoving his shoulder towards the door. “Now I really think it’s time for you to leave. Come back when you’re not being stupid.”

Strong fingers clamp down around your wrist, and Jungkook tugs you into his chest. His free arm curls around your waist, pinning you to his front. The heat of your body can’t drive away the sudden cold washing over him.

“Let go-”

“No.” He watches as any retort dies on your tongue, your eyes meeting his head on for the first time. Whatever you see hooks in, refusing to let go. “I’m not letting you go.”

Shivering, you try to tug your arm free, “Jungkook, please. You’re starting to scare me.”

In lieu of a response, Jungkook dips his head, and inhales the scent of your hair. Dragging his nose down the length of your neck as the familiar perfume floods his lungs. Soothes the prowling beast caged in his chest.

A rumble of satisfaction vibrates through him into you, your nipples stiffening against him.

Jungkook sighs, “You always smell so good, baby.”

The tension threaded through your frame releases, your edges softening until you rest against him fully. Shivers race down his spine when your breath tickles his ear.

You call to him softly.

He hums, nuzzling into the side of your head, “Mhm?”

“Can you let me go now? Promise I won’t go anywhere.”

Jungkook pulls back to look at you for several long seconds. Unlatching his fingers, he watches as you flex your wrist. Then reaches up to tenderly curl the digits around your throat, transfixed by the sight.

A hook of arousal sinks into his stomach.

Yanks hard when you gasp at the push of his thick thigh against your pussy, your whine when he flexes the muscle. With a soft cry, you sag into his body while your hands fly up to plant themselves on his biceps.

“K-Kook!”

“Mm, that’s it.”

The bubble of emotions boiling under the surface of his skin is at odds with the satisfaction coiling in his belly, the interested twitch of his cock.

Jungkook rolls his thigh and works you along the length of it. The heat of you burns through the cotton of his lounge pants, so warm and soft and wet.

"Don't--" your protest trails off, smothered by your teeth as your eyes flutter in pleasure. "Hn!"

Shit, he wants to bury himself so deep inside you’ll never forget the stretch. Ruin you so good with his cock you won’t dream of anyone else ever again. He’d make you his and his alone.

Fingers tightening around your neck, Jungkook murmurs, “Let me hear you, baby.”

Unsuccessfully trying to ignore how good the friction is, you shake your head in denial. But there’s no hiding how turned on you’re getting, panties sticky and thighs clamping around his.

You’re absolutely soaked, evidenced by the growing dark patch on his leg as he grinds you into a sloppy mess.

“W-We can’t, Jimin’s h-home.”

Mentioning the other man is a mistake, and you know that.

Jungkook sees the realization light up in your eyes seconds after he tenses, rutting up against you harshly. The bulge of his cock digs into the dip of your hip, throbbing in time with the labored heaves of his chest.

His kneecap catches, the sharp ridge smashing into your swollen clit. Your mouth drops open, and Jungkook slaps a hand over your face before the wail escapes.

He knows he’s being rough, but the tears in your eyes soothe some of the hurt. And honestly, he can’t bring himself to care overmuch, especially when your hips jerk against his.

“Better be quiet. We don’t want Jimin to hear us,” Jungkook snarls, “after all, what would he think if he saw how bad you’re gagging for your husband’s dick?”

Your indignant response is cut off by another muffled whine, his teeth sinking into the corner of your jaw.

A weak spot of yours - Jungkook abuses it to his advantage. Swiping his tongue through the layer of sweat that clings to your skin, the salt bursting across his tongue.

He groans.

“I don’t give a fuck what you or Jimin think.” His breath puffs warm and moist over your ear, voice whiskey rough when Jungkook says, “You married me. You’re mine, baby, and I don’t share.”

Relocating, his hand releases your throat and finds your hips. He slips under the mid-thigh hem of your oversized nightshirt, and snaps the waistband of your panties with a firm tug.

Pulling the fabric free from between your legs, he tucks the ruined fabric into his back pocket as a souvenir.

“K-Kook,” you say, voice warbling.

He hums, eyes glittering dangerously as his fingers brush over the top of your slit. Your clit jumps beneath the pad of his finger, swollen and throbbing.

When you hiss low between your teeth, he smirks, and bullies the little nub with rough circles until your hips shift from side to side.

“Ah, shit, baby. Can you hear how sloppy your pussy is?”

Jungkook dips his fingers between your folds, playing with your gummy walls as he gathers your slick, teasing the rim of your entrance. The filthy squelches echo out into the otherwise silent apartment.

He preens, chest puffing up with pride, and says, “He can’t make you feel the way I do. Can he?”

Without warning, he slides two fingers deep inside to the third knuckle. Chuckles when you burrow your face into his shoulder, your nails dragging raised lines of heat down his arms as your walls give, fluttering around his thick digits as you adjust to the stretch.

“Mm, you always take me so well, baby.”

You clench at the praise, and Jungkook pumps his fingers in reward, curling up to massage at the spongy patch of your g-spot. You whine, head tossed back and thighs shaking around his hand.

Pain shoots through the base of Jungkook’s spine, and biting back a curse, he reaches down to adjust his cock from where its trapped against you, swollen and leaking.

“Yeah, you’re such a good girl.”

“Please,” you whine before mumbling something else.

Jungkook’s not sure what it is, but figures it’s not all that important when your eyes roll back into your head and your hips twitch.

You start to bear down on his fingers, walls tensing and releasing.

“Gonna cum?” Jungkook nips at your bottom lip, panting into your mouth and sharing breath as his eyes bore into yours. “Fuck! Do it. Wanna feel you cum all over my hand.”

God, you look so good like this; eyes teary and brows crinkled, sweat-slick and mouth slack. A sight he never wants to be without. His sweet girl, his baby, his wife.

“Yeah, that’s it.” His fingers curl and pulse, pet and stretch. “Now open those pretty eyes.”

A hand curls around your jaw, tugs at your chin.

“Look at me,” Jungkook breathes.

Please.

He watches, greedy, as your lashes flutter, the lids weighted down by pleasure. Eventually, you manage to crack them open, and he ruts forward in response. His groan vibrates his lips as they smash into yours in a violent kiss.

You pull away with a gasp, slick dripping down your shaky knees. “I can’t - hnggg - fuck, Kook!”

“Tell me who you belong to.”

He’s unforgiving in his demands, a cold fire burning in the depths of his eyes. His cock throbs, his hips trembling with restraint as he stops himself from rutting to completion against you.

His heart hammers against his ribs, and his stomach swoops.

The answer will either make or break him.

Anticipation floods the room with tension; hovering in the air like a word about to be spoken.

“Tell me.”

“I -- you, Kook, I’ve always belonged to you,” you say, clenching down around him. “Please.”

Capturing you with his gaze, Jungkook hooks a thumb into the corner of your mouth. All the hurt, all the doubts, all the rage bleed out of him like water tossed over the embers of a campfire.

Leaving behind the single-minded desire to give you what you want. What you deserve. Because you’re his and the only thing he wants to do is take care of you.

Love you like you deserve to be.

Like only he knows how to.

The taste of your skin is sharp and bright when his tongue flicks against yours, and he hisses into the plush of your mouth, “Cum.”

Keening, your pussy throbs once, twice. Your belly contracts. And then you’re gushing wetly, a warm flood of slick soaking the palm of Jungkook’s hand, dripping down to puddle on the kitchen tile. Your walls ripple, muscles spasming as you shake apart in his arms.

Jungkook holds you through it, soothing the aftershocks as you slump into him - a marionette with its strings cut. You’re cotton soft, cloudy. Head lolling on his shoulder when you look up at his profile with hazy eyes.

“Show off,” you slur when you catch the sight of his satisfied smirk, the puff of his chest as he stares at something behind you. “Can’t believe you made me cum all over Jimin’s kitchen floor.”

The sound of a choked-off, slightly hysterical laugh comes from the entryway, “Oh, I can. Just glad to see you guys finally made up. Now I’m gonna go wash my eyes with bleach.”

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jungkook recs

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pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

e.r means established relationship

disclaimer: if you came back to read that one fic you liked but can´t find it, its bc the link wasn´t working anymore so I deleted it :/

yandere / mafia / bad boy

bloody love - smutty, king jk, evil jk, obsessed jk, posessive jk, blood thirsty jk like fr, he honestly loves bathing in the blood of those who did him wrong in his eyes, reader is lgb. this is an on going series but I´LL BE DAMNED IF IT ISN´T THE BEST THING I´VE READ in a minute!!, the writing its so captivating, not a single dull or boring moment, i can´t wait for the next part tbh

romantic dreams - yandere!jungkook, tattoo artist jk, boxer!jk, UGHH ITS GOODDD, he´s so toxic frfr, namjoon is sick of his ass lmao, totally obsessed with reader, jealous and possesive af, he´s crazy sdlfjs but i´m into it

toxic noona - yandere!noona, toxic controling relationship, jk is a victim, he´d rather die than leave, reader likes to make him cry, manipulation

crafting new memories - yandere!jk FR, stockholm syndrome, jk kiddnaped reader and fucks her while making her watch herself on the news,,,her own missing sign

twin flame bruise - twin!jk, jeon jeongguk and jeon jungkook, they look the same but are opposites, the one thing they have in common is you. it´s an on going series but I like how the plot is vvv different from what we´re used to

yours insanely - yandere!jk, serial killer jk, detective!reader, he kills women who look like you

darknet - yandere!jk, the internet is scary, human trafficking, jk is scary dangerous, it´s a LOT, just wow

who is in control? - yandere-ish, lawyer!jk, posessive jk, obsessive jk, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, secret relationship, he´s cray-cray

hybrid au / soulmate au / super hero au / alien au

his bunny - smut, fluff, bunny hybrid reader, fem reader, clingy reader

bunnytalk - bunny hybrid jk, owner reader, jk is a sad bunny bc reader won´t return his feelings but it´s all just a misunderstanding

night vision - e.r, alien!jk, suggestive, lowkey smut, bunny hybrid reader, jk has tentacles ,,,,,nothing else to say, flirty fluffy jk, this is dIFFERENTTTT i love it

closer - smut, step siblings au, noona reader, yandere!jk, jk is obsessed with him older step sister, WHEWWW this is intense, very detailed, loved it

slice of life / university au / idol jk

soju - fluff, shy baby hubby jk, reader cooks him his fav meal and he basically looks at her with heart eyes, i love it

you make him go crazy - fluff, idol!jk, slight angst, multiple scenarios, reader is constantly making him go nuts, he is STRESSED lmao, it´s cute anyways, reader is kind of a careless brat but jk wouldn´t have it any other way

you wear his clothes - fluff, thing is...HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd

all my fault - angst, fluffy end, hubby jk, in which you pass out after an argument and find him crying when you wake up

call me soon - summer break up, strangers to fwb to lovers, obsessed jk

screw up; over wine - finance major jk x model!reader, first date drabble, he is really into reader so he takes her to a fancy pricey wine and dine but guess wHAT.. he is broke lmao so he straight up PANICS, lowkey highkey secondhand embarrasment but it´s jk so it ends in a cute way

kiss me better -angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way

you´re leaving me - angst af, hubby!jk, daddy!jk, he found divorce papers after an argument and thought the worse, he starts going crrrazy but as always, it´s a happy ending

snowball - fluff, angst, crack, implied E2L, flashback from their college days. this is part of an upcoming series, and I already love it bc wdym it was lovE at first sight?? galaxy in his eyes, artsy space love talks, fireworks exploding in his chest bc ur giggles are his fav soundddd and everything?? I am HERE for it. he lit spaces out, brain dead, no other thoughts but youyouyou and your pretty self

you´re sleepy but you promised you´d go grocery shopping with him - e.r, its cuteeeee

movie night monday -fluff, e.r, he is impatient lmao, clingy cuddly loving fluffy jk

couple questions with vogue - fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancé soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute

devoted to trouble - fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS

show you what devotion is - boxer!jk, ballerina!reader, fluff, angst. you´re like his safe place, it´s giving exes to wannabe lovers, they deff like each other and jk wants to eat her uP but he´s wants it to be romantic and stuff, idk idk I liked itttt

you surprise him for his birthday - he´s so boyfriendddddd, this is so wholesome and cute

he can´t sleep bc he loves you so much - now THIS makes me want to drink bleach and die bc of how cute it is, THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE, there´s a lot of giggling, a lot of praising, a lot of disgustingly sweet loving talk after sex :´)))))) its such a good read i promise

fighting heart - boxer!jk, fluff, angst, he´s so stressed sldfkj, reader gets in a small accident and jk went crazy when a nurse answered your phone

make a wish - fluff, little smut, best friends to lovers, reader is so sweet, birthday surprise, jk shoots his shot, he only wants to spend his birthday with you

daft pretty boy - basketball cap!jk, classmates to lovers ig, see he´s smart but when he´s with you he gets nervous and forgets how to exist, he lowkey confesses and he´s sraightforward with itt, he´s got a hUGE crush on you lmao

ride - strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, jk is a fucc boy on campus, reader has tattoos and rides the coolest bike, jk has an instant crush, love at firts sight i would say, got him blushing and sweating lmao, this is an on going series but I KNOW it´ll be gREAT, I love it already

in your arms - e.r, fluff, smut, morning secs, waking up by his side for the first time after moving in

encore - game designer!jk, he is cool af, has a fat crush on reader, this is just the teaser of the fic but I really like it

crave you - idol!jk, crack, smut, fluff, hispanic choreographer reader, texting, taejikook, jk is HORNY but he´s a softie too, he´s got a big big fat crush, strenght kink bc we all know he can throw her around like a ragdoll

pretty girl - smut, tattoo artist!jk, chubby reader, THIS IS ITTTTT, he´s tall, dark and handsome, flirty af too, "pretty girl" stFUUUU, they both want to fuck so he shoots his shot at the tattoo appointment

easy - angsty, fuckboy jk, bet!trope, jk plays you so he can get his rent paid, i read this one a lawwngg time ago and decided i was an angst loving hoe

Inevitable - angst, fluff, smut, lovers to exes to lovers, baseball player!jk, dad!jk, parents au, you break up with jk years ago after you got pregnant bc you wanted him to follow his dreams and now he´s back home just to find out there´s a boy who looks just like him.. this is a masterpiece, honestly one of THEE best jk series out there, it has it all fr, the angst is angsty and the fluff is FLUFFY, i love it sm i´ve read it 3 times and never get tired of it

finish line -fluff, nerdy!jk, racer!jki loooooveee itttttt, so cute, so fluffy, this blurb uGHHHHH, just read the whole thing pls

ungodly hour - crack, smut, fluff, college au, broke college student!reader, lowkey slutty!reader, jk is thirsstttyyyyy, simping atp, "who´s dick do i have to suck for a hulu account?" this series is honestly so funny ksjakskjs

ceo au / sugardaddy au / rich bf au / coworker au

Over The Odds | The Confession - ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series

wrong time - smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life

don´t blame me - sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc

failed quickie - cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but it didn´t work, he likes his hair pulled!!1!

someone older -smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again

break up au / cheating au / fuckboy au

night after night - smut, angst, crack, fluff, semi-retired fuckboy jk, red flag jk, stalker jk, break up au, lovers to exes to lovers, he fucked around and found out so he is FREAKING ouT, also he is beggING okk.. we love that, he also has a Harley bc he is bad boy™, they make up anyways bc he is pussy whipped.. or in love, whatevs you wanna call it

seven plus one - smut, angst, they break up for like a week and that shit got him SIMPING fr, standing under the rain begging and stuff, the man is obsessed, we love it

what could've been - smut, angst, rockstar jk, fuckboy jk, ex gf oc, he breaks her heart then leaves to become world famouse, the sees her again, they fuck, he wants to get back together bc he´s still in love but she does´t want him like that

pwp / fwb

woof, woof, woof - smut, angsty, kinda E2L, jealousy, toxic relationship, teasing , unprotected sex

you good?? - drabble, smut, "what if you gave jungkook head?" is righT bc i´ve been thinking about it for a min!!! he is mean ok yall know he is a brat buT, the head is too good to do all that, the man was shaKINg for godssakeee, so good he had to answer with a thumbs up bc reader drained him fr, left him so brain dead he couldn´t even speak

afterglow - smut, fwb!jk, slight possessive!jungkook, dirty talking, degrading nicknames, but he cares ok, he´s trying to get out of the friend zone

every side of you - very pwp, he is a rough sex loverrr, he compares readers moans with angelic melodies like??? he´s so romantic like that, but also: degrading dirty talk, he is rouGH alright, straight up clingy bf after sex, sweet loving talk + cute cute aftercare, he is just pERFECT

come sit on my lap - pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEEE :´)

birthday gift - honoring his 26th birthday with this masterpiece, he like to talkkkk ok?? dirty talk, degrading nicknames kinda talk, "dumb bitch" kinda talk, growling while he calls you names, i was shook fr

he has a lot of cum - boyfriend!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man

riding jungkook´s nose - we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease

fucking in the gym - this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors

wicked - smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 3 months

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Noirceur | JJK | Main Part

Pairing: demon! Jungkook x fem! human! Reader

Summary: A kiss. A curse. A tangled fate. A dark soul. His love breaks your fate, your bond cures his death. And a poetic dance that he traps you in, along with your own song that only he can hear. A story told wrong or in which Jungkook finds his lover after swimming through centuries of lost time and cursed minds.

Warnings: fluff?, angst, demon! Jungkook, black swan! Jungkook because I'm obsessed, toxic love, soft yandere?, obsession, implied kidnapping, dark fantasy, magic, curses, spells, blood, minor injuries, anxiety and feelings related to it, non-con kissing, kinda creepy, mentions of death, poetic writing, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 3.1k words

A/N: I wrote this one in one sitting O.O, let me know what you think in the comments, darlings! Also, who else is obsessed with Black Swan Jungkook? Because I certainly am and this fic was inspired by the music video and my own ideas :D.

ALSO, this au is open for further parts if you request anything, darling! My inbox is open, lovelies xxx. This story will go how you like and I'll link all the parts into a Main Masterlist when something is requested for this story.

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

Noirceur: (noun). The state of being pitch black in colour; a state of lacking illumination.

The stories you have heard all your life were true. You didn't doubt it anymore.

From purity to evil. From light to the darkest night. A loneliness that turned into love, it morphed into an obsession. A claymation of a life, a soul. A being. A heart.

In the depths of hell where shadows writhe,

A demon walks, his heart alive.

His eyes, twin flames, burn with desire,

To find a soul, his dark empire.

The legend had changed, because Jungkook did not live in hell. His empire was situated over this very Earth. He had searched for centuries for that part of him, that part of him that was still alive. That part of his heart that was still beating and that should not fear him. That soulmate that was given to him by fate itself. That soulmate he wanted to claim. That lover he needed to possess.

He felt it when you entered the abandoned castle of arts, the large opera house where he had died many moons ago. He could no longer remember how he stopped being in the land of the living but he had never come across another one of his kind.

He was cursed. To live forever and torment the unfortunate souls of this world. He was cursed. To be alone in his long time punishment. He was cursed, his heart burned to ashes and his power rose from the depths of the earth.

But since you came across his path, Jungkook's punishment became a game for him to play. A game for you to endure.

You had been running endlessly through the infinite halls of the large opera house. Your naked feet were painted in crimson red as they bled with every step you took. You ran, passing through many hallways with many paintings hanging on the walls. You ran and ran, a soft music in the background made the hairs at the back of your neck stand up with nerves, with fear.

Footsteps were heard behind you. Those footsteps that had been chasing you for so long you could no longer remember when was the last time you had actually been outside of this abandoned castle of arts that was now your prison in hell.

"Come out, little dove. I only want to play."

You bit your lip as the words reached your ears. Those words that dripped from the mouth of your captor. The man who chased you to the end of the world, however you doubted he was actually a man.

You hid behind some curtains worn out by time itself. Your hands clenched the fabric of the dirty dress that was only enough to cover your dignity. It made you shiver. From the cold, from the fear. Maybe both, maybe neither.

"(y/n), (y/n). Dearest, (y/n)...STOP HIDING!"

You flinched when his voice boomed around the place you didn't doubt had once been beautiful. Blood oozed from the bite your teeth inflicted over your tender lip and you sniffled, hearing the footstep halt before they began echoing around once more, this time coming closer to you.

Through realms of terror, he roams the night,

Seeking a heart to claim as his right.

A soulmate bound by fate's cruel hand,

To join him in the demon's land.

In fear, you ran once more. As if you could ever leave his poisonous claws. As if you were able to leave that hideous place that played with your mind, with your soul, with your heart and memories as if they were toys at his reach. For him to use as he pleased.

Curtains hung from the tall ceiling that once had a beautiful pattern painted on it. It made you feel lost. As if you were running in circles. Always lost. With nowhere to go. As if you had ever had a choice. Or better said, as if your choice had been willingly taken by you.

Because there had once been a choice. A choice you made. A decision you chose. You entered that place by your own will yet your freedom in leaving was never yours to be held in the first place. It made you sick to the stomach, as if a storm was closing in on you and there was no way out of it. No sun ripping through the curtains, no wind blowing the clouds away.

Jungkook could hear your frantic breathing, your hurried footsteps and suppressed sobs. He could hear your beating heart resonating so strongly in his ears it only sent a chill down his spine at the chase.

He remembered the sweet scent that suddenly invaded his own prison the moment you entered the large opera house. For only the kiss of his soulmate would free him from the shackles of fate, only the purity of the heart would be able to set him free and roam the world as he pleased.

In whispers cold, his voice does call,

A siren's song, a chilling thrall.

He seeks a soul as dark as he,

To walk with him, for eternity.

"Don't you know that I love you, sweet (y/n)? Why do you run from your lover, hmm? If you come to me willingly, it will hurt way less, love."

You ran and ran, ignoring the pain in your feet, the pressure in your chest, the harsh beating of your heart. You weren't going to give up that easily. You weren't going to surrender without fighting back.

The hallways carried so many paintings on the walls. So many paintings of beautiful women. Pictures that you couldn't pay enough attention to. Paintings that resembled absolute fear and sorrow, something you didn't know but felt utterly familiar.

You stopped running when you made it to the main theatre as you stood on the old stage. The wooden beneath your feet was dusted with the remnants of time, broken glass was scattered along the dark wood from the frail chandelier that hung from the ceiling with its crystals tainted in greying dust.

The pain in your feet was ignored as you walked across the stage. You didn't hear Jungkook's maniac laugh, you didn't hear his approaching footsteps or his sick declarations of love. Of obsession. Yet the silence made you even more nervous. You didn't know where you were, you didn't know what day it was. Time had become a foreign concept for you, a thing your mind could no longer grasp.

How long had you been trapped in that hauntingly beautiful place? Has it been hours, days... months? Did people search for you? How about Taehyung, the man who sent you to that place to begin with? Was he wondering why you never came back to work? Was he wondering if you were still working on the story of the broken opera house to publish in his extravagant magazine? Did he even remember your presence or did he keep you around because you never questioned his orders and demands?

But there was no use in blaming others for your current situation because there was nothing to be done. You walked in an almost monotonous way to the centre of the stage, blood staining the ground below your feet as more and more cuts opened your precious skin.

Jungkook watched you from behind the curtains, he watched you wander around the open space. He watched you with haunted eyes glimmering in golden magic that cursed through his veins. He watched you with desire and delicacy. As if you had been crafted into a perfect doll for him to care when all his hands had ever done was to destroy and taint.

Your tears adorned your face like small diamonds over your soft looking skin. He wanted to wipe them and treasure such pearls of pain and fear within him. Your hands trembled as you gazed around you, eyes fixing on the fallen glass on the ground, the broken chandelier that hung from the ceiling and that seemed to snap at any moment, the crusty wood beneath your feet and the old paintings of women around the grand place.

"You don't have to run anymore, little dove."

Beneath the moon's unholy light,

He searches for his love in fright.

Through haunted woods and cursed moors,

His longing heart forever lures.

With a choke gasp you turned around, watching as Jungkook emerged from the back of the stage, the curtains giving him an aura that made you shiver. He took a step forward and you took a step backward. The need to keep as much distance between the being that kept you in his grasp and your own sanity was stronger than your actual fear of him.

"I have waited centuries to finally meet you."

His words only made more tears roll down your cheeks, eyes red and puffy as you glared at him in fear. You took a step as he approached you once more.

"Please..."

Your sweet voice enchanted him like a curse. Desiring to hear you speak once more, he remained silent and listened, taking another step towards you and instinctively you took once back.

"...please, let me go. I p-promise I won't tell anyone about what happened h-here today. I'll never come back and disturb you but, please-"

He laughed, a sound so harmonious it echoes around the empty opera house. You found it alluring, like a siren's song but you had to physically refrain yourself from falling into his arms.

"Do you really think I'll let you go after searching for you through so many lifetimes? You are mine, little dove. Forever mine."

Jungkook smiled, ever so sweetly you felt sick. A smile that got engraved in your memories forever. You shook your head but couldn't look away, taking another step back as he insisted on getting close to you.

"Look around you, love! Look around you and deny me that we aren't meant to be! We are destined, little dove. Tangled by fate. Look! Look around, (y/n)!"

And you did, not hesitating to follow his command with the force in his voice that made you suppress a sob. You looked around, eyes landing on one of the many paintings of the large room. One of the paintings that decorated the dull walls. The paintings that were old and worn out by time. Your eyes widened when you saw it. When you witnessed that the demon in front of you spoke nothing but fact. A sudden realisation dawned upon you and you felt as if you were drowning in a well with nothing to hold on to and nothing to hope for.

Because the lady on the painting cried tears of blood, the lady on the painting resembles your soul. Those were your hands, fisting the fabric of your dress in a deathly grip. Those were your tears rolling down your cheeks. The woman in the picture was the reflection of your soul trapped in a timeless mirror of blood.

"You see now? This whole castle of arts is our sanctuary. Our palace, Queen of mine."

You shook your head, in shock, in rejection. In fear. In anguish. You shook your head as you took step after step backwards even when he wasn't doing anything to get close to you.

Was your fate really next to him? Were you really tangled in such a web of lies you weren't able to escape? Or was he just playing with your mind?

"Stop it, (y/n)."

Jungkook spoke in alarm as he saw you getting closer and closer to the edge of the stage. But you didn't listen, your mind acted on its own in a fragile attempt at getting you away from this nightmare you had fallen into.

"Stop it!"

"Get away from me!"

Your scream resonated all over the place, your feet didn't stop moving until you stood at the edge. The height was enough to hurt you and the sole idea of it made him feel his heart beating, at least for a second or two as you stood on the edge while you faced him with shock written all over your beautiful features.

You took another step and a gasp escaped your lips as the floor disappeared from beneath you. Your eyes closed in instinct and your arms flailed as gravity pulled you down towards the hard ground covered in broken glass that was surely going to break you.

Jungkook acted in an instance, his eyes glowed in golden yellow as his large and black wings spread behind his back and he moved across the stage in less than a second, a path of ice was left behind him, freezing the ground below him, the curtains around the stage and his heart as well as he caught you in his arms before you were to succumb to nature's own force.

But in his quest, he leaves a trail,

Of fear and anguish, deathly pale.

For those who cross his path beware,

The demon's love is naught but despair.

Your eyes met his in a dance of emotions that made you dizzy in its nature. His hands found home on your waist just as your own rested on his forearms. His eyes, ever so beautiful, hid so many secrets you felt curious about yet you wished to remain in the darkness as well.

"I won't leave you. Not after burning in my own grief with your absence. You are the key to my existence, love"

His words pierced your soul like a sharp dagger. You sniffled, breathing in deeply as you found yourself gazing into his golden irises.

"You'll never leave my side."

One of his hands left your waist as it cradled your cheek softly. His touch burned you with an ice cold feeling it made you shiver in his arms whether from the coldness itself or fear of your current position, you really couldn't tell.

"You will learn to love me, (y/n). Just like I have loved you all this time. You'll learn."

Jungkook never broke eye contact with you as he allowed himself to swim in your (e/c) gaze. Your skin under his palm felt soft, the softest he has ever touched in both his lives as a mortal and as a demon of death.

You gulped, wanting to run away from him. Disgusted at his unwanted touch but strangely craving it more. As if you had been deprived of it for so long. Maybe your soul has. Maybe it was your soul that missed him, that missed that other part that was to complete your existence yet your heart and mind rejected that very own idea.

His eyes glowed once more, his wings extending behind him as he looked down at you with his golden eyes that prevented you from looking away. You found yourself enthralled by his magic, his powers and strength.

Your rigid body relaxed in his arms and he suppressed the growing smirk that threatened to appear over his lips. For he had captivated your mind in a glowy golden trance that would allow his freedom.

Jungkook leaned forward and he found no resistance from you so he continued until his lips met yours. His spell had worked over your mind even when your heart was beating wildly against your chest.

He kissed you and golden magic radiated from him. He kissed you and the chains of fate released him. He kissed you and was now a free demon, free to roam the Earth as he pleased. Free to do whatever his heart wanted for as long as you stayed next to him.

He escaped his own jail, that castle of arts was no longer his prison but was now his palace with you as his Queen of darkness.

He kissed you and he tainted you. His golden magic erupted from the very depths of his soul and enveloped you both as he was crowned as the king of darkness, with you as his precious queen.

Forever and always.

For all times to come.

For all lifetimes to last.

And you'll learn to love him, maybe not as much as he loved you. But you'll learn. Eventually. Why shouldn't a Queen love her King? Why wouldn't you love him when he gave you the world to your feet? Why wouldn't you love him when your souls were tangled?

Jungkook would wait. Wait until you'd love him completely, wholeheartedly. Absolutely and undoubtedly. For you were the reason for his black soul and now beating heart. A heart that only beats for you and you alone. His Queen of Darkness.

And when he broke the kiss and your body grew limp in his hold, he carried you in his arms, his wings extended and he flew. He flew to the skies with your body in his hold. He flew away to a place no other mortal knew about. His own palace. His own hell. His kingdom. That place where his home was, that place he’ll share with you.

Because Jungkook had waited centuries for you to finally find your way to him. He’d wait more if it meant you’ll love him in the end. Another lifetime felt like nothing if he knew you would give him your heart with your very own hands as you wore your crown of darkness, matching with his and ruling his kingdom of evil.

What was heaven compared to your love? What was light compared to your heart in the night? What was obedience compared to the sins of his own mind? Did it matter? No. It never did. And now that you were finally his to love and cherish for eternity, he could burn the world down for you to smile at him ever so softly and delicately, like an elegant rose with deathly thorns. Like a true queen of his domain.

His Queen.

So if you hear his haunting cry,

Beneath the starless, moonless sky,

Beware his love, a twisted fate,

For in his arms, darkness awaits.

January/19/2024

~Masterlist

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

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sunnebeam · 10 months

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twin flame bruise.

SERIES.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader, jeon jungkook x reader (yes they're different people)

plot: the jeon twins have become nothing more than two strikingly similar looking guys who share a mere home address and a last name. but in their senior year of college, the estranged twins may have found one more thing they share in common – you.

warnings: jeon twins au, possible headache bc the use of jeongguk and jung kook is v confusing (but they're different people here your honor), specific warnings will be emphasized in the actual completed fic (whenever that may be)

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: this is an au i had since amas 2021. haven't finished it yet so please manage ur expectations bc 1. i'm too lazy and unmotivated to finish this, and 2. i have no idea where i'm going with the plot ^^

JEON JEONGGUK.

nickname: Guk

description: the older twin, the golden son, the responsible one

appearance: styles his hair in a short & clean cut, has eleven piercings (6 on the right earlobe, 3 on the left earlobe, 1 through the right eyebrow, 1 on the lower lip), prefers studs as earrings, has a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm

hobbies: studying (yes he's smart too bc god has favorites), working out, singing (holds nightly karaoke sessions by himself), boxing (does it recreatively, not competitively)

JEON JUNG KOOK.

nickname: JK

description: the younger twin, the black sheep, the rebellious one

appearance: has his long hair slicked back to complement his undercut, has 6 visible piercings on his earlobes (but rumor has it he has more elsewhere *wink*), prefers hoops or dangling earrings, has a couple of small tattoos on his arm but covers them with long sleeved shirts

hobbies: drawing (prefers old-fashioned sketching over digital), working out, playing guitar (he's self taught!), riding his motorcycle (he wears knee pads & a helmet bc safety is cool)

INDEX.

PART 01.

PART 02.

PART 03.

PART 04.

PART 05.

PART 06.

PART 07.

PART 08.

EPILOGUE.

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fic #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jeongguk x reader #jeongguk x reader #bts x you #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook x you #jeon jeongguk x you #jeongguk x you #cat.writes

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ggukkiedae · 3 months

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COOK WITH ME, YEAH? || ep.1 my ride or die, my other half

uploaded on january 15, 2024 to the bangtantv youtube channel and weverse. dialogue in italics are spoken in english

content warning: mentions tannies’ enlistments and separation anxiety (please tell me if i missed something)

miya: “hi everyone! welcome to my new series: cook with me, yeah?”

she started clapping, even cheering a little bit before reality hit her

she sighed and looked off camera

miya: “you know, you could cheer for me”

jungkook: “you said you’d do the intro before introducing me!”

she got the folded cloth from next to her on her kitchen counter and threw it towards the direction of the voice

there was a yelp, laughter, then cut back to a smiling yoonmi

miya: “i’m very open about my friends, and armys like to see that, so i decided to start this series and introduce some of my friends to you guys while cooking with them! while cooking, we’ll be answering first few set questions i’m always asked on weverse or instagram when i post with my friends, then a few questions more specific to us as friends that i found on twitter by lurking”

while she was talking, a few pictures of her with her various friends were shown on screen

she held up her phone when mentioning the set questions

she lifted a small fish bowl with slips of paper holding questions when mentioning the more specific ones

miya: “this friend, well, i’ve known him since i was eleven. nine? we use international age now… anyway!”

she trailed off a little before laughing and waving her hand

miya: “we met as preteens, now we’re in our twenties. i literally can’t imagine life without him, he became my ride or die, and, because of how we were raised, he practically became my big emo-punk-looking soft boy other half. the oppas think we could have been twins in another life”

there’s soft thumps sounding from off camera

she looks over and starts laughing

miya: “he’s cringing and punching a pillow right now. everyone, welcome the person i’m sure you are all missing by the time this releases, jungkookie oppa!”

jungkook jogs in in his pastel pink apron cheering for himself while yoonmi clapped for him

jungkook did a little slide then a spin before bowing

yoonmi laughed at him, shoving him to the side

jungkook shoves her back then the video cuts to them standing together relatively calmly

jungkook: “i brought you chardonnay. i thought it would pair well with carbonara”

miya: “this looks good!”

jungkook passed her a two bottles of chardonnay, which she gratefully accepted

she pulled up two wine glasses and poured them some

they clinked their glasses together and finished their first glasses then she refilled them, setting them to a corner of the counter

miya: “like kookie oppa said, we’re making carbonara. want to explain why?”

jungkook: “namjoon hyung. he always talked about enjoying the carbonara in italy. mimi and i were talking about it when she was conceptializing these videos, so we decided to try”

miya: “shall we start, oppa?”

jungkook: “let’s go!”

the video cut to a clip of her filling a pot with water

there’s a clip of jungkook cutting up a slab of guanciale into cubes

when did you meet and what were your first impressions of each other?

miya: “contrary to popular belief, kookie oppa was very straightforward and blunt with me”

jungkook: “why? we became friends because of me”

miya: “i know! but people think we didn’t start talking until like weeks later”

jungkook snorted and looked at her while she added oil and salt into the pot over a flame

she looked at him

then she poked him with one of the uncooked noodles, which he swatted away

he turned on the other side of the stove and placed a pan on it, waiting for it to heat up

jungkook: “you were the only girl in the boys classes at the time. i thought you would be a vocal, but namjoon hyung said you were a rapper, so i was surprised. then i heard your satoori and got curious to find another busan kid in the company”

miya: “and you went straight up to me when you entered the training room. i was a little scared of you, but not really? i just didn’t know what to expect”

she brought out eggs and a bowl of pecorino romano cheese

jungkook started frying the guanciale

what are your names for each other in your cellphones?

miya: “kookie oppa? i have him saved as ‘ride or die’ with, like, the praise hands emoji”

jungkook: “i have mimi as ‘princess crazy’ with a crown”

she gave him a look, and he just gave her a smile

there’s a close up shot of the guanciale frying and a clip of jungkook trying it

there’s a clip of yoonmi trying it, too

there’s then a clip of her cracking the last of the eggs into the cheese, adding pepper, then starting to whisk everything together

describe each other in one word

jungkook: “yoonmi is music”

miya: “what?”

jungkook: “you literally live and breathe music. you're in your studio all the time, you always look for music to add to your playlists, and it seems like everything you do is very musical. the way you move in general has a rhythm, and the way you speak has a melody"

miya: "... you're nice to me today"

jungkook: "so i deserve a nice answer"

he took the pan off the heat and took the bowl and whisk from her

he gave her an expectant look while whisking while she just thought while fixing the pasta into the now boiling water

miya: "i think you're excellence. everything you do, you do it very well and to the best of your abilities. when you find something you struggle with, you work your hardest to become good at it. you're practically excellence as a person"

they met eyes then cringed before laughing

jungkook exaggerated his aggression with whisking the contents of the bowl while yoonmi walked off to the side

the video cuts to them clinking glasses and drinking their glasses of wine, now just waiting for the pasta to cook

what’s your favorite memory together?

jungkook: "that's hard to answer, mimi"

miya: "true, we've been friends for so long and together almost daily, so there's way too much to choose from"

jungkook sipped at his wine again

jungkook: “maybe when we wrote ‘stay’? do you remember that?”

miya: "when we slept in my studio for like three days?"

jungkook: "we cried, made jokes, watched movies, didn't namjoon hyung physically drag us to eat food that wasn't instant ramen?”

they laughed at the memory

yoonmi lit up at a thought

miya: "oppa, vegas!"

jungkook: "oh yeah! you weren't legal in america yet, so you couldn't go to the ptd parties in the bars"

miya: "but you took me around vegas for food and to look at all the different light and water shows! it may sound boring, but we had a lot of fun there"

there's a clip of yoonmi gently stirring the pasta then of jungkook pouring more wine for them

how often do you two have sleepovers?

jungkook hummed while thinking

jungkook: “a lot, actually. i slept over at mimi's a lot for a while to help her take care of yoonseollie and the puppies back before she graduated. nowadays, we sleepover in each other's house just whenever we feel like it"

miya: "yeah, but we still see each other almost everyday even without the sleepovers. oppa, the pan?"

there's a closeup of jungkook placing the guanciale from the pan onto a spare plate

what was it like working on jungkook’s solo album together?

jungkook: "oh, yoonmi wrote ‘yes or no’ back in 2018, if you all know what was going on then"

he wiggled his eyebrows at the camera, making shove him to the side

he pulled her into a noogie while she squeaked in surprise and started to hit his arm

jungkook: "she was falling in love! this kid! look at her, falling in love so young!"

miya: "oppa, let go!"

jungkook: "i still remember the first time you admitted you might have been in love"

miya: "oppa!"

she stomped on his foot, making him let go

she was fixing her hair while he laughed at her

miya: “in all seriousness, oppa told me right away when he started pulling golden together that he wanted to use ‘yes or no’ and to have me feature on a track he’d promote, so i edited ‘yes or no’ just a bit then i listened to ‘seven’ to start writing my verse.”

jungkook: "it was comfortable, you know? a sense of familiarity. then i wanted to make a song for army, and mimi actually translates my thoughts best, so we wrote please don't change together in a music style similar to one we've been listening to a lot. you know songs used for dancehall?"

miya: "I've been listening to a lot of latin and afro beat music"

there's a clip of yoonmi tasting one of the noodles

and there's a clip of jungkook throwing one at her wall (it stuck)

she looked at him then threw a noodle at his face, which he ate

does bam play with yoonmi’s pets?

yoonmi transferred the noodles into the pan where the guanciale was cooked, turning the heat on high

jungkook stepped back and gave a loud whistle

there were pitter patters of feet running, and you see bam and dipper running in

jungkook bent to pet the dogs

jungkook: "you don't see her, but nala is here, too"

miya: "our pets are siblings. they all go to stay with my brother or kookie oppa's brother when both of us are busy, so they bond a lot"

she turned the stove off then opened the freezer jungkook looked up and pointed at something yoonmi pulled out a small tray with frozen treats

they gave them to the dogs who all scattered away after receiving treats then they washed their hands

miya: "this next part needs extreme focus, so excuse us for being silent for a moment"

jungkook: "mimi, i think the pan is the right temperature"

there's a clip of jungkook pouring the sauce and adding the guanciale into the noodles while yoonmi mixed it

jungkook placed the bowl down

yoonmi looked at him, so he got a bit of the pasta water and added it into the pan

there's a close up of the pasta being stirred

there's a closeup of jungkook plating the pasta

the video cuts to them sitting on the floor in front of her couch, their plates of pasta and glasses of wine in front of them

but jimin is now with them

miya: “jiminie oppa is here!"

the three of them cheer while jimin waves

he puts his arm around the two maknaes, bringing them closer to him and rubbing his head with theirs

jimin: “my busan babies! my cute babies made me pasta”

jungkook: "hyung, let go!"

they're all speaking through laughs

yoonmi speaks up

miya: "jimin oppa is here to try our pasta, and he has the special honor of reading us the last question! but first, have a bite, oppa”

yoonmi handed him the third plate while jungkook handed him a fork

jimin twirls a bit of the pasta onto the fork, laughing a little about how awkward it was to do that while the two were watching him

he takes a bite, tilting his head before humming in approval

he swallowed and looked at the two

jimin: "this tastes really good, babies! i think it's a 100 out of 100!"

she grinned while jungkook handed him his glass of wine

yoonmi held up the fishbowl of questions for him while placing the plate back on the table

miya: "now the last question, oppa"

jimin stuck his hand into the bowl, swirling it around while giggling at the two maknaes

he pulls one out and reads it to himself first before chuckling and taking another sip of wine

jimin: "I'm curious, too, actually"

jungkook: "then read the question, hyung”

how does it feel knowing jungkook is about to enlist?

yoonmi visibly tensed while jungkook’s head snapped to the side to look at her

jimin put his free arm around her and rubbed her arm comfortingly

miya: “i’ve been seeing my therapist about this, and she said it would be a challenge for me. the oppas and i always talk and hangout, especially me and ggukoo oppa who talk to each other daily and see each other almost everyday. i’m honestly scared, but i’ll have to push through. i can do it. i think i can”

jungkook: “i’m honestly very sad about this. mimi and i are used to going to each other for almost any and everything we can think of, and we have gotten used to each other a lot. while i am worried about her given her separation anxiety, i’m also a little scared for myself, especially for the five weeks of basic training where i won't be able to talk to or be updated with her at all”

jimin: “don’t worry, babies. i have people to watch over our princess, i’ll be watching over jungkookie, and this will all pass by very quickly. just you wait”

jimin leaned his head on jungkook’s then turned to kiss the top of yoonmi’s head

the video cuts to them with finished plates and empty glasses, all smiling towards the camera

yoonmi, now seated in the middle, spoke

miya: “that brings an end to this first episode of cook with me, yeah? thank you to kookie oppa and jiminie oppa for coming to spend the day with me! if any one of you would like to try what we made at home, the recipe will be in the description! see you next episode!”

the three of them wave to the camera, then the video cuts to black

after a few seconds, jimin appears sitting in what looks like yoonmi’s home office with a question along the bottom of the screen

what do you think of miya and jungkook’s friendship?

jimin: “it’s a treasure. you don’t see friendships like theirs often where they’re raised together by the same group of people while experiencing the same things. our maknae and makdungie developed a connection over the years that us hyungs and oppas ourselves can’t understand, but they understand each other, they have fun, they keep each other in line, and they do love each other. i’m pretty sure they were twins in another life. but, yes, their friendship is like a rare treasure”

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Seventeen masterlist

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Tarot readings

𔘓Seungcheol (S. Coups)𔘓

Future soulmate

Love life

Ideal type

S. Coups injury

Future spouse

Physical type

𔘓Wonwoo𔘓

Current Energy

Current love life

Twin flame

Physical type

𔘓Mingyu𔘓

Friendship with Jaehyun

Love life

Future spouse

Friendship with Jungkook

Ideal type

What he's like when pursuing someone

Player or not?

Soulmate

Twin flame

Physical type

Album maybe?

𔘓Vernon𔘓

Future Spouse

Ideal type

𔘓Joshua𔘓

Future Spouse

Soulmate

𔘓Jeonghan𔘓

Current energy

Love life

Friendship dynamic with Hyungwon

Future spouse

𔘓Jihoon (Woozi)𔘓

Soulmate

Physical type

𔘓Seokmin (DK)𔘓

Current Energy

Future Spouse

Twinflame

Current love life

Soulmate

Physical type

𔘓Seungkwan𔘓

Current energy

Current love life

Ideal type

Future spouse

Soulmate

Marry soulmate? yes/no

Twin flame

Physical Type

𔘓Hoshi𔘓

Friendship dynamic: Youngji

Friendship dynamic: Lee Soo Hyuk

Current energy

Current love life

Soulmate

Current Energy (March 2024)

𔘓Jun𔘓

Soulmate

Future spouse

𔘓Minghao𔘓

Soulmate

Future spouse

Ideal type

𔘓Dino𔘓

Future Spouse

𔘓OT13𔘓

Jeonghan and s coups friendship

Career within the next year

Smau:

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When they aren't your bias

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hii! how are you?!!!

can you do if bts members have a connection with their soulmate/twin flame/future spouse?!

thank u sm!!

namjoon: yes (i dare say he already knows your fs)

jimin: the strongest connection i receive is about twin flame, it's as if he feels a connection with someone and doesn't understand why things don't flow. so yes to twin flame.

seokjin: yes to fs and this person is close to entering his life or they are already together.

hoseok: yes and he also already knows this person.

taehyung: maybe he has unresolved emotional issues, has a fixed idea and thinks nothing could be better than that. but he doesn't know his fs yet and these emotional issues (it seems like feelings for someone) block any connection at the moment.

yoongi: fs connection yes!!!!!!

jungkook: yes! jk is in a moment of connection with his fs where he seems to be in conflict but yes, connection with fs.

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TAEHYUNG LITERALLY SHOWED US WHO HIS TWIN FLAME IS. HE "TWIN FLAMED" with Jungkook in his April Live 😭

The lyrics of Maybe. 🥹🥹🥹

Oh we spoke telepathically about this for sure, because I was screaming internally about the same thing watching that 2023 video. Legit went and got a candle specifically to match Jungkook on his live and then played THAT song with THAT lyric. What the hellllllllll 🧍‍♀️

#asks #taekook

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

Chaeri's relationship with BTS

Maknae line

ꕥ Taehyung | V

If they were a song lyric:

✦ Twin flames type of love

「 A "twin flame" will always change your life. And that is exactly what happens to both of them when they met. Not immediately, but a gradual rise to total trust and respect for one another. If twin flames relationships could be summed up in one word, it would be intense.

Chaeri was able to put Taehyung back together just as Taehyung was able to do it too for Chaeri. In this process they realized to be each other's halves, platonically and not romantically. This isn't something that the other members can fully understand as they are unaware of the fragile state of mind the two kids were in during bangtans' early days.

They are always together, literally. They are likely shutting themselves in their own world and not letting anyone else in when they are hurting, or overwhelming everyone with their high spirits and complicity when they are at their best. They often wear matching clothes, attend the same parties and are mistaken for an engaged couple more times than they like. They enjoy, however, teasing those people who strongly believes the rumor about their relationship. How? By acting as if they were really a couple at one moment and denying it completely at the other.

So many armys are convinced that TAERI love each other madly, with all that pda, always mutually picking when teams are formed, sitting next to the other at every event. The hashtag #TAERI is always number one after a concert, correlated with many pictures of interactions of the two. 」

ꕥ Jimin

If they were a song lyric:

✦ Ride or die type of love

「 Chaeri and Jimin are the physical representation of the 'ride or die' concept.

A 'ride or die' relationship is when you are willing to do anything for someone you love or someone you really appreciate in your life. The person who you stand by in any problem and vice versa.

Chaeri knows that there is no such good and kind individual as Jimin in this world so she decided that her personal life mission is to defend him from anyone who tries to take advantage of his good heart. On the other hand, Jimin has always felt great love for the youngest of the group, admiring how bravely and frankly she faces every problem or difficulty, no matter how big it is. It's common knowledge that Jimin has said more than once that although the male members of BTS are older than Chaeri, each of them has a lot to learn from her.

CHAEMIN is not a particularly romantically shippable couple for the armys, but endless are the videos on social media about the two being close and adorable on and off the stage. 」

ꕥ Jungkook

If they were a song lyric:

✦ Meant to be type of love

「 Everyone knew that Jungkook and Chaeri would've get along well. Both the youngest, danger-loving, physically active, competitive and joyful. There are so many things that make them similar and so many more that make them totally different. All this leads to the effect of them filling in each other's missing parts. So, it is easy to figure out that no one was surprised when the two started spending most of their time together but, what the group members would not have expected at all was that, at some point, they would see them fall in love with each other. Every day a little more. Irremediably, with no turning back, against every rule imposed from day 0 by their managers. They fell in love without being able to control it.

When they met, despite being older, Jungkook felt reassured that he had found a friend with such a strong temperament, someone who wasn't afraid to speak their mind.. even if they had one of the head of the company in front of them. This gave him much to learn from and take guidance about, a model to build on to overcome his shyness and fear of saying the wrong words at the worst times. One memory he will always hold dear in his heart is when, not long after the debut, he admitted to her that he was afraid of how silly or inconsiderate his thoughts might be if said out loud. She told him that she would always care and consider what he had to say, so whenever something came to his mind he had to say it without thinking too much.

All of her first times were with Jungkook. Growing up in the entertainment industry means giving up so much about childhood as much as having big restrictions on almost everything you do; with him, tho, she always found a way to live her teenage years to the fullest.

They managed to keep their relationship a secret for a while, even enjoying the exciting feeling of doing something forbidden, making their outings more arousing.

Everything fell apart when someone of the staff reported Jungkook and Chaeri's situation to the managers. Even today, for the other members, it remains unknown what the managers told them during that urgently scheduled meeting. What is certain is that they both went through a long and difficult time after that day, showing themselves only as friends in the sight of the other bts members, nothing else.

CHAEKOOK is the most loved unofficial couple in the KPOP industry. Armys are firmly confident that there is something more going on between the two. Supporting their thesis is a video of Jungkook apparently in tears right behind the newly formed pair of Chaeri and Ateez's captain Hongjoong. 」

Had to repost because the old post is broken and doesn't appear in search results. I think I will still leave them on the profile for those who left a heart

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CYCLICISM (SERIES)

CHAPTER 3: The House on 8th St

SUMMARY —> Jungkook makes a wildly unexpected reentrance into your life, and, despite the less than ideal past you two share, this time you’re bound and determined to keep him in it — and to keep history from repeating itself.

TAGS —> 90s/00s, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Flashbacks, Emotionally Constipated OC, Nicknamed OC, Jock OC, Jock Jungkook, Cohabitation

WARNINGS —> None in this chapter.

WORD COUNT —> 7.1k

MASTERLIST | AO3

PREV | NEXT

Freshman Year: September, 1994.

Nursing both a steaming cup of black coffee and a pretty nasty hangover headache, you find yourself staring at the absolute mess of the kitchen and living room, and come to one startling conclusion:

You like your new life.

How busy, and full, replete with vitality and humor and fun it is. Even if it’s messy, it’s fun.

The dawn slowly rises and gleams in through the windows to reveal a less than ideal sight — red solo cups, plastic plates, bottles of emptied beer, and someone crashed on the couch, sleeping like the dead. But not actually dead. Maybe. Hopefully. You think.

Whatever. The point is - you don’t mind the mess.

It’s only been two weeks since you’d moved to this new town. Two weeks since you moved into this house on 8th st. Two weeks since you’d met your assigned housemates.

You’d been immediately endeared to them. They’re a big chunk of the reason you’ve been able to sculpt the barest beginnings of this life, after all.

Joy had been the housemate you’d met first. It had just been her and you, your first morning in this house, and it had felt like an instant friendship had blossomed. Twin flame and all that. She’d clued you into the house party a few blocks down, and you both went, eager to meet new people.

(And meet new people you did.)

Jimin and Namjoon you’d met the following day, after you’d come home from your first meeting with the university hiking group. You’d asked all three of your housemates if they wanted to head to a brunch place and grub down some greasy-ass food, and that was that. Friends. You had the beginnings of them

And you really, really wanted to try your best to keep them that way.

The four of you had come to an agreement: the house would have an open door policy. Even Namjoon had readily agreed, and he’s definitely the introverted black sheep of the four of you. So, from dawn to dusk, your front door stays unlocked so long as at least one of you is in the house. Maybe it’s not the wisest, but you all keep your individual rooms locked when not around, and it seems to be making this house on 8th street be the house to be already. Attracting strangers turned new friends alike like flies to honey.

And you fucking love it. You love that you can walk downstairs and not just find Namjoon, or Jimin, or Joy, but someone completely new. People are already taking to crashing on your couches shamelessly, and you don’t mind it at all.

(Right now, the person zonked out on one of the matching couches, courtesy of the anal-about-decor Joy, is Min Yoongi, a throw blanket haphazardly thrown over him.)

The contrast of this busy life from your life a month ago? Stark.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You’ve always been a morning person. The most notable change, however, is that, now? Now you’re actually excited to wake up. Excited to wake up to a full house and experience these new, fun days.

The thing you like most of all since coming to this new town, though?

A soft knock sounds at the front door, and, a short moment later, it’s pushed cautiously open. And then Jeon Jungkook steps inside.

Jeon Jungkook. Aspiring frat boy. Hiker. A boy who sports a couple small tattoos on his right hand and wears a plethora of silver and black rings on his fingers. He dresses in dark colors and baggy clothes, and has thick, dark, wavy hair that falls down his forehead damp and messily, and has even thicker lashes that brush against his full cheeks.

Despite his apparent ‘bad boy’ look, you’re quickly learning that Jeon Jungkook truly is, at his core, a polite and kind-hearted guy. Hence why he knocks first and looks around shyly before fully coming in through the front door, despite everyone having told him like three times that he is more than welcome here any time. But Jungkook had given you a good vibe from the moment you’d met him, and after nearing two weeks as friends — seeing him almost every day since the night of that party where you’d met — you’re only growing increasingly assured of your opinion.

None of his frat boy friends trail behind him, surprisingly. It’s rare when Jungkook comes alone, though you suppose it makes sense. It’s early as fuck on a Saturday, after all.

Even more surprising than Jungkook coming to the house alone, though, is the bulging paper sack he lugs in, pressed tightly to his chest, groceries peeking out over its top.

Nodding his head your way by way of greeting, he walks farther inside the house and sets the sack down on the kitchen island.

“Morning,” you greet, lifting your fingers off your warm coffee mug to waggle them at him, your voice slightly quieter than normal so as not to take Yoongi.

Jungkook gives you a soft, quiet smile. “Good morning, Blue.”

You don’t really understand the pleasure that blooms across your chest at the sight of Jungkook standing there across the kitchen island with his shy smile and sleep-laden gaze. The sunlight dapples in through the living room windows, and it seems to illuminate him. His curls are damp and somewhat plastered to his head, as if he’d just hopped out of the shower not too long ago, and his skin, despite the sparse bits of acne, seems to glow, as if recently moisturized.

It feels… weird, to see Jungkook so early in the morning. Intimate.

You clear your throat and sit up straighter. “Don’t mind the mess,” you say with a wave of your hand. “I promise, after I drain my third cup of coffee, I will get to work making this place look less like a frat house.”

Slowly, he pulls his gaze from yours, and it seems this is the first time he’d really paid any attention to the mess. His smile fades to a displeased frown. “You’re going to clean up… by yourself?”

You shrug, unbothered. “Everyone else is sleeping off their hangover. I don’t mind. But, more importantly…” You gesture to the groceries. “What’s this about?”

Jungkook doesn’t seem appeased by your assurance, but he does glance down at the sack strangely. “I got these groceries,” he says, pulling out a small package of ripe tomatoes, “For you.”

Your mildly-groggy brain faintly registers his words, but you remain staring at him, dumbfounded, as he proceeds to empty out the rest of the sack onto the kitchen island. You almost can’t comprehend what he’s saying, but there’s undeniable evidence laid out before you: other fruits and vegetables, two packages of meat, some snacks…

“I mean, not that I’m not appreciative, but... Why?” you ask.

“The guys cleared you out,” he replies, as if it’s simple and clear-cut. “They always clear you out. So I thought I’d stock the place back up for you.”

Sheer disbelief: that’s the only way you react to this revelation.

This boy, Jeon fucking Jungkook. There’s just something novel and fresh about him. He’s kind. He’s endearing. He’s generous. He’s caring. Maybe you haven’t known him for very long, but he’s quickly earning himself a place at the table of your life. Quickly worming past your defenses, making a beeline toward carving out a piece of your heart for him.

(Platonically, of course. Joy, Jimin and Namjoon are also earning themselves seats and carving out pieces, too. It’s… Different though. Somehow. Perhaps because those three are your roommates and Jungkook isn’t?)

Notes of thinly veiled wonder in your voice, you say, “You didn’t have to do this.” Even if it’s a gift. A purely genuine gift that makes your heart swell. “There’s a reason I let everyone raid the kitchen. I don’t give a shit. Feeding people isn’t a big deal.”

Luckily, you have enough money to afford them doing so. But you don’t mention the money thing. That might only make Jungkook curious about how you have money, since you don’t have a job. You don’t want him to probe. Not that.

“Feeding a whole village, though?” Jungkook retorts, disapprovingly shaking his head.

Okay, maybe it is a whole village. You have any number of guys from Jungkook’s fraternity coming through your house at any given moment, and that’s not to mention all the other new friends that make your and your housemates’ home theirs.

“I got you, Blue. Just accept the groceries. Because they’re yours.”

Well, what else would you do? Kick Jungkook to the curb with his celery sticks? Instead, you grin. “Fair enough,” you say. “Thank you, Jeon. Really. You’re sweet.”

Bashfully, he returns your smile, a slight blush dusted across his lightly freckled cheeks. Jungkook can surprisingly be mildly shy. When you’d met him, he was quiet, but spoke the more you did. In hindsight, though, that was probably more to do with you annoying the crap out of him than any blossoming personality trait of his, though. But you like that as the days go by, you’re starting to learn more about Jungkook. Starting to get him to open up more and more. You don’t truly understand the full reason why you feel this way, but you’ve come to the conclusion that he’s one of the best people that you’ve met since moving here by far.

You get along swimmingly. You have similar jock-ish interests. And he’s incredibly attractive.

Okay, maybe the last part is very irrelevant.

Or maybe not. You think most of your friends are pretty damn attractive, actually, so it’s not just Jungkook whose looks you thoroughly admire.

Still, the fact that this friend is here bringing you groceries because his friends, your shared friends, had eaten many of yours?

It’s a fact that warms you, even more than the steaming cup of coffee does.

Rising to your feet, you begin to grab the items and place them in the cabinets where they’re meant to go. You don’t bother telling Jungkook not to help you do so, because at this points you’re sure it would be wasted breath.

So, the two of you work together to put the groceries away and, when you’re done, he turns to face you with tired eyes. It’s only at this point when you realize the slight purpling beneath his eyes, the exhausting that lines his irises.

Of course he’s tired. t’s only seven in the morning, and, for people who aren’t you, that’s really fucking early for a Saturday.

“Oh, shit,” you curse lowly, so as not to wake Yoongi. You rush to pull a mug out of the upper cabinet, grab the coffee pot, and swiftly pour him a steaming cup of coffee. “I’m so sorry I didn’t offer one right away. Next time, though, feel free to ask. Or pour one of your own.” You extend the mug to him, feeling out of sorts, and he hesitates to take it, as if mulling over your words.

“Okay,” he says, finally, reaching out to take the cup. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” And yet there’s something to the tone of his supposed agreement that makes you think he absolutely will not be asking or pouring one of his own in the future.

Okay, so he’s excessively polite and worried about putting you out (as if he could ever). Fine. You’ll just have to remember to pour him a mug whenever he’s over in the morning.

You hope he comes in the mornings more and more often. Because, right now, it’s quiet. It’s just you and Jungkook right now, essentially. It hasn’t been just you and Jungkook since the night you’d met, for that all-too-brief time in a stranger’s laundry room.

You want more of these quiet moments with him.

As Jungkook sips the coffee, his eyes scan over the living room once again. Setting the mug back down on the counter, he walks over to your kitchen sink and bends down to dig around in the cabinet under the sink before popping back up, hands filled with myriad cleaning supplies that he sets on the counter. Then he grabs the trash can from beside the sink and sets it beside him. “I’m going to help you clean,” he states, brooking no room for disagreement.

 Naturally, though, you disagree. “No, Jeon, it’s okay, really. I’ve got it. It’s no big deal.

He doesn’t respond, merely reaching over the counter to pull a few of the Red Solo cups from the counter, into the trash.

Well. That spurs you to action. If he’s going to be insistent about helping, then you’re not just going to stand there like a useless idiot and make him do it alone. So you follow his suit and start throwing all the beer bottles in the trash, carefully setting them down quietly.

Jungkook turns to face you over the trash can between you, giving you a soft and airy look.

For a millisecond, you freeze under the steady weight of his honey-eyed gaze, entranced by him, before you mentally shake yourself and tear your own eyes away.

Facing away from him, you find a very small, unplanned smile coming to your face.

The two of you spend the rest of the early morning cleaning up the mess from the night before.

Even though it’s a mundane task, it feels far less mundane with Jungkook beside you.

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Present day, Summer 2002.

There are reasons you love the outdoors.

One of them is the views.

The way the sunrise peeks wonderfully over the horizon, swathing you in its budding warmth and refulgent light. The twenty-mile view out from the cliff that shows you the forest of vibrantly green trees. Another jutting, jagged cliff down the way, the forest broken up by a babbling river that runs through it several hundred feet below you.

Another is the sounds.

The euphonious birdsong that swells with the rising sun, growing louder as the assortment of birds greet the day with pretty chirps. Or the steady, low thrum of the wind, accompanied by the scuffling through the underbrush of the myriad animals that make the outdoors their home.

Another is how it feels.

The wind gently caresses your skin, and the sun grants you gentle kisses atop every exposed part of your body. Even the rough rocks that you’re seated on aren’t unpleasant; the rocks ground you in your body.

But what you love most about being in a place like this, gorgeous and raw and everything amiss from the grinding cogs of the industrial civilization you live in, is how natural it all is. With the rise of cell phones and the growing need to stay ever-connected to your network of people via the electronic, you find yourself loving more and more eschewing the industry of society and finding little pockets of untouched nature.

Normally, when you’re here, you feel rooted to your body. It’s not that you lack a brain in moments like these, it’s that your brain is filled only with the steady buzz of wildlife, of the sound of water rushing over rock, of trees shifting in the breeze. All worries gone with the breeze.

So why in the goddamn hell is that not working right now?

Your mind, instead of being beautifully, deservedly dégagé, feels overrun with thoughts of the man sitting beside you, kicking his muscled legs off the ledge and taking tiny sips out of his water bottle.

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

It’s definitely not the first time the man has occupied a great majority of your thoughts, but it’s been years since your mind had run rampant with memories of him.

You’re a regular hiker at Sangsaeng, and you’ve come many times over the years. With friends, without them — even with Jungkook, way back when. And yet it’s only here, now, with Jungkook’s four-year-long sabbatical from this town hanging between you, that you feel overwhelmed with thoughts.

You fight them back and push them way, way down.

The past is the past. You and Jungkook have a second chance to be friends here. You’re not going to let the stupidity of your college years ruin this chance.

You’re grown now, damn it. You and Jungkook both.

Twenty-six, not eighteen. Older, more mature, hopefully significantly wiser than the you of back then.

So, because you’ve never been a quiet person, you turn to your side and give Jungkook an amiable look, prepared to break the stuffy silence. Feet dangling precariously off the edge of the cliff, you lean over on one shoulder and say, “So. The Rivet, huh?”

“Yup,” Jungkook replies with a shrug, enunciating the lone word so it pops.

His single word answer doesn’t bother you. Jungkook has his rare super-talkative moments, but he’s also generally a pretty soft spoken dude. His life philosophy is probably something like: why say something in twenty words that you could say in three?

To which you’d counter: why say something in twenty words when you could turn it into a half hour long rant with room for probing questions from your conversation partner in between?

(Okay. Maybe you love to talk.)

“Hopefully you aren’t planning on staying there overly long,” you say. “I know that place is expensive as all hell. Namjoon’s parents stayed there one weekend when they were visiting and they complained for, like, months afterward about how much money they dropped to come see their son.” Your heart squeezes unpleasantly, remembering that. Even if they complain, they truly love their son. “And Joon’s parents got money money, so you know they were draining their wallets.”

Jungkook laughs softly, and your heart squeezes again: this time, much more pleasantly. “Well, they may have money money, but they’re also cheap cheap.” Before you can open your mouth to retort— because yeah, he’s got a point, but your point was that you know he’s got to be dropping way too much for the room — he waves a hand to wave that off. “Don’t worry. They’ll eventually reimburse me for at least some of the cost of the room, so I’m not that worried about money.” He sighs, and you watch him, leaned back on his tattooed arms, his head tilted back to reveal the smooth expanse of his throat. “Hotels are just so annoying to live in. It’s only been a week and I’m over it.”

You hum as you watch your sneaker-covered feet swirl in absent-minded circles. You tend to have trouble sitting still, your body wanting to be in motion at all times. “Well… Knowing you, you had to have had more reliably permanent lodging planned before moving here, yeah?”

“Well, yeah. My backup plan was to crash at Chan’s place for a while, but he’s on a business trip in Canada right now, since he didn’t know I was coming earlier than expected, he didn’t think to leave a key so I can get into his apartment.” Chan — Jungkook’s college roommate slash best friend. More muscles than brain cells, but a decent guy. You’re relieved to know that they are still in contact. At least Jungkook didn’t completely lose everyone when he’d left. “I looked at a few apartments here and there, but either they were overly-priced, tiny as fuck, in the shitty part of town, not available until Spring or…” He tilts his head. “I’m pretty sure one had mold growing in the ceilings, so that was fun.” Again, he shrugs. “I got lucky enough with the job. Fair enough that I didn’t luck out with a place to live right away, right?”

“Not lucky,” you counter, leaning toward him a microscopic bit. “You’ve always worked so hard. Hell, you did post-grad at SNU, Jeon. That’s amazing. Not to mention that internship at a Global 500? You mean to say luck landed you there?” You scoff light-heartedly, rolling your eyes as Jungkook mildly preens at your praise. “You, Jeon Jungkook, are a little bit of an idiot.”

Jungkook immediately de-preens, giving you a slight pout that makes your resulting loud laughter ring off the cliff and into the ravine.

“Build a man up just to tear him down,” he quips, clutching his hand over his heart. “You know just how to twist the knife, Blue.”

There’s something about the way he says it: in his familiar, low voice, on the breath of a laugh, his dark, doe eyes crinkling in pretty crescents as they stare across the too-wide gap between the two of you.

Then confusion visibly overtakes his expression, and he says, “Wait. How did you know all that? Where I interned and stuff?”

Oops.

You and Jungkook haven’t spoken in years, that’s true. But… “Jimin and Joy,” you say. “I’ve gotten front row seats to Jeon Jungkook’s Business a few times over the years.”

Immediately, understanding dawns on him. “Ah. Right.” He nods and fiddles with his ringed, tattooed fingers, seeming to readily accept that. “Makes sense.” Jimin and Joy have always been forces to be reckoned with, both of them people with their fingers on the pulse of seemingly everyone in the entire country’s goings-on.

If you ever want dirt on anyone in a 2,000 mile radius, just ask them. They’ll be able to dredge up something. Somehow. (Who knows how they do it? Not you.)

“Sooo…” you drawl out, tapping your fingers anxiously on top of the dirt-speckled rock. “You really haven’t found someplace that won’t require you to sell an organ once a month just to keep the lights on?”

Jungkook smiles. You stare, transfixed at it, the way it pulls up his face prettily. “Really, Blue. Don’t worry about me. I’ll figure it out.”

“Well, figure it out with me, then.” At his slow, uncomprehending blink, you add, “Like. Live with me.”

Yes, sometimes your mouth runs faster than your mind can keep up with it, but even though you mildly regret the words as soon as they escape your mouth, you realize they don’t feel like a mistake. It doesn’t feel wrong to have extended such an offer to Jungkook.

What does feel wrong, though, is the deer-in-the-headlights look he gives you in response.

“No, no, let me explain,” you say, heart thumping. “I’ve got my own apartment. I’ve had it since everyone had to move out of the house on 8th street. Jimin was my roommate. He moved out about two years ago into his girlfriend’s place, and I never felt the need to move. It’s rent-controlled and decently sized, two beds, two baths. Nice airy kitchen and living room. It’s a sweet place, and there’s an unoccupied guest room with your name on it, if you want it.”

Jungkook’s shoulders tense up, a furrow nesting between his thick brows. You sense rejection on the horizon, but before you can sweeten the pot for him, he says, “I don’t know, Blue… I’d be imposing on you.”

“Not at all!” you assure him wholeheartedly. And not in the kind, doesn’t-mean-it-but-trying-to-be-hospitable way, but genuinely. Putting Jungkook up for a bit wouldn’t harm you in the least. “At least for now, anyway. If you want to keep looking for a place, then by all means. But at least do it from my apartment for free instead of chopping off a finger every week for your payment to the Rivet.”

His skin dimples as he smiles, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he puffs out a laugh. “I’m not paying that much, Blue.”

“C’mon, Jeon, live a little,” you continue. “It’ll feel like college all over again.”

Not that you want it to feel like college. But, undoubtedly, Jungkook’s return has brought with him wisps of nostalgia that color the air in their pale blue hue.

“Let me help you,” you insist into his silence, quieter this time.

God knows Jungkook has done his lion’s share of helping you.

And, sure, perhaps there’s a small part of you that’s allowing your guilt from the less than ideal past you and Jungkook share to guide your offer, but the larger part of you overrides that. You genuinely want to help Jungkook because he’s a good guy who’s struggling a little bit and you can.

Jungkook tilts his head, seeming to consider your proposition. Curiosity replaces some of the tension in the broad lines of his shoulders. He looks away from you, out at the sunny sky, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “You’re sure it’s okay?” he asks. “It wouldn’t be… I don’t know… weird?”

Awkward would probably be a term more apt to describe it than weird, but you shake your head regardless. “Not weird at all.”

There’s hesitation in the dips of his face, evidenced by the crinkling of his nose, the slight downwards tug of his full lips. Then he sighs, and speaks. “Fine,” he says, and before you can open your mouth to cheer, or — something, Jungkook levels you with a stare that makes the noise die in your throat. “But only on the condition that you let me pay half the bills.”

“There’s no need for that.”

“I won’t live there for free, Blue.”

At his intense gaze, the way he leans marginally toward you, the sweat that gleans over his face from the summer sun, you consider it. You definitely don’t need his money — and thank fuck for your own financial security — but if it would help alleviate some of his apparent guilt at leeching off of you, or however he wants to view it, then fine. You can take his money and use it to buy your friends drinks, or something. “How about you buy the groceries —”

“Because you hate going to the grocery store?” Jungkook interrupts knowingly.

Your heart warms. Why does he remember that seemingly obscure fact about you? “Yeah,” you say. “So. You do the grocery shopping, and pay the utilities, because I remember you taking hour long fucking showers.”

“Is it a crime to like being thoroughly clean?”

“Not a crime. Just a drain on the water bill. Hence why you’ll be the one to pay it.”

His resulting laugh is loud, open. It sounds more free than the other laughs he’s given you since his return. Almost a return to the Jungkook of old.

But then the laughter dies, and his dark eyes trail over you. Searching. For what? You’ve not clue. He swallows. “Blue,” he says, and the way he says your nickname sets your skin ablaze. “Are we really doing this? You’re sure?”

You understand his repeated checking in with you. Really. For you to go from giving him an icy shoulder for years to offering him your spare room in exchange for pennies and potatoes, you recognize that’s a large leap from where the two of you had left off. A huge leap. A seemingly out of nowhere leap.

But Jungkook hasn’t been inside your head the past four years. He hasn’t even been here. Hasn’t been here to bear witness to the potent regret that trailed you like a stubborn shadow; to parties, to bars, to your clinic, everywhere.

Your throat dries up. Suddenly, you hear nothing but the low thudding of your heartbeat, see nothing but Jungkook’s dark, eager eyes. Suddenly, there is nothing in the entire world but you and Jeon Jungkook.

So you have to shake off that feeling before you can dive down the endless well once again. Only brain damage awaits you down there.

“We’re doing this,” you affirm, using the opportunity to break that thick moment. You wipe off the rock dust from your bare legs and give Jungkook your best dazzling smile. “So why don’t we start by getting you moved in?”

“Oh,” he says. “Uh, yeah.” He rises to his feet with the power of his legs exclusively, gracing you with a smile, and though you spot some uncertainty hidden in the cleft of his lip, Jungkook is unfailingly polite enough to attempt to hide it.

What you feel right now, however, is nothing but sure.

This is a chance, plopped in your lap. A real, solid chance to rebuild your friendship with Jungkook. A chance to attempt to remedy the past. Chances like this don’t come by often. This is the first in four years. It may be the last.

“Hotel first?” you ask.

“Hotel first,” he agrees.

——

Contrary to Jungkook’s misgivings about how horribly put-on you’d be to help him, helping him isn’t actually all that difficult.

The two of you walk back down Sangsaeng’s trails, chattering far more than you had on the way up. You were grateful for it; some of the tension had been effectively dissolved, the ice broken, leaving you at least edging closer to the place where the two of you had been years ago.

You start to put his bike on the bike rack on the back of your Jeep, but Jungkook insistently takes over, and you reluctantly let him take his bike to attach it to the spot beside yours. Once you’re both settled in your car, you take off for Jungkook’s hotel. You walk with him up to his hotel and help him pack what little items he did have, stubbornly ignoring his claims that you don’t have to help him, because, like, who does he think you are? A raging asshole?

(Well, maybe a mild asshole. Sometimes. But not a raging one. At least, not in years. And never intentionally.)

You stand next to him as he turns in the hotel room’s keycard to the hotel’s receptionist, and then, armed with his four duffels, you both climb back in your trusty Jeep and take off to your apartment.

Now you’re in the elevator, Jungkook carrying three of his duffels and you carrying only one — because Jungkook had stubbornly ignored your persistent claims for equality — while the elevator slowly traverses up eight floors.

“I’m in 8A,” you inform him. “First door when we step off the elevator.”

He nods, but says nothing, fingers thrumming against his duffel.

The elevator door slides open on the 8th floor, and Jungkook needlessly extends his tattoo-sleeved arm and thick, similarly-tattooed fingers to hold it open for you as you exit the elevator, followed by Jungkook.

And then, faster than even you can take in, his arm braces out in front of you, causing you to jolt to a stop. You crane your neck to give Jungkook a curious look, and he only shakes his head, eyes dark, putting a tattooed finger to his lip.

The brittle, alarmed look in his gaze is enough to keep you quiet, enough to raise your hackles.

Then his eyes settle forward once again, looking at your apartment door, still bristled.

When your eyes follow his, the surrounding tense air thick and heavy like molasses, you brace for the worst. Instead, you immediately relax upon seeing what’s got him so on edge. Or rather, who.

You roll your eyes. You forgot how protective Jungkook can be. He’s so mild-mannered and then boom. Quick as a hair trigger, ready to puff up and fight at a millisecond’s notice.

“Hoseok!” you call out amicably, hoping your usage of the man’s name will put Jungkook right.

The man turns around from your front door, a handful of packages in his arms, overflowing, almost. He brightens when he sees it’s you, and shakes his elbow by way of greeting, considering his arms are full. “Hey, Blue! Don’t mind me.”

“Oh, I mind you,” Jungkook mutters under his breath.

You elbow him lightly in the ribs before moving forward, encroaching on Hoseok standing in front of your doorway, right on the welcome mat. “Let me guess. They delivered your package to the wrong address again?”

He pouts, sighing. “I don’t know how they always get it so wrong. You’re apartment 8A. I’m 8C. A. C. Two completely different letters.”

“Wow, someone passed kindergarten,” says Jungkook. “Remind me, what’s 2 + 2 again?”

Hoseok looks up to face him, clearly bewildered.

You ignore Jungkook. “Honestly? I think the delivery people are just too lazy to walk down the hall,” you say, grabbing some of the packages from his hand to help him in his perusal of them. “This one’s yours,” you say, tucking the small package into the crook of your elbow. “This one’s for Ms. Kang in 8D… This one’s for 8B, so it’s for Mina…” You frown. “Is there even anything for me?”

Hoseok laughs lightly. “Did you order anything for you?”

“Well, no, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make me jealous being the dropoff for everyone else’s packages.” You sigh playfully. “Want my help dropping these off to their rightful owners?”

“Sure—” He stops when he looks at Jungkook behind you, suddenly looking slightly nervous. “Actually, nah. You look like you’re busy. I’ve got it this time.”

“They really should pay you for doing their job for them,” you tease.

Hoseok steps back, shrugging. “I don’t mind it. Hey, though — are we still on for parasailing next weekend?”

“Of course. I’m really looking forward to it.”

He nods, smiling his friendly, wide smile that he gives everyone, a lock of brown hair dangling off his forehead. He’s a man with a lean build, an attractive guy for sure.

The recall of Joy’s ringing voice in the back of your head reminds you of when she’d asked you, why haven’t you fucked the shit out of your hot neighbor yet?

You have never given her anything more than a joke for an answer, but the real answer is because you know it would be awkward after, so.

You don’t do casual sex with friends very well.

Strangers? Yeah. Friends—or anyone you are literally forced into seeing on the regular? Absolutely not. Never again.

Feeling Jungkook staring, you say, “I’ll call you with the deets. Now, I’m not sure, so don’t hold me at gunpoint to this, but I think Sana managed to score us a steep discount because she fucked the paragliding lady.”

Hoseok shakes his head fondly. “Of course she would. I’ll give her my thanks if her sacrifice saves me fifty bucks.” Then he turns to face Jungkook. “Sorry about that, dude. I’m Jung Hoseok. I live down the hall.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” Jungkook replies flatly.

You shoot him a narrow-eyed stare.

He sighs. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Blue’s new roommate.”

Hoseok’s eyes sparkle at that, his mouth widening into a comical ‘o’ before he looks at you. “Damn, Blue. Been a while since you had a roommate. Not since that one dude. The tall one who always dressed like he just walked off a magazine catalogue, you know?” Hoseok tilts his head, thinking, and you eagerly try to stop him before he says it via neighbor telepathy. (That’s gotta be a thing, right? Because Hoseok’s somehow always available when you run out of salt and need to borrow some). And yet, all your burst blood vessels and neighbor telepathy do jack shit, for he pays your clear distress no heed as he tries to remember. “Jin, right?” He looks at you with a smile, as if happy that he managed to remember.

Shit. You forgot how loose-lipped Hoseok was. You shake your head, eyes wide at him, and his own eyes widen as he clearly catches on that he made a social faux pas. “Oh — I. Um. Yeah. I gotta jet. If I don’t deliver these packages, no one will.” With an awkward laugh and even more awkward two-fingered wave over his shoulder, he practically scuttles away, holding the excess of packages tight to his chest. “I’ll catch y’all later!”

You watch as he drops Mina’s packages on her doormat before quickly veering down the hall and to the right to continue his self-imposed delivery duty.

Refusing to look at Jungkook, you use the resulting silence as the chance to grab your keys out of your pocket and unlock your front door, kicking the door open wide for Jungkook. “Here we are,” you say, levelly, extending your arms as if parading off an art piece. “My little slice of heaven.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, and you swallow, feeling awkward.

You move forward; your open concept, large kitchen immediately in view off the entranceway. “Here’s the kitchen,” you say, stupidly — wondering if Jungkook’s going to make a sarcastic remark about how he’s glad you’ve graduated from learning colors to rooms in a home, but he doesn’t. You turn to face him, his expression unreadable as he drops one duffel on your marbled kitchen island, the other two on the floor beside it. Then you extend your arms to the back of the apartment; your floor-to-ceiling windows, your cozy living room. The hard wood floors and fluffy rug atop them. “The living room,” you say, voice a bit high, like you’re a paid spokesperson for your own home.

Why are you being so odd?

You walk off the open space and down the small hallway. You open the hall closet, showing him the assortment of freshly washed sheets, blankets, and towels inside, as well as all the cleaning supplies. “For all your linen and cleaning needs.”

Still, he says nothing.

Then, to the left, you open the door to reveal a stark room. There’s an empty desk complete with a rolling desk chair and a made queen-size bed. You grimace at the bedset; a floral pattern of pinks and reds entwined. “Sana really wanted me to get that bed-set. Sometimes she crashes here when she’s drunk. But, uh, since the room is yours for the time being, you’re welcome to buy your own, of course.”

“The bedset is fine,” Jungkook says drily.

Right. You step into the room, moving toward the center, where the closet door is. You open it to reveal a decent-sized, empty closet. “All yours,” you say. Then you head out of the room, and wordlessly, Jungkook tails you. You open the next door down on the left to reveal the guest bathroom. “And you can consider this one yours unless guests are over, because I’ve got my own en suite.” You point to the door across the hall, on the right. “That’s my room. And… That’s it. That’s my apartment. Worse places to live, right?”

Jungkook turns to face you silently, and then he leans against the hallway wall, crossing his arms across his chest. “You told me your last roommate was Jimin. Who’s Jin?”

Ugh. Fuck.

You’re definitely going to be sprinkling cajun salt under Hoseok’s pillow for retribution.

Technically you never told him Jimin was your last. But. Yeah.

“Just some guy,” you lie, waving that off with a hand so Jungkook doesn’t feel it necessary to continue grilling you. “Do you like the apartment? Think you can bear to stay for a while?”

Jungkook’s eyes search your face, his irises almost black, intense and scrutinizing.

Then he sighs and straightens. The terse aura dissipates at that, and he says, “The apartment is great, Blue. Thanks for allowing me to kick it here.”

“Always,” you say, grateful that he’s ready to segue past this little blip.

Jungkook leaves you standing in the hallway while he goes to grab the duffels h’d left in the foyer, carrying all four of them with ease into your guest room. Jungkook’s room, now, you remind yourself.

Despite the weird aura, the part of this situation where Jungkook is living in the room isn’t really the odd part. In fact, it makes you almost giddy. Not just to have someone to share your living space with, but Jungkook, of all people.

Hope crests within you. This is going to be good. So good. You get to help him — he who has always, unfailingly been there for you — and get to have him back in your life. It’s a win-win.

(And yet, guilt crawls up the ribs of your throat. It’s a win-win for you. For Jungkook? Doubtful.)

You stand in the doorway to his room and watch as he begins to pull things out of his duffel and unpack, surveying him as you watch the way his biceps flex while he moves about the room, ensuring everything he puts away is carefully folded and properly pristine.

He’s always been a clean freak.

You keep things nice and clean for the most part, but you don’t live and die by cleanliness. Definitely not to the extent Jungkook does.

“Here,” you say, setting the keys to your car down on the still-empty desk. “Feel free to use the Jeep for whatever you need. You can use it for the rest of the day, even.”

Slowing down in his folding of a pair of joggers, Jungkook eyes the keys unsurely. “… Are you sure I can?” He sets the pants down, striding toward you, a knot between his brows.

“Of course,” you assure him. “Now, I’ve got to shower because Joon and Joy are coming over in a few hours, so you’re good, right?”

Jungkook nods, giving you an appreciative look as he comes to a stop in front of you. So close, yet not close enough. “Thank you, Blue. You don’t know how much your help means to me.”

A pleasantness vibrates throughout you.

You wonder if Jungkook remembers all the times he’d taken care of you, in years gone by? In more ways than you can count, in more significant ways than you can express, in more important ways than you could ever repay him.

You certainly remember, even as you try hard not to. Even as you try to bury it all down and forge forward.

But then Jungkook leans forward and hugs you.

It’s quick, barely there, just an awkward, one-armed hug like that of near-strangers, and nothing like the burrowing, lengthy hugs you used to share, but it’s a hug all the same.

A hug from fucking Jeon Jungkook.

Your brain completely on the fritz, you don’t manage to comprehend what’s happening and hug him back in time before he pulls away, giving you one of his sweet, small smiles — more of a ghost of a tug of his lips than a smile, eyes gently twinkling.

“Really, Blue,” he murmurs. “Thank you.”

And, your car keys ensconced in his palm, he walks past you and exits your apartment.

Against your rationally best wishes, you feel yourself deflating slightly in his absence, but you shake that off by reminding yourself that even though Jungkook had left — this time, he’ll be back.

Jungkook had come back. Here’s here now. For the time being.

And, for now, that’s all that matters.

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