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VILLAIN WARRIOR
Chapter 1
BTS Jeon Jungkook x fem! reader
Hero Jungkook x Villain reader
Summary: all you want to know is why your parents were violently killed and why there was no proper investigation done. Odds are against you when a promising hero Is willing to do everything in his power to put you behind bars.
W: 2404
Future warnings: probably angst, emotional damage, commitment issues, trust issues, future smut?, heavy themes and adult language, dark story?
Tell me if I forgot anything, I'll change the warnings in the course of this fic.
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You can feel him before your eyes can even register him, his presence radiating a strong musculine dominance. The hair on the back of your neck stood up in a sudden rush of adrenaline. He tracked you down again.
With an uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach, you realized that he gets better with each new hero raid and slowly, but surely, starts to come at your heels. You didn't have time to play cat and mouse tonight, so you decided to take a tactical retreat without him even knowing.
You can feel your hair standing to attention and you straighten your body to its full heigh, releasing your grip on the male collar laing beaten under your feet. You brushed of your hands and breathed in while the heavy boots behind you were closing in on you.
“Are you stalking me bunny?” You address him while you let your bloody knife disappear into the shadows of your cloak. Tiny stones cracked as they were pushed on the asphalt under his sole, and you knew he had stopped with his unit just a few feet away from you, keeping enough distance in case you decided to attack. You didn't need to look to know it was him, because it was always your cute, muscular bunny.
“Put your hands up so we can see them and turn around slowly!“ He demanded in a firm voice and you did what he asked with a quiet giggle. You were greeted with a pistol barrel aimed between your eyes.
“Tsk, tsk,” you sigh at him as if you were scolding a misbehaving child. “What did I possibly do to receive such a gentle welcoming?“ You raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips when you noticed his frowning face. You have a talent at getting him riled up.
“For starters, you attacked the man behind you, notwithstanding all the other charges raised against you AND you are one of the most wanted criminal.” He answers calmly and nods to his companions, who immediately surround you, making it impossible for you to find a way to escape. If they only knew...
“Don't you know the saying innocent until proven guilty?“ You smile at the man before you who is still holding up his rifle steadily pointing it at you. His coal black hair flowed in small ripples on his forehead, falling into his dark brown eyes. He was dressed in his typical black uniform with protectors on his joints and chest, although he certainly didn't need them thanks to his ability to strengthen his body into graphene. His insurmountable close combat style has earned him a top rank amongst the heroes when he was still a young teenager and you were his first case.
“You look more handsome with your hair up,” you said with a flirting tone. His eyes widened just for the briefest of seconds, not expecting from you to openly flirt with him like this. The oxygen thickened every time the two of you shared a space together and today was no different. There was tension in the air and you couldn't tell if it was sexual or just an escalation between the hero and the villain. Yet you could not deny the irresistible attraction you had to the young hero from the first moment of your encounter; they came at you because of your own carelessness and you knew it. It was months of hard work and years hidden in the shadows that turned to dust overnight...
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You finally found out where Park Li-Su's gang was located and after weeks of trickery, you got in as one of the dancers. As one of the new girls, you were on the first floor, in the public club functioning as a shield, but you knew Su was with his close cronies on the lowest floor underground where only the most desired companions have access to. So when you were offered one of the pole positions in the attic, you immediately jumped at the opportunity.
The space below was divided into 3 sections. When you walk down the stairs leading from the top floor, you get a view from the balcony of the round bar in the middle of the room, which was surrounded by a dance stage. There was always a raised stage a few metres apart, measuring one metre by two for the dancers, with private compartments against the walls. This was a place for the lower members of the geng who had no power and were just an extension of their elder brothers.
The second part was reserved for all the senior members and the third part was all talk until your lovely, drunken clients couldn't see into their mouth and told you everything you needed to know after a few drinks and drugs - most of the time the boss resided in his personal red room where he took with him the most corrupt officials and women who provided physical entertainment. Getting into his personal room of paradise was difficult given the fact that there was only one path to it, lined with bloated bodyguards and selling your body for sex was an option which you refused to acknowledge, and that's when you decided to use your inner ability - a rookie mistake which costed you a lot.
You should have known that in a world where there are select people with superpowers, even a geng boss with no inner strength would have set up protections against violent intrusion caused by inner strength. The moment you passed through the wall separating the corridor from the lust paradise, you set off the alarm and it didn't take long before you were standing in the middle of the room with several guns and knives pointed at your vital organs. You weren't particularly fazed, you were sure you could overpower them the moment one of them let their guard down. In fact, the bigger problem was the latest addition to the bodyguards team, who thoughtlessly called the local police.
Before a hero is officially inducted into the Heroic Legion, he operates as a scholar among the police force. There, they learns the basics they need for their future profession, not to mention how advantageous it is for ordinary people to have someone with supernatural strength and an unbreakable will to protect others at the cost of their own lives at their side. He was there.
You were both in your late teens at the time. At that time he was still just an ordinary young boy who had barely come of age and wanted to spread goodness while you were a slightly older girl dressed as a prostitute who had the police called on you for forcibly entering and assaulting an influential man. He was doing his job, just like you.
The men in black uniforms surrounded you almost immediately after Su, with a warning punch to the man's face accompanied with loud, colorful profanities, instructed the others present men that the police were not to be called without his permission. He didn't have connections in their ranks for nothing.
"Fuck!" Su screamed as he delivered the final blow to the hapless scapegoat. The blood pouring from the broken face soaked into the red carpet beneath the motionless body, and only now did you realize why the carpet was so spotty and why none of the women had screamed at the sudden commotion that followed your arrival. The Red Room was not a metaphor for the orgies held behind closed doors, but an apt name for the torture chamber.
Li-Su knew the police meant trouble, always sticking their noses in everything. And although anyone can eventually be bribed with the right amount of currency, why would he take the risk when he already had his people among the senior cops and sheriffs? Plus as long as none of the peace officers present were corrupt, you had a chance. But even that tiny sliver of hope was taken away the moment one of the officers spoke.
"Mr. Park, good to see you again." Mr. Choi as you read on his nametag, most likely the highest ranking cop among the attendees, extended his right hand to your target. A big, triumphant grin spread across that snake's chubby face as he realized who had come to resolve the situation, and you immediately understood they were old business partners as they exchanged greetings with a friendly gesture.
"Ki-mun! Nice to see you. How is your wife doing?" Bald Li-Su replied, the gold teeth in his wide smile reflecting the overhead lights. The knuckles adorned with large rings on his right hand were scraped and reddened, but the policeman across from him paid no attention to this and politely answered the question, thanking him for asking.
'I have to get out, fast...' You thought to yourself, and your eyes began to scan the room for the best escape route - something you should have done before you walked in. As you jumped from one possible scenario to another while trying to recall the layout of their secret underground lair, your gaze collided with another.
His young pupils were dilated with consternation and confusion. He was told that they were after a dangerous individual who was endangering innocent citizens, yet sitting on the floor in front of him was a girl who had far too much make up on for her age, wearing a bright wig and looking like a doe caught in the claws of predators. It didn't escape his notice that you weren't armed in any way while every man around you was carrying at least two different weapons. His eyes didn't even miss the injured man who was painfully holding his dislocated lower jaw in a corner hidden behind the backs of his colleagues, nor the fact that your hands were perfectly clean. His instincts told him that you were innocent in this and you were the victim, not the chubby Asian guy with a series of tattoos covering the entire left half of his face and probably his body.
So when he noticed you looking around, he deliberately drew the attention of his senior colleagues to himself to give you room to escape. You still, till this day, don't get why he did it, but you took advantage of the sudden opening and ran to the right wall of the room, where you knew the sewer systems were behind. In your mind, you focused on your power and forced the molecules in your body to dissolve into nothingness, and before anyone could recover, you slipped silently through the wall to the other side, revealing to the world you are one of the chosen ones.
A few decades ago, human evolution moved to the next level, or they say. According to some evolutionary theorists, human genes have never changed, they just spread to a larger portion of the population a few years ago than they have so far. Some enthusiasts, theorists and fanatics point to recorded cases of supernatural events that they have begun to attribute to people with genotype X, in other words, people with inner strength. They say that people with supernatural powers were alive long before the general population learned of their existence and accepted this fable as fact.
Once official heads of state worldwide confirmed the existence of a new type of genes that induce supernatural abilities in humans, new laws and studies were put in place. If a child does not manifest the X gene during their first 10 years of life, it is confirmed that they are a "normal human", as there has not been a single case of superpowers manifesting later than age 10. Once a child has awakened their inner strength, which varies by type of X-gene (over 100 different types of X-gene have been recorded so far) their designated guardian is required to report them to the Office of X-Persons. If a child is not reported for any reason during the first year after displaying their force, they automatically fall into the unregistered persons file and are recorded in the system as possible criminals for disobeying the law.
You were unreported by your parents when your power showed, and until tonight, no one knew you were an X-gene person. Today, when the stars in the sky were almost invisible, a new unregistered villain was born, who came to be known as the Vanishing Lady.
Jungkook watched with his peripheral vision as you disappeared in the blink of an eye and only ran after you when his superior angrily ordered him to do so. He was amazed by your speed but what surprised him the most was your inner ability. He had never in his life heard or read of a case where one's power was spontaneously passing through walls. As he focused his amplification on his right arm and waited for the whole thing to turn to hard material, he forcefully punched through the wall you'd walked through as if it had never been there. As soon as his path cleared, he ran after you.
"I'll check the left side, you take the right!" He managed to shout at his colleagues over his shoulder before disappearing into the darkness of the sewer. He didn't know why, but he was sure you'd turned left and not right, and he wanted to be the one to find you. Not only because it would get him a better position in the Legion, but also because he had a lot of questions for you he needed answers to.
Eventually he managed to catch up to you but he was sure you had let him; as he came to a stop, you stood facing him, your breath steady and your gaze level.
"What do you want?" These were your first words meant only for him to hear and despite the harsh words your voice was almost friendly, showing you mean no harm.
"What were you doing there?" His first question was asked, but even before it was, he expected no answer. "You don't have to worry about that, kid." You replied and Jungkook frowned at your use of words.
"You're not that much older than me," he protested, regretting how irritated he sounded - just like a little kid. But your amused smile was endearing to watch and all he could do was replaying the sound of your little giggle in his memories over and over again while he watched as your figure merged into the darkness behind you, only your eyes still glowing until they too, disappered.
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"How do you know I look better with my hair combed up?" The young man in front of you asks before he can change his mind and you smile in amusement. "You should pay more attention to your surroundings. I like watching you." You confess and watch his body tense with shock as he tries to figure out when you were secretly watching him. However, he is not going to admit any weakness in front of you especially when it comes to who is better and so he decided to strike back: "Shouldn't I at least know the name of my stalker?"
The air is knocked out of his lungs when he sees the gentle smile on your lips for the second time after six years.
"Vanishing Lady." You say in a hushed whisper while shortening the distance between you so much that you're away from him at the length of his lowered rifle. "But if you really want to know more about me and my true name, find me yourself without your colleagues backing you up and without any listening devices. Whenever you can find me on your own, I promise to answer one of your questions truthfully. One meeting - one question."
You offer and let one of his colleagues come after you. As soon as the older man touches you in an attempt to roll you to the ground, he flies right through your ghost and onto the cold ground below. Jungkook watches with interest as the image of you before him ripples and slowly dissolves into grey shadows.
"How can I trust the word of a villain?"
"You can't. But who determined that I'm a villain?" Your words resonated in the wind like a final farewell before your face, too, faded into nothingness.
One of Jungkook's older colleagues who has been in the Legion a lot longer will stand next to him: " I thought her ability was walking through walls, not creating delusions."
"I thought so too, Suga-hyung." Jungkook replied absentmindedly, while his mind was already gathering the threads of how to make the best use of your careless offer. He will track you down and get you. For sure.
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To be continued
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AN: I know this episode is very short, but I honestly don't know if there would be any interest in reading a story like this. If so, I will post more episodes over the coming months. I have the story all planned out and I'm honestly quite happy with it, but I don't want to write something that no one will be interested in. Until then, I bid you farewell.
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pairing: hellokittylover!/bimbo!oc x boxer!jk
genre: MATURE, fluff, lowkey angst,
“heaven must have sent you, love”
synopsis: after spending the entire day shopping with your boyfriend, you’re craving mochi donuts and bubble milk tea before going to bed and jungkook, even in his tired state, will do everything to make you happy.
word count: 5.4k
warnings: so much fluff, NO plot, jealous/possessive kook, oc can’t tell when someone flirts with her, tiny silent treatment, oc is kinda dumb, lots of kisses, shower sex, oral [m], oc’s head game is STRONG, head pusher jk, hair pulling, they went shopping for underwear, cussing, aftercare, oc is obsessed with pink/hello kitty, oc is so desperate for his cock and she must get what she wants⛄️(she was virgin before this took place), oc had a vid of her playing, mention of toys, JK is not trying to b obvious but he’s IN LOVE, brief cockwarming at the end, <not proofread>
author’s note: i def did not write this in between my classes😮💨 i just discovered that im mentally unhinged as im editing this in class. I have my priorities straights tho so here you go🥢
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you suppose today was really wonderful.
you two spend almost the whole day at the outlet mall, mostly to shop clothes for yourself. you needed new pairs of undies and Jungkook being the glorious boyfriend he is, helped you shop. not only he paid for all your purchase, he also gives his opinions on certain cloth materials of what the underwear was made of. he wants to make himself useful by helping you out pick out make sure that they’re comfortable to your preference, he goes with you in the fitting room to try them on in front of him.
As you try on clothes for hours and hours in multiple shops, your boyfriend miraculously always finds a chair in the corner of each fitting room that he can rest on. a few hours later, you two arrive back at your place. jungkook initiated to carry all the paper bags you had as the two of you headed from the garage to inside your house.
soon, he began cooking the night’s dinner, which you really enjoy watching because he keeps entertaining you with his skillful talent and his humorous jokes. a quality time like this just makes you fall in love with him even more. you wish and pray that you can spend the rest of this delightful lifetime with him.
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the hands of the clock signifies 11:11, which is usually the time you drift off to sleep. except tonight isn’t a typical night, owing to the fact that your beloved lover is sleeping over at your cozy flat.
although it’s pretty late, you two are cuddled on your not-so-spacious couch, watching a kdrama that was recently released and you still have the clothes you put on this afternoon: a cute pink long sleeve crop top and a pink/black mini skirt. you also can’t forget to add a pair of thick fleece tights since it’s freezing cold outside.
you felt a sudden cravings for something in the midst of the show. you desire for something sweet. and chewy.
“koo..” you murmur, distracting your man from the show on the big screen. he redirects his focus to you as he caresses your hair with his soft, yet rough palms.
“i’m craving donuts”
“want me to go to the convenience store and grab some for you?” he suggests
“no I don’t want that, I want mochi donuts” you cutely demand
“but baby it’s too late” he said, lifting his wrist to look at his gold Rolex watch. “aren’t they close at this time?”
these days, your social feeds are just full of ads, particularly bakery places nearby your place that serve mouth-watering breads, donuts, ice creams, bubble milk tea, and the list goes on. promptly, the phone that’s sitting next to jungkook was taken by you.
“look, there’s one that’s still open till midnight” you replied, showing him the navigation to the bakery shop that’s on your screen. his tired eyes glanced at your phone, then back at you.
“please koo?” you pleaded, climbing on top of him and giving him thousands of kisses all over his face until he’s got enough is the most effective technique to persuade him. how can jungkook say no when you display a behavior like this to get whatever you want? the forever answer is he just can’t.
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You two arrive at the place twenty minutes before they close. Since it’s late at night, you can see through the big windows that there’s not many customers inside the donut shop.
“oh my, we’re finally here” you joyfully babble to yourself out loud which made your driving boyfriend chuckle. while jungkook slows down the car to eyeball a good parking spot, you reach for your pink purse taking out the hello kitty lip oil to apply them on your chapped lips.
Jungkook carefully parked the car on the side of the road. He looked at our surroundings such as the front, back, and the side of his vehicle, making sure everything seems clear before he takes off his seat belt and gets off of the automobile. As usual, Jungkook walks to the other side, gesturing that he will open the car door for me. This man doesn’t ask a lot regarding how things should be in our relationship but the number one rule he established is that you could never open any door when you’re with him.
He quickly unlocked my door with one hand and offered his other hand to assist my body getting out of the car. As you got out, you felt the strong wind blowing your mini skirts, making them move up. but jungkook immediately takes off his zip up fleece oversized jacket to tie it tight around your waist.he ensures that the skirt won’t go up by walking behind you whilst holding your cold hand towards the bakery.
a scent of sweet caramelized brown sugar that you’ve been craving welcomes you as soon as you step into the threshold of the place. Looking around the store, you notice multiple neon pink led lights of donuts are decorated in the walls. the long honey maple stained table against the windows was paired with white barstool chairs. You also did not fail to miss that their white snowed christmas tree is still up, filled with rosy ornaments and pinkish lights around it.
‘this is definitely my new favorite place’ you noted to yourself as you feel cozy inside.
Your boyfriend wasted no time to lead you to the counter, only for you to see the variety of flavor of their delicious mochi donuts displayed on the front top. you can’t help but to drool on the sight, you’re starting to feel satisfaction by just looking at them.
“hello, what can I get for you today?” the tall male server who’s probably around your age friendly greeted. a little too friendly, in jungkook’s opinion but he chose to try to shrug it off. before answering him, I turned to jungkook “what are you getting koo?” asking to know what he wants.
“don’t know. you can order whatever you want for me” he responds as his doe eyes look up to scan the menu on the screen that’s mounted in their polished ceramic walls. Jungkook is on a diet these days therefore he tries his best to restrain eating sweets but he knows that cheat days won’t hurt if it only happens once or twice a month.
turning to face the server once again, you made up your mind on what to order. “hi, can we get two brown sugar milk teas with less ice and can you make one extra sugar please” you gently requested and the server instantly punched the orders in their ipad.
you take another look at the yummy donuts before continuing. “and i would like to get a dozen of the mochi donuts.” you pointed to the biggest bakery box.
jungkook wasn’t even surprised that you’re getting 12 pieces, potentially all for yourself considering you have a sweet tooth, which could be really extreme sometimes. he stands still next to you, amused by how cute you are, getting all excited by all these sweets you’re about to eat as you tell the the guy the flavors you want.
the server hands you two of their fresh brown sugar bubble milk tea & pink box that contains lots of sugar and of course, you happiness. afterwards, he declars the total for all the things you order. you’re about to tap in your debit card that’s covered with hello kitty skin when jungkook’s black card is already approved on the chip card reader.
“you didn’t have to koo” you murmur. your man always insists on paying for everything,
“i want too”
he does things for you not because he’s going to gain something or that he’s expecting some type of return from you. Rather, he does them solely because he loves you and he loves seeing you getting all the things you want.
for the meantime ,you look for a table that you two can sit at, particularly a spot where there’s a cute background since you would like to take some photos.
immediately, your eyes spot the perfect table right next to the huge windows to sit and take pictures in. you swiftly walk over the spot and your boyfriend follows you like a lost puppy.
“kook can you take pictures of me here?” you ask, while unwrapping the thick jacket around your waist and position yourself on the stool chair.
jungkook unlocks the camera on his phone, positions the cellular in your desired angle, and clicks the white button multiple times. he casually looks at the camera screen and looks up to you. when he notices that by the way your sitting is slightly showing your ass, and instantly goes up to you to fix it. you’re confused at first by his sudden action but you soon realize why.
“oops, thank you kookie” you chortle
when he goes back to his previous standing position, he catches the same annoying server maliciously staring at you, in a way that’s very unpleasant to him, which just pisses him off more. nevertheless, he captures photos of your adorable face while attempting to drink your favorite bubble tea for the camera. then, he passes his phone so you can review the images.
‘he’s such a great photographer’you thought. these picture will be posted on your pink themed finsta.
“can we go now?” jungkook harsly rushed. this place is alright, but that fucking server is just making his blood boils. he needs to get you two out of here before he does something not pretty.
you read his sudden unusual behavior and chose not to argue. you really loved this place, but you can understand that your boyfriend is too tired and just wanted to sleep. you’ll definitely come back though.
“wait koo, I'll use their restroom first.” you excuse yourself, feeling the need to change the menstrual pad that you’re wearing, you fear bleeding through jungkook’s leather seats.
you did your business pronto. unexpectedly when you walked out of the restroom, the friendly worker corners you, with something in his hand.
“miss, would you like to have this?” He offers the cute and huge hello kitty boba plushie that is in his grip. your eyes widening as they gaze upon the lovely thing. “I noticed your phone case and I thought this is perfect for you” he shyly adds as he scratches the back of his head, pointing out the pink Hello Kitty case you have.
“sure! how much is it?” you respond with full of energy. this plush will be added to your collection.
“don’t worry about it,here” he extends the plushie towards you, gesturing that you should take it.
you look for some type of unseriousness in his eyes but you found none. he does seem nice. you accept the cute plushie that’s waiting for you to be held, hugging it really tight.
“you’re really cute. do you mind if I get your number?” the man in front of you speaks. “so i can give you more plushies for free of course” he further explains, trying to convince you to give him your digits
but you remember what jungkook once said, and that is never give any other men your number. Although you can’t grasp why he doesn’t want you to do that, you listen to him because you don’t want to get him all sad and mad at you. angry jungkook is the least thing you want to deal with. he turns really cold and you hate not getting affection from him.
“I'm sorry but I can't give you my number. thanks for this though.” you give him a weak smile. you also hate the feeling of rejecting people but you also don’t want to get in trouble.
the friendly expression that the guy has been erased and replaced with a blank expression, as if ‘no’ isn’t the right answer. he snarls before speaking “Is it because of your punk boyfriend? c'mon pretty girl he doesn’t have to kno-“
“who doesn’t have to know what?” a familiar voice cuts off the man you’re facing before you can understand what the previous man just said.
jungkook approaches you, snatching the plushy in your grasp. “where did you get this from?” he sternly asks. he might have known the answer, it’s so obvious from what it looks like, but he needs to make sure before he beats somebody’s ass.
“koo he gav-“ that was enough for jungkook to vigorously slam the plushy back onto that guy’s chest, making the man flinch and slightly back off. “look or talk to my woman one more time and things will get ugly for you” he threatens, giving the guy the most serious stare, the same stare he has when fighting in the boxing ring.
without saying anything, he grabs your hand sternly and you two walk out the store. you still didn’t get why jungkook didn’t want you to have that plushie, it was perfect to add to your collection.
the entire car ride back to your place was awfully quiet. you offer to drive back home when you notice that he’s speeding and seems so tense, but jungkook refuses, telling you that he’s fully capable of driving back with a somber tone.. his tattooed hands aren’t where they’re supposed to be placed, your thigh. but you argue no further, not wanting to make him more angry than he already is.
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hours later, you’re gathering the sleepwear you’ll wear for tonight before hopping in the shower, which is currently occupied by your boyfriend. usually, you two always shower together whenever you’re sleeping at his place and vice versa, but tonight you received no invitation from him since he’s giving you silent treatment for an unknown reason.
despite the fact, you made up your mind to join him as you enter the steamy bathroom, the warm atmosphere welcomes you while you close the door behind you.
your gaze meets jungkook’s tall muscular figure, his tattooed arm up against the white wall, while head is pointing down as the hot water that’s coming from the showerhead runs down his body.
quietly strip down your clothes, you proceed to open the sliding shower door and step inside the shower, closing the distance between you and him.
jungkook faintly flinched as he felt a pair of dainty arms wrapped around his bare torso. he knew exactly who they belonged to, his loved one.
he slightly turns his head, just to see you, hopelessly showing affection towards him in the midst of washing the negative internal thoughts out of his system.
“are you mad at me baby?” you worriedly ask, overthinking that you might have done something that might upset him or maybe he’s too stressed out on his non-stop training schedule since his competitions are coming soon or maybe he can’t handle being with you anymore. lots of maybe but communication is the only way you will know how he feels.
the question of yours sends a sharp pang of guilt in his chest. you completely did nothing wrong. he knows for a fact you can’t say no to anyone who gives you a Hello Kitty plushie. your tiny little head just can’t comprehend that these guys want something in return for giving you things you love to collect. you’re too good for your own.
now he feels like a total idiot, another part of him feels guilty for the sudden shift in his behavior, solely because he's so in love with you that he can’t stand seeing men look at your way.
you did nothing wrong. nothing at all. you’re just so goddamn beautiful that your boyfriend is starting to lose it.
he can’t help but let the possessiveness take over him as soon as he perceives other guys showing their interest in his pretty girl. the woman he desires to keep to himself for the rest of this lifetime, the next one, and for many more
jungkook crowds you up against the cold marble wall just after he turns his buff body to face you. wasting no time, he leaves smooches on your pouty lips and jaw. “didn’t I tell you I'm the only one who can give you hello kitty stuff?” he sensually whispers to your right ear, continuing to give you wet kisses. “hmm?”
“but why?” you pout, resulting in the kisses to come to stop. he looks at you directly in the eyes, “because i’m your boyfriend and that job is solely for me” he simply explains
“but koo it was for free, he was really nice but then he started asking for my number so he could give me more but i didn’t give it to him because you specifically instructed me not to.” you mindlessly babble, explaining your side all in one sentence. simultaneously, you grab the white loofa next to the pink one and apply jungkook’s favorite body wash. it still doesn’t make sense to you. you love collecting hello kitty, but the love you have for the man in front of you is significantly greater.
oh jungkook is really going to lose it. that fucker had the audacity to ask you shit like that right when you’re with him.
“and that’s why I don’t want you talking to them, they want to take advantage of you” he takes a deep breath
“i’m sorry kook” you mutter, attempting to cuddle his naked form.
“i know something was off with that motherfucker” he starts off, “keeps looking at you in a way i don’t appreciate” he finally admits, with his tone hinting a pinch of jealousy. “and that fucking plush- he’s getting on my fucking nerves.”
“all he can do is look koo” you laugh. “Besides, I’m already cuffed by my hot boyfriend. what more can I possibly look for?” your words declaring that your eyes are only fixed to him. there’s no reason to look at other men anyways.
“you’re only mine right?” he just needs to directly hear those words come out of your mouth.
“only yours” you murmur. and that reassured him. for now.
you stand on your tiptoe to kiss his cute nose, from there you smack your lips against his as your smooth palms trace his jawline.
as seconds goes by, the desire to express how much you love him is rapidly growing. you want him. you need him.
you detach your lips against his, just to fixate them on his neck, right on the pretty tiny mole on his skin, your favorite spot. your hand does its own job to explore his sculpted body, finding its way to palm his painful growing erection.
he knows where this is going
your kisses trail from his upper chest to his defined abs; so brawny and delicious. he follows your gesture, finding you on your knees, beneath him, your beautiful face positioned right in front of his hardening cock.
oh this is the one and only circumstance he would kill and die for to be in.
jungkook knows that sly grin expression you wear as you look up with those round doll eyes. purposely, your both arms push against each other to give him a good view of your perky breast squeezed together. with his shaft twitching, can’t help but to utter an uncontrollable moan from seeing you like this.
“can I?” you ask softly, waiting for permission from him as if you’re not in this sinful position at least twice every time you two spend time together. no matter what, you still drool by just staring at his cock as if it’s your favorite lollipop.
he quietly hums and nods his head while nibbling his lip piercings, giving you the green light.
you start off slow, giving his pretty pink tip covered with precum small pecks. smearing the liquid around your lips, pretending it as if it’s one of your lip gloss, making them nice and glossy.
sweet
“i only wanna do this with you” you hungrily voice out in each swift peck while locking your seductive eyes on his.
he brings his fingers towards your jaw, lifting your chin up. “open” he commands, directing you to open your mouth. and so you did, without hesitation. a hot glob of spit falls into your tongue, which turns you on even more. you quickly swallow it and resume with what you’re doing.
he continues to watch you as your swollen lips slowly wrap his thick cock. your mouth is solely made for jungkook as it welcomes him inch by inch. although sucking him becomes a part of your daily routine, you still need to take a sweet time adjusting to his length.
irresistible tears roll down your face as he hits the back of your throat for the first few times, but you’re so determined to make him feel good. you began bobbing your head back and forth as your mouth slowly adjusted to his size.
“hmm, so good baby” he muffles weakly. “j-just like that” almost sounds as if he’s about to cry from the incredible sensation.
you can’t help but to release a quiet whine from hearing him. the steamy bathroom is filled with jungkook's angelic yet sinful groans, along with the sounds that’s being created as you which arouse you even more. he’s got your pussy clenching over nothing.
your bent knees on the cold and wet ground are starting to get tired, but you pay no attention to them. rather, you take him even more, until his tip hits the back of your throat. you continue to do it smoothly, using no hands.
you proceed to shift your attention to untouched balls. your tiny hand softly jerks off his length upward, as a trail of kisses made their way from the underside of his girthy and veiny cock to one of the oval-shaped organs. wet and loud smooches on jungkook’s sensitive skin turn to sloppy sucking. your mouth is so full of him. a mixture of his precum and saliva of yours covers your entire chin, even some of it drops on the ground.
this sequence stirs more moans from jungkook, but this time he gets louder and louder. his slender hands acts at its own and gather your length hair into a ponytail, just so he can manipulate your head, to use you however he pleases
Jungkook pulls your hair back, causing you to lose contact with the sac you were passionately lapping. he leads you mouth back to where it should give its focus to. his throbbing cock. once his dewy dick is shoved in you, he pushes your cock drunk head to take more of him. you obediently follow the flow of the hand guiding your head
“such a good girl” he grunts, throwing his head up in the air, then focusing back on you. “only for me”. your boyfriend is still controlling your head bobbing on his length.
“you’re such a slut for a fucking hello kitty, aren’t you?” jungkook mocks in between deep breaths. “me or that stupid kitty cat? huh?” thrusting his hips into your messy and well-fucked face.
you just moan against him, not even bothering to answer him because you’re too fucked, your tiny little brain is wearing out as you keep bouncing your head up and down. and also it might be because you know for a fact that you could be a slut for hello kitty too sometimes. you’re in no position to protest.
the man above you grips your hair even tighter, demanding you to answer him. “I wanna hear you baby”
“‘mmh you, o-only you koo,” you sob. lots and lots of tears coming out of your eyes. “all I want is you and this cock” you mewl weakly as you desperately lap his precious tip, just like how he loves it.
“that’s it, pretty girl, I'm cummin’” he verbalizes, grasping your head forcibly as slamming his pelvis into your abused mouth. to this point, you feel dizzy and your whole body is worn out. you grip into his beefy thighs as you allow him to utilize you like a slut.
“hmpp f-fuck” he moans loudly, releasing abundant strings of semen into your mouth. he cums so deep inside your throat. not wanting a drop to fall, you gobble up everything as your life depends on them.
after swallowing, you show him your empty mouth, with tongue being out. you can see in his half lidded eyes that he’s proud, giving you a soft smile.
you were about to get up when all of a sudden the dizzy spell hits you real hard, causing you to lose your balance but jungkook catches you before you can even fall.
“hey, you okay? Did I go too hard?” he locks his gaze upon you, hoping that you will lock yours to him too. but you didn’t as you are sobbing and trembling a little bit. jungkook wipes the dries tears on your swollen face with one hand while the other wraps around your waist. he might have gone harder than you can handle.
“baby look at me please? did I hurt you? i'm sor—“
“koo i’m okay” you faintly cut his sentence off. he doesn’t need to be sorry. “just need a few minutes to recover” you explain. jungkook immediately understands that. he gives you minutes of peaceful silence, with that, he takes care of washing your body. gently rubbing the pink loofah in your smooth skin as he hums the song that’s been stuck in your brain for quite a while.
after showering, he helps you slip on your baby pink dainty nightgown. this dress is special. jungkook got it for you when he flew abroad for one of his boxing competitions. one day, he and his team were strolling around the fancy mall when he passed by a cute local lingerie store that you will definitely check out, only if you were with him. of course, he chose to follow what his heart tells him to do, to go inside and find a thing or two to give you as soon as he comes home. to you.
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both yours and jungkook’s bodies are situated on your twin sized bed. in spite of the fact that there’s not much for the two of you and one of you might fall on the ground if another moves a little, it’s not a hurdle as you two embrace each other’s warmth as if there’s no tomorrow. two bodies comfortably embracing one another. tonight, you’re designated to be the tiny spoon
“ggukie..” you murmur, hot breath fanning against his bare chest. “hmm??” jungkook looks down to see what his princess needs.
“want your cock”you weakly pleaded, causing the man to slightly chuckle. you must be out of your mind.
“baby, your body is tired” said by him, shaking his head to show his disapproval. what a silly idea that goes around your mind when your eyes can barely open. you’re really out here doing everything but to sleep. he continues to caress your soft hair.
on a side note, you and jungkook never had penetrative sex before. yes, he eats you out here and there and vice versa. but he never dares to insert himself inside you.
indeed you’re a virgin but it’s not that you never wanted to. matter of fact you’ve made up your mind and are willing to give your virginity to him. jungkook is well aware of that. however, fear of hurting you always troubles him. he’s afraid that you will go through pain, scared that he’ll break you: his fragile pretty girl
“need your cock inside me” you continue to whine. “didn’t I show you a video of me from last week taking the toy you gifted me? you said I did so well” reminding him that one video clip of you masturbating to the pink rose you got from him. how could he forget about that when he uses it to get off every single night? with full on volume too, all ears concentrate on your high pitched moans, giving him more than the satisfaction he craves. the thoughts of that makes the lust that nearly vanishes inside him linger, you just never fail to get him arouse even before going to sleep.
however, jungkook is still in his right mind. “that’s different,” he argues. it’s valid to doubt that he’ll fit.
“ok then just put it in me then we can sleep?” you beg, attempting to compromise. “just wanna feel you close while I sleep. can you imagine how much I missed you?” you’ve come to an extent to use the guilt trip tool to convince him.
he understands the emotion you’re trying to make him feel as he looks into your bambi doe eyes. looking so innocent yet begging for his cock. evoking his guilt to get what you want. jungkook recognizes you in and out, you won’t take no for an answer. also it’s not like he’s not dying to do it, as if he doesn’t fantasize about it when you sleep over at his penthouse. the amount of self control he has..
you have him on a chokehold. jungkook doesn’t say anything, rather he gently lifts up the arm which your head is laying on and slightly gets up to open the pink mini cabinet on top of your nightstand, taking out a sky blue container.
“here, apply it”, throwing the lube bottle on your lap.
you’re stunned, heart excitedly does jumping jacks inside your chest. next time it will be you doing jumping jacks on his di-
“cmon cutie I don’t have all night” he blurts, interrupting your thoughts. you never get up so fast in your nineteen years of living. he goes straight back to his original position, laid on his back. he may act chill,but he’s internally pleased and aroused.
as you go down on him (again), your two hands get a grip of the band of his black boxer and pull it down, his semi-hard cock immediately springs out. you can’t help but to give it a tiny peck before giving it a few strokes as you point it towards your lips
you open the bottle up with a pop, squirting out enough lube on your fingers before gently spreading it on his tip. he hisses as he feels the cold liquid substance being applied to him. you trace the sides of his length, ensuring the reduction of friction.
he grabs your arm, guiding your body to lay down sideways next to him. a tattooed veiny arm from behind snakes around your torso, clasping your upper body.
“ready?” he whispers, as he nibbles your ear. jungkook earns longingly nods from you, and for a split moment he spreads some liquid using his lubricated tip around your private area before slowly inserting it in. you discern the penetrating sensation in your core, which makes you purr.
he continues to penetrate inside you furthermore, causing you to close your eyes and tighten your clasp on his arms as you bear with the ache. he fully aware of how you’re feeling as he’s also having a hard time moving in.
“bare with me baby” tensely reassuring you. “so t-tight, fuck.” his other arm makes its journey below your nightgown, traveling its way to your perky breast, delicately squeezing one of them. jungkook does the same and gives the attention to the other one. simultanously, he plants a few smooches on the skin behind your ear, attemping to distract you from the pain. you quietly release moans and groans as he continues. he’s inches in when he feels your wall clenching around him.
your tight pussy becomes jungkook’s personal paradise. it’s the way your walls are clenching around him is better than he imagined; unmatched from all the fantasy he creates in his mind about you.
“koo.. “ your fingers tracing the veins on the back of his palm.
“what? my baby can’t handle it? tell me and I’ll stop” he softly asks. a tear just drops from you leg but you’re too tired to even react.
“n-no just stay inside, i’m sleepy” and with that, you instantly drift to sleep.
he hums, a hand that was busy playing on your chest shifts to caress your hair. jungkook lays one last kiss at your temple.
“goodnight to you too my pretty girl, love you so much”
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Hey! I saw that your requests are open so I wanted to request a smut one-shot about virgin!jk cumming too fast and being shy/embarrassed about it. Also if you can include a part where OC is stroking him with lube. Thanks in advance ☺️
Omg babe absolutely
(sorry it's taken me so long, I hope the wait was worth it!)
My Turn - jjk
Genre: Established Relationship, Smut, Virgin!Koo, Fluff if you squint
Warnings: Grinding, handjobs, cum play (?), Jungkook is absolutely desperate, he's also a boob guy.
Word count: 1.2k
Jungkook let out a light breathy moan from under you, his hands all over you, pulling you further into him as his tongue desperately explored every corner of your mouth. You sat straddling his lap, his hard erection apparent within the confines of his baggy sweats as he bucked his hips up into you. You giggled against his lips, pushing against his chest lightly to break away from the kiss.
“Jungkookie, wait a second,” Jungkook definitely didn’t want to stop kissing you, but tried his best not to look disappointed as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Is this going too fast? I don’t want to rush you into anything-”
“No, this is definitely not too fast, I’m very comfortable with the speed of things,” he started shaking his head almost as soon as you started speaking. Jungkook had been in love with you since you were in middle school; so now that he’s finally been able to get his hands on you, he really doesn’t want to let go.
You had always tried to stop thing’s before getting too far, knowing he was a virgin and wanting to make sure everything would be perfect and that he would be ready before anything happened; although he didn’t really want to wait for the ‘perfect moment’ - he’d been waiting long enough.
His hand found the back of your head and pulled your lips back down to his. You smiled into the kiss as his other hand made it’s way between the two of you, his middle finger rubbing down the slit of your clothed pussy at almost too perfect of an angle.
You pushed against his chest again, pulling away from him as your hand moved his from you, not wanting to get too excited and take advantage of the situation (even though in all honesty, that’s exactly what he wanted you to do).
“Wait, Jungkook, why don’t we start a little slower,” He furrowed his brow again with his head cocked slightly to the side as he looked up at you, wondering what you meant. “How about I make you feel good,” You moved your hand down, slowly rubbing up and down his deliciously long cock. He bucked his hips up into your hands, biting his lip to suppress a moan from the sudden friction. “Before we go any further?”
At this point in time, with your hand down his pants touching his bare dick for the first time as his hands griped onto your hips probably a little harder than he should’ve, he really couldn’t fully comprehend what you were saying; but he knew he’d be an idiot to not agree with whatever you wanted to do to him.
“Y-yes please – fuck,” He nodded quickly, your grip tightening lightly causing his eyes to roll back into his head. You smiled, leaning down to peck his lips before you scooted down, helping Jungkook out of his pants and underwear, his hard dick slapping his bare stomach. You slid back up him, straddling his thick muscular thighs as you took in just how big he was.
You caressed his sides gently, before you went to move your right hand down to touch him again, but he stopped you; his hand grabbing your wrist before you could move any closer to his throbbing erection. Sensing your anxiety about making him uncomfortable, he quickly tried to reassure you. “I-it’s not that I don’t want you to, I mean believe me, there’s nothing I want more than for you to touch me, I just kind of feel like I’m a lot more naked than you, and not that there’s anything wrong with that–”
“Jungkook,” You interrupted him, knowing that if you didn’t, his ramblings wouldn’t stop.
“Yes?” His voice much smaller now as his big eyes looked into yours, switching back and forth between the two.
“Do you want me to take my shirt off?” He very quickly nodded at your question. You smiled, your cheeks beginning to heat up as you hooked your hands under the hem of your hoodie. You pulled it up and over your head, discarding it to the side as Jungkook got more than he bargained for when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra.
You leaned back down to kiss him, lips entertaining his as you reached over to your bedside table to grab the lube you had in your drawer. You sat back up and you squeezed out some of the lube into the palm of your hand, letting your hand warm it up for a second while you closed the lid and put it back on your nightstand. “Are you ready, Koo?” He nodded, biting his lip as he looked between the hand that was now right next to his dick.
You slowly pumped his length, making sure to coat him entirely with the lube. Jungkook shuttered almost as soon as you touched him; one of his hands grabbing your leg while he stuffed his other fist in his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds he desperately wanted to make. You began pumping him softly, focusing most of your attention on his throbbing head as your other hand rested on his washboard abs, rubbing up and down the smooth ridges.
“Ah, fuck, Y/n–” He moans from under you, the hand in his mouth now gripped onto the hand on his stomach, biting his lip so hard he almost drew blood. “Y/n, I think I’m gonna – oh fuck,” he moaned out as sticky white cum shot out of the end of his dick and onto his stomach. His grip on you tightened as you made sure to help him ride out his orgasm, pumping him slowly until his hand came down to stop you, the overstimulation becoming too much for him.
“Shit, Y/n,” He spoke breathlessly as he watched you reach to your bedside table again, reaching for wet wipes and effectively covering your tits in his cum as you bent over to be able to reach them. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d cum so fast,” You shook your head, putting the wipes down beside you as you leaned down, laying on top of him as you kissed him softly.
“It’s okay, Koo. I don’t mind as long as you liked it,” You kissed again, a little deeper than last time as Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, fingers tracing gently down the length of your spine.
“I definitely liked it, so don’t worry.” You both smiled and pecked each other’s lips once more, before you sat up again, grabbing the wipes and began cleaning off Jungkook, discarding them in the trash next to your bed.
As you cleaned yourself up, Jungkook couldn’t help but start to get hard again at the sight of you wiping his cum off your tits. You threw the final wet wipe away as were about to get up to retrieve your clothing, when Jungkook sat up, wrapped his arms around you and flipped you onto your back so that he was on top of you, lips attacking your neck and moving down as his hands pulled down your shorts and panties.
His fingers brushed down the length of your thighs before your clothes were removed, both of you tangled up in your bed completely naked.
His lips moved back up to your neck, and then your ear, a low whisper leaving his swollen lips as his fingers found you swollen clit.
“My turn.”
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I'll be randomly posting one-shots whenever I come up with any ideas. Mainly, they'll be about Jungkook and San (Ateez), but if you have any requests as well, please don't doubt on sending them my way!
🔥smut
🌶suggestive
💕fluff
Jungkook
Is it the water or is it me? 🔥
A friend's help (Part 1) 🔥
A friend's help (Part 2) 🔥
Driving lesson 💕
Disturbs on the 3rd floor 🌶
Disturbs on the 3rd floor (Part 2) 🔥
RED 🔥
You're the Only One 🔥
A little blessing 🔥💕
Temptation 🔥
Did I say I love you? | Bf experience 🔥💕
San
I hate how bad I want you (Part 1) 🌶
I hate how bad I want you (Part 2) 🔥
Kalla 🔥
I hate how bad I want you (Part 3) 🔥
Soundleasure 🔥
I hate how bad I want you (Part 4) 🔥
Twisted 🔥
Wander through my body | Bf experience 🔥💕
Better than Fiction | Bf experience 🔥
Through the storm | Bf experience 💕
Bittersweet | Bf experience 🔥
#masterlist#ff#jungkook#jeon jungkook#jungkookxreader#jk#bts#kookie#smut#jungkook smut#one shot#ateez#choi san#sanxreader#armpirate#fluff#jungkook fluff#choi san smut#choi san fluff
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REIGN OF TERROR
chapter eight
You were born for him, he just knows it and you’re the only one who can cure him.
Genre: Yandere!Vampire Jungkook x Reader - a 10 chapter series inspired by Tangled and Beauty and the Beast
Warnings: yandere behavior, suicidal attempts and talks, violence, eventual smut, DEATH, reader is not mentally stable, slight cursing, misogyny
Taglist: @silversparkles11 @mwitsmejk @outro-kook @bishuthot @kooliv @syunchl @lauritakamaki @ash07128 @darkuni23 @era-genius @doublebunv @etsuko-99 @bbl32 @hoseoks7swrld @sweetbtsfoever @bxbyyyjocelyn @crazy-eight17 @mageprincess7 @devilsbooksworld @breadgeniedope @cara-18 @yourtmblrgirlfriend @sleepy-time-dreamy @angelarin @faerikitty @iloverubberduckiez-blog
word count: 5.3k
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The television played her favorite show and the curtains were bright and sunny but none had her attention. She was anxious, sort of scared, she had confidence in him, she really did.
She wondered if something went wrong. She waited for Jungkook to walk through the door happily and hug her saying that he was victorious.
Jungkook was strong, she had heard the stories. If he won today she knew nobody will be able to stop him. He would likely live his long vampire life ending all his enemies.
The thought of it strangely frighten her. She didn't want him to win for the power, she wanted him to win so he could share his happiness with her.
If he lost everything would likely stay the same since he currently wasn’t king, but the chance of him loosing is low.
For a second she imagined him losing. If she really thought about it he would hate to lose. It would kill his confidence. He would no longer be arrogant, he would likely fall into a deep depression. Everyday he would wish he was better, stronger, and smarter.
He would finally know his place. He wouldn't control her anymore. She liked the thought for a second.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the door open. "Jungkook!" She exclaimed.
But it wasn't Jungkook. It was her servant Alana who usually lightly knocked before opening the door. Nevertheless, Y/n was excited to see her.
"Lani, there you are! You're early today. Did the fight already end? I need to see Jungkook." She rambled.
Alana gazed at her with a weird look Y/n regconized. It was the way Jungkook looked at her sometimes. "I- I just- Yes, the fight has ended."
Y/n looked at Alana in confusion, she could tell something was bothering her but also something had liberated her. "Where is he?" She asked once again.
Alana gave Y/n a forced smile and put her hands on Y/n's shoulder. "I'll explain everything m'lady. I'll have a guard bring you outside to meet me."
"You are aware that I can't go outside. Jungkook he wouldn't-"
"Enough about him!" Alana raised her voiced. Y/n stepped back in shock. "Just trust me."
For the first time Y/n didn't trust her. Nevertheless, she simply nodded her head.
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Taehyung silently thanked a higher being that they were in a secured abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods. Jungkook let out loud groans of pain as Taehyung struggled to operate him.
"If we're going to accomplish anything here you have to stop moving!" Taehyung scolded him.
"That bitch! I need to kill her. She can't take Y/n from me! I deserve her. She loves me!" Jungkook screamed in a hoarse voice.
"And you can't do nothing right now if you won't calm down! She used some rare potion on you I've never seen before. You are healing extremely slow. It's going to scar."
"The Middlemist Red. It's a rare flower that is Y/n's only weakness. I drunk her blood which is why it's hurting me." Jungkook explained.
Taehyung sighed. "In that case you need human blood to flush out the poison." He put his hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "I'll get you some, just rest." He said sensing his friend's weakness.
Taehyung never really had a problem drinking human blood. He enjoyed it actually. But he always drunk only what he needed. It was his friends Yoongi and Jungkook who would drink an excess of it. It was said the more you drink, the stronger you would become.
Of course, it always have it's downsides. You could become drunk with blood and Yoongi and Jungkook was always drunk. It made them ruthless, immature and untameable.
He was always the calm one of the three. He was always the one to clean up the mess. He just hope now that Jungkook wouldn't return to his old ways and drink too much blood.
As Taehyung prepared to leave he heard rustling in the bushes. Fearing very little he made his way outside to detect the noise, but his nose detected it before his hearing.
"Jimin." He mumbled. As soon as he said his name Jimin vampsped in front of him.
"How did you find us?" Taehyung quickly asked.
"Are you forgetting we met here when I brought you Y/n to give to Jungkook?" Jimin reminded him making his way towards the cabin door.
Taehyung's stronger hand stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?" He said in a deep, threatening voice.
"To check on him. If you haven't noticed things aren't going well in this world and we need him alive." Jimin hissed.
"Jungkook's own servant and brother betrayed him today. I need your loyalty." Taehyung demanded.
"And you have it. Do you know what Alana is doing right now?" Jimin asked. Taehyung looked at him dumbfounded. "She has a vampire army waiting outside the castle to attack the humans."
Taehyung scoffed. "Is not that not exactly what Jungkook planned? Why would you be against it now?"
"The love of my life is there, Taehyung. Jungkook and Miriam had an agreement that he would only kill the guilty and then peace will occur. None of us want a war." Jimin explained. Taehyung could see in his eyes that he was worried for Miriam.
"Fine. I'm sorry for the interrogation. Watch and make sure he doesn't move until I come back."
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Alana smiled from her carriage as she watched her guards bring Y/n to her. She thought it was cute as Y/n stared around curiously at the people bowed down to her.
She didn't plan to fall in love with Y/n. But once it happen she couldn't resist it, her beauty, her curiosity and her kindness. She was special.
At first, she thought it was nice that Jungkook brought you here, that he saved her. But when she saw she were actually a prisoner, that he lied, that he hurt her. She couldn't stand back and watch.
Everyone deserves a choice, even if the choice might hurt them.
"What is all this?" Y/n asked her.
Alana gave her a big smile. "Come in the carriage. I know it's pretty old and humans have cars these days but it's a tradition for vampire war time." She nervously rambled.
"War time? We're in war?” Y/n asked not moving.
"I'll explain everything just come in."
Y/n listened and made her way into the carriage that was tinted and private. She looked at Alana as she awaited for her to speak.
Alana was terribly nervous. "Y/n, I am the Queen of all vampires now, and soon all beings."
Y/n's face folded in confusion. "Queen? Has Jungkook chosen you as his Queen? Are you guys-"
"No!" Alana quickly interrupted in disgust. "Y/n I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but I defeated him in battle for the kingship. I'm not sure but I believe he- I believe he is dead."
Y/n blinked her eyes in shock. She didn't know what to feel. Was this some joke?
Surprisingly, she didn't feel much remorse for Jungkook. She tried to search for some indication that she was sad. But in reality she felt relieved.
Jungkook scared her, stressed her out even. He was confusing.
But now she felt an underwhelmed. If Jungkook is gone who will love her?
"Oh." Y/n mumbled looking down at her lap. "Why did you fight against him? Y-You were on Jin side this whole time?" She asked disappointment laced in her voice.
"I'll tell you everything m'lady." She said as she held Y/n's chin towards her. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at her touch. She wasn't use to Alana being so close to her. Seeing her discomfort she quickly let go of her chin.
"About six centuries ago my Grandmother and Grandfather was King and Queen of all Vampires. My grandfather had a servant who was a Jeon. Seeing his loyalty and devotion, Jeon and my grandfather became best friends. But the vampires were forming an rebellion against my grandfather. One by one people started to betray him. People didn't approve of his treatment to humans, since they were slaves to the vampire.
But he always trusted Jeon more than anyone. Jeon just didn't betray my grandfather. He killed him and my grandmother and declared himself as King.
But my grandparents' child saw him do it. When he saw the small child he didn't have the heart to kill him. Instead he made him a servant, ironic right? They erased this story from the history books, along with my family name. And that is how the Min line went from royalty to peasants.
Before the Jeons stole the rulership humans were slaves. For awhile , the Jeons somehow still let humans live normally, just killing the ones they wanted blood from. Jungkook's mom was the nicest to those creatures and that's when my family knew we had to take over again.
We remained civil because we thought Jungkook would bring back human slavery and he was close, but yet he failed." Alana scoffed.
The way she spoke told Y/n everything she needed to know. Alana spoke with hostility everytime she mentioned the name Jeon. She was used to Alana being calm most of the time, yet telling her story brought out an angry feeling of injustice to her.
"You said Min line. Yoongi was a Min wasn't he?" Y/n hesitantly asked.
Alana quickly looked away. "Yes he was my cousin. We planned to take over together. Hence the reason he attacked me that night at the library. I am thankful that you killed him m'lady. I wanted the kingship to myself and I knew eventually he would betray me." Alana admitted.
Y/n quickly scooted away from Alana in disbelief. "So you lied to me. You two insinuated you were former lovers. You used me. You told me I could trust you Alana. How could you use me for your own personal agenda? I thought you were my friend." Y/n cried, betrayed at her friend's action.
Alana shook her head profusely as she watched her friends visibly shake. Y/n knew that Jungkook had bad intentions but she would have never thought Alana would do this.
"No no no m'lady. I couldn't tell you the truth because at the time Jungkook would kill me. I was weak before I met you. Jungkook he has manipulated you! He's the one whose using you! I only wanted to free you! I drunk your blood so I can free you m'lady. I never lied to you." She rambled grabbing Y/n's arm hoping she believed.
"I've should've known. I saw your picture on Jungkook's ceiling. You grew up with him and Yoongi. You told me you were turned into a vampire when you're a purebred. Why lie about such a thing?" Y/n yelled in disbelief pushing Alana's hand off her body.
"I am a purebred younger than Yoongi and Jungkook but I stopped aging at 18, most vampires stop aging later. Because of that many people already considered me defected. I needed you to think I was weak and helpless for when the time came you would give me your blood." She revealed.
Y/n started to panic as her breath seemed to leave her body. "I don't want to be here with you. I want Jungkook back. Why would you do this to me?"
"M'lady." She said grabbing Y/n's hand. Y/n looked at her with disgust. But Alana had already won today so she was confident. "I love you. Not in the selfish way Jungkook love you but in the way that I can't sleep at night unless I know you're okay. I want to be gentle to you, I want to wake up beside you every day, I want to spoil you." She admitted tears coming out her eyes.
Y/n's mouth dropped. She brought her face closer to Alana's. "You think you're better than him? You two are the same. Willing to lie and use me for power." She whispered with and harshly pushed Alana way.
"You don't feel the same way about me." Alana asked blinking tears out her eyes.
"I don't know what love is Alana." She said in a calm but cold voice.
The air grew thin as the small carriage was silent. Only sound heard was the horses strong legs pushing against the ground.
Alana cleared her throat. "I brought you here because we are going to enslave the humans once and for all, starting with the castle. Y/n I know you hate me but you are strong. I don't want you to hide your power, I-I want you to use it." She proposed.
Y/n stared out the tinted window. "Can't anyone see? I don't care about war or politics. I just want to wake up one day and think I'm more than a weapon or a toy to everyone." She murmured.
Alana wanted to scream that she never thought of Y/n as such. That she was not like Jungkook. But she knew it wouldn't help.
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Jimin and Taehyung watched as Jungkook sucked a random man's blood. It was no secret they were quite irritated with him.
"Mmm, forgot the taste of human blood." He moaned with blood dripping down his lips. He pushed the guy away from him. "Do you two want any?"
Taehyung rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No thank you master." Jimin answered more politely than Taehyung.
"You didn't drain the victim dry? Progress." Taehyung said sarcastically.
"I said I forgot the taste, not crave it. My Y/n's blood is the only blood i crave." Jungkook acknowledged wiping the blood with his sleeve.
"Now, it's time to get my angel back into my arms and kill the bitch that took her from me." He exclaimed with a new found energy.
"Are you kidding Jungkook? You still haven't got all your power back. Alana beat you at your full potential, she will kill you in seconds." Taehyung reminded him in an annoyed tone.
"That's because she drunk from Y/n. In fact, she couldn't even beat me sword to sword. She used the flower on me. But what do you expect from a woman." Jungkook laughed.
Taehyung bit his lip as he was thinking. "Alana was able to have the flower on her skin. I saw it when she put her sword on her thigh. I didn't think much of it but she must be immune." He realized.
"I bet she has a lot of secrets. I thought I could trust her since she was Yoongi's cousin." Jungkook sighed. He snapped his fingers as he made a new discovery. "That book Y/n had! I didn't even think to see who she got it from. I was too mad that she lied to me. Alana must of gave it to her. She must have known about Y/n's species and weakness for a long time."
Taehyung scoffed. "Can you not see? It's a repeated pattern Jungkook. Admit it! Alana outsmarted you because you were too busy having fun with your pet and being a selfish, overconfident bastard." Taehyung shouted at Jungkook.
"Watch your tone Taehyung." Jungkook seethed. "I'll admit it okay! I underestimated Alana. But now is not the time to hate me. Alana has an army right now with orders to enslave humans. I personally don't care about the enslavement of humans but I made a deal with you Jimin." He looked over to Jimin. "I intend to be a better king and keep my alliances. Love me or hate me, you need me if you want to stop her." He smirked.
"You can't do it alone. We must not underestimate her again." Taehyung sighed.
"And we won't. How would you like to be the new third member of the ruthless three Jimin?" Jungkook asked the boy with a mischievous grin.
Jimin smiled. "Oh it will be an honor."
Jimin knew very well that Jungkook wasn't the best king. He was the most legendary and perhaps powerful one but he had alot of flaws. Like everyone in the vampire kingdom, he was raised to respect and serve whose in lead regardless.
He hoped Jungkook stays true to his deal but he also know that he only truly cared about Miriam. All he wanted was her safe.
"Great." He mumbled. "Now for you." Jungkook drawled looking at the weak human man who could barely stand.
Putting his hands on his shoulder he looked at the man in his eyes. "Thank you for your service." Jungkook's fangs hissed at him before taking a big bite from his neck killing him.
"Seriously!" Taehyung yelled. "You could have compelled him to go home."
"Yeah you're right. But unfortunately we have a war to end."
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It took over a day for the carriage to arrive at the Chancellor's House. Those hours were quiet for Alana and Y/n, but surprisingly not the uncomfortable silence.
Y/n stared at the window most of the day enjoying the scenery. It was like a movie to her. While Alana discussed plans with different generals in her army.
Alana hopped out of the carriage with her army all around her waiting for orders. It was erie that no humans were seen on sight.
Alana knew very well that the Chancellor's house was the busiest and most populated place on Earth for humans. It was no way it was this quiet unless they had a heads up.
To be fair, they did drive on a carriage. Despite having a lack of food and basic needs, humans had the technology. It was no doubt they had cameras, or prehaps trackers, that forseen this moment.
Most vampires didn't use advanced technology. The turned ones had no problem using it since they were already accustomed. But the most an average vampire would have is a washing machine. Some had phones or old television but most didn't trust anything created by a human.
Y/n followed Alana out the carriage. Alana gave her a smile, happy that she followed her. Reaching out her holster she pulled out a small knife. "I know it's not much but take it. Just in case you need it." She insisted.
"No thank you." She mumbled. Alana eyes lingered on Y/n seeing that she was still mad. Nevertheless, she put the knife in Y/n’s hand.
She took a huge sigh before looking at her army. "You will not attack until I order." She yelled in an authoritative voice.
Everyone's eyes drew attention as heels clacked down the staircase.
Her face was confident, in fact amused at the scene before her. "Y/n, proper grooming and suitable clothing fits you well." She jeered.
Y/n ignored her remark as she tried to stay calm. Being back here at the Chancellor's House brought out disturbing feelings for her. She couldn't believe she stayed in the basement of this huge building for 20 years. She couldn't believe that these people all knew and allowed it.
She hated all of them and she wanted nothing more than revenge. It's not liked she cared about human and vampire affairs, she just couldn't stand the fact the people who did this to her are content, well and free.
Scarlett eyed Alana like she was looking at a strange object. "Hm. I've never seen you before. A child in armor, I was expecting Jungkook." She said in a disappointed voice.
Alana took a couple steps forward to show she was in charge. "Jungkook is no longer in control of our race, I am. I am the one who will brutally capture your people if you do not surrender. The time of human freedom is over. Your people was meant to only be a drink for us, not disobedient and intolerant creatures. The Jeon line showed you mercy, I will not." Alana boomed.
Scarlett snickered, unimpressed at Alana's presence. "I will admit you must be smart and strong to take down the mighty Jungkook but you are also young and inexperienced. Chancellor Namjoon is righteous and deserving , he will always lead his people into salvation. Our freedom is because of his braveness."
Alana scoffed. "Do you think I and others not know who you are? You use to be a hero; the girl who warned Jungkook about his sickness. But after that you became a joke. You betrayed your own people just to be with the humans. Join us and be on the right side for once Scarlett." Alana stormed.
"Why do vampires think they are so harmful with their abnormal fangs, compulsion and superspeed? Do you not think humans haven't matched the power in technology yet?" Scarlett chuckled before waving her hand.
Suddenly a loud sounded boomed and smoke filled the air. Y/n reflexively turned around as she saw some vampires burning in fire from the bomb. Ashes on the once green grass.
Alana looked over to Y/n to see if she was harmed. Seeing that she wasn't she went on to give her orders. "Attack." She screamed as the remaining of he people let out a war cry and ran in the castle.
Everything around her was dark from the remaining smoke coming from the bombs but the only light she saw was dark red eyes staring at her.
"Oh Y/n. You ran away and suddenly Jungkook is gone. It's almost like you did the job for us. Now that you proven you are the child of death, i think you are no longer needed." Scarlett laughed.
"Are you forgetting I can't be killed?” Y/n reminded her.
"Perhaps we should freeze you like your savior for our people can see you are no threat, just a blood bank and a weapon in war." She shouted.
Y/n watched as her eyes as they vamp-sped in circles around Y/n. It was a form of intimidation before an attack. She quickly got out the knife holding it tightly in her hand preparing for Scarlett attack.
Scarlett finally appeared in front of her and hissed out her fangs. Y/n used this opportunity to stab her with the knife in her heart.
"Hm. Nice move. Would've did some damage if it was a wooden knife." Scarlett snickered. She removed the knife from her body like it was a piece of lint and tossed it to the side.
In seconds, she speeded Y/n away from the scene and into an empty room.
Alana finally seeing the scene speeded towards the direction of the two girls, entering the room.
"Y/n!" She yelled in desperation. Y/n grunted as Scarlett pushed her to the ground.
Scarlett paid no attention, keeping her eyes on Alana. Her heels clicked as she walked around the room. "You see our people don't really need to die. All it takes is a discussion, or fight between the leaders of both to really save the both of our people."
"Then where is Chancellor Namjoon. Is he not the leader of all humans?" Alana spit back.
"Yes, but we both know women are more sensible than men. It's the men who get their strength from fighting, women like us are strong because we know how to think. Now tell me, why enslave the humans when you already mercilessly steal their blood?" Scarlett asked crossing her arms.
"Humans have been fighting back and running. Vampires only have enough blood in our system to survive. We want more. And your people just won't give up." Alana answered.
Scarlett scoffed. "And humans only have enough food to survive. But yet were still alive just like the vampires. So take your people and leave because you do not want to fight me. I can foretell some events of the future and I see you walking away.”
"You must not know me well." Alana grinned before speeding towards Scarlett. In seconds Scarlett threw Alana against the wall.
Alana immediately got up and the two women began fighting. It was unguessable who had the advantage as one second Scarlett would be on the floor and the next Alana would be in pain.
Y/n felt useless watching them fight. Now would be the perfect opportunity to run. She could leave right now, nobody will catch her since everyone was fighting. She could have the free life she always dreamed of.
But she didn't want to leave Alana. She don't think she could live without knowing if she won or not. She wouldn't describe this feeling as love but she cared.
Alana had Scarlett in a chokehold. "Ignoring all that human blood have made you weak. You can pretend all you want, you will always be a bloodthirsty creature like us." Alana seethed.
With a huge push Scarlett banged Alana head to the floor and released herself from the hold. Alana charged at her again but she threw her small body to the wall. "Stupid girl. I have Y/n's blood in my veins. I don't crave human blood like a vampire." Scarlett revealed.
Alana looked at Y/n for an explanation but Y/n herself was confused. She froze for a second as she furrowed her eyebrows. "I never gave you any of my blood." Y/n argued.
Scarlett only smirked, not saying anything waiting for Y/n to figure out on her own. "The blood tests Hobi gave me. You were never testing it. You used it for yourself." Y/n realized.
"Bingo! Now, all those years consuming her blood. How stupid you are thinking you can defeat me? I won't lie I was expecting Jungkook so I can easily kill the man, but you will do." Scarlett said.
Y/n looked at Alana who had little strength. It was no way she could beat Scarlett. She felt hopeless for her. She didn't want to watch her die.
"Enough!" A loud voiced echoed through the room. All eyes was on Namjoon as he glared at Scarlett.
"Namjoon, if I beat her the vampires will lose. This war is inevitable. Everything will be back to normal. You will have Y/n captured again and be Chancellor." She explained desperation written all on her face and voice.
Namjoon eyes were teary as he shook his head. "Look what all this have turned you into. She is an innocent girl. We won't break our morals for salvation anymore!" He yelled at her.
Scarlett said no words as she stared at Alana like a cat to a mouse. Namjoon seeing this looked back at the two girls. "Go, both of you."
Y/n ran to help Alana up. Alana wrapped her arm around her shoulder for support as the two of them got out the room the fastest they could.
Y/n was leading the two of them to the carriage but Alana halted. "We can't leave Y/n. I would look weak if I left my people at a battle I started."
Y/n ignored her but soon tripped over an object making both of then fall. Seeing what it was she shrieked and quickly stood up. It was then she saw that the whole hallway was full of dead bodies. Some human and some vampires.
"We have to go." Alana reminded her.
Y/n breath became shaky as she looked at the body. She slowly shook her head. "He's here I can feel it. This was his doing." Y/n started. "Examine the bodies. The puncture is all on the same place of the neck. The Omohyoid is his favorite place to bite, he bit me there." She further explained.
Alana looked at the bodies, confirming Y/n's theory. She believed her, she would always believe her. Alana mouth slightly opened when she realized one of the bodies were moving
"M'lady look!" She shouted. The two of them quickly went over to the body. "I-It's my general." Alana said in a low voice of sadness.
"My Queen." He said in a hoarse voice.
Alana shook her head in disbelief, she knew he was dying. "I-I'll avenge you." She grumbled.
"N-No no no. You m-must leave. Our people are joining Jungkook. They are killing the ones loyal to you." He wailed in a low voice. Alana quickly nodded even though the truth hurt.
It hurt her to see her own people dying. Alana has always loved her people, she would do anything for them. She grew up not having any sympathy for humans. But Y/n was different she wasn't human. Y/n felt like the only means of peace to her. She wasn't as light and innocent as the day but she also wasn't as dark and petrifying as the night.
The only people of her own kind she hated was Jungkook. When Jungkook seem like he was on the right path she admired him for a moment and was willing to put her hate aside. But like always in her eyes, he failed.
"H-He's back w-worst than ever." The man sputtered before his head dropped down and his eyes became frozen as ice and died.
The air felt heavy as they both sat in silence. Y/n was the first to break the ice. "Alana if you stay he will kill you. You have to leave." Y/n said still staring at the body.
Alana let out a low scoff. "Of course you want me to leave." She let out a soft sniffle which made Y/n look at her. She was crying. "You love him. I saw how your eyes lit up when you found out Jungkook was alive." She accused.
"He saved me from this exact building we're sitting in. I can't help to feel something for him but it is not love Alana. I love no one!" Y/n raised her voice irritated at her.
"Not even me." Alana croaked. Y/n could see that she was heartbroken. It hurt even more that Y/n didn't respond to her. "He hurt you. He only like you because of your blood. He keeps you isolated from everyone." Alana went on in disbelief.
"Haven't you noticed? My life has already been decided for me since parturition. I don't have choices! I'm barely even real Alana. I'm nothing more than a creature to help others. I can't live in enjoyment like a human nor can I hunt and enjoy power like a vampire. I'm not meant to have a life." Y/n cried.
Alana wiped away her tears collecting herself. "It's awful you feel that way about yourself." She said in a dissapointed voice. "Which is why I'm giving you a choice. I will leave because I know its best for me, but I want you to decide whats best for you. This is the very last of the Middlemist Red I took it from the lab before I left. My family has been growing it for years, and I have consumed it enough to be immune. Jungkook is strong so if you are to kill him you must lace the stake with all of this. I know you can do it if your heart desires. If not than you can simply discard the serum and you and Jungkook can be happy without him hurting you." She handed Y/n the small tube and Y/n quickly put in in her pocket.
Alana got up giving Y/n a smile as she stared into her eyes.
"Will I see you again Alana?" Y/n asked her. She didn't want Alana to leave but she knew the truth. She was hurt from her battle was Scarlett and had no backup. She only had her strong will and a broken heart left.
Alana wanted Y/n to come with her but she knew the harsh truth. Jungkook would always look for her.
"Only if you want to." Alana said in a quiet voice. She looked at Y/n one more time before speeding off.
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pairing: Jungkook x Taehyung
genre: Established relationship, Angst
word count: 2.5k words
summary: "Have you ever thought of anyone other than yourself?”
a/n: this is a short fic inspired by Happier Than Ever (ASTN cover)
warnings: brief mention of intrusive thoughts / attempt, panic attack, gaslighting, and hint of toxic relationship
“‘Cause I’d never treat me this shitty, you made me hate this city.”
‘Please, please. One reply, so that I know you’re safe.’
Jungkook doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at his phone. All he knows is it’s been weeks since Taehyung left without a trace. It’s his fault why he left. He knows it is. He was an asshole. A manipulative, egocentric asshole who didn’t realize his mistakes until it was too late. Now, the love of his life is nowhere to be found.
He’s been cooped up in his and Taehyung’s room ever since Taehyung disappeared. He can hear his hyungs’ footsteps outside of the room, talking amongst themselves, begging him to come out, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He thought he deserved to be at least punished for the shitty things he did.
“Kook? Hey, come on. You wouldn’t find Taehyung this way,” Jin says while leaning against the bedroom door, hoping that Jungkook would listen for once.
Jungkook dryly chuckles, “You can’t find someone who doesn’t want to be found, hyung.”
Jin sighs. He looks at the others behind him and shakes his head. They all drag themselves to the living room, looking dejected.
“Has anyone heard from him yet?” Namjoon asks. The others shake their heads.
“I tried calling and texting, but he doesn’t answer. I don’t even know if he reads them,” Jimin whispers, already on the verge of tears.
“Has anyone tried asking his pa—”
Hoseok was cut off by the sound of a door opening and saw Jungkook standing outside of the room with bags under his eyes, looking like absolute shit.
“Hyungs,” Jungkook mumbles, eyes glistening from unshed tears, “I know one of you knows where he is, please,” he begs.
“Jin hyung? Hobi hyung? Jiminie?” He looks at them one by one, pleading with his eyes. He slid down to the floor when none of them answered.
Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault he left. Now, he’s not talking to you guys either.”
Yoongi heaves a deep sigh, having enough of seeing Jungkook like that.
“You never heard it from me, all right?”
Everyone snapped their heads toward Yoongi, looking at him in disbelief.
“You… You knew all this time?” Jungkook says, feeling betrayed.
“Yoongi… Why?” Jin asks.
Jungkook grabs Yoongi by the collar and shouts, “You knew all this time, and yet, you let me suffer like this?”
Yoongi furrows his eyebrows, “Have you ever thought of anyone other than yourself?” He calmly says.
“W-What?” Jungkook lets go of Yoongi and backs away.
“Are you really this selfish?” Yoongi angrily says.
“I’m not—”
“Have you ever thought that maybe this is what he needs? To be away from you?” Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, frustrated with Jungkook’s behavior, “You think he left just to hurt you? To make you suffer? You think he did this out of revenge?”
“No, but I—”
“Taehyung left because you hurt him. He left because you made him suffer. You invalidated his feelings. You tried to manipulate every fucking situation that doesn’t go your way. He got tired of putting up with all the hurtful shit you do and say to him. He got tired of you telling him how to feel. He got tired of waiting for you to come home in the middle of the night, only to be drunk out of your ass and ignore him in every possible way. He got tired of always putting you first. You made him feel worthless that he almost tried killing himself!” Yoongi exclaims.
“That still didn’t give you the right to keep this to yourself! You have no right to meddle in our relationship!” Jungkook shouts.
“Guys, stop, please,” Namjoon tries to calm them both down.
Yoongi walks closer to Jungkook, glaring at him, “Don’t tell me shit like that. You’re not the one who sees him cry every single night. You’re not the one he calls for help whenever he’s on the verge of giving up. Where were you when he had his panic attacks? Nowhere. Because most of the time, it’s because of you,” he points at Jungkook’s chest.
“Have you even said sorry at least? Just once, and meant it. Have you? Have you ever asked him how he felt? Have you ever looked at him, like really look at him? Because one simple look will show that he’s not fucking fine. You’re too invested in yourself that you can’t even notice that.”
Jungkook looks at Yoongi with wide eyes, tears slowly streaming down his face, “I…”
“Yoongi, please,” Jin whispers, “this won’t fix anything. Fighting him won’t fix anything.”
“I’m not…” Yoongi sighs, “I’m not fighting him. I’m telling him everything he needs to know, so he can realize how fucked up this whole situation is.”
“I… I know, okay?” Jungkook’s voice cracks, “I know I fucked up. I know that now. Please, hyung. Tell me where he is so I can make this right,” he cries.
“I made a promise, Jungkook. I don’t want him to suffer anymore.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook got down on both knees, pleading with Yoongi, “I just want to talk to him. I want him to know that I regret everything, that I realize my mistakes now and I’m ready to own up to them. I just… want to know if he’s safe.”
Yoongi takes a deep breath, “He’s staying at my friend’s house in Daegu.”
Jungkook has never stood up that fast in his entire life. He hugs Yoongi and grabs his keys, “Thank you, hyung. Thank you.”
He was about to leave when he heard Yoongi speak, “Hey. I’ll text you the address. Fix this, all right?”
Jungkook nods and gives them a small smile before he dashed to his car.
‘I’m coming, baby. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…’ He kept apologizing in his head, trying to think of everything he should say to Taehyung to make him forgive Jungkook. It was a long shot but he’s ready to do everything in his power to make this right. He can’t lose him like this. He won’t let it happen.
Hours later, Jungkook finds himself in front of a small house in the middle of nowhere. There’s rice fields everywhere and about two or three houses in sight. He’s nervous. Of course, he is. He doesn’t know how Taehyung will react once he sees him. He feels like his heart’s going to beat out of his chest from all the anxiety he’s feeling.
‘Okay, let’s do this.’
He knocks on the door twice. Silence.
He knocks again.
“Tae?” Jungkook calls out, “baby, I’m here. Please, open up.”
He tries to peek in through the windows, but it seems like no one was home. He’ll just have to wait until—
“How did you find me?”
Jungkook spins around and sees Taehyung standing still, carrying some groceries. He almost cried then and there while observing Taehyung’s appearance. He looks tired. He has bags under his eyes, he looks pale, and he lost a lot of weight. The eyes that once looked at him with so much love and adoration before have now become dull and full of hatred.
‘Have I really been this clueless?’ Jungkook thought.
“Tae.”
“How did you find me, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks, his face void of any emotions.
“It doesn’t matter but hear me out. I just wanna say I’m—”
This is the part where he apologizes.
One empty word from him, and Taehyung’s world starts spinning around him again.
“You’re what? Sorry? Again? For the nth time?” There was little to no care in Taehyung's voice as the words came out. The usual warmth that wrapped around his words was long gone now – Taehyung is far long gone and part of Jungkook knows this.
Jungkook had already apologized for a lot of things, of course, without sincerity. It would usually be over mundane things like forgetting to get the trash out, washing the dishes, and picking up after himself. Not once did he ever apologize for all the hurt he had caused Taehyung; for all the times he missed the monumental parts in Taehyung’s life, whether it may be his college graduation or his promotion at work, not even when Taehyung found out his estranged father he was once close with died due to the pandemic.
Jungkook wasn’t there with him, and he never apologized for it. Instead, he blamed Taehyung for being so mentally absent and lacking the usual care from him. Out of all the problems Taehyung had to weigh on his own, Jungkook never helped him to lift it off. It also circles back to him. It always has to be about him.
“If this is another apology, I don’t wanna hear it,” Taehyung stands stoically, tiredness very evident in the bags under his eyes.
Jungkook freezes in his spot, unable to think of anything coherent to say. He wants to open his mouth, but he knows no words would come out. An unsettling feeling sat in the pits of his stomach, forming a black hole of emptiness, knowing that Taehyung is exhausted from all the empty apologies he had said.
He can only think of one thing to say.
“I love you, Tae,” the words stuck on Jungkook’s throat, choking him.
“If you ran away to spite me then—”
The next part? He blames Taehyung after the heartfelt apology.
“Spite you?” Taehyung bitterly chuckles.
Poking his tongue in his cheek, he narrows his gaze on Jungkook, “If you really meant all the things you were sorry for, then you should’ve worked on it proactively instead of putting all the blame on me.”
Jungkook’s brows furrow, “I told you I’m trying. I am fucking trying.”
“But I never see you try, Jungkook.”
This doesn’t seem to be the answer Jungkook was hoping to hear with the way his frown deepens.
“I waited for change and I kept forgiving you. All I’ve ever done for the rest of our relationship was wait and make up excuses on your behalf until I…”
“You what?”
Taehyung remains silent briefly, making Jungkook even more anxious.
“Until you what, Tae?”
“...until one day, I felt nothing. Nothing for you, nothing for us.”
Normally, Taehyung would be shedding tears by now, but this time he doesn’t.
“You tell me you love me and how I’m the luckiest person in the world to have you, but why do I feel like it isn’t like that?” Jungkook thought he saw a flash of hurt in Taehyung’s eyes for a brief moment, but Taehyung held his ground.
“You could’ve told me that’s how you felt all along instead of running away from me,” Jungkook’s jaw clenches.
Followed by the part of more blaming until one of them finally caves in.
“You always had an excuse for everything, Jungkook. Whenever I feel bad, it doesn’t matter who owns up for the mistake because it will always be me who’s at fault. Not you,” Jungkook’s gaze flickers as Taehyung’s words draw a pang in his chest.
“I always begged for you. I always sought your validation, for your forgiveness, hoping that maybe someday – just maybe – you’d see me as an equal. As your actual partner. But no,” Taehyung’s lips form a small, sad smile as he looks down.
“I realized I’d be wasting the rest of my life waiting for you to love me the way I love you; you’ll never do that and that’s okay. Really.”
‘We can’t end like this.’
Jungkook could lie his way out and win Taehyung back. One excuse on top of another lie, and not once did he admit his narcissism and selfishness. Now that Taehyung is suddenly reminded of everything, he asks himself: Was it so hard for him to break things off with Jungkook to save his sanity? Or was it hard for him because he had grown codependent with him?
He could stay for five more minutes listening to another sob story Jungkook pulls out of his ass, but this time he’ll never believe it.
Sighing deeply, Jungkook’s doe eyes start to well up with tears he never knew were there, “Is there any way I could fix this? I promise I’ll be better next time.”
Taehyung raises his brow, his eyes boring into Jungkook, “You had all these years to fix every crack in our relationship but you never did. What makes it different this time?”
‘I don’t even fucking know.’
Taehyung could see how Jungkook is inevitably failing to think of another affectionate alibi to win him back.
Giving it one last shot, Jungkook lifts his head and looks at Taehyung with sincerity. He comes closer and hugs him but Taehyung never extends his arms nor does he reciprocate the contact.
“We could try to rekindle our relationship, you know, like going out on dates like we used to and things like that,” Jungkook suggests, convincing Taehyung as hard as he can.
It’s funny how it felt right to be held by him. Like their bodies molded together perfectly. Jungkook’s touch was familiar, and if Taehyung hadn’t known any better by now, he’d probably think he belongs in his tight embrace.
Taehyung smiles pitifully, “It doesn’t work out that way. Not anymore.”
‘Don’t leave me. Please.’
“I’ve never loved anyone the way I did with you, Taehyung, don’t do this,” Jungkook raises his head, arms still around Taehyung as he looks at him, eyes pleading. If there’s anything people should know about him, it’s that Jeon Jungkook never begs.
Taehyung musters every power left in him to push Jungkook away, “You were in love with the idea of me in your head. The Taehyung who always said yes to everything you said, the Taehyung who tried to be okay because you never cared to listen to anything I had to say, the Taehyung who became your emotional punching bag. I… I can’t keep living that version of myself anymore.”
‘That’s not true. I love you as you are.’
Jungkook feels smaller by the minute, but he still tries to power through.
“Tae, you can’t be serious. You can’t just throw away the years we spent together.”
“But I don’t love you anymore, Jungkook.”
And that shattered him. Hearing Taehyung say the words he dreaded to hear. Seeing how Taehyung is no longer his, how it’s over for the wonderful chapter he thought they both wrote. It turns out it was only Jungkook who was happy because everything was according to his terms of what a happy relationship was like.
“Why can’t you just give us one last try before we call it quits?”
Like always, when he takes him back again, it’ll be another suffocating cycle that Taehyung will choke on. The cycle of solitude will repeat as long as he stays because there’s no way Taehyung could say no to Jungkook.
But this is the last time.
Giving him an empty smile, Taehyung backs farther away from Jungkook, “I’m done begging for love, Jungkook. I’m done begging for you."
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Coffee house
pairing : jungkook x oc
genre : strangers to lovers ; fluff ; crack
synopsis : when jungkook meets a girl doing researches (yes, researches) on his group for the upcoming BTS concert, he decides to help her out a little.
warnings : none i think?
words count : 1.4k
parts : part 1 ; next
a/n : this is a really rough draft about a cliché love story, pls feel free to give me any feedback :) might change it later but i still wanted to post it in its first form.
Jeon Jungkook had been observing this girl since a while now.
At first, he only wanted to sit at this small coffee’s table, scroll on his phone while savouring his favourite drink. He didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings; until he thought he heard someone call his name repeatedly. He raised his head, eyes scanning the room for a person looking for him but none of the other customers seemed to pay him any attention.
He was about to brush it off, until he heard it again: a muffled voice sighing his name multiple times in a mechanical way. It was coming from a table near him, on which a girl whose face he couldn’t quite see behind her mask and cap was scribbling down on a notebook.
Did he mishear? Jungkook couldn’t say if her lips were moving or not behind the mask. If she was indeed calling him, it would be rude to just ignore her. But that was just a weird way to call out someone… whispering repeatedly one’s name while looking in a complete other direction.
Maybe she’s just shy, he thought. She’s probably a fan.
The young man didn't realize he had been staring at her for a long moment until his eyes met two questioning pupils staring back at him. Immediately freezing, he opened his mouth to defend himself but couldn’t think of anything to say.
“Is there something wrong?” the girl finally asks, raising an eyebrow.
Her voice was deeper than what he expected. Her tone, far from being rude but not overly sweet either, still held a kind note that made him realize she probably thought he wanted to ask her something. Snapping out of his trance, Jungkook shook his head and avoided her eyes.
“No, I just didn’t know who you were talking to,” he replied, trying his best to not sound too confused.
The stranger seemed to finally catch on the situation, her eyes lighting up with comprehension. She slightly bowed, apologizing, before looking back at the completely lost man.
“Sorry, I was trying to study. I must’ve spoken out loud without realizing,” she chuckled, though her answer only confused him more. “Sorry for bothering you. I just can’t get it in my head.”
When she said her last sentence, her eyes travelled to her phone put face up on the table. Jungkook followed her gaze, easily discerning a somewhat familiar Wikipedia page. Usually, he would have just ended the conversation, like any normal person would do. But the whole situation didn’t make any sense. He was sure he had heard her say his name, but why would she say it was for some homework?
Anyway, he should probably forget it. That was just a minor detail of his day, and he shouldn’t think too much of it. Why would it matter anyway? He had plenty of other stuff to worry about.
Let’s move on.
Forget it.
…
Would it be weird if he asked her directly?
Probably. It wasn’t his business, and obviously the conversation had died, since the girl had completely shifted her attention from him to the massive Wikipedia page displayed on her phone.
“You’re still staring.”
Jungkook quickly looked away, startled by the sound of her voice that snapped him out of his thoughts. He coughed a little bit, embarrassed about getting caught red handed. Since he didn’t want to appear as a total creep, he decided to ask the question that burned the tip of his tongue. At least she would know he wasn’t staring for no reason.
“I was wondering what you were studying. You seem really invested,” he said with a nervous smile, yet with an almost enthusiastic tone.
Nice save, he congratulated himself when he noticed her reciprocating his grin. Shifting on her seat, the stranger put down the pen she was using on her opened notebook. Jungkook half-expected her to answer shortly to his seemingly intrusive question, but she looked like she decided to take a break just to pursue their conversation.
“I can’t summarize shit, so my explanation might take some time,” she answered, smirking almost like she was challenging him.
Somehow, Jungkook felt eager to know. Or more like, he was irresistibly pulled towards her and weirdly appreciated being the object of her attention. Nodding, he lied and said he had all the time of the world to hear her story. He really didn’t, but right now he couldn’t care less.
“It’s not truly studying, as in ‘homework for the university’. It’s hum… Ah, this is embarrassing,” she hid her face with her hands, laughing softly before looking back at him. “Long story short, my younger sister wants to go to a concert, but she can’t go alone and no one in my family wants to accompany her. So, I secretly bought us tickets, but I don’t know shit about the group. And I don’t want to ruin her night by not knowing songs or members or… stuff? Because I know she’d feel guilty or worry I’m not enjoying it. She overthinks too much sometimes it can…”
Jungkook listened carefully to her explanation, a smirk blooming on his lips as the pieces of the puzzle clicked in his mind. He watched her hands move freely as she talked, almost hypnotized by the sound of her voice. Once again, without him realizing, he was staring at her a third time for the past half hour. Maybe because of the weirdness of the situation, he hadn’t taken time to observe her properly before. But when the waiter gave her a coffee, she slid her mask down her face and instantly, Jungkook’s eyes sinfully travelled to her full, rosy, perfect lips. Her face, even more than her voice, was unquestionably charismatic. Slightly tanned skin, strong jaw, big almond-shaped eyes, flat nose, thick eyebrows that matched her jet-black hair tied in a loose bun behind her cap… adjectives to qualify her face kept running into his mind but not one could perfectly represent how stunned he was in front of her.
“… and when I say everything, it’s really everything. Even the most irrelevant details.”
Hearing the flow of words coming to an end, Jungkook quickly pulled himself together and nodded almost at tad bit too enthusiastically. He knew it was his turn to talk but, too caught up in his staring and soothed by the sound of her voice, he only listened with one ear what she was saying. Still, he had understood the final situation.
“So, in order to attend a single concert, you’re about to write a whole essay on a group…?” Jungkook summarized, a teasing tone punctuating his question.
The young woman chuckled, hiding half her face in embarrassment.
“No, it’s just… I don’t know,” she shook her head with a soft smile. “I study everything I come in touch with to know more about it. I hate not knowing things. Trust me, I know it’s an awful habit.”
However, Jungkook didn’t feel as taken aback as one could be. He understood that this stranger, whose name he didn’t even know yet, had her own little world in which her logic would mean nothing in most people’s minds. But now that his fingers had brushed the surface of the bubble she was in, he wanted nothing more than cross it and explore the inside. Somehow, he felt confident enough to tell her he didn’t find her habit awful, but unusual and cute. He liked the way her eyes sparkled and how he was rewarded with the most honest laugh he had heard in a while. He was proud when she told him that was the first time someone even told her that and felt a rush of adrenaline in his veins when she said he was one of a kind.
Even though he had figured out who the group was, concerning how she was trying to memorize his name earlier and also the fact that they had a concert planned in two months in the area, Jungkook didn’t want to put an end to their comfortable dynamic. It had been a while since he last talked with someone his age, that didn’t know him nor walked on eggshells with him. He liked this girl, as in he felt comfortable around her and seemed really fun to hang out with. So, when she told him with a sigh that she needed to go back to her Wikipedia page, he didn’t hesitate to ask:
“Do you need help?”
She looked at him with raised eyebrows, almost looking unimpressed but with a teasing smile
“Well, unless you know the Bangtan Boys like the back of your hand, I don’t think there’s much you can do.”
And so, he flashed her a bunny-like grin, tilting his head on the side and looking very amused.
“Oh, don’t even worry. I know them by heart.”
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Chapter 2 Drabble: Jungkook’s Thoughts (Trial & Error).
Warnings: swearing/profanity, mentions of violence and murder, jungkook crying, slight angst, reader and jungkook in an established relationship, reader comforts jungkook.
Word Count: 1.8k+
previous chapter — next chapter
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As the male trudged up the stairs of his apartment building, his heavy combat boots crunched the occasional dry leaf underneath it. Had it not been for the man’s unbelievably gifted thighs, he was sure anybody else would be groaning in pain at the ungodly climb.
The man cursed his dumb decision for living close to the top floor but tried not to delve in his thoughts too much. He would be reminded of his disappointment when he faced the broken elevator sign that still hadn’t been acted on after a week of malfunctioning.
But finally, after minutes of trekking up the stairs, he made his way to his apartment’s floor, and slightly jogged down the corridor until he came face to face with his own apartment.
Relief washed over him as he dug around his pocket, feeling the familiar metal key push against his fingertips before he pulled it out.
Key in lock, push and twist.
He was finally in his apartment after a long and honestly traumatising day of his first day of field work. He glanced in the mirror that was mounted against one of the walls of his apartment entrance, and let his gaze run over his appearance in police uniform.
The waistband of his long, black slacks sat at his hips, and a dark navy shirt was tucked in securely, the whole ensemble held together at his envious waist by a simple black belt. The long sleeve button up he wore was once crisply straight, but after entering his car to drive home from work, he had rolled the sleeves up to allow him to feel more comfortable, effectively revealing his impressive collection of tattoos inked upon his toned arms.
He let his eyes linger over the breast pocket of his shirt, smiling once he read the intricately embroidered Gangnam Police logo that identified him as a part of the precinct.
Jungkook had only freshly graduated from police academy.
And after 4 months of working behind the desk, when the opportunity came to work beside one of the most respected men in his precinct – Min Yoongi – Jungkook would be a foolish man to decline.
He shut the door behind him as he kicked his shoes off, neatly setting them beside the front of his apartment.
And when the comforting scent of a home-cooked meal beckoned him further inside, his nose crinkled as he smiled upon seeing your form.
You, his high-school sweetheart, stood at the stove, tending to the wonderfully smelling meal you were cooking up, unknown to the fact that your boyfriend of three years was already home.
“Hey, princess,” Jungkook mumbled, watching you as you gasped, already feeling a little apologetic for scaring you before he made his way over to wrap his arms around your waist.
“Baby!” you cooed, wrapping your own arms around his neck as you peppered loving kisses all over your boyfriend.
When he had left for work this morning, you knew exactly the emotions he was feeling for his first day of real policework.
He was nervous, anxious, and honestly even a little scared. But most of all, he was excited. He had wanted this ever since you two had graduated together from high school, and you were so proud of him as he finally stepped closer and higher up the ladder towards his ultimate goal – to be as good of an officer as his Yoongi hyung was.
“I missed my girl,” he confessed, groaning before lifting you up by the thighs. He made sure the stove was off, covering what it was that you had made for dinner, only to set you down on the island bench behind you two.
You only cupped his cheeks, kissing his forehead as he stood in between your legs, more than grateful for the affection you were showering onto him.
The day had been exhausting, and because Jungkook was an empathetic man, he couldn’t help but feel his heart strings tugging very hard with what he had seen today.
“How was work?” you whispered.
His arms wrapped around your waist as he tried to think of an answer, pressing himself closer to you as your warmth invited him to cuddle before dinner.
Jungkook pressed his head in the crook of your neck, nosing your nape affectionately. That earnt a giggle from you, and for the first time today, he smiled genuinely.
“Honestly, baby? It was a lot.”
His words had you feeling a little curious, mostly concerned, but you tried not to show it. Wrapping your arms around his head, you began to cradle him closer, and when he sighed loudly and tightened his arms around your torso, you knew he needed some support.
“Talk to me, pretty boy.”
That name never failed to make him feel like things would actually be okay. It served as a reminder of the first time he had ever met you in high school, when your sassy self had called him the petname because he refused to move out of the way.
But now, the name reminded him of the long history you two had. The ups and downs shared between you two. The fact that you were there to celebrate every good thing that happened, but to also comfort him after the unfortunate events. He trusted you wholeheartedly, and it had gotten to the point where he was unable to imagine being without you, because he never wanted a day like that to come.
“How can someone kill two kids, baby?” he began.
He didn’t realise how much he had been holding in today. All these emotions were coursing through his veins, mixing with anger, frustration, sadness and disappointment towards the society that failed to care for two kids that had barely seen the world they were a part of.
He tried to speak, but the lump in his throat made the action awfully hard. He hadn’t even realised that his eyes were pooling with unshed tears, and all it took was the thought of Mrs Song and her expression of loss that made him squeeze his eyes shut.
One stray tear fell.
And up until this day, you had only seen your boyfriend cry twice.
Your own emotions threatened to find their way to your now-glossy eyes, but you wanted to be strong. You needed to be strong for the both of you, because you had to let Jungkook know that things were going to be okay.
“Baby…” you began, running your fingers through his soft locks of hair. He only clenched his jaw, willing – pleading – to gain his composure. You kissed the crown of his head, nosing his hair before rubbing his back comfortingly.
But he broke down.
His fingers clutched at the oversized shirt you were wearing, gripping onto the loose material for dear life as if you were the only thing keeping him from running out the door and crying until those two kids came back to the world they deserved to be a part of.
“They were just kids, only 15 and 17, for fuck’s sake.”
His words sounded hoarse as he cried into your neck, not even caring that he was breaking down in the arms of the girl he vowed to protect. He needed you right now, he just needed your comfort and your words.
By now, you wrapped your legs around him too, trying your absolute hardest to hold him as hard as you could. The action didn’t go unnoticed by him as he hid his face further into the junction between your shoulder and neck, trying to regulate his breathing by inhaling your comforting scent.
“It’s horrible, Jungkook, and it never should have happened,” you confessed, heart breaking more and more as his sniffles resurfaced.
“And whoever did that must be the most callous person to live,” you continued.
You noted that his crying had ceased, and it was because he willed himself to listen to your words as intently as he could.
“But I know that it’s officers like you who will bring justice for those two kids. For the mother who probably saw her children pass in front of her. For the father who saw his wife and children leave before he could protect them.”
A tear threatened to spill from your eyes, but you wiped at it roughly, almost instantly wrapping your arm around your boyfriend again. You fought your own emotions as you continued.
“I’ve seen you, baby. You’re so caring, you’re so kind. So empathetic and nurturing.”
Memories of Jungkook caring for your younger siblings filled your heart as you swayed the man gently. And the way your boyfriend treated your grandparents with so much respect was just one of the many reasons you were absolutely in love with him.
All throughout high school and beyond, you were confident in saying that Jungkook was the loveliest man you had ever met. He had never pressured you into anything intimate until he knew you were comfortable, and he always held good intentions when it came to spending time with you. In his mind, after all, there was no point in aimlessly playing with and breaking hearts – once he saw you, he knew he was down bad, and openly welcomed how much his love for you grew, day by day.
“And if there’s anyone around that will bring peace to that family’s soul, I know it’s you. Because I know you’ll do anything you can to make sure the right person in locked up. So no more children are ever harmed, or scared, or in danger. Okay?”
A few moments passed, and Jungkook finally pulled himself away from your neck, as he pressed firm kisses of reassurance to your jaw. His kisses made their way to your nose, mumbling soft I love yous and even sweeter thank yous before he cupped your cheeks.
His nose was a little red from crying, as were his eyes. Yours were beginning to water just seeing him in such a vulnerable situation.
“I’m going to do it for the kids,” he whispered, promising you and himself simultaneously with his words. He was no longer crying as he pressed his forehead against yours, rubbing your hips with the pads of his thumbs as he pecked your lips.
You nodded in support, managing a smile as you wiped a few stray tears away from his cheeks, looking up at the man you were just so lucky and proud to be with.
“Going to make sure that fucker ends up behind bars for the rest of his life.”
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Pairing: jungkookxreader(y/n)
Genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, non-idol au
Summary: when your life collapsed but found the right person at the same time.
Word count: 5.1k+
Warnings: cheating, name-calling, insults, bad texts, mentions of grinding.
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Masterpost
The night was a vague reflection of how you felt from the inside. The thunderstorm was taking down the whole city of Seoul. The water was pooling to the ankles and the high flash flood alert messages were stacking up in the notification centre.
But this thunder still could not match the one inside your chest.
Seeing the person you called the love of your life turning back towards you and walking into some other woman’s arms behind your back was enough for your poor heart to crumble down into ashes. The ache was too high to feel anything else.
“Baby, I will never leave you.” “I promise, you are the only one I'll ever love.” “Love, I wanna have a family with you.” “You are the prettiest.” “I am just going with the boys, I will be back before you even know.” “I'm sorry, baby. The boys kept me there. I tried to tell them that I want to be with you but you know how they act, right?” “Baby, you don't understand! I didn't mean to yell at you!” “Love, it's nothing, you are just being delusional. You know I won't do anything to hurt, right?” “I love you forever, baby.”
You scoffed. Fucking lier. There were so many moments when you felt his disloyalty towards you. But you gave him the benefit of the doubt and let him be. Ronny had his way with words. He used them for his benefit. The way he manipulated made you want to rip his head off.
If it wasn't for your colleague who saw him in the car with someone else, eating each other’s face, a couple of days ago, you would have still believed his empty words.
When he came back that night, you checked his phone for the first time as he passed out on the couch. You knew he wouldn't wake up until the next afternoon.
As much as you regretted reading those texts, one part of you needed disclosure. You sat there on the cold tiled floor, tears running down your cheeks, feeling like a loser.
-Y/n is just so fucking dumb, man. I've never been with someone as dumb as her but I guess good for me🤷🏻♂️.
-Hey, sexy💋 Last night was so fucking good. You were so wet for me, you little slut😏.
-Dev just asked me to fuck her. If y/n calls, tell her that I'm busy working.
-You up?
-Ronny? I need your big cock in me, plz. Meet me in the Motel…😉
-Y/n looks so fucking ugly, man. I feel so embarrassed next to her. I can feel the vomit in my throat whenever she talks. It's so fucking bitter to tell her that I love her🤢.
-Man, I get so irritated when y/n talks. I can feel myself hating her more and cheat even more just to see how fucking dumb she is.
His last text was what made you get up at this hour of the night and go to the striper club.
-She will be busy with her pathetic painting on Friday. We should meet at the bottom up. When I think about you, I can still feel my cock getting hard thinking about last time😮💨. [Allie- sent]
A laugh bubbled out of your throat as you read it. Him and your best friend. Who would have known?
Turns out, everyone knew other than you.
Everyone wanted some drama and they got it. The great Ronny garnished it on a plate and severed it to everyone. Even to those who you thought were your genuine friends.
Now here you were, sitting on a bench in front of a random complex, drowning in your sorrows. When you went inside that club, you caught them wrapped around each other. His one hand was groping her ass and the other was rubbing her pussy through her skimpy shorts.
Your heart was gone. There was no way your tears could stop. When confronted, they laughed and called you names. People around looked at you disgustingly for ruining the perfect mood they were in.
“Get out you bitch. No one needs you here!”
“Damn, you thought I would actually love you? So fucking delusional.”
“How can you be so dumb? You couldn't even see that we both were involved.”
“She just wants me to fuck her pathetic pussy because no one else wants that thing.”
It was difficult to handle. You just let yourself cry loudly like a pathetic person that they said. They weren't wrong. No one else ever wanted you. You were bold enough to think that Ronny truly wanted you even after seeing many red flags. But nothing could win in front of a good manipulation.
“You look like you need a hug,” a sweet voice pulled you out of your head. You looked up at him and noticed there was a charming man standing in a raincoat and an umbrella above your head.
His big doe eyes looked concerned, and his thin and pink lips were frowning. “There is a flash flood warning, you know that, right? You shouldn't be here. Do you want me to call your friends or family?”
Hearing friends and family, your eyes filled with fresh tears and started crying in front of a handsome stranger. You hid your hand behind your hands and wailed.
Six years. It was six years' worth of pain hurling out. It was hurting you as if someone had stabbed you over and over again slowly, making you feel every single inch of it. It was like someone was reopening the fresh wounds with their bare fingers that you just treated.
“I'm Jungkook,” the man said as he sat down, holding the umbrella over you. “You are soaking and it is winter.”
Jungkook was in his apartment, playing his guitar, and composing some new music. He was waddling around and looked out of his window when he saw a girl sitting in the rain, hunched over. He kept looking at her and started to worry when she did not move.
He quickly wore a jacket and raincoat and carried an umbrella for the girl.
As he got closer, he heard her cry loudly all alone in this ungodly rain. He was worried about her. The level of water was rising pretty fast. When she looked up at him, his breath hitched. She was prettier than anyone he has ever seen. So soft and innocent.
He pouted when she didn't say anything but stayed there, still holding the umbrella. He heard her cry for a good twenty minutes before she calmed down and only soft sniffles could be heard.
“I'm Y/n,” you said in your broken voice, throat sore from crying so loudly. “Can you please book an Uber?”
“Y/n, no Uber will pick you up now,” Jungkook said.
You looked at him, another set of tears ready to roll down. “Why?” Your lower lip wobbled.
“Look around, the water is reaching our ass and we are sitting on a bench,” he said.
Only then you realized how bad the rain was and he was not wrong. The water level was rising. “What am I supposed to do now?” You asked yourself, already crying again. It was too much to take in little time.
Jungkook bit his lip and thought about it for a moment. “You should come to my place. It’s bad for you to stay out here especially when you… when you are so vulnerable,” he carefully said.
He was half ready for you to get up and swim away. But he let out a sigh of relief when you nodded, agreeing with him. “Okay,” your voice broke.
Jungkook gave you a soft smile, “I live here. So follow me,” he pointed behind them at the complex. “Here, hold my hand, let me guide you in. Don’t fall unless you know how to swim,” he giggled to himself but quickly regretted when you looked into his eyes and a wobbly chin. “I’m sorry,” he squeezed your hand reassuringly as you held it. You felt your heart thump against your chest at the skin contact. Never once have you felt like this with Ronny.
Jungkook’s apartment was clean, minimalistic, and scented like fresh laundry. The light cream walls with contemporary paintings looked perfectly decorated. The simple lamps hanging from the ceiling were just enough to make it look modernized. The couch had many papers laying around along with hand-knitted blankets and a guitar on the carpeted floor. And a beer can on the coffee table. The gigantic windows overlooked the city. It looked decently luxurious.
“Umm… Stay here, I'll bring some towels for you,” Jungkook removed his shoes and scurried inside his cosy house. And came out in no time. He wrapped a bigger towel around you and handed you the smaller towel. “Washroom is there,” he pointed next to the wall. “You can take a shower. I'll give you some of my clothes. And leave your clothes there, okay? I'll put them in the washing machine with mine. Oh, wait, let me show you the drawer in which you can find anything you want… Well, almost anything.”
He waddled in front of you into the washroom. He turned on the lights and opened a drawer in his cabinet, “Here, there are sanitary napkins, tampons whichever you prefer. Shower things, scrubs, unused loofah, hair ties, these one-use undies, lotion, and face cream. Here is a hairdryer and hair straightener, if you need those. And if there is something else you need, let me know. I'll find it if I have it,” he informed and smiled at you before going out, leaving you alone. He knocked again and peaked his head inside after you opened it a little. He handed you clothes and finally left.
You looked at the closed door with wide eyes. It was amusing seeing this stranger all prepared for emergencies. His girlfriend or fiance or wife must be lucky, you thought. You shook your head in order to not think about it and compare your sorry life with the unknown girl you are not even sure existed. But it won't be a surprise if she did.
Under the warm water, your tears rolled down again. It wasn't easy to just forget and not feel hurt after committing for six years. You mourned about not listening to your gut feeling about him before. Maybe you wouldn't be here, taking a shower in some stranger's washroom.
You took your sweet time before you came out, after drying your hair. As you opened the door, you were met by the melodious voice of Jungkook. The acoustic guitar complimented his mellow voice. The lyrics brought tears to your eyes but you tried your best to not let them flow down your cheeks. You felt like sitting by him and just kept on hearing his voice but he was not in the living room.
You quietly walked towards the entrance door and found him sitting there on the floor, wrapped in a towel as he sang-
We laugh and cry together
These simple feelings
Seems like they were everything to me
When will it be
When I face you again
I want to look into your eyes and tell you
I’ve missed you
Inside the blissful memory
Even if i dance by myself, the rain pours down
By the time this fog clears
I’ll come running on my wet feet
Then, hold me
That moon looked lonely
Because I felt like it was crying brightly in the night sky
Even when I know the morning will come someday
I wanted to remain in your sky like a star~
Just then you noticed that he was still in wet clothes. “Oh my god, Jungkook! Why are you still wet? Why did you not change?”
Jungkook was startled and looked at you. He stood up and rested his guitar on the wall. “Ah, there is only one washroom. I mean, there is one by the bedrooms but the water connection is not working.”
You gasped, “Why did you not tell me before?! Go in. You are going to catch a cold.”
“Nothing will happen to me, don't worry,” he said and noticed how swollen your eyes looked. “You know what? There is a pile of clean and dry clothes over there. You can fold them and leave the dress shirts. I need to iron them beforehand. So, can you do that? As a thank you favour?” He wished it could distract you from your pain. “Do you like FRIENDS?”
You dumbly looked at the basket full of clean laundry and nodded, “yeah,” you mumbled.
“Great! I'll put it on the TV so you won't get bored… I'll take a little time there. So, yeah…” he wanted to leave you alone for a while so that you could have some space. It wouldn't hurt to do a long Sunday night routine on Friday anyway.
His trick worked decently. When he came out, he saw you ironing his clothes and silently giggling at the show. He stood there and admired you. You looked so pretty in his baggy clothes, smiling and just being there. He didn't know who you were, why you were so beaten up mentally, or why he even bothered to bring you to his house. But at that very time, he saw someone who he could consider spending time with. Maybe just to make you feel better before you go away forever.
“I didn't ask you to iron the clothes,” he said as he rubbed his towel in his hair.
“It's alright,” you whispered.
You both said nothing for a while. You ironed his dress shirts and sat on the loveseat in front of him. There was a thick layer of awkwardness. After all, you both were strangers.
“So,” Jungkook began. “Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to be left alone? Or do you want to play any video games or board games? Beer?”
Thinking about it, you felt like talking to him wouldn't hurt. He doesn't know you and after the water drains out, you will leave this place for good. And beer didn't sound bad at all. “You wouldn't mind me talking?”
“Not at all! Why would I mind?” He frowned. “I’m a good listener.”
“I think beer will be good, too,” you cleared your throat.
Jungkook smiled and stood up with a jump, walking towards his fridge, “a perfect combination!” He came back with a box of canned beer and dropped them on the coffee table and passed you one can. The clicks of cans were heard almost immediately. “Tell me one thing first. Why are you not afraid of being here? I'm just a stranger to you. What if I do something bad to you?”
You thought about it for a second. He wasn't wrong, but, “I’ve nothing left to be worried about…” you mumbled. “I can ask you the same. Why did you let me in? What if I do something to you? Wouldn’t your girlfriend or boyfriend be angry about it?”
Jungkook looked at you with a pout but said nothing about the first sentence you said. “Well, you looked like you could use some company plus no criminal would sit in that rain to hurt me. And I do not have any partner.” He said. “Now. You can talk about it, I’m all ears.”
Your mind went back in time. The flashbacks started to pour back in. All you could do was scoff at them. It was hurting you and you needed to let your emotions out. You had bottled them up for a long. He kept you tongue-tied for as long as you remember being with him. It was shitty and you were aware of it but every single time, you just tucked your tail between your legs and went along with what he had to offer you and it was only insecurities and insults. “I’m just so fucking dumb and stupid.” Jungkook sat up straight, focusing on you fully. “My boyfriend was cheating on me with my best friend.”
“Fuck no,” Jungkook felt anger bubbling up in his guts. If anything he hated the most about people was them cheating on other people. He absolutely loathed people who even dared to think about it. He always believed in being loyal to the partners and yourself. He believed that if one was falling out of love, which is not a big deal, they should be honest about it and find a mutual solution than just going around and being a fucking asshole. He was a man of character. Je didn't even need to know how he was and he already hated him and sympathized with you.
You huffed, “There were so many times when I felt like he was cheating on me but I just trusted him too much to let those feelings get to me,” your eyes teared up as you took a long sip of your beer. “I don’t even know for how long or if he ever even liked me let alone loved me.” From his texts and how he talked to you this evening. You figured he was cheating on you for longer. Possibly since the beginning of your relationship.
You still remembered how wonderful it all felt when you got involved with him. Ronny would act as if he cared and loved you. He would spend time with you, take you to parties, and introduce you to his friends, you felt like you were an important part of his life. However, slowly he stopped taking you with him and started stay away more and more. He would smell like other people's perfume. He would come back, drunk out of his mind.
“I’m so sorry about—”
“You know what's worse?! I caught him red handed with her in a strippers club tonight. They were hugging and touching and rubbing each other. Then I just– fuck. I made a fool out of myself. I ruined everyone’s night. And they kicked me out,” you cried.
“Shit, y/n. Everything was closed down by seven. Were you outside all this time?” Jungkook asked, concerned about you.
“What else was I supposed to do? Go back to that house where I could only see how fucking brainless I am? That place would mock me for being so oblivious,” you picked another can of beer.
Taking the blanket, Jungkook walked to you and wrapped it around your shoulders before sitting back in his place. “It's not only the friend, there were so many girls in his DMs. And he said I was ugly and so irritating. Everyone agreed and I think they were right.”
“Hey,” Jungkook felt bad for you. You were beautiful and such an adorable person. “Don’t say that. They all are wrong. You are so pretty and adorable,” he let out. “I don't think you should believe in them. They have no idea what they are talking about. And you should not think about that prick.”
“I was with that prick for six years, Jungkook. I loved him for six years, slept with him, and took his shit on my head. I can't just not think about him,” you sobbed.
“How can he be so terrible? Man, if I find who he is, I would beat the shit out of him. That boy is just a scumbag. Jeez, I'm so fucking pissed,” he was holding back from asking you his location so that he could go and teach that asshole some much-needed lesson. Jungkook could never even have thought of doing something like that to anyone let alone actually cheating on someone. He felt disgusted by this boy.
“For the past six years, he has become my personality. I thought he loved me and I was just being too much to the point he even called me delusional.”
Jungkook gasped, “No way, that asshole said that. What does he think of himself? Ugh, he should be ashamed of himself.”
“He would always text me cute, lovey-dovey messages. He would buy me things after such arguments and would tell me how much he loved me and that promise to be better,” you finished your second can and opened another one.
“Honey,” Jungkook softly said. “I'm sorry but he manipulated you.”
“And I was too dumb to know that,” she shook your head and covered your face with your hands.
“No, honey, you are not dumb. I think when you love someone, you just do whatever it takes to make things work. And the person who gets manipulated, they don't get to know because that's exactly what he was doing. He knew it. It's not your fault.”
“Jungkook…?” you called.
“Yes?”
“Is your offer for a hug still up?” you shyly asked.
Jungkook quickly stood up and sat with you, wrapping his arms around you, respectfully. “Of course it is,” he mumbled.
“I should have known, you know? She was his close friend that became my friend later on. She was always overly close with him even when she had other guys in her life,” you said.
“Girls like her don't deserve a friend like you, y/n… They are just an embarrassment for us,” Jungkook mumbled as he caressed your head that was resting on his shoulder and rubbed your arm.
There was silence for a while. A comfortable one. His even breath was keeping you from drifting away. And his hand caressing your head was helping your headache. He felt safe. You felt safer than ever in this stranger's arms. He never made you feel like this ever. He only made you feel bad and dumb all the time through his sugar-coated words.
“Can you tell me about yourself? If you don't mind,” you asked.
“It's only fair. I'm Jeon Jungkook. I'm twenty-five. I make music,” he said.
“Really? What kind of songs do you sing?” you found it interesting.
“Well, you probably don't know me,” he shyly chuckled. “I have released a couple of songs on Spotify and nothing more. I can't afford to make a video just yet.”
You look up at him. “But you look like you can.”
He giggled at your reaction. You found it amusing and wanted him to giggle more. It was music to your ears. “Ah, I have a rich father so my funds were good. I saved them over the years. I bought this place with those funds but I don't take any money from him anymore. I want to earn it myself. So I spent all of the money on this apartment and nothing is left for video. I can make a low-budget one and can edit it myself. But I think I'm just not ready for that either,” he disclosed.
“That is so smart,” you commented. “You knew your priorities.”
“You can say that,” he smiled.
“Why are you single?”
Jungkook thought about it. He never really cared about being in a relationship. He was satisfied with how things were going on. “I don't know, honestly. It's been years since I was in a committed relationship. I just didn't feel like I needed it, you know?”
“Ah, okay. Makes sense,” you said. “Are you always open to strangers?” you asked genuinely.
Realization hit him this time. He was always super awkward and shy around new people. He never talked to them and usually, it would take him days to open up. He pouted, “No...” he mumbled. “Anyway, you tell me about yourself,” he quickly changed the topic.
“I'm y/n, twenty-six years old–”
“Noona!” Jungkook looked at you with a toothy grin. “You are noona!”
“Shhh,” you shushed him as you both giggled. “I make paintings for my living.”
“Really?!” he looked at your face with a wide bunny grin. “I make paintings, too. But just for fun. These are all my art pieces,” he pointed around.
You admired them for a while. The details in them were so sharply presented. The colour contrast, blending, and everything was looking professional. “Jungkook, you are so talented. They all are so beautiful. The details and technique look so consistent and appealing!”
He smiled shyly. “It's nothing… What would you like for dinner?”
You helped him in the kitchen as you both settled on making some viral baked feta pasta. And a side of cheesy garlic bread. You both talked about different things and found out that you both had many things in common. Almost everything you loved, he loved them, too. He told you about those disposable undies (it was funny for you to think about). He said that one of his girl-friend once had her periods before the time and it ruined her clothes. He had nothing to help her with and she just wore his shorts and used a tampon. He said that he felt bad for not being able to help her so he bought these just in case someone needed them.
He also mentioned how his mother was open about girls and their needs related to periods and clean shower products. So he always made sure that his place had a full stock for emergencies because his Hyungs’ girlfriend usually came along with them or other friends. He wanted them to not worry about such things and find his place comfortable enough.
You could tell he was raised by a kind-hearted and responsible woman. It was shocking to you. For six years, you lived with someone who didn't care about any of your needs or brought stuff that was considered necessary. He would just make and mess and leave. He felt like a burden more and less like a human.
“What do you think about…” Jungkook nervously started. “Dating someone now that you are single again.” he had never clicked with any women as he did now. It felt like he knew you for longer than anyone else. He wanted to hold you again and tell you how much more you were worth than you were told. He wanted to whisper good things about you in your ears and make you feel like the most special being ever.
You felt shy under his gaze. “I don't know… I have been cheated on for longer than I even know.”
“What if your date wants to be there for you and help you heal and show you what a real man is like and treats you with utmost care and serves you loyalty which is the bare minimum?” he made eye contact with you. “Because he knows he is better than him and you are much more than what he says.”
It was not worth crying over someone who gave no damn about you. But you still loved him. You needed to heal and being alone, it was going to be difficult and you needed someone’s shoulder to lean on. “I think that won't be that bad…”
Jungkook softly smiled and let out a sigh of relief. “I guess, you are going to have a date tonight by the window.”
Your little date was perfect. You both sat in sweet silence and enjoyed your dinner. He even lit some candles to set the mood. The mellow music on his record player was soothing.
If someone told you that your night would end up like this in a stranger's house like this, you would have laughed and called them an idiot. But it was not bad at all. You had nothing else left so giving this a go was not bad.
The dinner ended with ice cream and cookies. After that, Jungkook laid down some mattresses on the ground by the ceiling-length windows along with a blanket and many pillows. He left his Mikrokosmos mood lamp on and turned off the other lights. And gave you some medicines to keep you from falling sick.
You sat there, wrapped in the blanket as he joined you. “Would you like to cuddle?”
“Yes, please.”
“How are you feeling now?” he asked as he wrapped himself around you.
You smiled, resting your ear on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Better… Much better.”
“I'm glad,” he whispered. “Just… Don't ever believe in shit he said, okay? You are nothing but a kind, intelligent, hard-working, smart, and beautiful woman. You deserve nothing but happiness.”
“Where was I even wrong? I tried so hard for what?” you thought out loud.
Jungkook kissed your head. “You were not wrong, baby. He was. He is at a loss. He made you feel like this because he could never reach your level. You are the best and he knows it. He needed to bring you down to make himself feel better about himself. He was just a pathetic douchbad. He was just an immature boy.”
“Jungkook… Thank you for today. I don't think I could have survived anything tonight. I felt like I lost everything all at once. I'm thankful more than I can ever express. I don't know how to return this favour.” You could not express your feelings through words. They were too heavy for you to form into sentences. You have no idea what you could have done tonight if it wasn't for him and his kindness. Even if it ended without this tiny date, you were already saved by him.
After years, you felt like someone listened to you for the first time. It was enough for you to make you want to cry with joy. It felt embarrassing and yet so good.
“It's not a favour, y/n. It's just something I did because I just couldn't see you sitting on the bench like that. I'm happy that you are here and happy. If you had gone somewhere else, I would have kept on thinking about you and how you were. I'm just so happy that you are here and I know that you won't do something stupid.” He expressed his feelings.
It must have been hard on him as well. It's not a daily occurrence but something strange. But this time, it was strangely beautiful.
“You,” he said after a long comfortable silence. He was still thinking about what you said earlier. It was bothering him to an endless extent. He was afraid that you kept yourself so neglected.
“Huh?” you asked, confusingly.
Jungkook looked into your eyes and kissed your forehead softly and slowly, it felt much more intimate than he imagined. His heart was going crazy just like yours. Call it a first-sight love but you two knew it was more than that. He again looked into your eyes and spoke up –
“You have you to worry about…”
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The Bachelorette 🌹 (18+)
Summary: Three finalists. Two broken hearts. One rose.
You are part of the hit TV show, The Bachelorette, and you've whittled down your 25 men to just three. The trouble is, two of them you have… a history with. With just one more week to decide who you will choose, your heart is split between the final three. Pasts rise back to the surface, and the heat gets turned up…
Pairing: namjoonxreader, jungkookxreader, changkyunxreader
Word Count: 15.6k
Warnings: 18+, smut, talks of past lives including drug addiction, toxic relationships, lots of angst, some fluff.
Smut will include: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (m+f) ((assume birth control)), super passionate.
A/N: Hi all! It's been a year since I've posted any new content. I'm so sorry… Being an adult sucks, but I've got my groove back so expect some more content from me soon!
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This was never going to be an easy choice. You never expected it to be, but here you were – five perfectly eligible bachelors in front of you, and only three roses to give out… The last time you’d be sending anyone home before the final, and you had to choose just one to win.
Jimin. Jungkook. Changkyun. Namjoon. Hoseok.
All five of them were stood in front of you, smartly dressed in bespoke suits that fit their personalities to a T. You found yourself scanning over each man, weighing up your options in your head. But this was getting harder and harder each time you narrowed down the line up.
Jimin was kind, a sweetheart. He was funny and adorable. He’d never once made you feel uncomfortable, or question him in any way. But romantically, you weren’t so sure about him. You could see yourself being good friends after the show was over, but more seemed strange to you.
Hoseok? He was very charming, a great kisser, and again he knew how to crack a joke, daft as they were. He was a goofball, but he was the most wonderful kind.
Changkyun was a contender for you since the start. He came across so reserved, and so quiet. At first you thought maybe he felt like he was above it all, that he was too good to be on a show such as this. But you’d learned he was nothing like that, and actually, was perhaps one of the sweetest introverts you’d ever met. He made you feel safe, protected. He was the first date you had of the season, and it didn’t take him long to break down his defences around you – you just made him so comfortable.
And then there was Jungkook and Namjoon. This is where things got… complicated.
From the moment you met the men during the first episode, your eyes had zoned in on them like a radar. You couldn’t believe they were here – why?
Your heart had just dropped the moment you saw them both. It didn’t make total sense as to why they were here, you thought you’d never see either of them again after…
But no, here they were. And surprisingly, neither of them seemed to know who the other was – which was quite the relief. You’d like to keep it that way.
When your eyes met his, Jungkook had smirked a cocky little smile in your direction. It felt almost like a challenge, like he was ready to play the game and grab his prize. He’d added a few more tattoos to his collection since last you saw him, and his hair had grown out to tickle the back of his neck. You had to admit he looked good; far better than he had the day you left him. His hollowed-out cheeks had filled to a normal and yet still strong jawline, the dark circles under his eyes had faded and the ashy colour of his skin had bloomed into his usual light tan. Perhaps he was better, now. You certainly hoped so.
And Namjoon? Well, he looked much the same as he did before, except he’d cut his hair short and gone back to his natural dark colour. Not to mention the way he had seemed to fill out. His arms, his shoulders, his thighs… they all seemed to have doubled – if not tripled – in size. You were shocked at first, never taking him for a gym nut. But then, you weren’t sure you truly knew him at all anymore.
When he had caught your gaze, he smiled a soft and subtle smile, dimples deepening and eyes mollifying. He seemed so happy to see you, but that had made no sense at all. Not after the way you’d left things with him.
So this was fantastic – a room full of eligible bachelors and two of your ex-boyfriends.
Wonderful.
You suppose the writers had done this on purpose, hoping to cause some drama. And well, some drama it did cause. You were sure many would be shouting at their TVs to drop the exes, that an ex is an ex for a reason, that you should never go back to someone who once had caused any pain or misery in your life.
But you just couldn’t let them go. You were so attached yet avoided them where possible. Why? Well, even you couldn’t make sense of that. Scared of being hurt again? Scared that spending more time with them would reveal the reasons why you’d left in the first place? You’d built them both back up in your minds, even with Jungkook causing trouble and stirring the pot from time to time as he found so amusing to do.
You didn’t want to give them the opportunity to prove to you that they were anything other than ‘improved’.
And now here you were, with a choice to make. The penultimate choice.
The first rose you gave, was to Jungkook. Why him first? Well, you weren’t sure. Perhaps because he was the first on the left, and by default, you went straight for him. Yeah, that sounds like a decent explanation.
The second rose you gave was to Changkyun. It’s true, he really was a contender. You were sure of this rose, and sure as hell not ready to say goodbye to him just yet.
As you picked up the third rose you could feel the tension settling in the air, like some kind of invisible thickness that weighed heavy on everybody’s shoulders. Jimin gave you a soft and knowing smile – it seemed the friendship feeling was mutual, and he was happy to take the hit. Hoseok, well he looked a little more hopeful, but kept glancing at Namjoon as if he just knew this decision was an obvious one. Perhaps it was – Hoseok at noticed a feeling around you and Namjoon during recordings, and when he asked, he got the full story. The one that got away, so to speak. Although whether it was you or him that ‘got away’ was unclear.
Namjoon, however, looked nervous. Very nervous. He wasn’t ready, hadn’t been able to say what he needed to yet. And you weren’t ready either. You needed answers, maybe some form of closure you hadn’t got with the house being so populated up until now. His eyes were darting from the rose in your hand to the floor, to anywhere in the room other than your eyes as his fingers twiddled in front of him.
Before you’d realised it, you had placed the rose between his hands, thus solidifying his place in the final three. You not only saw his shoulders visibly sag from the loss of tension, but you heard the breath he’d been holding freely rush from between his lips.
‘Thank you,’ he mouthed, smiling sweetly. You could only reply a weak smile as you stepped back, your heart heavy with guilt for sending Jimin and Hoseok home.
“I’m sorry, truly,” you said to them both, giving each a hug and a sweet kiss to the cheek as they left the room at the host’s request.
“And now, only three remain. Our top three of the season; Jungkook, Changkyun and Namjoon!” the host said gleefully to the camera, “Who will ____ pick to be her knight in shining armour? Tune in same time next week to find out…”
“CUT!” yelled one of the staff behind the camera, and immediately the bustle around the set picked up. People were switching off cameras, lighting, speaking on top of each other – some of them whispering about how they’d have chosen Hoseok or Jimin, or sent home on of the top three instead. You paid it no mind.
After each elimination, you felt that same heaviness. And it was well versed by now that you would say goodnight to the remaining bachelors, thank the production team, and head off for some privacy until the morning.
Now, the real game would begin.
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A week. You had one week, to decide who you wanted to win and choose to be yours and the pressure was on.
Of the three men left, each had you in their grasp and for different reasons. Choosing just one was going to prove extremely difficult.
But hey, you had signed up for this, it was in your contract even. And who was to say who you picked you would actually date after. Plenty of these shows end with the final couple splitting when they try a real relationship.
But this did feel real to you, all of it. There were real people here who you had real feelings for, some even real history with. And the thought made your head spin.
Nonetheless, you put on a brave face for the camera and forced yourself to continue the game. Perhaps in this final week it would become clearer who you would choose. With just three contenders left, the house already felt more intimate, and casual exchanges felt more important than before.
On day two of the final week, you had pushed past your negative emotions left lying around from the elimination and were starting to get your head focussed and back on track. You had forced yourself out of bed early and made your way down to the small gym in the house. You figured a long run on the treadmill with some earphones in pumping music through your ears to match your elevated heartrate would do you some good, and true enough, it did.
As you were coming to the end of your run, the sliding door had opened and in stepped Jungkook, in his clingy workout gear ready to get started on his daily session. Your eyes drifted over him as he waved with a smirk, and you smiled as best you could as your feet pounded against the treadmill.
He turned his back to you, sitting down on a weight bench and strapping some wrist supports on. He fiddled with his hair, hanging down past the bottom of his neck, and tied it into a more convenient bun. The muscles in his back showed through his vest, rippling and contracting with every movement.
When you had dated Jungkook, he had looked very different. The last time you saw him, he was merely a skeletal shadow of his former self. His eyes had sunken further into his skull than you had ever seen, his cheeks hollowed to give him a sickly look. The tattoos he’d spent so much time and money getting looked dull on his ashen skin, and you barely recognised the bad-boy heartthrob you’d been captivated by in the beginning.
Leaving that day was the toughest decision you had ever had to make, but you knew it had to be done. You couldn’t let him drag you down any longer, after all the help you had tried and failed to provide him, he had only got worse. You had known that you staying as long as you did was like a get-out-of-jail-free card. He thought he was untouchable, that he would never lose you.
You’d had to prove him wrong, and hoped that that might save him.
But that man wasn’t here now. He had filled out more so than you had ever seen him, his skin returning to a beautiful tan colour and adorned with more tattoos than you remember. His eyes sparkled with mischief again, his jawline sharp but cheeks still filled out as they were when you met.
He had been taking better care of himself, but better care hadn’t meant he was a better man. You still had no idea who Jeon Jungkook was now. His smugness, his attitude, his mysterious aura had kept you at arm’s length this entire time, and perhaps you had kept him in the competition hoping that the longer he was here, the more you might break down his walls, brick by brick.
You continued to run, managing to keep an eye on Jungkook as he lifted his weights in reps of ten, switching positions, arms and even using his feet to lift his dumbbells to work on his already thick and muscled thighs.
You started to drift back into your memories, thinking of time with Jungkook from those years ago. Both of you were so young, yourself a college freshman when you’d met. He had captivated you, dare you even say corrupted you. Late night studying had been replaced with heavy drinking sessions at pep rallies, or DJ sets that boomed until the sun rose through the cracks of abandoned buildings holding illegal partygoers.
Jungkook, in his tight black trousers and leather jackets had excited you and spun you into a world of parties, drinking and eventually, onto drugs. College came second and by some miraculous strain of luck you had still got your degree. While your life spun out of control, you tried to turn to the man at your side for some comfort, for someone to ground you. But he’d progressed further down that road than you ever had…
“Hey,” Jungkook’s breathless voice took you by surprise. You hadn’t even realised he’s removed one of your earphones, and you stumbled a little on the treadmill, managing to catch yourself and stand on either side to avoid being flown into the wall a few feet behind you.
“Oops, sorry…” he smirked. “You were out of it then, huh?”
“Uh… yeah, guess so,” you panted, catching your breath. Jungkook’s eyes didn’t falter as he stared into yours, perhaps a moment too long, with that smugness he always seemed to have.
“You know…” he starts, leaning on the arm of the treadmill next to where your hand gripped it for support. He reached over and turned it off, the motors slowing to a stop. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in better shape, ____.” You scoff a little, rolling your eyes at him. Jungkook was always such a flirt, even through your relationship.
He liked to toy with girls, to make them think they stood a chance and then point to you across a dancefloor and tell them all about how gorgeous his girlfriend was, how you were everything to him, you just got him. He was good at it, and boy you remember those nights he made you so jealous with flirting you’d end up in some of the steamiest situations of your entire life. Nights filled with so much passion, fuelled by lust and anger with choruses of “you’re mine, no one else’s” and “I belong to you as much as you belong to me”.
It was without a doubt the most toxic, yet thrilling relationship you had ever been in.
“Yeah, well… Gotta look after myself, y’know?” you retorted. A beat of silence passed by as his eyes scanned over your body, toned and sculpted like he’d never seen in your activewear. And then his eyes met with yours once again. “You look better, Kook…” you observed, your voice coming out softer than you’d intended, a tone of care laced in your words.
For a moment, you were sure you saw something flash across his face… Could it have been a hint of sadness? A memory? Regret?
But as soon as it had appeared, it was gone again.
“Well, I look better in leather with this body, that’s for sure,” he winked. “You always did love me in leather, didn’t you ____…?” He left the question lingering in the air between you, but your mind couldn’t deny that he was in fact right. He chuckled and leaned a little closer.
“You know, I really missed you. We used to have a lot of fun.”
“Y-yeah… we did…” you agreed, a little nervous now. As if by magic, you were being transported back in time, feeling like that same silly 18-year-old girl who was so easily taken in by his bad-boy act.
“And we’ve had some fun times since we’ve been here, too…” he leans closer again, only a few inches from you now. “Couple of great dates…” he tucks some loose hair that had fallen from your ponytail behind your ear. “Even one great kiss…” he whispers, his lips hovering just above yours.
You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, a heat rising on your cheeks that no doubt had you looking flushed. How quickly he could turn you to this, with barely any build up.
“But I think I can do better…” he teased, and it triggered something in you. You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his with a strange hunger for him you hadn’t felt in years. You felt him snicker against your lips as his hand snaked around the back of your head, holding you in place as the two of you melted together.
You let go of the treadmill, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Every touch excited you, as if electricity was sparking at every point of impact. Your lips moulded into perfect complimentary shapes, passionate and deliberate movements that had you chasing more.
Jungkook stepped up onto the treadmill, forcing your back against the control panel as his free hand lifted your thigh, holding it against his hip. A ripple of arousal hit you, memories flooding back from the incredible, lustful nights you spent together in the past. Jungkook had many talents, and pushing every button of yours happened to be one of them.
“Fuck, I missed you baby…” he mumbled against your lips, not for one second removing himself from your kiss. The breathlessness in his voice struck another chord in you, a flutter hitting your abdomen.
“I mis-“ you began, until…
“Ahem!” you heard from behind you, dragging you from your intense make out with Jungkook and bringing it crashing down. Jungkook didn’t let go of you, your thigh still in his grasp as his face hardened into a stony expression of pure resentment. His eyes looked right past you to the source of the obnoxious cough, and your head turned slowly to follow.
Changkyun stood in the doorway to the gym, hand still on the handle of the sliding door. How you hadn’t heard it open, you weren’t sure. Too wrapped up in the moment, you supposed. Changkyun himself looked mad, staring down Jungkook in a very ‘guns at dawn’ manner.
You looked between them both, rolling your eyes a little at the stench of testosterone that emanated from them both.
“I’m sorry, are you about to draw your duelling pistols?” you mocked, annoyance clear in your tone.
“My apologies, ____. I just wanted to get in a morning workout. I had no idea I would be interrupting something,” Changkyun spoke in a darker tone than you’d heard from him before, usually such a soft-spoken man around you. But his eyes still hadn’t diverted from Jungkook’s.
Jungkook scoffed audibly, looking off to the side and shaking his head as he laughed darkly to himself and dropped your thigh. You turned to him to scowl as he got down from the treadmill, folding his arms across his chest.
“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to just give us a little privacy, buddy…” he spat.
“You’re in the gym. Not exactly the most private of spaces,” Changkyun deadpanned as he walked into the space, sitting down at the same bench that Jungkook had been lifting at and readying himself to do the same.
“Could’ve turned and walked the fuck out again.”
“I’m sorry, is there a problem here?” Changkyun turned to look at Jungkook again. “As far as I see it, it’s probably a good thing I came in when I did.”
“And why’s that, big guy?” Jungkook hissed. You stepped down as Jungkook edged forward, your instincts kicking in. You knew Jungkook well enough to know that he was pissed, and edging forward was not a good sign…
“Come on, Jungkook,” Changkyun started, turning to face him. “You really think you’re gonna win this? No way am I gonna let some junkie drag ____ back down with him again.”
Jungkook saw red.
“The FUCK did you just call me?” he screamed, lunging forward and grabbing Changkyun’s shirt in both fists, pulling him to a standing position.
“Jungkook, HEY!” you yelled, dashing forward to get between them. Jungkook pushed him as he let go and stepped back, darkly staring at him with a look that frankly could have killed.
“Out! Go, cool off,” you ordered, gripping his chin to make him look down at you. His expression softened just the tiniest bit to see you so stressed in front of him, like he suddenly realised you were still there.
“Now,” you told him, raising your eyebrows.
With a huff, he stormed past you and left the gym, running off to God knows where to cool off like you’d told him to. You took a deep breath, and turned back to Changkyun, sat looking sheepish and apologetic.
“____, I…”
“Save it,” you interrupted, holding your hand up to him and leaving the gym yourself. You just wanted to be alone.
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You spent the rest of your morning in your bedroom after the incident in the gym, taking time to have a long and hot shower, letting yourself relax. You tried to stop your mind from going overboard, thinking too much about what Changkyun had said, about your past with Jungkook. But it was rather impossible.
You lay on your bed, overthinking into the afternoon. True enough, Jungkook had been a junkie when you ended things with him. That in itself was the entire reason why. His partying had got out of hand, and instead of the occasional joint the two of you would share, he had turned to harder drugs, drugs that were sucking the life out of him and spoiling the Jungkook you thought you loved.
Not only that, but he had started using your savings, your hard-earned money from endless shifts at the bar you once worked to fund his growing addictions. You can’t remember exactly what the final straw was, but you’d put up with it for far too long by the time you built the courage to put yourself first.
And now you were just letting him back into your life, letting yourself get cast under his spell again as if he hadn’t ruined his life and tried to take you down with him. You let him put his hands on you again, sweet talk you, kiss you without any apology, any explanation, or any acknowledgement of what he used to be.
Had you kept him in the game hoping that eventually he might bring it up? You surely knew him better than that. Jungkook had too much pride; his reaction to Changkyun’s words was evidence enough of that…
A knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts and brought you crashing back to reality.
“____? Are you… um, would you rather be alone?” Changkyun called through the door. You sighed, sitting upright.
“No, it’s okay. Come in,” you called, waiting for him to come in and sit at the end of your bed, shutting the door behind him.
“I just… wanted to apologise. If you want to hear it, I mean. I wasn’t really sure but I didn’t just want to not try,” he started, fiddling with the button on the casual shirt he’d put on after his workout. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position, I’m so sorry. Jungkook, he just… he bothers me.”
You nodded in acknowledgement. Jungkook did tend to rub other men up the wrong way, leaving bitter tastes in their mouths. He was a ladies’ man, after all. Men? Not so friendly…
“I get it, but you have to trust that I know what I’m doing too.” A lie; you had no clue. “And that I can stand up for myself if I have to.”
“Yeah, of course. I guess I feel a little protective of you, is all. I knew about his reputation before I came here. Word gets around, and I just really… I don’t know, ____, I like you a lot. I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t, or at least trying so hard.”
“That’s sweet of you, Changkyun. You know I must like you a lot too, right? For you to still be in the game. I appreciate you looking out for me, I really do,” you smiled, shuffling closer to him to sit at his side. Out of comfort, Changkyun rested his arm on your knee, his fingers tracing the seams of your trousers along your calf. He smiled at the thought of you liking him in the same way he did you, unable to look you in the eye out of shyness.
“You’re forgiven,” you tease, smirking as you plant a sweet kiss to his cheek. His shy smile spread into a grin as his eyes finally met yours.
“Thank you,” he said, his eyes flitting between your gaze and your lips. In such proximity, he was finding it increasingly difficult not to kiss you. Not too long ago, before the last elimination, had been your first kiss together. Shared on the decking after a night of getting to know one another on a much deeper level, it had been a long time coming for you, having already developed a real attachment to him.
“Would you mind if I kissed you again?” he asked sweetly, tracing the tip of his finger along your jawline.
“Be my guest,” you breathed, leaning in out of instinct.
When your lips touched, it wasn’t anything like the kiss you’d shared with Jungkook that morning, full of passion and fire. This was sweet, filled with a longing and a desire that truly, you reciprocated.
Changkyun hummed softly, savouring the moment of peace with you. Always, he wanted to do this. Whenever he saw you, he wanted you all to himself, to dote upon and take care of. He knew you didn’t need his protection, but he would give it to you in a heartbeat if only you asked.
Your lips parted from each other’s, but he rested his forehead gently against yours keeping you close.
“Are you okay, ____?” he asked softly. “You seem a little tense still, stressed…” His concern was so sweet to you. You suppose you were still a little tense. “Is it this morning?” he asked again.
“Yes, and no… I’m just in my head a little. Need to let go, relax.”
“Hmm,” he hummed in thought. “Maybe… maybe I could help? You, to relax, I mean…” he offered, stumbling a little as if he were nervous. But you pulled back a little to get a clearer view of him, a small smirk on your lips.
“And what did you have in mind?” you toyed, playing with the strands of hair that tickled the back of his neck.
“Just… relax. Let me take care of you,” he whispered, leaning in for another delicate kiss, one that sent butterflies flitting around your body. He leaned forward a little more, pressing his lips to yours firmer than before, and encouraging you to lean back until your head hid the pillows. Changkyun easily slotted between your legs, hovering above you whilst maintaining a very sweet and beautiful kiss that had you melting under him.
He kept one hand next to your head to hold himself up, the other gently holding your hip. Your arms reached up above you, wrapping around his neck to gently pull him in and encourage him whilst your lips were too occupied to speak. The two of you simply enjoyed each other’s embrace, with no rush to go anywhere, no fear of time running out. Instead, just being in the moment.
Changkyun began to run his tongue lightly against your lip, advancing only a little at a time, until he was leaving slow, calculated open-mouthed kisses to your jawline, and further down your neck to the collar of your shirt. You let out little moans at the feeling that sounded more like hums of pleasure as the excitement in you began to build.
True to his word, Changkyun was taking care of you. He was bringing you out of your head and giving you something to focus on that you hadn’t realised you so desperately needed.
His hands began to bunch up the material of your t-shirt, rolling it up to expose only your mid-section and allow him more room to leave his incredible kisses against your skin. With every kiss, something in the pit of your stomach grew and grew until all you wanted was him, his touch, his kisses, all over you.
As he kissed along your stomach from left to right, his hands came to fiddle with the button of your trousers, slowly at first to give you ample opportunity to stop him if this was going too far for you. But you didn’t, and you wouldn’t. You wanted this as much as he did.
He progressed past the unfastening of your trousers, dragging them down your legs and dropping them to the side before returning his lips to your skin. Only this time, his lips had landed on your right knee, and were slowly progressing up your thigh, moving inward and towards a growing heat between your legs.
He took his time, as if every little movement of his lips and tongue against your skin was his way of worshipping you – a goddess who deserved only the best he had to offer. He had waited long enough to get to this moment; no chance at all was he going to rush this as some superficial act of lust when it was so much more to him than that.
Closer and closer he got to your core, your hands threading into his hair for something to touch, to connect to him in some intimate way. When his lips did land on top of your core, pressing kisses to your underwear, you let out a sharp hiss. Finally, a little relief to the ache that had been building. But your underwear was still creating a barrier – however thin – between you and what you really needed.
He didn’t tease for long, wanting nothing more than to give in to your desires and if he was honest to himself, he so desperately wanted to taste you. His fingers hooked themselves into your underwear, slowly dragging them past your hips until he had to sit upright to drag them from your ankles. Seeing you laying beneath him, your thighs pressing together tightly – whether for friction or out of shyness – sent an urge through him like no other.
He lunged forwards, supporting himself by one hand that slammed against the sheets beside your head as he dipped down to crash his lips to yours. His passion was unmistakable, and you thrived off of it. Your legs parted for him with ease, back arching up to push your chest against his. You wrapped your arms to pull him closer to you, but his solid frame and strength holding him up meant that your efforts simply pulled you from the mattress to cling off him.
But his end goal was still heavily in the forefront of his mind, clear by the way he pulled on your wrists around his neck to force you to let him go and hit the sheets once again. In a flash, he was hovering over your midsection, his strong hands slowly and gently parting your knees to present you to him – glistening like a freshly glazed donut. He looked up at you through his eyelashes and smirked, before he finally connected his lips to your clit.
It knocked the wind out of you - the jolt of electricity that shot from your core to your heart. An audible gasp caught in your throat as Changkyun let his tongue past his lips, expertly lapping at every. single. nerve. in your clit – or so it felt.
Had you looked down between your legs you’d have seen his eyes on you, watching your every move and learning exactly what reaction he got from each slightly different movement. But you couldn’t force your head off the pillow, let alone your eyes to open as soft mewls and breathless moans slipped out.
Perhaps five minutes had passed, perhaps twenty, but it didn’t matter – it could have been an hour and yet your orgasm was approaching all too suddenly, all too soon.
‘No, not yet… More. I want more,’ you thought to yourself, his name barely recognisable as it left your lips. But he showed no signs of quitting, and you didn’t have it in you to slow him down.
“Ch-Changkyun… I… oh god, so close…” you choked, giving him his cue that just a little more and you’d tip over that edge. And so his hands that held your legs apart spread wider, his tongue delved deeper, and the fire in your stomach grew hotter, and hotter, until there was simply no fighting it.
Bursts of intense pleasure racked through your body, ricocheting off of every nerve available. Your thighs tensed in his hands, your fists balled up in the sheets, your back arched from the bed and you reached your high.
He didn’t stop, only gradually slowed as you came back down, teetering between soft aftercare and overstimulation. And only once you finally took a deep breath with a blissful sigh did he come to a stop, sitting on his knees as he rubbed soothing circles into your thighs.
Coming back to reality, you opened your eyes to look at him, noting the sweet smile that sat on his lips, watching you and waiting for you to return to some kind of normal. But the strength of your orgasm had left you feeling drained, completely relaxed but utterly exhausted. You could see that Changkyun had clearly enjoyed himself too, from the slight bulge in his jeans but whilst the spirit was willing, the flesh was far too weak.
“You look sleepy,” he said, finding it quite endearing. “You should rest.”
“But… you…” you wanted to protest, to give back. How could you when sitting upright would take the same effort as a Himalayan hike to you right now?
Changkyun chuckled softly , still tracing gentle patterns on your thighs. “Forget about it, just rest, hm?” he crawled off the bed, heading over to the little dresser at the far end of the room, assuming you had fresh underwear and perhaps some lounge shorts in one of them. He wasn’t wrong, finding both in two out of the four drawers.
He took his time, gently re-dressing you as your eyes drooped heavily, content. He leaned over you to place a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek and quietly left the room, leaving you to drift off into a blissful and much needed nap.
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The tensions in the house had barely dissipated in the few days since the gym incident. In fact, if anything, Jungkook seemed to only have gotten angrier with each passing moment. He’d leave the room as soon as Changkyun would enter it, or turn and walk away if he saw the two of you hanging out together.
And the smug little smirk on Changkyun’s face each time didn’t go unnoticed by you either. You weren’t sure how you felt about that… Whilst Changkyun was exceptionally sweet with you, you didn’t that he seemed to be playing some kind of game with Jungkook. It hardly seemed fair, even at this late stage of the competition.
And whilst this had been going on, Namjoon seemed none-the-wiser. In typical Namjoon fashion, he held quite the same ‘golden retriever-esque’ innocence as he had when you’d been together before. His focus had just been on you, and trying to win your affections.
And so, he’d organised a date night for the two of you as the date of the final choice loomed closer. Only something simple, but intimate nonetheless.
As the sun began its descent, Namjoon was hard at work in the kitchen, following a recipe book to cook something that for him was of course far too advanced – but he persevered, attempting to follow the instructions down to the letter. He leaned over the counter, glasses hanging low on his nose as he read the pages. He wiped a light sweat from his brow on his wrist.
Somehow you managed to sneak down to the kitchen, now ready to meet him to begin your date. You leaned against the doorway, a beautiful burgundy silk dress clinging to your waist and hips, but draping freely just below your knees. Had he looked up, you’d easily have distracted him, so you kept quiet instead, fondly watching him concentrating so hard and admiring how he looked from afar.
He clearly was working hard to impress, his long sleeve of his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. He’d found a cream apron from somewhere, using it to wipe his hands on and to shield the white of his shirt from any splashes he was destined to make whilst cooking.
As you watched him scurry around, oblivious to your presence, you couldn’t help but wonder why on earth he had decided cooking was the perfect date night for the two of you. Namjoon had never been a very good cook, to put it mildly. Perhaps he was just so intent on impressing you that he was willing to do anything. Perhaps it was the hopeless romantic in him trying to give you a date that most women would find utterly endearing.
“Hey, you,” you purred from the doorway. His head snapped up suddenly from behind the kitchen island, and his shock turned quickly into a large puppy-dog grin when his eyes landed on you.
“Wow… You look beautiful, ____,” he gushed. “Please, take a seat,” he motioned to the stools that lined the other side of the island to him, and you gladly stepped into the kitchen and took one, watching him as he worked.
“Since when was cooking your thing, Joonie?” you asked with an amused smile. He stopped in his tracks; no one had called him that for… so long. It was yours and yours alone, and oh, how he missed it.
“Uh, well it’s not,” he began, avoiding eye contact in the hope you’d miss a blush creeping on his cheeks, “but it’s never too late to learn, right? I just wanted to do something nice, y’know?”
“It’s sweet of you, I look forward to trying your food,” you flirted.
“Oh, well you can taste test it right now, if you’d like? It’s almost done.” He picked up his chopsticks, grabbing a piece of meat that he’d been frying amongst an unidentified sauce and vegetables and lightly blew on it to cool over his free hand, before reaching over the island for you to take the bite.
You so wish it had been good… lying was so much harder.
“Mmm… Mmhmm… Mm…” you mumbled as you chewed, trying to find the heart to swallow the mouthful. How on earth could it be that salty?
Namjoon’s face fell, and without another word he picked more of the dish up from the pan and tried it himself. His own grimace said it all.
“Ah, fuck… How did that…? Damnit!” He stomped back to the open recipe book, trying to find the place he’d gone wrong. In the meantime, you managed to swallow the food and had joined him by his side to figure this out with him.
“How much salt did you put in that, Joon?” you asked.
“4 tablespoons, like it says…” he pointed to the list of ingredients and their quantities. You looked closer, and his mistake became obvious.
“Honey, ‘tsp’ is TEAspoon, ‘tbsp’ means tablespoon… It’s meant to be 4 teaspoons…” you sighed. But you had to admit, it was kind of funny… And absolutely classic Namjoon.
“I… oh. Oh for fucks sake,” he groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance. “I can’t make you eat that… Let me try something else? I swear I’ll choose something fast, I won’t keep you waiting,” he panicked. You just laughed, holding your hand up to stop him from rambling on about how sorry he was.
“You know what? It’s fine. Don’t worry. I know a meal you can make without making a mistake, and it’s super fast…” you teased, walking behind him to the pantry. He watched in confusion as you disappeared inside and came back holding only two things.
“Instant,” you waved one hand with a cup in, “ramen,” and then the other. Namjoon smirked, his shoulders dropping in relief.
“I mean, it’s not exactly the fancy dinner I had planned, but whatever my girl wants, my girl gets.” He stepped towards you and took the two instant ramen bowls from your hands, heading over to the stove to heat the water he needed. But you couldn’t help but mull over those words, stood frozen in one place trying to fight the butterflies that flooded your stomach.
My girl.
His.
You weren’t, not anymore. But old habits…
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With your ramen cups in hand, the two of you had made your way to the balcony just off of Namjoon’s room to eat at your suggestion. The sun was dipping lower behind the horizon, and with a clear sky that night you had thought it would be romantic to watch as the moon rose, and the stars came out from hiding.
With ramen cups and fluffy blankets.
It wasn’t exactly what Namjoon had in mind when he had asked you to join him for dinner that night, but any time with you was considered a luxury in his eyes. And this was much more akin to the kind of dates you used to have together – simple, but intimate. You liked it that way.
“How’s the ramen?” he asked from beside you on the wicker bench, still wearing his apron in case he spilled ramen on that crisp white shirt of his. He looked quite adorably comical in it, particularly since he had filled his muscles out in your time apart from him. The apron seemed more like a bib on his chest than something to cover the majority of his torso.
He caught you mid-slurp, but you managed an appreciative hum which seemed to satisfy him at least, judging by the fond smile that showed off his dimple.
“So, how are you doing? I know there’s probably a lot of pressure right now…” he began, turning the conversation slightly more serious than expected. But you were grateful that he was asking; he always had cared about what you thought.
Which is why the ending of your relationship had felt so… unexpected.
“Oh, you know… three hearts, two to break. It’s not so fun…” you brushed it off, but of course you were in utter turmoil over this decision, spending every moment alone trying to figure out pros and cons and why’s and wherefores’. “Wishing there was a fourth option that made everyone happy, but that’s not on the cards…” you sighed.
“It’ll be okay, in the end. Whoever you choose, as long as you are happy that’s all any of us can ask for.” You felt your heart squeeze itself inside your chest, and your head asking so many questions…
I was happy with you, but then…
“That’s sweet. Thank you,” was all you could muster. The confusion on your mind had threatened to spill out, but somehow your self-control set in.
The pair of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, finishing your ramen, watching the sky’s changing gradients in peaceful quiet.
Once finished, Namjoon took your empty ramen cup with his and set them on the floor beside the wicker bench, getting himself comfortable again as you shuffled slightly closer with your blanket.
“Do you mind, if I…?” his question trailed off as he lifted his arm closest to you, gesturing as if he’d like you to fill the gap at his side. You just smiled him and slid closer, lifting your feet onto the bench beside you and allowing your body to lean into his, his around your shoulders.
It was comfortable, safe. Namjoon wasn’t competing with anyone but himself. He paid no mind to the other men in the house, his sole focus was you.
You talked a little, sometimes about the stars coming into view, sometimes about memories of the past, people you once knew with him. You talked about your life since each other, the god and the bad, and it was just as easy as it always had been.
In the moments of silence, however, you replayed the day you left him. The Namjoon you knew back then, seemed to be the same guy he was now. So then… why? Why did he change his mind? What went so wrong that made him get so sick of you?
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A weekend away was always a nice idea, but one without Namjoon felt strange… The ‘no guys allowed’ policy of a bachelorette party was a sacred oath though, and you weren’t one to mess with traditions. Especially not when your best friend was the definition of ‘Bridezilla’.
But hey, it was over now at least. And thankfully, you’d made good time on the road back from the airport. Namjoon wasn’t expecting you home for a good while yet, but the extra time together over the rest of the day would be nice after a few days apart. You were sure he’d love the surprise.
You crept up to the front door of your shared apartment, and wrestled with the key in the lock as quietly as you possibly could, trying to not announce your arrival until the last possible moment. Somehow, you made your way into the apartment almost silently, but Namjoon hadn’t noticed.
You heard his voice before you saw him, coming from the living room. Only a one sided conversation – he must be on the phone. So you crept up silently and stood yourself in the doorway to the living room, waiting patiently behind him for him to finish the conversation.
“No, I just don’t know what to do anymore though, Yoongi…” he seemed to be in some kind of turmoil. Your brow furrowed – maybe it was something you could help with? Did something happen while you were away? But either way, it made sense that he’d call his best friend for the answers, since he thought you’d still be travelling home.
“No, of course I haven’t told her… Well I don’t know, I just don’t know how she’d react to this!”
Okay, that was strange. Did he mean… you? How you’d react to what?
“I’m so sick of her… I can’t do anything without her just being there. Like, have you got nothing better to do? It’s pathetic.”
He… he just… No way?
Your heart beat hard in your chest, and yet slower than it should, like it was just fighting to keep going… He was sick of you? But… he loved you, didn’t he?
“Yoongi I gave it time, and it worse. I can’t have her around me anymore, I have to do something about it. I’m just glad I have the weekend off, at least.”
That cemented it. You couldn’t listen to this anymore, and you didn’t want to confront him either. It hurt too much to know he’d been lying to you, he was sick of you, he didn’t want you anymore.
He didn’t want you anymore.
With just as little sound as before, you left your apartment again, silent tears streaming down your face.
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The memory of that day was one of the most painful you had. The least dramatic of your breakups perhaps, but you were so in love with Namjoon. And for him to decide he couldn’t stand you anymore… it cut deeper than any man had ever hurt you.
“Hey, um… Could I… ask you something?” he asked shyly, halting your train of thought. He avoided eye contact with you, playing with the edge of the apron he was still, for some reason, wearing.
“Yeah, go ahead…” You spoke softly, still reeling a little from the hurt you’d brought back up in your own head.
A beat or two of silence went by, Namjoon lifting his gaze to the horizon and take a deep breath. Whatever it was, it was hard for him. He was nervous.
“Why did you leave me?” He looked at you then, with such sadness in his eyes. But… he couldn’t be. He knew why. Sure, you had upped and left without saying anything to him, ignoring his calls, his texts, just telling him when you were picking your stuff up whilst he was at work. But he had to have put two and two together by now…
“You know why, Namjoon,” you deadpanned, sitting up straight again. This didn’t feel like a particularly affectionate turn of conversation. In fact, your guard was back up, the wall you’d spent weeks bringing down around him rebuilt in a matter of seconds.
“No, I really don’t… I thought everything was good with us.”
Anger boiled under the surface; was he just doing this because he wanted to win? Because the prize of a damn TV show was just more important than your feelings? Because he wanted to prove to you and everyone watching that he could win you back?
“Namjoon don’t, pretending and gaslighting me into thinking I was wrong isn’t going to work. God, I can’t believe you!” you stood up, the blanket around you slipping from the silk fabric of your dress. You strode over to the balcony railing, looking out instead of looking back.
“I’m not pretending anything, ____. I don’t get it. You went away on a girl’s weekend and then I never see you again. You just up and leave with no reason. I spent months trying to figure out what I did, if you met someone else… It fucking killed me, ____!” His tone matched your level of anger, spilling over. Clearly, he’d been repressing this for some time.
You span around on your strappy heels, “someone else?” you squealed. “It was only ever YOU, Namjoon. YOU broke MY damn heart, how dare you try and play victim!”
“WHAT DID I DO?” he yelled, sounding out every syllable with each step he took towards you, invading your personal space.
“’No, I haven’t told her’, ‘I’m sick of her, Yoongi’, ‘She’s always there, it’s pathetic’, ‘I’m glad I had the weekend off at least’.” You were paraphrasing, but you remembered what he said well enough to reel off the basics as tears threatened to fall. Not now, you got over this, you were okay…
Namjoon looked bewildered, like you’d just told him his uncle was the Pope. The confusion knitted his brows together as he stepped back just a little.
“How did you hear all of that…?” he asked when realisation finally set in. At that, you smiled. Not amused, not happy, but because he proved you right.
“Snuck in quietly to surprise your stupid ass,” you spat.
“And you never thought to ask what the fuck I was actually talking about, hm? You just thought that out of nowhere, after all that time together, I was hiding being sick of you? Jesus ____, you know I’m not a good liar how the hell would I have managed to do that?” He was still shouting, but his anger wasn’t directed at you – it was directed at all the lost time. And for no reason.
“Then what…?” you began, but he interrupted.
“Do you remember that blonde girl in the green dress at my work Christmas party that one time? Alice? You made a joke, said she looked like she was into me and jealous of you. Well, you were right.
“She was getting worse and flirting all the time, but then she started getting creepy, leaving me weird little love notes on post-its at my desk, and sending me emails asking if I wanted to meet her. She started following me around the office, to my car at the end of the day. She got my phone number off the system, was texting me all the damn time…
“I didn’t tell you, didn’t want you to worry or do anything rash – I knew your temper and I knew you’d freak. I only told Yoongi, and with you gone, he was worried she’d find out and try something. The ‘weekend off’ you mentioned? That was my weekend off from WORK, not from you. Never from you…” his voice cracked, the vein in his forehead straining as he yelled.
You stood in stunned silence, processing. Watching him. He looked broken, his eyes glossing and tears falling and he ran his hand over his shorter hair, taking deep breaths to steady himself.
You felt like a complete bitch.
“You left, and I… I didn’t know what to do with myself,” he sobbed, hiding his face in his hands and aggressively wiping the tears away.
“Namjoon, I…”
“I loved you so much,” he yelled, looking at you with so much hurt in his face, “and you threw away two years of something so good!” he stepped towards you again, towering over you. He didn’t feel intimidating; if anything, he felt desperate. Like he so desperately wanted to touch you and was fighting with himself to just be close to you. His defences were up too, and his resolve was crumbling.
“I just wished I’d heard you… I could have run after you, I could have explained,” he sobbed, staring at the space between your feet at the floor. He’d taken to blaming himself instead of you in a split second – a sign his mind was racing with thoughts, processing but not really processing anything because it was all just too fast, too much at once.
“No, no… Namjoon, no please, don’t blame yourself,” you begged, choking on your held back cries as you cupped his face in both hands, trying your best to comfort him but letting him cry at the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” You repeated it, over and over.
His shoulders shook as you held his face, pressing your forehead to his in an attempt to comfort him. Being shorter than him, he had to lower his head to be held by you, but he needed to be close to you. You could feel his tears running from the tip of his nose to yours where they met, and the guilt you felt was phenomenal.
You shushed him quietly like a child as he whimpered and nuzzled his nose against yours, finding comfort in the contact, losing himself in his emotions. The first light brush of his lips against yours was purely accidental, just angling his head a little too far as he sought your comfort.
But the second had been intentional… followed by a barely-there peck to the lips. Then another when you didn’t pull away. And another, that you reciprocated.
And then in a flash, his hands were on your waist, holding you as he pressed his lips to yours. It took absolutely no encouragement for you to kiss him back, the need too great to ignore. Both of you were desperate for each other.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned into you, holding you up by your waist as he chased your lips. They moved together with such a synchronicity, one you were familiar with but hadn’t felt in so long.
His arms wrapped around you so tightly, like he was terrified this was all in his head and if he let you go, you’d disappear forever. He couldn’t cope with that again…
Neither of you knew who took the first step, but it didn’t matter – the two of you, still locked in each other’s embrace and caught in the most passionate kiss of your lives, edged step by step back in through the French doors of the balcony. Namjoon’s legs eventually hit the edge of his bed, and he sat down, immediately parting his thighs for you to stand between.
He stared up at you for a moment, cheeks still wet with tears and just took a moment to drink you in – the way your make-up matched your dress, simplistic yet complimentary, the way you’d pinned your hair up of your face, but a few of your natural curls hung loose around your face and the way your tiny little baby hairs were perfectly styled against the chestnut complexion of your skin.
His hands rested comfortably on your hips as he stared, his eyes scanning every tiny little feature on your face that he’d missed so much, engraving them into his memory once again. Your hands cupped his face, thumbs swiping over the damp trails under his eyes to rid him of his sadness.
Wordlessly, you gathered the hem of your dress up to the middle of your thighs, lifting one knee to rest next to his hip, and the other as he kept you steady. You sank down to sit comfortably on his thick thighs, and dipped your head to connect your lips with his.
You didn’t want to waste any time – you felt like you had wasted plenty with Namjoon, all because you had made an assumption – and so you reached your arms under his to wrap behind him, untying the knot of the apron that he’d mindlessly forgotten to remove himself. He smiled into your kiss at his own moment of idiocy, allowing enough space for you to pull the strap from around his neck over his head, and discard the apron to the floor.
Up close and personal like this, you could finally see the efforts of his self-care since you’d split – his shirt felt tight against his chest and arms, rounded muscles defined under the creases. He felt different under your touch now, the familiar contours of his body still there yet, filled in.
One by one, your hands undid the buttons of his shirt as you got lost in another kiss, exposing the golden tone of his chest. You pulled it from the waistband of his pants and quickly peeled it from his shoulders, that too now discarded to the floor.
For just a moment, you pulled your lips from his to take in his expression, reaching up behind you to pull the long and singular hair pin that held your curls in place. Namjoon felt like he was watching a scene from a movie, time moving in slow motion as your hair fell and bounced past your shoulders. The moment almost felt surreal to him, but he knew it wasn’t – you’d always been this mesmerising.
The hands that sat at your waist slipped along the silk of your dress to your exposed thighs, dipping under the fabric to slide it out of the way, past your hips, your waist, your arms, raised over your head to allow it to come off in one fell swoop.
At the exposure of your chest, held up by the strapless bra you’d worn to accommodate the thin straps of the dress, Namjoon shifted a little under you. You knew what that meant, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send a little shiver of excitement down your spine.
Namjoon couldn’t stop himself from planting his lips to your collarbone, leaving damp little kisses in his wake as he swept from the left to the right, and starting his descent down to the fullness of your breast above the cup of your bra.
As his lips lowered, he undid the clasp of your bra, giving more room to descend further. The cold air from the open balcony door hit you, goosepimples erupting over your body. A barely audible moan slipped from between your lips at the kisses he was leaving, until finally he reached your nipples, hardened already with arousal. Your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut, that little moan growing into something more.
The hunger in Namjoon’s movements grew, hands tightening around your waist, his kisses turning from small to open-mouthed, little groans vibrating against your skin. The warmth of his tongue lapping at your breast was heavenly, pleasure rippling through you. You couldn’t help the way your hips rolled in his lap, grinding against the bulge in Joon’s pants. It was getting harder and harder to ignore, and whilst you so badly wanted to take your time with him, to feel every moment with him, you couldn’t ignore the need screaming inside you.
“Need you, Joonie…” you whined, rolling your hips again. He lifted his head to look back up at you, broken from his trance by the sound of your voice.
“You’ve got me, I’m here,” he reassured, ghosting his fingertips over your cheek and reconnecting his lips with yours.
It was all too easy to get lost in kissing Namjoon, and every single time your lips had touched tonight it felt like you were soaring. It had always felt like this, and mentally you had kicked yourself for ever believing that Namjoon could get sick of you. You had become comfortable in your life together once you’d moved in with him, that much was true. But it didn’t remove that feeling of desire you had for him, and it definitely didn’t for him either.
Before you really knew what was happening, Namjoon’s hands slipped to beneath your thighs, and he stood up, holding you to his waist just long enough for him to turn around, and lower you to your back against the bed. He too had waited all too long to have you back, and your admission of need flipped a switch that made him all the more desperate to be with you.
Before he could crawl on top of you however, you sat up, reaching for the belt buckling his trousers and undoing it, along with the button and zipper, quickly rolling them and his boxers past his thick thighs until they dropped for him to step out of.
And in a flash, he was on you, pouncing like a lion on its prey. He slotted himself between your thighs and dove into a hungry kiss, ignited by the clear intention in undressing him as fast as you did. He knew what you wanted – he wanted it too. And he couldn’t deny it of either of you any longer.
You could feel his length pressing against the material of your underwear, the thinnest barrier between you and what you wanted. Namjoon made the most beautiful groan when he felt your hips raising, creating a friction he craved so bad.
With one hand by your head to steady himself, his other dipped below the lace that covered you, the pads of his fingers sliding through your folds with ease, coated instantly with your arousal. You moaned against his lips, parting them just enough for him to bite gently on your bottom lip.
He remembered easily what you liked, how you like to be touched, teased, where your most sensitive spots were as he dipped inside of you.
“Joonie, please…” you rolled your hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you. It drove him absolutely wild…
So wild, that he slipped his fingers out of you and sat up on his knees, gripping the waistband of your underwear in both fists and tearing the fabric apart. He’d never done that before, not in the entire time you had dated before but my god your heart pounded in your chest.
With your underwear in tatters and tossed somewhere else, there was nothing between you anymore. And after that little display, you had to have him – now.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you brought him back down to you, showing your desperation when you parted your legs for him and moaned against his lips at the contact from the head of his swollen cock against your core.
He loved your moans, could get high from them. With every one he needed more, like an addict. He needed another hit.
Slowly, he lined himself up, the head of his cock catching on your waiting hole, and he pushed inside you. The stretch felt like heaven, his girth not a surprise, of course, but always so welcome. He made sure you were comfortable, all the time still kissing you with clear intent. He was slow, meticulous, and very aware of your pleasure despite his own being unbearably good.
A low groan rumbled in his chest as he bottomed out, completely sheathed inside your warmth, and hugged so tightly by your walls. He felt himself pulsing, his body willing him to continue, so let him feel.
It took no encouragement at all for him to begin his movements, his hips rolling in long, languid strokes that drove you wild with desire.
“M-missed you so much,” he stuttered, attaching himself to your neck and suckling lightly. God, he wanted to leave pretty marks there, darkening your skin at his will but he thought better of it. He didn’t want the questions from the others, the obvious speculation surrounding them all over TV and social media.
“I know, Joon… Missed you too,” you keened, arms around his neck and playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck – a little thing to focus on to keep you grounded. With how good he was making you feel, you needed grounding or it would all be over far too quickly.
But with each stroke, it was getting harder to stave off the impending high – for the both of you. Namjoon could feel the way your body fluttered around him, how you would tighten every so often when he hit a precise spot and it was driving him to distraction.
No other words needed exchanging, not when Namjoon looked up at you and connected your gazes – his face told you everything you needed to know, and yours for him. He knew that at the end of all of this, there was a possibility he could lose you all over again. His heart ached at the thought, but he had answers now at the very least. Whether he had done enough in the past few weeks to win you over again wasn’t clear, but he so hoped so.
He knew of your past with Jungkook, how much that had hurt you. He knew from open conversations with him that he was different now, no matter how he presented himself. He wondered if you’d rather try again with Jungkook or himself, or if you’d wipe the slate clean and start something new with Changkyun.
But he hoped you could read his mind, just in that moment, and could hear him telling you how much he absolutely still loved you. Hope was all he had, and he’d be damned if he let that go.
But he had to push that aside and focus on the here and now, and how incredible it felt to be with you again in the most intimate way possible.
He managed to snake a hand down between the two of you, his fingers toying with your sensitive clit. Your eyes rolled back at the new sensation, hands toying with his hair curling into fists holding onto absolutely nothing. He made a mental note to grow it out a little again if you chose him, wishing he hadn’t cut it to feel your fingers pulling at his hair the way you used to.
Your moans grew louder, more frequent, and he could feel you squeezing him with every thrust over and over again. It was getting harder to ignore the heat in your stomach, building and building with such intensity. Namjoon was losing his mind, thrusts becoming harder and faster, his fingers working their magic. He was chasing your high instead of his own, staving it off to give you what you wanted, what you deserved.
“J-Joon, I can’t-“ you panted, dangling on the edge.
“It’s… It’s okay baby. I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he cooed. His encouragement sealed your fate, and you just let go.
Pleasure burst inside of you like a firework. Your moans turned to cries, your arms and legs tightened impossibly around Namjoon and your eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t stop his movements, still working you through your orgasm, giving you the best he could muster. It was a struggle, keeping his pace when you were tightening to much around him and writhing underneath him. Nothing could possibly turn him on more…
But it wasn’t until you came down again that he really picked his pace back up, able to steady himself to bring his own end. You coaxed it out of him, peppering kisses to his lips, his jaw, his neck, hands all over his body as you lazily induced as much pleasure from him as possible.
“Cum, Joonie…” you cooed in his ear, pressing another kiss to his neck just below before regaining eye contact with him. His eyes were hooded, lust clear in them as he drank you in – sweaty, sleepy but so beautiful.
With one final, deep kiss he lost his rhythm, hips stuttering as he came inside you, whimpering against your lips. You held him close, kissed him through it, letting him enjoy those last few thrusts until he couldn’t do anymore. Totally spent, he lowered himself gently to lay against your side, his length slipping from between your legs and softening contentedly.
You held him close to you, both of you exhausted and in your own little thought bubbles. Namjoon couldn’t help but think of the end of the show, wondering who you might pick, if it could be him. After such an incredible high with you, he was terrified he was hurtling towards another low when you chose someone else.
And you? Well, you were more conflicted than ever, imagining every possible scenario in your end for that final show. Each of them getting that winning rose, each of them having several different reactions. It played out like a movie scene over and over in your mind and you were absolutely terrified of the outcome of each.
As you lay with Namjoon, you wrestled with so many emotions. Comfort, happiness, fear, sadness, heartbreak, adoration; but one settled in the pit of your stomach, perhaps the bitterest of all of them to swallow.
Guilt.
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On the morning of that final day, you lay in your own bed alone. You figured if you just stayed there, time would stop and you wouldn’t have to make that horrible decision. You wouldn’t have to let down two people you adored – two you hadn’t even made your mind up on yet.
You’d barely slept, tossing and turning until the early hours when your poor mind had had enough and simply couldn’t stay awake any longer.
Namjoon; the love of your life, the one that got away. The one you had ruined. The one you never got over.
Jungkook; the bad-boy recovered addict. The party animal, ladies’ man. The heartthrob you fell for, and now cannot deny a connection with.
Changkyun; the stoic newbie. The sweetheart introvert. The passionately defensive you had grown to adore.
Your head span with the different possibilities, imagining lives with each of them outside of the villa. What would living with each of them be like? What kind of life could you picture with them?
With Namjoon, you imagined very much picking up where you left off. Integrating back into his life, his friends, his family merging back with your own. In six months or so, being able to laugh about the stupid mistake you had made. Perhaps after a year, a proposal, two a marriage, maybe a kid or two. It was so easy to imagine it with Namjoon, because you had been here before. You already knew what you wanted with him – but what if you couldn’t move past the separation? What if he held it over your head, even unconsciously?
A life with Jungkook was harder to imagine… You kept coming back to the life you left behind so many years ago. The parties that went on until the sun rose, the drugs you found yourself so willing to partake in, the jealousy followed by the passionate make-up sex. But you were so young then, so naïve. You fell for his bad boy act, and at face value Jungkook was still a bad boy. However, you couldn’t disregard his progress.
Upon seeing him on that first day, you immediately noticed he’d filled out from the skinnier muscled man you remembered. The dark circles he used to wear under his eyes daily had vanished, the pale and translucent skin much more opaque now, no longer tinted by the blue of his veins beneath the surface. He looked well, and you must conclude that he was sober – from the drugs, at least. But the ladies’ man in him, his intimidating aura and possessiveness… well, they very much still seemed present.
But you couldn’t deny that connection, that passion and attraction. And after spending time with him again in the villa, you were sure it may have grown to some genuine feelings.
A future with Changkyun? Well, that felt a little more unknown. Of course, you didn’t have experience in dating him. He was the new guy, the only one left who wasn’t a past boyfriend. Getting to know him had been like uncovering a new part of a Russian doll, exposing the artwork underneath each layer as you stripped him of his exterior walls.
He would come across as uncaring, unbothered in the beginning with a cold manner, but the more you put into your relationship, the more you saw his introverted self. He was sweet, despite speaking his mind often. He would seem to be arrogant, judgemental even but you knew now that he wasn’t – not at all. This was a man who liked to be held, to be touched, to be close to the person he loved.
A life with him seemed like an exciting prospect, full of unknowns and of firsts. The pages of those chapters were empty, just waiting to be written. There was no past to worry about, no expectations based on the way things used to be.
But no matter what you imagination could cook up about all three of them, you knew one thing was certain – you loved all three.
As you struggled, wrestling with your mind for an immeasurable amount of time in bed, avoiding what was beyond your bedroom door, you heard a light knock on the wood. Three rasps.
You sat bolt upright, eyes wide. You weren’t sure who was on the other side, but you didn’t want to see anyone right now, didn’t want to admit that anything else existed outside these four walls. But your natural reflex was to shout to them, allowing them entry.
Your door creaked open slowly, and a black mop of hair peaked around and smiled at you softly.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Jungkook cooed, hovering behind the door. “Do you mind if I come in?” He chewed his lip ring anxiously, waiting.
“Yeah, sure.” Your smile was weak, and Jungkook noticed. He wondered what you were thinking before he came along, if you were doing okay given the gravity of the situation you found yourself in today. He had no idea if you’d chosen, or if you were stuck on your choice. Not knowing anything was killing him.
But he shuffled over to sit on the edge of your bed, shutting the door behind him. He carried a little wooden box in his hand, locked with a gold hook clasp.
For a moment, he didn’t look at you. He simply stared at the box in his hands, perhaps trying to find the words to begin the conversation he’d been holding off on having the whole time you were here.
Jungkook wasn’t one for feeling vulnerable. He wasn’t good at that, never liked to feel small. You knew this was probably something to do with his childhood, but even in your two year long relationship, he’d been particularly vague about that too.
But he had to force himself to come to you today, to tell you what he needed to before it was too late. ‘This isn’t about you, Jungkook. This is for her,’ he had told himself. And then he found his way here, all practise of the words he wanted to say vanished from his head.
“Are you alright, Jungkook?” you asked after the silence seemed to go on for just a touch too long.
“Yeah, yeah… I just-“ he began, but paused for thought again. “Well first, I wanted to apologise to you. For the other day, with Changkyun. I guess I was annoyed that we’d been interrupted, but when he called me that, I just… it hurt, and I saw red. I’m working on that, I swear.” His eyes met yours as he was speaking, and you could see a sincerity there. His eyes seemed wide, almost childlike. You got glimpses of this part of him when you were together, and you learned that this was the face of truth for him. You trusted his word when he looked at you like this, because he had nowhere to hide.
“I understand, it’s not a nice word. He was out of line for that…” you agreed, reaching your palm out to his shoulder to give him a reassuring squeeze.
“Yeah… Well, we talked it out. I apologised, he apologised. We’re square.”
“I’m glad,” you smiled, but Jungkook could see the weakness still in it.
“But, I have more to apologise for – especially to you. I mean, I ruined your life,” he chuckled, with absolutely no humour to it whatsoever. “I stole from you, I made you jealous, played you. I didn’t cheat, but for all the emotional trauma I caused you I may as well have… I was a shit, ____. I’m so sorry.”
His wide eyes seemed glassy, like he was fighting back tears of regret. You hadn’t expected an apology of this nature from him, nor did you realise you needed one until he’d spoken it. But there was closure on that era now, and a slight weight from your shoulders. The fact he was even acknowledging what he had done showed growth, because you remembered vividly the insane denial he was in when you chose to leave.
“I forgive you, Jungkook.”
His head, that had dropped with his apology in shame, snapped up to look back at you.
“Y-You don’t have to… I understand if you don’t, I was such a-“
“Jungkook,” you stopped him, holding his chin in place to look at you, “I forgive you,” you said again. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, threatening to spill, and pulled you into a hug. His arms wrapped around you so strongly, like he’d been so desperate to hear you forgive him. He let a few of his tears go, whispering a ‘thank you’ into your hair as you rubbed his back.
“I, um… I wanted to show you something,” he started as he let go, sitting upright and wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Part of me worries that you might still see me as that junkie,” his nose scrunched at the word, “that addict… I wouldn’t blame you, but here,” he handed you the box he brought in with him.
You looked at him with confusion, but he nodded at you to open it, and so you unhooked the clasp, and lifted the lid.
Inside were an abundance of what looked like coins, golden and shimmering like they’d been recently cleaned, kept with care. As you picked one up, you read the inscription.
‘To thine own self be true,’ it read around the edge, with a triangle in the middle. On each edge of the triangle, ‘Unity’, ‘Service’ and ‘Recovery’. And inside it, the number one.
“That’s from day one, my welcome chip,” he explained. You looked up at him, realising what this meant.
“Narcotics anonymous?” you asked. He nodded. A swell of pride flourished in your chest.
You put the coin back, and started to drag your fingers through the rest of them, and there were a lot… One month, two months, six months, a year, two years, right the way up to five years. Five years.
“There’s a few welcome chips in there, a couple of one months… I relapsed a few times, but now it’s been over five years,” he explained. “I learned a lot about myself in that time, ____. And I’ve made the mistake of not showing you that side of me while I’ve been here.
“I guess I showed you the same Jungkook you fell for in college, but we’re not kids anymore,” he chuckled at that. “I should have shown you the new me from the start – the same Jungkook, but mature now. Well, to an extent…” he winked at you, still playful. “I know what I did wrong, I mean… our relationship was thrilling but Jesus, it was so unhealthy. We were like a couple from Euphoria or some shit, y’know?” he laughed.
“That’s exactly what it was,” you joked. A moment went by whilst the quiet settled, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers over the shine of the coins in your lap. “I’m really proud of you, Kook.”
You smiled at each other, a silent understanding between the two of you.
“I couldn’t let you go without giving you some kind of closure, ____. I’m sorry it took this long,” he reached for your hand, holding it gently in his. “If you don’t choose me today, that’s okay. The most important thing about all of this was making sure you could close the door on that chapter now. All I want is for you to be happy, whether that’s with me or with somebody else. I’ll keep working on myself either way.”
You sniffled, wiping away the few stray tears that dripped down your cheeks. You hadn’t realised you needed this, but you really did. You had healed as much as possible in the years since you left him, but this? It felt like the final stitch in an open wound.
“Thank you,” you sighed, before leaning into him to give him a soft kiss. Jungkook’s shoulders dropped, tension flowing out of him as he kissed you back.
And Jungkook simply left you to it, taking his little box of sobriety coins with him but leaving you with a slight morsel of clarity, but an immense sense of pride.
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Sat in the make-up trailer, you still weren’t sure who the hell you were going to pick. As the stylists worked on your hair and painted your face, you stared at yourself in the mirror.
Your mind raced as fast as your poor heart, beating like a hummingbird’s wings in your chest. In no less than 10 minutes, you’d be walking down the path in the rose garden, confronting the three men you knew you loved in front of a live audience or God knows how many at home.
To them this was just a reality show, but to you? This was your reality. This was your life, your feelings and theirs too – Changkyun, Namjoon and Jungkook.
Three men you adored, that you wanted to keep in your lives but after today, two of them would blink from existence again.
“Five minute call!” someone shouted outside the trailer, and a swarm of butterflies erupted in your stomach. The stylists stepped away from you, ushering you towards the rack of dresses you’d worn throughout the season for each rose ceremony, the final one hanging on the end.
A simple, wine-red, floor-length gown that clung to your waist and fell to the floor, corseted at the back for a sleek fit with a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder sleeves. Elegant, beautiful, sexy – exactly what you would expect from a season finale dress.
But you could barely focus on how you looked right now, or what you were wearing. The butterflies in your stomach were too violent, throwing themselves at your stomach walls desperate to escape. You understood – if only you could escape too.
With only two minutes left, a member of the production crew helped you step down from the trailer in your heels, and walked you to your hidden spot at the end of the path to the rose garden. You could hear the distant chatter of the host, but kept your eye on the production crew who listened to his headset intently, and began counting you down on his fingers.
He hit one, and you began to walk the path, steadily, ignoring those damn butterflies. You took your place, facing the three men you’d brought this far into the competition. They each smiled at you, but clearly all absolutely terrified.
Next to you was a table, with a small purple table cloth draped over it, and a single red rose resting, waiting for you to make your choice.
“Welcome, ____. You look beautiful, this evening,” the host welcomed you.
“Thank you,” you smiled sweetly.
“So…” he began, “this is it! In front of you, three bachelors. Only one of which, you will choose as your bachelor. _____, how are you feeling right now?”
You knew that question was coming, merely a formality of the show, but you had no idea how to answer it.
Sick. Terrified. Guilty. Torn.
“Just trying to stay calm, I think,” you joked, “This isn’t easy at all…”
The host shot you a sympathetic look. “No, I’m sure it isn’t… But ____, the time has come. If you’d like to pick up your rose…”
You did as instructed, reaching for the delicate flower and holding it gently between your fingers.
“In your own time, you must walk to your bachelor of choice, and hand over the rose.”
You’d been told beforehand that ‘in your own time’, meant you had to address each of the men individually, say a little something then take a bit of a breath before you made your choice. TV magic, of course. All so they had time to signal you, to match the tension music that only the audience could hear, to build the atmosphere.
To you, it sounded like deafening silence.
You turned to the first of the three, Changkyun.
“Changkyun…” you began.
“Hey ____,” he smiled sweetly. He looked fantastic as always, a dark navy shirt tucked into grey pants.
“I’d like to say thank you, for opening up to me and letting me break down those walls. It means a lot that you trust me,” you said. You hadn’t practised any of this, just letting yourself speak from the heart – there was no possible way you could have planned lines to memorise when your head had been racing all day.
“Of course, you made it easy,” he said, kissing his fingertips and blowing an air kiss your way. You smiled and looked down at your feet as you turned to the middle man – Jungkook.
You sighed, shoulders dropped as you looked at him – classic Jungkook, all in black.
“I can’t believe the change in you, Jungkook. I’d always hoped you could do it, for yourself. I’m so proud,” you smiled sincerely.
“You were the wake up call I needed, ____. Thank you.”
And finally, you turned to Namjoon. He looked effortlessly timeless, a black suit with a white shirt, the top button undone.
He looked visibly terrified, more nervous than the other two seemed to be. But then, maybe they were just better at hiding it. Jungkook had been hiding his truth the whole time after all, and Changkyun? Well, he too was able to mask his emotions if he felt too vulnerable.
But Namjoon wore his heart on his sleeve, and that was evident now.
“Namjoon,” you started, “I’m glad you came here.” And honestly, you so were. The air had been cleared, and you could see his growth since you had split too, his commitment to himself unwavering.
“I’m glad I did too, ____.”
The exchange was so simple, but loaded with so much that the viewers could only guess at given the footage of your talk, your argument and your passionate night together – minus the sex, of course. There had to be limits to where and when the cameras were rolling.
And now, the moment of silence to build the tension…
But your brain wasn’t silent. Instead, your brain went through every scenario again, from the past weeks in the villa, the lives you had already shared with two of them, the resolutions, the new love, the images of the possible futures…
You looked at each of them again, eyes darting between them all but Jungkook caught your eye…
He was the only one smiling, the one who didn’t look nervous. When your gaze stopped on him, his smile grew a little. Not out of cockiness, or because he thought he’d won. But what it really was, was an acceptance.
‘It’s okay,’ he mouthed to you. ‘I’m okay’.
He wanted you to know that if you didn’t choose him? That’s okay. He knew. He knew he wasn’t the one, but he had made his peace with you. He did what he came here to do, and he was happy.
You smiled and nodded slightly, understanding.
And then you took a moment, just a flash of time, to look at all three of them at once, taking all of it in.
But it became so clear, the more you looked at them all. You knew who you wanted, who you wanted all this time. And it came down to one very simple thing.
The future.
Who could you see spending your future with. Who did you want a life with?
The producer behind one of the cameras gave you your signal, and with a deep breath, your feet started to carry you.
Your head was finally quiet, the raging war inside at a ceasefire. This made sense to you, and you almost kicked yourself for not seeing it sooner. You needed that clarity though, that moment with all three of them in front of you, imagining the future you could have with all of them individually but able to really see them.
Your feet stopped, and you looked up.
It took everything in you not to laugh – his expression was one of comedic shock and disbelief.
“M-me?” he stuttered.
“You. Always you,” you replied, reaching for his hand and wrapping it around yours that held the rose.
“I want you to have this rose, Namjoon.”
His shock turned to a grin, his eyes filling with tears as he wrapped his fingers around yours, stepping a little closer to you.
Of course, it was Namjoon. It had to be him. It had always been him. You were picturing your future with him just weeks after you had met for the first time. And the thing was, that picture hadn’t changed.
He was still him, except the growth he had made personally was exactly what you had hoped for, exactly the kind of man you knew he would grow into. You realised he had been proving you right, living out the future you had planned for the two of you despite you not being in it.
But you wanted to be, and you knew you could be. The rest of your fantasy was just waiting to become reality.
“I never stopped loving you,” you cried, your own tears starting to fall as he held you.
“Neither did I. I’m so glad I found you again,” he grinned, leaning into you to give you a soft kiss. Now he knew you were his again, he was yours.
About now, the credits had started to roll on the scene, little snippets of singular interviews playing alongside the live scenes to the viewers.
You pulled apart, and turned to the other two who had graciously been applauding the two of you. Jungkook, smiling widely, happy for you. Changkyun smiling too, although a little more disappointed than Jungkook.
But you turned to hug them anyway, bringing them in to apologise – although the audience couldn’t hear it over the credits – whilst they each took turns shaking hands, giving one armed hugs and accepting their positions now.
The dust was settled, and the choice had been made. Even Changkyun had to admit, it felt like the obvious choice. Much like Jungkook, seeing you happy was quite enough for him, whether he loved you or not.
And it was. Namjoon was your obvious choice. The right choice. The one that felt right in your mind, that calmed the butterflies when you stood in front of the three of them.
You would never make the same mistake you had before. He was the love of your life, he had been since you fell for him the first time.
But your time in the villa proved that you had fallen for him again, harder than before. The foundation of a relationship felt sturdy, now.
You were satisfied with your choice. You loved Namjoon, and he loved you.
Always had. Always will.
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synopsis: flirting with your crush of 3 years wasn’t something you thought of when first getting twitter, a nasty breakup wasn’t what you expected either… but why is it that 3 years later, your gym buddy reminds you of him?
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truth or dare
pairing: hellokittylover/coquette!oc x boxer!jk
genre: angst, fluff
‧₊˚🎧⊹♡— are you playing? truth or dare
synopsis: rumor has it that jungkook is entertaining other girl(s)
word count: 3.3k
warnings: angsty, oc got: attachment issues, daddy issues [like the author], etc. oc is also kinda dumb (and broken) but she’s figuring shit out, lowkey she’s that bitch, jealous!oc, side characters were kinda introduced, mention of jk making out w/ another girl, jk’s character is complex: one sec he’s a playboy and another sec he’s down bad for oc?, open ending, unedited
a/n: this took place when jk and oc were in 2 month situationship and still getting to know one another! so their boundary wasn’t clear..
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Everything seems to be a dream as soon as you wake up on another glorious day.
you’ve never felt so energized like this before. it’s a little strange to say but, you even feel like you’ve been reborn for some unknown reason. maybe today is going to be a good day for you.
well let’s see.. you’re off from work plus you basically got nothing to do other than clean your room a little for a little bit and to just chill around!
one of the first things you do as soon as you wake up is stare at your phone, particularly to see if jungkook has sent you a message yet as he always never fails to not. a simple yet sweet “good morning pretty :)” and “did my baby girl sleep well?” can add a bright color to your day. it shows that he cares and that he’s thinking about you too.
the anticipated message from your comfort person unexpectedly did not pop out in your notification. it kind of threw you off. jungkook never misses sending you at least one message, precisely at 8:30 every morning. even in the mornings where he had a boxing match the night before. today is indeed such a strange day.
you’re in no position to be sad just because he didn’t message you. in fact, you’re not, you’re just surprised, or so you think. at the same time, you shouldn’t be in shock owing to the fact that there’s no label between you and jungkook. indeed there’s something going on with you and him, whatever that would be except for being girlfriend and boyfriend.
you often ask yourself where you two stand. for you, it’s indistinct to identify what you are to him. all you know is that he is someone special to you. jungkook makes you feel like you’re the prettiest girl in the whole universe every time he’s around you. it’s the way he articulates his words when speaking to you. you can’t explain it.
you’re more than aware that you’re growing emotional attachment to him. getting used to his affection and now that you didn’t receive a message from him to start off your day, it dismays you. although you’re not sure if there's a hidden motive beyond those gut feeling, you choose to ignore it and start typing on your keyboard.
good morning my ggukie!!
r u free today?? kinda wanna hang out with you >o<
delivered | 9:01 am
since you didn’t establish any kind of plan that you’ll be doing today, you’re thinking of inviting him over. you have lots of things to show him, things you purchased when you went shopping with your best friend who also happens to lives next door, Yun-jin
speaking of her before you even forget, you have to call and ask her how her night went from clubbing last night. she initially invited and forced you to go. but your thousands of homeworks and seventy other things on your checklist didn’t permit you to go. partying is always fun, especially with her, but you have to stay focused on your priorities.
you find her inbox off your message app, the first thing you saw was her latest message from this morning
im aliveeeeeeebwwkwwjhskw
sent at 3:33 am
it made you chuckle lightly. she’s completely wasted. there’s no point of calling her as she’s probably still down. so, you decided to pull up to her apartment, bring a few painkillers with you. you’ll bet seven grand that her hangover is going to be so bad.
opening the door using the key she gave you, you spot her laying on the cream and fluffy rug in her cozy white themed living room. you quickly make your way towards her.
“yunny wake up” you said, gently rubbing her back. “i brought you some painkillers, take them quickly” handling her a couple of pain relievers.
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you’re currently searching for breakfast in her mini fridge, something yun-jin can eat so she’ll feel better. your poor friend is a complete mess as she lazily walks toward the counter in front of you.
“last night was so fun, you should’ve come,” she murmurs, hopping on the bar stool as she watches you cook her breakfast. “Jaeyun won’t stop asking me about you.”
oh you almost forget about him. Jaeyun is Yun-jin’s childhood friend who has a huge interest in you. well that’s what Yun-jin has told you, but you swore to her that you won’t tell him that you know. back in your senior year of high school, you mostly have the same classes as him. oftentimes you two hang out and study together in a local cafe. you enjoy his company a lot, but only as friends. just when you and Jungkook started talking, your friendship with Jaeyun unintentionally grew apart. you lowkey miss hanging out with him. anyways, you take a mental note to check up on him later.
yun-jin tells you more about what you’ve missed. most of them are about the hot guys that she encountered in the night club. that’s not new to you because she’s always out there looking out for hotties.
“oh i forgot to tell you, you remember Blythe? she’s wildin’ last night too” of course, how could you forget about the girl who spreads malicious rumors about you? you genuinely don’t know what’s up with her as she constantly talks shit about you though you never know her personally. to you, she’s just a friend of a friend and some type of hater. indeed, it’s a one- sided beef. she is also known for making out with multiple guys and god knows what at every party she’s in.
“my god, who was her target last night??” you interestedly asked. you and yun-jin have a silly habit of keeping track of her targets. you two soon discover that she goes for the basketball players and athletic guys in general.
“I don't think we’ve seen the guy in a club before but I’ve heard he does underground boxing.” she said as her eyes glanced to her left, trying to recollect her memory. Jungkook might be familiar with the mysterious man. he could be either in his circle or one of his opponents.
you just hum, you expected she’ll go for another basketball player. you guess she’s trying something new.
“but girl, let me tell you. the boxer guy looked so drunk and she was dry humping on him like a damn get a fucking room bro” she adds more details on the tea, while pretending to cry as she covers her eyes.
“wait was the guy totally intoxicated ?” you ask as cracking the eggs on the hot pan.
“No, he was still responding back to her, running his hands around her body and stuff.” you’re glad you didn’t see that yourself, or else you’ll cringe. your friend giving you a summary of how the night went is enough. still, it’s entertaining. for a while.
“let me see if she posted something on her IG” yun-jin utters, pulling out her phone from her pocket.
she taps on her screen multiple times, and finally she finds a story that the girl posted. “look, she posted this”
and with that, yun-jin faces the phone your way. you take a glance on her screen, showing you a low exposure photo of the girl sitting on the uknown guy’s lap. her face is showing while his face wasn't captured. the blurry image seems normal. until your eyes examine the familiar tatted arm that’s wrapped around the girl’s torso. you swear you’ve seen those tattoos before. it takes you a while to recognize the ink into the deep layer of their skin.
then it hits you— those not-so-foreign tattoos belong to jungkook, your jungkook.
oh. your heart suddenly drops.
your eyes lock with the phone screen surface longer than the usual, by which makes your friend frown.
“hey, what’s wrong?” Yun-jin concernedly ask
maybe that’s why he hasn’t texted you yet. maybe he slept wit—
“y/n? you ok?” your friend calls for you again, interrupting your thoughts, though they didn’t fully vanish.
shifting your eyes to her, you blink rapidly “yeah, i’m completely ok,” swallowing your lies away. you can feel your eyes watering, and you don't want your friend to see you break down.
after cooking her breakfast, you decided to head back. “I forgot that I have something to do, I’ll go now” you rapidly put your shoes on
‘she’s not eating this breakfast with me?’ Yun-jin thinks as she watches you leave her apartment.
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As soon as you get back to your apartment, you walk towards your bedroom. immediately, you throw yourself on the bed.
“I’m so stupid” you groan as you kick the baby pink multi layer bedsheets on your bed.
and once again, you can’t explain this bothersome feeling. anger? feeling betrayed? jealousy? sadness? all of the above?
you can’t understand. no, you’re trying to understand in the midst of confusion.
you really like him, you really do. and he says he likes you too. he even confessed his feelings to you first! since then, it was safe to assume that you two will establish a label soon. you were so sure of it, until now.
how.. how come he’s with another woman?
the more you think about, the more you feel the sting in your heart. the unpleasant emotion is spreading inside your system, it’s urging you to throw up. you find yourself removing dead skin out of your cuticle using your thumbnail, a habit which you only do to relieve anxiety.
you have so many questions that need to be answered. were the feelings he felt about you real? or was he just playing you? or did he just forget that you exist in his life last night? or did he just lose interest in you? these questions bring out your inner conflicts. so many questions you’re afraid to know the real answers of.
just before the skin next to your cuticle bleeds, your focus shifts to the triple loud ping coming from your phone. Of course, those messages belong to the one person who you least likely want to face right now.
morning pretty
sorry just woke up, having a severe hangover rn
still down to hang out? I can pull up a little later
sent at 11:59 am
his text confirms your suspicion, proving that he was drinking heavily last night. you can’t stand seeing him today. you will just cancel your initial plan and make up some lame excuse.
nvm, we can just hang out another time.
no, erase that. you’ll avoid him from now on, there won’t be another time!
nvm, I feel sick. please don’t come over.
seen at 12:00 pm
my poor baby, i’ll take care of u
sent | 12:01 pm
no need, thanks tho
delivered | 12:01 pm
not being in the mood to keep talking to him, you send the last message before putting your phone on ‘do not disturb’ mode. leaving jungkook’s messages unseen
considering that your day has been ruined, you choose to shut down the world and take a long nap.
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on the other hand, jungkook definitely notices how cold you turned out to be. maybe it's the time of the month for you. thus, today his mission is to grab things you typically crave for: brown sugar milk tea, some sweet pastries from your favorite bakery shop, and finally, the icing to add on top, a bouquet of white roses.
jungkook usually pampers you with a bunch of food and affection. that’s why he pays attention and takes mental notes (or even notes on his phone) of tiny details about you. it satisfies him to see you all spoiled.
that’s the reason why he jumps out of his messy bed and initiates to get ready. starting off his usual morning routine by taking a cold shower. not much time after, he applies his skincare.
Jungkook hears loud chatters of two men talking from his living room as he walks out of his bedroom. he opens the door and perceives his hyungs chilling by his couch.
“yah jungkook, that chick you brought from last night was way out of control” Jimin complains as soon as jungkook enters the living room.
“yeah kook, kicking her out at 3 in the morning wasn’t a good idea. she’s loud as hell and I had to deal with one of your neighbors' complaints again” Taehyung, who was their designated driver, added annoyingly.
“whose chick?” jungkook confusedly asks.
“yours” both of his hyungs exclaim in unison, which the youngest responds with a shrug.
to be honest, Jungkook doesn’t remember shit from last night. he can recollect some memories, but not a whole bunch. drinks. yes, he drank a lot. there was this girl he randomly made out with, however he can’t remember her name or what she looks like. not that she’s relevant to him anyways.
jungkook chooses to not care about the insignificance, he could spend his time better than that. and by the word better, he spends time thinking about you.
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the constant sound from your doorbell that’s been ringing for who-knows-how-long wakes you up from your wonderful nap.
you gently rubbing your eyes, then you tap the screen of your cellular to see the time; 3:59 pm.
shit, how long were you out for? no idea. you look at your window and see the raindrops rolling down the glass. it was just sunny before you drifted to sleep a few hours ago.
down below to your screen, you notice jungkook messages and a few missed calls from earlier and just now.
7 missed calls from 🐰
55 mins ago
I’ll stay for the night so I can take care of you
delivered | 12:03 pm
just grabbing few things for my baby and I’ll be there soon.
delivered | 12:30 pm
it’s raining heavily and now I’m stuck in traffic
delivered | 1:01 pm
I’m here!
delivered | 1:44 pm
baby? are you home? I'm here
delivered | 1:51 pm
don’t know where u at but I’ll be here waiting at your front door :(
delivered | 1:56 pm
after reading his texts, you rush to the door. there’s no way that man will wait for those hours outside your front doo-
indeed, he’s in front of your door, waiting for you to open up to him as he’s sitting on the ground. besides him, a couple of light brown paper bags, his backpack, and a bouquet of flowers are also laying on the cold cement.
“hi my pretty!” he cheerfully greeted you, rushing to get up from the ground. jungkook walks up to you with a smile full of relief and happiness as if he wasn’t wasting his time for two hours waiting for you right there.
you attempt to avoid his gaze, your eyes examine his black long sleeve that really fits him nice and is damp.
“come in, you should change your clothes.” you mutter coldy
it’s inevitable to not be concerned that he got wet from the rain. Even if you don’t wanna let him in, it will guilt you if he gets ill.
jungkook does what he was told, gathering all the stuff he brings with him and steps into your flat. he feels the strange coldness as soon as he lands his eyes on yours. something isn’t right. something is wrong with you.
He settles his things by your couch and changes into a new oversized t-shirt in front of you. after changing, he reaches for the paper bags to show you the things he got.
“look baby, I got you your favorite drink, some pastries, i know how much you lov-”
“thank you, but you shouldn’t have. I told you to not come” your stern voice cuts him off before he finishes his sentence. you’re trying to keep your cool. your tone is full of nothing but seriousness. not a hint of sweetness in them, which makes jungkook tilt his head on the side, confused by your odd attitude.
“but baby, I just wanted to be here to take care of you.” he insists. by all means, he won’t listen to what you say.
“I hate when you do this” you sigh
“did i do something wrong? are you mad at me?” he attempts to reach you, but you’re too quick to avoid his touch. “tell me what’s wrong baby, please” Jungkook added once more. he doesn’t understand why you avoid him.
“do you treat your other girls like this too?” you ask, eyes shooting lasers at his. an anger rushes through you as the thoughts of him spoiling girls other than you.
“my pretty, what are you talking about?” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, looking down closely to you. where are you getting these notions from?
“my friend saw you last night”
it took him a couple seconds to remember
“listen to me baby, whoever I was with, she meant nothing” Jungkook defends himself quickly, reaching for your hand, trying to reassure you that she’s insignificant.
it’s not working.
“I just wish you could’ve told me we weren’t exclusive.” you said wipe a tear from your upper cheek before it could roll down further.
“or maybe I was just dumb to assume we were since you initially told me you liked me, I'm sorry, I don’t really know how this whole thing works” you dryly chuckle, honestly admitting to him that you’ve never been in this type of complicated situation before. now you feel like a fool, getting mad at him for something you can’t hold against him.
jungkook shakes his head, reaching for you one more time, placing his gentle on the side of your face, caressing it. you did nothing as you stood still.
“no, i’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I do like you. I still do and that won’t change. I was just so drunk last night and could barely remember what happened. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
but somewhere deep down is telling you that he’s only sorry because he got caught.
“you’re free to do whatever you want, Jungkook. I don’t think we’re on the same page so it will be best if we don’t see each other anymore” you articulate as best as you could.
you don’t want to let him go, due to the fact that you’re growing so much feelings towards him. it’s almost as if you’re enamored. but that’s also the same reason why you must let him go. you must, or you’ll get hurt deeper.
“y/n, please don’t say that”
“No, you know how much I like you. you know how much I value you. yet in return, I feel like I’m just a plaything to you that you can play with whenever you want.”
“that’s not true baby, you know that” Jungkook protests, shaking his head. the main problem is you don't. you absolutely have no idea of his motives for pursuing you. is he doing it because he's falling for you too? or he's just playing one of those games. those dangerous games you won't involve yourself with.
he’s looking for words to proves you that his feelings were genuine, but fails to. maybe because he never knows how to show his real feelings. or maybe he was never genuine to start with.
"I'm not one of your playthings. so just— ” you pause, shifting your eyes on the ground. “go away"
Jungkook locks his gaze to you, hoping you will look back at him and take back what you said. but he can read you face and make it seem like he’s not welcome there anymore.
without any words, he leaves, leaving you accompanied with melancholy.
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Spark
Pairing JungkookxPregnant!reader
Rating PG
Genre/Tropes fluff, first time dad Jungkook established relationship
Warnings None it's all soft and sweet. JK is amazed at his wife.
WC 450
Crosspost AO3 - herecomessatvrn
Summary You and Jungkook unwind after a long day and you feel your baby move in your belly for the first time.
A/N Thank you @minttangerines for the prompt! I was immediately inspired to write this when I saw your ask. I wrote it on my phone, so it's probably very poorly edited and formatted. I'll fix it later. Fixed the formatting and did some minor edits. <3
I hope you enjoy!!
After the long day you had, coming home to a calm and quiet house was a soothing balm to your weary mind and body. Long gone were the typical queasy mornings that you knew to expect, only replaced by the intense fatigue as you worked to create and support the small spark of life within your belly.
Jungkook was ecstatic. The boyish wonder that lit up his handsome face when the news of your pregnancy was fresh made you grin, and had your heart soaring. Although there wasn't even a hint of a bump, he still liked to gently place his hands across your stomach, so sure that he could feel what your love had created.
In the quiet evening, after dinner, you two had settled into the sofa to watch a favorite movie. Your head in your husband's lap as he gently carded his fingers through your hair. You hummed and sighed happily. Eyes closed and just content to listen to the well known words and your husband's sweet gentle voice as he sang along with the music.
In that moment of peace, a strange sensation from your stomach caused your eyes to fly open. You cautiously and gently pressed your hand to your rounded stomach, wondering if perhaps dinner didn't agree with you.
And it happened again. That was most certainly not dinner. You rolled into your back carefully and looked up at your husband.
"Hey, bun..."
He hummed without looking down at you, and you pulled his hand down from your hair to your stomach.
"I think it's starting to move."
You stayed still, hoping that it would happen again with his hand still there.
"What?"
You most certainly had his attention now, the movie easily forgotten. You smiled fondly at him as his eyes grew wide, now eagerly waiting to feel something.
"I am like, 85 percent sure, that it- the baby, move."
You were so scared that talking, or even breathing would make it not happen again. But Jungkook shifted, and now both hands were splayed across your stomach, waiting. Until he gasped.
"I felt it!"
His voice was soft and filled with awe. Up until now, it didn't quite feel real. Though you had the images, that yes, there most certainly was a baby, you both felt it. You felt the hot sting of tears welling in your eyes, and before one had a chance to roll down your cheek, he brushed it away gently with his thumb.
"That's our baby."
"I love you so much. You're so amazing!" The rest of the night was spent with both of your hands resting gently together, and your baby's gentle reminders that they were there too.
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Driving lesson || Jungkook (Under Your Skin)
pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader || Under Your Skin couple
w.c.: 1.6k
Warnings: None. Just them making us feel single af
Summary: Jungkook had been insisting for a few weeks for you to get a driving license, or at least try it. Although he regretted the second he saw you on the driver's seat.
"Are you sure you want to do this" Jungkook asked, distrustful.
He changed seats after you insisted a few times you wanted to give a try to driving, surrounding the car from the back while you did it on the front. Jungkook saw you hopping on the driver's seat, sitting as straight as possible while being unable to hide the excited smile on your face. When your eyes landed on him, he was finally aware that he was still standing at the other side of the car, too lost looking at you to care about anything else.
Finally hopping on his new seat, he closed his door and looked at you once again "You don't need to rush it".
A glimpse of the short conversation you had a few nights ago came up in his mind, in which he tried to convince you that driving wasn't that difficult and that you might end up enjoying it. That was then, when he still thought you'd just get into a driving school. But when you came up with the idea of him teaching you on your first lesson, his blood froze and regret was all he could think about when remembering that conversation.
He trusted you. He sure did. Jungkook wouldn't hesitate to leave his life in your hands, but still his heart was beating fast against his chest when he saw your fingers holding the wheel tight.
His comment only made you huff, before your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He bought the car not long ago, after you convinced him to let Mark and Soo have their own car, so he could have his own in case he needed it -after he came back annoyed because he got wet after driving all the way from the studio to your shared apartment in the rain. The car was new, and you understood why he moved the car to a place with less traffic. But it annoyed you how he was the one that came up with the idea -after you also came back home, complaining about how late the bus was-, only for him to try and step back from his own words now.
"You don't think I'm ready?" you turned to him, one eyebrow raised. And he knew you were ready to clap back at whatever he could say.
"No" bending over you, he got to the lever under your seat, "You should be able to reach the pedals first".
Feeling how your cheeks burned, you helped him move the seat forwards, at least until you were able to step on the three pedals comfortably.
"Also," he continued, reaching the seatbelt and getting closer to your face "you need to put this on first, cocktease" without letting you do anything, you felt his kiss on yours.
It was a fast kiss, but it immediately made you smile, and soon got you pressing your lips together -on an ill attempt to wash the cute thoughts away to be able to focus on the road.
He explained everything you needed to know about the angles of the rear view mirrors, and how you should step on every pedal so you wouldn't force the car more than you should. And after you nodded at his last explanation, you could feel the muscles on your back and shoulders tensing at the vibration of the engine as you lifted your foot from the clutch pedal slowly -just like he taught you.
Jungkook could tell you were nervous. Actually, he was sure he would be able to point out each one of your muscles and bones if you were wearing a tank top instead of that thick sweater -that you borrowed from him.
"You're doing good, love" he praised you, giving you a soft smile while he looked proud of what you were doing after just a few explanations.
Fast learning was one of your main characteristics. It didn't matter what it was. If you were determined to learn, you would make it. That was why he'd always encourage you whenever you wanted to do something, or whenever you were frustrated over how difficult it was the explanation of an exposition -or the little time Jin sometimes gave you to get ready, because everything ended up being more rushed than it was intended to.
His girl was good at everything she put her intention on.
"Am I?" you asked, tempting to glare at him, but moving your eyes back to the road before you could perceive more than just his legs and his torso through the corner of your eyes.
"Yup" he patted your head, moving his palm down to your nape to give you a soft squeeze "You're better than me on my first time. I'm a good teacher"
"Or maybe I'm a better learner than you" you teased, finally feeling a bit more relaxed.
And the muscles on your shoulders were thankful to it, finally letting go of all the tension while you smiled.
Jungkook guided you for half an hour more. It was supposed to be for only ten minutes. At least that was what you said at first, before he finally gave in. But you looked so happy and excited, that he didn't care about making it twenty minutes more. And he also noticed how stressed you were the past few days because of your work, so seeing you finally like this was something that he wished he could keep forever.
"Do you want to try to park here?"
Stopping the car slowly, leaving the truck of the car a few meters ahead of the free space, you were unsure of his idea. It was your first day driving, and he already wanted you to park in between two cars. Not only that, but he wanted you to park at an angle.
"We'll do team work, okay?" he assured you "Just do everything I tell you".
Just like that, you followed each one of his orders, turning the wheel at the exact angle he told you, lifting your feet from the clutch pedal like he told you. And you were the happiest just following his instructions, under his attentive gaze.
At some point, he asked you to place your hands on your lap so he'd be able to take full control of the wheel while the car was still moving. Until it was perfectly parked.
"Now try to take it out by yourself" he told you. "It'll be easier than parking it. Just do the same thing" he bent over your body, giving your shoulder a soft kiss. "You earned a good reward after this".
You didn't know if it was the excitement of his words, or how close he was to you. But before you could realize it, you lifted your feet from the brake and the clutch. It was too late when you did, at the sound of something crushing at the back.
His face was completely pale when you looked at him. Jungkook for sure didn't want to get out of the car, and see the disaster that you caused. It was enough for him to look through the rear view and give a second look to the tree that he was already aware of, before he moved his eyes inside the car and realized the lever was still on reverse.
Making you step on the clutch again, he placed the level properly and lifted the hand brake. "Love..." you muttered worried, when he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped outside.
It took you a few long minutes before you also stepped outside, and found your boyfriend holding in his hand the broken pieces of the right rear light. How he looked at it, made you press your lips tight together, waiting nervously for him to rant at you. He bought that car not long ago, and as soon as you got to drive it, you ruined it.
It wasn't like Jungkook was going to yell at you or cross any lines to make you feel bad on purpose. It was even worse than that. Because when he was upset, his big doe eyes stared right into your soul and made you feel worse than any shouting could. And he wasn't even aware of it most of the time.
Just like he wasn't aware at that moment, when he finally looked at you after you called him for the second time. "I'm sorry" you muttered, stepping closer to him.
"It's okay" he wrapped his free arm around your shoulders. "It was just the rear light, so it'll be a fast repair" giving you a kiss on your temple, he joked. "Just make sure you're on the first gear the next time".
"You aren't mad?" you hid your face on his neck, wrapping your arm around his waist.
"No, I promise" he hugged you tight. "It's not like you did it on purpose. And, like I said, it's just the rear light. You didn't dent or scratch the car. It'll be fast" he assured you. "But remember that good reward?" he reminded you in a lower tone.
You nodded, getting ready to let go of all the ideas you came up with. It was time to say goodbye to a nice bath with your boyfriend, that would probably end up in a romantic and sensual good sex. And it was time to say hello to his punishment. That could either go from having to watch a whole season of one of his favorite animes, to not being able to cum that whole night.
"Should I forget about it?" you looked at him under your lashes, seeing him nod with a bread smile.
"And should get your ass ready for some popcorn and watch Cowboy Bebop. You will love that one" he mentioned excitedly, before he playfully spanked your ass and walked past you to get back on the driver's seat.
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REIGN OF TERROR
chapter seven
You were born for him, he just knows it and you’re the only one who can cure him.
Genre: Yandere!Vampire Jungkook x Reader - a 10 chapter series inspired by Tangled and Beauty and the Beast
Warnings: yandere behavior, suicidal attempts and talks, violence, eventual smut, DEATH, reader is not mentally stable, slight cursing, misogyny
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The past week has actually been calming, atleast for Y/n. Her and Jungkook were on good terms. She walked around the areas that were unrestricted by Jungkook with Alana. They would talk and read books together. Alana was back to normal after the incident. In fact, it seemed she was happier now that Yoongi was dead.
Jungkook had been training all week for the battle. He had gain muscle and was back to his old physique. His fighting skills improved and he was ready.
Today was battle day.
Jungkook had Y/n tightly wrapped around his hand as they walked around the castle. It was a closed floor that only family were allowed in. All week he used this event to convince Y/n to be good. Telling her that she will be rewarded by meeting his family and having dinner with them.
"Y/n stay right here for a moment. There someone I must talk to. Don't you dare move, remember what we discussed." Jungkook warned.
"Alright." She mumbled. Jungkook sped off using his vamp speed leaving Y/n outside the dining room.
Peeking in she saw Jin and a woman. They held hands while they ate alone together.
The woman hand shook against his. "What's wrong my Jiwoo?" He asked his wife, dropping his fork on the plate.
He turned his body so his full attention was on her. "You can’t fight him. Please don't. Just share the kingship!" She begged.
Jin felt sympathy for his wife but it was certain things he couldn’t control. "My love, you know we can't do that. I will make you proud today, nothing will change." He assured her.
She bit her lip like she was annoyed that he couldn't understand her. "What if you or Jungkook get hurt?" Y/n watched as tears fell down her eyes. She noticed Jiwoo was pregnant, perhaps that is why she was so emotional.
"I'll be fine my love. I've been practicing a little."
"You can't beat him." She finally raised her voice throwing his hands off hers.
Y/n noticed that Jin looked sad at his wife's words. It was like the love was one sided. "It upsets me that you have no trust in me." He murmured looking at his food that was cold, almost like her love for him.
"I just feel like we're setting ourselves up for failure. Everything was fine when Jungkook was king. Just give him the kingship!" She pleaded with him.
"Yeah, everything was fine because you were sleeping with him behind my back." He yelled at her.
Y/n held her gasp. Jungkook had a relationship with Jiwoo. Was she the girl that was on his ceiling? She thought she was the only girl thats been in his bed. Was there other women he claimed to love? Is this just a repeated pattern for him?
"I'm with you. That's all that matters honey. He's your brother, our future child's uncle, of course i'm concerned." She tried to change her voice to a more innocent, calm tone.
Jin scooted his chair closer to her. He sighed before lowering his tone. "My love, this stays between you and me. Do not be worried about me today, I'm not fighting. I have found someone to fight in place of me. Jungkook is younger and stronger than me and I refuse to give up the kingship."
Y/n knew that Jungkook had no recollection of this information. He had told her all week that he was fighting Jin. They were trying to deceive him.
It angered her when someone lied. Disobeying Jungkook's rule she bursted through the already open door. The two of them look at her in shock, not only at her dramatic entrance but they never seen her before. But they already knew exactly who she were.
"How dare you be a coward and not fight like a man? A king should always show their strength through battle." She yelled at Jin.
Jin said no words, already stressed out from his wife and today's events. But Jiwoo looked at the girl from the top of her head to the soles of her shoes. She couldn't believe that Jungkook moved on to a girl so alluring and different from her. Automatically, she understood how his obsession with her disappeared so quickly.
"You! Don't speak to my husband that way." Jiwoo screamed pushing Y/n.
Y/n regained her balance. "You should be ashamed to call that man your husband, just as he is ashamed to call you his wife!" She boomed.
"How dare you speak to us like that?! I am the Queen of Vampires."
"It's a good thing I'm not a vampire then." Y/n shot back in a calm but confident voice.
"You're nothing but Jungkook's blood bag. Vampire or not I can have you killed in one order." She threatened.
"Pregnant or not I can have you killed by my hands." A familiar voice boomed.
Jin who was quiet during the situation finally spoke up. "You do not threaten my family." Jin yelled standing up from his seat.
"And your wife shouldn't have threaten my girl."
"I'm not your girl?" Jiwoo asked with sad eyes looking at Jungkook who disregarded her comment. He was too busy checking if Y/n was okay.
Y/n was shocked that she felt jealousy over Jungkook. She couldn't let them have a moment. "Jungkook, Jin isn't fighting today. He has found someone to fight for him." She revealed to him.
She watched as his jaw clenched. He looked at Jin to see if she was telling the truth. By his guilty demeanor he could tell she wasn't lying. "You can't fucking do that! It's against the rules." He screamed.
"No it's not! If the man is already King he can choose any of his servants to fight! It's in the rules." He defended.
Jungkook scoffed at his older brother. It was so usual of Jin to find a way to outsmart him. "It doesn't matter who you put up against me. There's no man that is powerful as me." He said in confidence before dragging himself and Y/n out the room.
Jin smirked. "You're right Jungkook, there is no man that is more powerful than you." He said under his breath.
Y/n struggled under Jungkook's tight hold. "Jungkook calm down! We didn't get to eat breakfast."
"We can eat breakfast in my room darling." He dictated still pulling on her arm.
She could see Jungkook's anger, his eyes were red and his other hand was fisted shut. "Don't worry Jungkook. You will win and I will be there watching and supporting you." She beamed in the most sweetest voice.
Jungkook stopped in his tracks. "I love your eagarness sweetheart but you can't come. Remember people will smell you."
Y/n froze. It was a public event, how could she forget. She once again felt sad and left out. "Nobody will touch me. I can protect myself."
She could sense Jungkook's frustration. "Y/n you can barely do anything without me baby. You've been in a basement for years, they know you are dumb and will take advantage of you."
She jerked her arm from his tight grip. "I'm not dumb!" She raised her voice, offended by his comment. She knew she was smarter than most. She spent 20 years reading books of information and learning languages that she will probably never be able to speak to people.
Jungkook snickered. "You are sweetheart which is why I'm locking you in the room while I'm in battle today. It will be a dumb decision to try to run away again, don't you think?"
Y/n didn't bother answering him or even defending himself. She allowed him to show his true colors for now. She didn't need to make him mad it will just make it a repeating cycle.
But she wasn't dumb, in fact she was quite patient. She just had to wait.
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Jungkook confidently sharpened his sword. His face held a smirk as he watched the crowd praise him for his return. Jin sat on his throne glaring at him in jealousy and repulse.
He was confident about this battle. With Y/n's blood in his veins he knew nobody could compete with him. He was so close to having the throne to himself.
He needed to be king again. It would be the ultimate revenge for his mother's death, for his sickness and for Y/n. She deserved someone powerful to defend her. He knew no creature on the planet would dare to taste her once he became king.
He truly wished Y/n could be here supporting him. It was no question it wasn't safe for her here. But he didn't need her in the crowd watching to know she was there. Just the thought of her sweet blood running through his veins was enough.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts he didn't even notice Taehyung's hand on his shoulder. "I have confidence you will win this my friend." He assured him.
"Oh i know I will." Jungkook bragged, checking to see if his sword was sharp enough for his liking.
Taehyung sighed at his friend that have not changed a bit. "Overconfidence precedes carelessness Jungkook. Make sure you're not too arrogant with your sword that you give Jin an opening." He advised.
Jungkook sucked his teeth. "Jin is not the one i'll be fighting. We unfortunately have a chicken wearing the crown but soon a lion will take its place."
Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows looking at Jin who didn't look scared but also didn't look too confident. " He's not fighting? So he's just handing over the crown?" Taehyung asked.
Jungkook was about to answer until his father approached the microphone. The crowd went silent in anticipation.
"Today we're here to witness a historic event that will decide the future of our lives. Two brothers of the most respected royal line, my sons, will fight for rulership of all vampires on this earth. No matter who win, I am a proud father of both. My sons please approach the area with your weapons."
Jungkook listened to his father and walked to the middle of the arena but his brother Jin just stood up.
Jin looked around the arena of thousands. Some who looked up to him and others who despised him.
He nervously cleared his throat. "Attention everyone! As you all my know my wife is pregnant. If I participate in this fight I'm afraid it might scare her into an early dangerous pregnancy. However, I am no quitter. I have chose someone to fight in my behalf." He revealed to the audience.
Immediately they heckled him with disapproving statements. Some in the crowd even booing him. He looked over to his wife hoping she was there to support but Jiwoo gaze was at Jungkook.
Jungkook looked to the ground holding in laughs at Jin's announcement. His father looked at Jin in confusion. Seeing his father reaction he defended himself. "It's in the rule book I'm allowed to have someone to fight in my behalf." He argued.
"I know my son, its just never been done before. What man will fight for you?" His father asked.
Jin smiled waiting for this question. He wasn't afraid of the disapproving attention he was receiving, it wouldn't matter soon. He looked straight at Jungkook, the two of them making eye contact. "It's no man that will be fighting for me.
I have chosen someone loyal and strong someone that Jungkook here will recognize.
His very own servant."
Alana walked to the middle of the arena in front of Jungkook. She wore armor that looked old and weak, perhaps made of copper. Her sword was short and dull. She had her hair braided compared to the head garments she usually wore.
The crowd booed her some even laughing.
Jungkook raised his eyebrow looking at Jin and then his servant. He let out uncontrollable fits of laughter.
His father looked at Jin in disbelief giving him a "Are you serious?" look. It was almost as if this organized, serious event had turned into a circus.
"Is this a joke? You chose a little girl to fight against me? You would've been better off fighting yourself Jin, than to put me against a woman. I'm offended." Jungkook blurted.
Alana stood in confidence not listening to any of his words, or anyone's for that matter.
"Enough everyone!" His father yelled. "We will show respect for anyone the King chooses." He yells causing the crowd to immediately grow silent.
Jungkook stared at the eyes of his once loyal servant. She didn't cower away from eye contact like she usually do. The reason she was Jungkook servant because she was easily frightened. She would vastly obey his orders without any question but now she looked different.
"Raise your weapons." His father ordered the two of them. Alana raised her sword which look worthless compared to Jungkook's.
"Attack!" He yelled. A whistle was blown and Jungkook immediately struck his sword to Alana. It threw her off guard but nevertheless she blocked it just in time.
Jungkook continued to play offense giving strong and vast attacks at the girl. He could tell she struggled to keep up with his next move. Using it to his advantage he successfully struck her in the arm.
Alana let out a whimper as she took steps back from her master to hold her injury. She looked over to Jin who look doubtful in her abilities. Taking a deep breath she held her sword with both hand more confidently.
She took her sword and rubbed the blade against her thigh, a gesture the crowd wouldn't notice. She posed her sword in a challenging way, a spark in her eye, Jungkook noticed.
He charged at her but she easily blocked his attacks. He realized now that he underestimated her, but she still was no match for him.
Jungkook started to play defense doing showy but effective flips around her that impressed the audience. Alana was more precise with her sword, he could tell she was aiming for his vital organs.
Jungkook saw her strategy and aimed her face cutting a huge scar across her face. The crowd gasped at the blood curdling sight. Yet, she kept going as her wound healed.
He noticed they have been going for a long time for a battle. He started to grow tired and impatient, all he wanted to do was win. He thought it would be over by now. Nevertheless, his mind let loose and made awing moves to show his frustration, to show his anger, his desperation to end her.
It was exactly what Alana wanted because despite how it looked like he was winning, he was now leaving himself open.
Their swords both hit but instead of moving it she pushed her sword towards his. Jungkook was expecting for her frail sword to break but she pushed harder. He was doing his best to push it the other direction as the blade of her sword was getting close to his neck.
It was then he realized that he shouldn't be struggling. How was she this strong? He drunk Y/n's blood he should be stronger than anyone, especially a 18 year old girl. Alana could see the shock in his eyes. It brought a smirk to her lips.
The shock in his eyes gave her the strength to push harder to the point the blade slightly broke the skin on Jungkook's neck, enough for him to bleed a little. She could hear the crowd gasp at her newfound strength.
Alana's poised face was close to Jung-kook's.
"She tasted amazing by the way." She whispered in his ear.
Alana watch Jungkook's mouth opened in shock, his eyes became redder and with one big push he threw the girl off him to the floor.
She quickly got up. Jungkook erratically swung is sword at her, yelling inaudible words in rage.
Alana successfully ducked and dived at his shots. At some instances his sword was nowhere near touching her. It was as if he was so focused on his strength he became blind to his mission to knock her out.
Alana used her hand to hold the sword he was holding and the air and struck the man in the abdomen.
It was then that the world stopped for him, the crowd was silent. He realized that his neck burned and so did the sword in his flesh. He shouldve healed by now, why did the sword hurt more than any pain he's ever experienced?
He looked at his once loyal servant whose eyes were once young and innocent eyes, he recognized her new eyes. His looked similar to that once before. Victorious and prideful.
"My sword not only means freedom of my people from your arrogance but it will mean freedom for her. Don't even think of trying to stop me, I laced the sword with The Middlemist red, the same thing you tortured her with." Alana whispered in his ear before removing her sword from his flesh.
She held her sword in the air and let out a victory cry. Reluctantly, the crowd cheered for her. She watched their shock faces, almost like they were panicking.
She watched as Jin and Jungkook's father eyes stayed on Jungkook. He was worried for his son, he shouldve gotten up by now.
Nevertheless, he had a job to do. "Congratulations Alana. Now that you have won do you concede your reign to the King Jin?” It was a question that he was forced to ask, it was in the rule book.
Jin stood confidently waiting for Alana to give him back the power.
"No, I accept the rulership for myself." She announced.
The people in the audience started to talk to each other all confused. Jin and Alana made eye contact, his eyes red with anger as he start to charge at her.
"This wasn't the fucking deal! You work for me you bitch!" He screamed as his father held him back.
" I am your Queen now, the Jeon line is no more!" She yelled. She watched slowly one by one the vampires starting to bow down to her.
Taehyung sensing that Jungkook wasn't safe tried to quietly sneak his friend out the room before Alana could finished the job. Jungkook groaned in pain, not only his stomach that wasn't healing but to see his life and power be stolen from him again.
But Alana saw him before he could leave, she didn't stop him. Instead she let out a low whisper he knew his vampire hearing could make out.
"She is mine now.”
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older brother’s best friend- taehyung one shot (angst, smut)
skater/stoner!jk one shot (smut)
college professor- yoongi one shot (legal age gap 20-28) (smut)
coworkers/enemies to lovers- yoongi fic (fluff, smut, angst)
best friends to fuck buddies- jimin one shot (angst, smut)
nerd!namjoon one shot (fluff, mayybee smut)
i also wanna write some pg13 shit for anyone who doesn’t like smut i just needa think of some ideas😩
what do y’all think?
#bts fanfic#bts smut#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#jungkook imagine#kpop#jungkook#jungkookxreader#bts ffs#bts series#yoongi one shot#yoongixreader#jimin fluff#jimin x reader#taehyung x reader#namjoon x reader#jimin smut#taehyung imagine#taehyung smut#yoongi smut#jaykook
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