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jjungkookislife · 2 years

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Shadow [Ch. 5]

pairing: villain!jungkook x sidekick!reader

genre: villain au, established relationship, smut [18+]

summary: Distracting Jungkook can be very pleasurable for both of you...

wc: 3.6k

warnings: mention of kidnapping (the penguins), mention of sex in an airplane, mention of oc's exes, pierced!jk [jungkook has his brow pierced (RIP)], oral (f. giving and receiving), whiny!koo, fingering (f. receiving), marking (hickeys, bruising, scratching), hair pulling, cum swallowing, light bondage, spanking, tiny impreg kink, unprotected sex, creampie

date: March 16, 2022

Upon arrival at your new hideout, you’re stopping in front of the large iron gate. The small screen next to the driver’s side comes to life and P appears. After a squawk or two—had to make sure you knew the password: ice, ice baby—the gate opens and you drive forward, up the long winding driveway that leads to the entrance of the underground garage.

Once you’ve safely hidden the car, you’re shaking Jungkook awake. He groans, rolling over in his seat, noting the drool dried on his cheek as you continue to shake him.

It’s not until you’re pinching his nipples, that he’s wide awake. “I’m up! I’m up!”

“Come on, I need to feed our penguin buddies,” you grab your purse, making sure you pocket the car keys before you’re popping the trunk to unload it.

Your new hideout is temporary, but tomorrow you’ll have the arduous task of getting your penguin pals sent back home. You’ll miss them but you’ll be joining them after the heist in an Antarctica underground hideout you found on VillianSwap, a site where villains rent out their secret hideouts to other villains and the like.

Maybe all of Jungkook’s ideas weren’t bad, they just needed a little help.

“Where are we?” Jungkook asks as he follows you inside, his arms loaded with groceries and overnight bags.

“Don’t worry about it,” is all you say as you greet your penguins. They make such a ruckus in greeting you, each wanting a head pat and a hug, whilst they ignore Jungkook.

“You know, I’m the one who brought you here,” he scoffs, jealous at being ignored by his minions but also by you.

“Yes, because one does love being kidnapped from their home to serve a villain,” you roll your eyes, and Jungkook sets the bags down to cross his arms over his chest.

“Was I supposed to interview each one?”

“You interviewed me?” you remind him as you finish up your head pat session and walk over to him.

“You were cute. Besides, I didn't think anyone would actually show,” he grins, his nose scrunching.

“I did,” your grin matches his and he leans in to peck your lips.

“You were so cute. Came in wearing a baby pink blazer and pencil skirt. You looked like Elle Woods. How could I not hire you on the spot?” Jungkook chuckles and you poke his side.

“I wanted to make a good impression, not that you cared once you realized I could turn into a shadow and control others if I slipped into theirs. Plus, I can kick ass,” you giggle.

“I’ve been boxing, I can take you,” Jungkook steps back and throws a few punches in the air. You watch him intently, nodding.

“How about some alligator wrestling?” you raise a brow, teasing him.

Jungkook’s cocky grin falls. “Fuck you.”

You cackle, pressing a kiss to his lips before you’re asking your penguin pals to help put the groceries away. Jungkook helps them, following them to the kitchen while you check your phone.

The Kims seem pretty active defending the city from another villain, a close friend of yours and Jungkook’s. You hope he’ll keep The Kims distracted long enough for you to steal the jet tomorrow night.

You weren’t nervous, after all, you’d been to jail time and time again and you managed to break out each time with ease. It was always the same routine, so why be scared now?

Jungkook joins you minutes after. His arms wrap around your waist, his lips press a kiss to your neck.

“Phase one begins tomorrow,” you whisper as you turn to face him. He hums in response, kissing your neck again.

“Steal a jet,” he says, kissing your cheek.

“Then phase two,” you turn to face him, arms wrapped around his neck to hold him close. “Steal the Butterfly Sapphire.”

“Exactly,” Jungkook smirks, his hands gripping your waist. “We’ll have the city under our control once we obtain it. Omen will retrieve the Rose Ruby and Ember will retrieve the Heart Emerald.”

“I still don’t see why we couldn't just fly commercial,” you giggle, taking his hand to lead him to your bedroom.

“Ew! In Economy?” Jungkook grimaces as he sits on the bed, pulling you into his lap.

“What’s wrong with Economy? We’ve flown it before,” you query, arms wrapped around his neck.

“I can’t fuck you in Economy. Too many people come knocking,” Jungkook huffs, rolling his eyes and shaking his hair out of his eyes. The glint of his silver eyebrow piercing gets your attention and you press a kiss near it.

“You can’t fuck me while I fly the jet either, Kook. I’ll be busy,” you remind him but he just hums in response, not really listening as his lips press a kiss to your neck. His grip on your waist tightens, a soft moan escaping him.

Your fingers card through his hair gently, the cool touch of his lip ring sends shivers down your spine and your arch into him when his teeth scrape the sensitive flesh of your neck. His name rolls off your tongue easily, head thrown back as you moan louder.

Jungkook kisses your neck one last time. “As long as your ex doesn’t show up flying beside the plane like that one time we went on vacation. What a cockblock.”

You chuckle. “We even paid for first-class tickets that time.”

“I can’t believe you dated a superhero,” Jungkook fake gags and you playfully smack his chest.

“He flies!” you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air, nearly tumbling out of Jungkook’s lap. He laughs, holding you tight. “Besides, when I met Seokjin on Tinder, I didn’t know he was a hero. We dated for two months before I broke things off with him.”

“Didn’t you date another one after him?” Jungkook asks, a cheeky smile on his lips when you groan.

“Taehyung. I met him in Seokjin’s apartment building after I ended things with him. I didn’t know he was a superhero either! Or that he was Jin’s brother. We only dated a month, though,” you cringe at the memory of Seokjin walking in on the two of you making out on Taehyung’s couch.

To be fair, you didn’t know they were brothers. Taehyung lived on a whole different floor than Seokjin did.

“Don’t forget, you dated their other brother, Namjoon, too.”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh. “I dated him too but I didn’t know he was their brother. I met him at the grocery store down the block from their place.”

“What are the odds of that even happening?” Jungkook cackles. His whole body shakes and you poke his side.

“It could happen to anyone,” you try to defend but you know it’s a weak defense. Jungkook nuzzles his face in your neck. “Sure.”

“Besides, I only slept with one of them,” you shrug.

Your words garner Jungkook’s full attention, sitting up to lock eyes with yours. “Which one?”

“Does it matter? It was a long time ago,” you smile teasingly, knowing his curiosity will get the best of him.

“Which one?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide, his pout almost makes you give in but you find it funnier to keep the secret to yourself. Instead of answering him, you plant a kiss on his lips.

“Do you really want to sit here and talk about which Kim I fucked, or would you rather we fucked?” you ask your curious boyfriend, who has the audacity to ponder his choices.

With a roll of your eyes, you’re dropping to your knees in front of him. “If you can resist coming in my mouth, I’ll tell you.”

Jungkook gapes at you, nodding as you tug his pants down, not surprised to find him hard as you wrap your hand around him. He moans softly, forgetting all about your discussion as you stroke him, spitting on the head just to make him tremble.

“Fuck,” he breathes, the warmth of your spit sending his brain haywire. He knows anyone else would make fun of his reactions but you just smile, knowing a good suck would mellow him out.

Your tongue takes a swipe up his length, from base to tip, and Jungkook’s gripping your hair tightly in his fist, dark eyes focused on yours.

You smile devilishly up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief as you drag your tongue down his length, swiping around his balls before you’re taking one in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” he curses, head falling back. His brain is malfunctioning as you slurp and suck, your hand stroking his length. Jungkook manages to open his eyes, taking in the true beauty of your lips wrapped around his cock, now bobbing up and down enthusiastically and he knows he won’t last. Perhaps that was your plan from the start and he fell into your trap like a fly caught in a spiderweb, too dumb to notice at first. Jungkook has always been weak for you, nothing but putty in your hands. Always ready to meld into any form for you, give you the world eventually when he procures it.

“That’s it, baby,” you coo. Your saccharine tone sends tingles down his spine, dick twitching in your mouth as you lave at it, generously sucking on the head. You take him further, gagging when he hits the back of your throat and Jungkook sees stars when his eyes flutter shut. His hold on your hair loosens, hands scrambling to grip your shirt and tear it open right down the middle. He’s losing himself, pleasure building from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

He’s tingling.

“Fuck, Shadow. I’m gonna cum,” he warns, his breathing growing heavy but you don’t make a move to release him, only going faster and faster. It’s wet, sloppy, and completely obscene as he grows closer to his release. Your lips, cheeks, and chin are coated in precum and saliva, tons of it but it’s just the way you like it and when your eyes meet Jungkook’s, the feral look he gives you is enough to keep you going.

It’s no surprise you’re soaking wet, after all, sucking cock is one of your favorite pastimes. Just listening to Jungkook fall apart from just your mouth is a pleasure in itself and nothing could top it… except seeing him fall apart for you when you’re on top of him.

Jungkook’s mind is empty, nothing but the feeling of your warm, wet mouth is all he’s focused on. Fuck, you really knew how to get his heart racing, didn’t you?

“Baby!” he exclaims in a last useless attempt to warn you but again, you just continue your ministrations until you feel the first heavy spurt of cum hit the back of your throat. More soon follow, coating your tongue and the dulcet sounds of your villainous boyfriend fill the room as his legs tremble and his hands weakly grope at your tits.

Jungkook sighs in relief when he’s done and you’re licking him clean, giggling when he whines and releases your breasts. He’s panting, pushing his hair off his forehead that’s beaded with sweat, and wiping his hand on his shirt.

Was he forgetting something? He muses to himself as you rise to your feet, making a show of swallowing his cum and sticking your tongue out after for him to see. It’s no surprise when his cock twitches and your giggles have his heart pounding in his chest ridiculously.

Jungkook pulls you toward him, kissing you deeply, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips. A moan escapes him when he tastes himself on your tongue, easily guiding you onto the bed.

“Jungkook,” you whisper his name, fingers threading through his hair to hold him close as he kicks his pants off the rest of the way. You paw at his shirt, pulling it over his head, mindful of his piercing before you’re kissing him again.

Jungkook growls deeply, your pussy clenching in response as he buries his head between your breasts. His tongue meets the warm skin, licking and sucking furiously until his marks bloom proudly.

You were his.

With ease, he’s taking the rest of your clothes off, not surprised to find you soaking wet when his fingertips brush your folds. You arch into his touch, begging him for more and he simply chuckles.

“All in due time, baby. You’ve had your fun and now it’s my turn,” he smirks. Your heart skips a beat, nodding repeatedly, eager for whatever it is he has planned. Jungkook grips your wrists in one of his hands, holding them over your head as he uses his other hand, grips your torn shirt, and binds it around your wrists.

“Keep these there for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?” his dark brow rises in question. You swallow thickly before answering. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he coos, planting a chaste kiss to your lips as he runs his fingers over your body, giggling softly when you moan in response. You were always so responsive to his touch, so eager.

Jungkook is hungry for you. Desperate for just a taste, and as he grabs your thighs in each of his large hands, pulling you toward him, he’s ready to devour you whole.

You curse at the first flick of his tongue, knowing you were done for the moment it met your clit. Your eyes flutter shut and his name rolls off your tongue in a heady cry when he dives right in. Normally, Jungkook would tease and take his time, getting you to whimper until your cried and begged him to fuck you with his tongue until you saw stars. You weren’t a stranger to long sessions with Jungkook, his tongue never seeming to tire as he ate you out with a reckless abandon that left you weak in the knees.

“So good,” Jungkook grunts, his nose rubbing against your clit and you whine in response. Your chest is rising and falling heavily, eyes barely open as his tongue laves over your dripping wet folds, and a finger circles your entrance teasingly before sinking in. Your thighs quiver in his giant tattooed hand, squeezing and nearly bruising your warm flesh as he fingers you with the other.

“Such a delicious fucking cunt,” he growls against you, licking his lips before spitting on your pussy and leaning in to lick it back up. You arch, wiggling your hips before his arm is laying across your hips to settle you. His dark eyes meet yours and his brow rises in a warning.

You settle, knowing it’s in your best interest to behave but with the loud smacking of his lips and the way his tongue is circling your clit, you know you’re done for.

“Kook!” you cry out, knowing you’re close and at your breaking point. Sweat beads on your brows, running down the side and your hair is a mess on the pillow.

Judging by your writhing and squirming, Jungkook continues his ministrations until you’re crying out for him, begging for more and begging for the release of your wrists. Jungkook almost gives in, wanting to feel your hands gripping his thick locks, but having you immobile is so much hotter.

“Jungkook, baby… fuck,” you bite down on your lip, moaning after as your orgasm hits you hard and Jungkook doesn’t cease. He continues to lap up your juices, greedy as he holds you tight and buries his face between your thighs. It’s not until your pleas rise in octaves that he slowly pulls away, pressing one last kiss to your clit.

Jungkook rests on his heels, grinning from ear to ear as you try to catch your breath, truly defiled on the bed. He chuckles, wiping your essence with the back of his tattooed arm and it’s the hottest sight you’ve seen… only topped by the sheen left on his tattoos when they catch the light.

“Beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips when he kisses you gently. He steals your breath away and you wiggle your hands above your head. He breathes out a laugh, teeth nipping at your cheek.

“Not yet, love,” he grins. With a lick of his lips, his hands grip your hips, flipping you onto your front before you can even blink.

You manage to get onto your knees, your elbows dug into the pillows beneath you. Jungkook admires your behind, his smooth palm running over the flesh before smacking it once.

“Kook,” you moan, biting your lip after.

Jungkook covers your body with his, pressing kisses to your back and moving upward to your shoulder. You feel the warmth of his sculpted torso, it comforts you as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, taking it between his teeth to gently nibble. You nearly melt beneath him, groaning when he puts his weight on you and nearly smothers you. A heady curse leaves your swollen lips, panting as he releases your hands.

“So pretty,” he says softly as he kisses each wrist, slowly rising to his knees before he strokes his cock. It pulses in his palm, already hard and leaking precum once again. He admires your body, so soft and pliant. Delectable.

Jungkook grabs handfuls of your ass, spanking each cheek again and again just to hear your sweet cries, needy and wanton.

His hands run over your body, fingers gently tickling your skin before they’re kneading your hips, tugging you toward him. You squeal with surprise, hands shaky as you try to keep your balance, eyes rolling to the back of your head when the tip of his cock circles your entrance.

“So fucking wet, love,” Jungkook groans, sinking into you with little resistance. “So tight.”

“Jungkook,” you gasp, hands gripping the bedsheets as he bottoms out. He gives you a moment to adjust, gripping your hips tighter. He couldn’t wait to fuck you full.

Your hips meet his once, and that’s all Jungkook needs before he’s thrusting into you, his pace slowly building and the sound of your lovemaking growing exceedingly loud and lewd. His name rolls off your tongue over and over, broken cries of his name soon follow as he rubs your clit.

There are moments when Jungkook allows you to fuck back onto him, his hand pushing his inky locks out of his eyes, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches your ass jiggle with every one of your thrusts. He’ll smirk to himself, realizing how lucky he is to have you before he’s grabbing onto your hips again and fucking you hard and fast, filling you so deeply, you’ll feel him in your stomach.

“Jungkook, fuck me!” you plead, tears streaming down your cheeks as his hips slam against your ass again and again. The bed shakes beneath you, headboard hitting the wall loudly and you wonder how it hasn’t collapsed.

“You take my dick so well, Shadow. I could fuck you all night,” Jungkook hums, knowing he probably would unless you said otherwise. He spanks your ass, loving the sweet cry that escapes you as you beg for more, nearly babbling as you’re overcome with pleasure.

Jungkook can’t help but stare at you, his hand itching to grab hold of your hair and tug you toward him, kiss your lips. But having you bent over in front of him is just as good, watching the way your body bows for him, trembles beneath him in pleasure is just as amazing. From this position he can get deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix and the way you clench around him lets him know you’re enjoying it just as well.

It’s moments like these where he wonders when he could stuff you full of cum with the intention of getting you pregnant. It’s something he thinks about a lot, wondering what your powers will change to when you’re carrying his seed. Just the thought of you round and heavy with his baby makes him tingle, his cock harder as he speeds up, fucking deeper into you.

“Fuck, baby. Want to fill you full of cum. Want you dripping with it,” he admits through gritted teeth as he throws his head back, moaning your name as you tighten around him. He’s so close, can feel it building deep in his abdomen and he leans over your back, one hand twining with yours as you fall over the edge beneath him.

Your dulcet cries are what do him in. Succumbing to his pleasure as he thrusts in and out of you, cursing when he finally comes inside you.

“Fuck,” he groans, exhaling heavily. He wipes the sweat from his brow as he pulls out of you. “I’m spent.”

“Me too,” you chuckle as you groan and flip onto your back. You’re hot, sweaty, and your body is already aching, specifically your hips.

“Wanna go again?” Jungkook asks eagerly.

“Give me a minute,” you giggle, your arm draping over his waist. He presses a kiss to your chest, placing his head on it after.

“I love you so much,” he says with a bashful smile. His fingers lace with yours and you run your fingers through his hair.

Jungkook nuzzles into you further, listening to your heartbeat and his thoughts lead him astray. He thinks of your future, of your home, and your family. He thinks of the little Rugrats the two of you will have, and wonders if any of them will inherit your powers or maybe even new ones. He builds this whole world in his mind, wanting to give it all to you and when your eyes meet his, he knows you’re the only one he’ll ever want. His perfect Shadow.

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,

Word Count: 8k

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Tags: just a little age regression :)

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Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter present them.

“Are you having fun my sweet baby?” Jungkook leaned down whispering in your ear making a giggle escape you, looking up at him from your coloring sheet as you clapped your hands, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook had been trying his best to not disturb you, knowing that little space was still something very foreign to you and you struggled with letting yourself slip on many days though things were slowly getting better,

Jungkook would be there with you each step of the journey but he was glad for not just Yugyeom, but Hyerin as well who was more than comfortable with it and showing you that, it was okay, your mind, was just trying to help you cope and deal with stress in a way that wouldn’t be damaging.

Jungkook loved it, he loved seeing that bright smile that hadn’t been on your lips lately, and he loved knowing that you were enjoying yourself and your little friend.

Both you and Hyerin had been coloring at the TV, watching cartoons, eating snacks and drinking juice. Hyerin had even let you use one of her sippy cups! “Koo!” You whispered out looking up at him with sparkling shy eyes, your arms wrapping around him as you squeezed tight, flutters of shy giggles escaping you.

Jungkook’s smile was affectionate and fond as he leaned down, pressing a kiss on your forehead, “Baby.” He cooed out, softly pressing another kiss on your face as he smiled, “I’ll let you get back to coloring, I just wanted to check in on you.” You whined a little but let him go before plopping back down with Hyerin who had been helping you with your coloring sheet. You began coloring with your pink crayon once more as Jungkook’s smile was fond before he reluctantly backed away back to the table where Yugyeom sat, “Thanks by the way, for letting us come over. She’s been...a little shy with the whole little space thing.”

‘It’s a process for everyone,” Yugyeom offered a small smile, leaned back in his seat as he shrugged, “I’ve heard all different kinds of reactions to girls finding out they’re little and hers is fairly common. It doesn’t seem like she slips often…?”

Jungkook rubbed his neck as he sighed, “It’s been getting better, when she first discovered it she was really reserved, but the longer we’re together, I think she’s getting more comfortable. I’m just confused because I can't tell if the only time she really slips is if she has to be in extremely stressful situations or if she’s just self conscious. She did mention to me the whole ‘daddy’ thing tends to make her uncomfortable, but she has no problems using it as a title in bed. Not that I mind, but even with that problem eliminated...” Jungkook hummed, tapping his chin before he shrugged a little, “It still seems like she holds back.”

“It could be both, but if she’s slipping more then before after you talked with her about it, I’d be willing to bet she’s just a little shy about it,” Yugyeom offered, humming as he tapped his chin, “I’d suggest asking around the dungeon but things are kind of intense over there right now...” His words lingered a little, making Jungkook frown as he looked at his friend, leaning back in his seat as he said nothing, making Yugyeom sigh, “Listen...you didn’t hear it from me but...Personally? I think the dungeon is involved in something illegal.”

“Illegal how?” Jungkook looked a little wary as he asked somewhat hesitantly, the last thing he needed was to get involved in even more intense affairs then he already was, but...what were the chances of them possibly being connected?

“I don’t know,” Yugyeom looked away, somewhat hesitant himself to part with the information, “Like...girls keep disappearing. Not regulars but a lot of people who are new, first timers, etc. And some I get,” Yugyeom held up his hands, “It’s just not always the type of thing for one time goers, but…” He rubbed his neck, “Between us? I saw a girl there one night and not two days later they had missing posters for her...I don’t know, maybe it’s coincidental. Mark said to not think too much about it.”

Jungkook said nothing for a moment, it could be coincidental sure but....”What do you think? You’re the one that’s gotten involved in stuff like this.” Jungkook sighed, heaving his shoulders at Yugyeom’s words, he didn’t know what to think. It was difficult to distinguish what his thoughts were and what his paranoia was.

“I think....” Jungkook’s thoughts lingered back to Cherry Bomb, “You have the right to be careful, I mean, look at what happened at Cherry Bomb…” His gaze was mixed between stoic and mournful as his gaze dragged to you, your hands clapping before wrapping them around Hyerin as you grabbed her penguin stuffie and making it talk, “I’m not saying there isn’t anything illegal going on or if there is at the dungeon. I’m not there enough anymore to really have a say so, and honestly?” He offered a weak smile, “I already have my hands full as it is with the investigation going on at work.”

“Strange things are happening lately,” Yugyeom puffing a breath, stretching out as he yawned, “I’m just gonna sit back and keep us here for now. Besides, Hyerin doesn’t seem too put out about it.” His lips curled into a smile as he gestured over to you both, “Sweetheart,” Hyerin jumped up, her eyes undeniably low and rubbed her eyes as she hurried over, “What time do you think is coming up?”

Hyerin’s lips immediately quivered as she shook her head, “No…! No sleepy time! Not yet!” She laid her head in his lap with a pout, not wanting to go to bed yet despite her eyes slowly falling shut in tiredness. Yugyeom offered a small smile, “Yes sleepy time, it’s getting late. You need to let them go home baby. I’m sure Y/n wants to sleep too.”

Jungkook’s eyes fondly rested on your figure which curled up on the couch, covered in blankets, you were yawning and rubbing your eyes as you laid your head down on the pillow, “Sorry Hyerin,” Jungkook offered a small smile at her whine, “But he’s right. It’s getting late and we have lots to do in the morning. Thanks for letting us come by, I think...it was good for her. You know...with everything going on.”

Yugyeom nodded, offering a smile as his hands ran through Hyerin’s hair who was sulking as she laid her head back in his lap, “Any time. I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities for you both to play together soon baby.”

Jungkook got up from the chair he sat in, walking over before he peered over your figure, your thumb between your lips and your eyes heavy, “Baby, it’s time to go.” You shook your head with a whine as you sprawled out further on the couch showing your comfort making Jungkook chuckle, “Nu-uh baby, we need to go. Hyerin is getting ready for bed time. And so are you for that matter.”

“No Koo!” You whined, pulling the blanket over your head despite your eyes protesting staying open as a yawn escaped you, “Don’t wan’ go yet…!” You whined at hands being placed on you and wiggling the blanket off of you before picking you up. Your lips trembled and sulked but said nothing more as your cheek pressed against his shoulder, his hands wrapping around your bottom to keep you up as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“She’s getting cranky, we’ll see you later.” Jungkook chuckled at your sulkiness as he waved off Yugyeom and Hyerin who looked like she had already fell asleep, managing to open the door Jungkook walked out to the car before placing you into the passenger side, your lips pouty and plush despite your tired eyes.

Sitting in the driver's seat Jungkook smiled affectionately at you, pulling the hoodie over his head before handing it to you, “You look cold baby, put it on, we’ll be home soon okay?” You wiggled in your seat a little, still pouty but compliant as you pulled his hoodie on, snuggling down into your seat as you yawned again.

The drive was soothing as rain began to gently patter against the windshield, pulling the hoodie on as the distinct smell of cologne took over your senses and it was difficult to not let your eyes gently fall asleep.

Jungkook was lost in his thoughts the whole drive home before he looked over, a tender smile on his face as his brows furrowed a little, carefully caring for you inside the apartment. He wanted to do something for you, anything to see you happy and smiling again. Laying you down he covered you up before laying beside you, his eyes memorising every curve and texture on your face.

Anything for you to be happy, he knew you were putting on a brave face, taking the punches as best you could, but you were struggling, between what was happening at work, between you both and of course, giving up your own home. It wasn’t easy, Jungkook, more than anything wanted you to at least recognize that doing this wasn’t easy. He wished he didn’t have to ask you to do this.

But your safety was his number one priority...Jungkook frowned a little before setting it in his mind, yeah...he did want to do something to help you settle in. Finally a small smile appeared on his lips as he pulled you close, letting your body curl into his as he pressed his lips against your hair. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“It feels....weird tonight,” Your gaze flickered around, you and Jungkook had said you’d come in early to help prep things for tonight as it was the first night of SSU and lots of drinks would be served, tables would be full...or at least thats how it was in past years...you know...before a murder took place here, “Is anyone even gonna show up?”

“A small crowd is better than no crowd,” Jungkook shrugged, “Some people will, you’d be surprised. It is a strip club afterall.” You supposed he was right but...still...you just felt like, it was hard to pretend like things were normal when things were so tense, a lot of workers had ended up quitting and the few who stayed had been particularly quiet coming in and Jungkook had tried his best to ignore all the stares everyone had sent his way.

You felt bad for him in a way, Jungkook came to Seoul to have a new life, yet here he was all these years later getting dragged back down the path he tried his best to escape.

“What about you,” Jungkook perked up a little as he spoke, a grin on his face as he set the table chair down as you tilted your head, “For tonight babygirl? It's the first night of SSU. How do you feel? Nervous?”

Your smile was a little shy and appreciative at his support, he was clearly trying to lighten the mood a little bit and you were glad he was, “Well, I am a little nervous,” You pulled a chair from the table as you set it down, “But no more than I am any other night that I dance. I mean I already danced at Seasonella so this is pretty....mild in comparison.” You offered a weak smile, remembering the raunchy routine you did and not only that, but looking directly at Jungkook while you were at it, “Honestly, I’ll just be glad when we can breath.”

Finishing up at the table you backed up a little as you looked over the table with a nod, Jungkook only wrapped an arm around you as he pressed a kiss against your head, “You’ll do great tonight, you might as well be a soloist already.” You couldn’t stop your giddy smile at his affection and encouragement. More than anything, you just wanted this week to go without a hitch.

“Anything else you need us to do guys?” You called over to the bar where Yoongi and Taehyung were setting up for a night of overload drinks. You were still skeptical if it was really going to be crowded tonight, but it was like Jungkook said, a crowd was a crowd. Not to mention they were doing half off drinks tonight as well to try and entice more unsuspecting people to come.

“We’re all set here, good luck tonight Y/n!” Taehyung gave you a nod as you weakly smiled, you were hardly even concerned about the competition honestly, given everything that had even happened.

You nodded as you bounced a little, “Okay then I’m gonna head back and go get ready for the night, I know you aren’t supposed to be working tonight so…” You trailed off a little, wrapping your arms around yourself as Jungkook smiled, snorting a little.

“What am I supposed to do, go?”

“No!”

“Then what’s with that look?” Jungkook laughed out, leaning down as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead, “Me and the others are hanging out tonight and are here for extra help behind stage, so you’ll see me in and out of the back helping things go smooth. It gets a little hectic for all the stage workers around this time of the year.”

You breathed out a little relieved to hear he’d still be staying, leaning up a little you pecked a kiss on his lips that he let linger for a moment before breaking, “Alright, go get ready baby. I’ll be watching for you.” SSU was a competition and you had been to many dance competitions in your day. In some ways, it was hardly any different, skimpy outfits, questionable dancing, it was all just taken to an adult level.

The nerves however, were always the worst when it came to things like this, you made your way to the back where the staffing rooms were and towards the open vanity where all fillers got ready. You expected nothing less when you caught a few people staring at you and a few whispers. Who would’ve thought being associated with Jungkook would eventually be a bad thing.

Granted they used to whisper, just for different reasons. You had learned to tune most of it out but you still felt a lingering shred of doubt in you, they had an actual good reason to stare. After all, there was a dead body in your boyfriend's vanity room. Putting in your earbuds you found some music to distract yourself from your intrusive thoughts as you began on your makeup.

You still had another forty five minutes before Cherry opened and the night would begin.

This next week wasn’t a regular work week, all soloist’s got the week off because all fillers would be given the chance to perform, as a soloist. This was an exciting and nervous moment for most but given you had already been put in as a temporary soloist and been to Seasonella at that, there wasn’t much else for you to experience.

For once, you didn’t feel pressured or scared. You could do this, you just needed to get through this week. You focused on different colors and swirling your brush in pigments before blending them out over your skin, concealer to sharpen lines and give a clean cut. You’ve become much better with makeup since starting here.

And winged eyeliner was considered an easy thing to do within five minutes, even that sticky lash glue you had always given up on had become second nature to you and you spared no expense with glitter, contour and everything else under the sun. In fact, this had become one of your favorite parts of the job, just you, the mirror, music and a brush in hand. Time was consumed and what felt like minutes had turned into an hour and the competition had already started and just like Jungkook said he had made an appearance in the room, a headset on that he was talking through with other crew members as he gathered girls to get lined up at backstage.

It was comforting knowing him and all the others were here, even if they wouldn’t be performing tonight.

Pulling out your headphones you turned off your music before standing up, you’d be on stage soon and you’d need to get into costume. You were already dressed in your lingerie you planned to wear, it was your outer costume that was always a pain, especially when it was so warm in sweats and a comfy shirt, pulling off your clothes you began getting dressed in costume.

You were excited, you and Jungkook worked on this dance together and you were admittedly proud of it, especially given how quick you both had come up with it. Finishing up getting changed you sat back down in your seat, a smile slowly creeping on your face as you noticed how buzzing the chat was.

You shook your head, feeling your nerves a little soothed as you noticed the door opened again Jungkook’s eyes searching the room before a smile tugged on his lips as he gestured you over, standing up you set your phone in your duffel bag before grabbing your shoes and walking over with them in hand, “You’re on in ten babygirl, so we’re gonna get you lined up backstage. Feeling good?”

You walked beside him as you offered a small smile, Jungkook had pushed a part of his headphones off his ear to listen to you as you shook your head, “I’m feeling good!” You nodded, “Some nerves but that’s pretty normal for performances. I’ll be glad once I finish so I can eat, I didn’t want to be bloated on stage so I skipped dinner.”

Jungkook’s lips parted as he suddenly whipped around to stare at you in disbelief as you gave him a guilty smile, “Baby! You said you weren’t hungry! That’s not gonna do at all! We’ll all go out for drinks and something to eat afterwards. After the competition finishes at 10 we can go.”

“Are they closing early tonight?” Cherry? Done at 10? In what world was that possible? You raised a brow in semi amusement making Jungkook laugh a little.

“No, it’s gonna be lowkey afterwards, not a lot of people stay behind but there’s a few that want a few dollars. They do close at two though, I know, sucks that we aren’t working normally.” He wrapped an arm around you giving you a squeeze as you nudged close. Jungkook paused his words, suddenly pulling his headphone back over as he spoke into his mic, “Yeah? Not shocked, alright I’ll go help in room 3.”

Pulling off his headphones he offered a small smile, “There’s a meltdown fight over in one of the smaller vanity rooms, I gotta go do some damage control. Knock em dead baby.” He pressed a kiss on your head as you pouted a little, “Don’t give me that look! I’ll be back in time to watch, just you wait.”

“You should consider getting into more behind the scenes work.” You commented as he walked away, turning around briefly with that bunny smile of his.

“Why else do you think I’m going into videography?”

You shook your head, setting your shoes down as you lined behind a few other girls who were all waiting, you peered a little only to see that there was a large crowd out tonight. Your nose wrinkled a little, “You’d think it’d be a small crowd tonight.” The girl in front of you whispered as you offered a weak nod in agreement, “More money for us at least.” She offered a small smile of her own in encouragement.

She was right but you weren’t concerned with money, you just hoped the crowd was...just a crowd and nothing lurked in it’s midst. You had been telling yourself it was just paranoia but...it was difficult.

Maybe you should consider therapy.

You blinked at the sudden thought before shaking your head. Focus. The line went by fast and admittedly the night had been going just as fast as well. Solo’s never took long and it was typically group pieces that took up a lot of the night. No wonder they’d be closing early today. Eventually you were next up in line as you looked out from the side of the stage, hidden from the crowd. Who would’ve thought tits and half off drinks would get people back after a murder happened here.

People really were shallow creatures.

Setting your shoes down you stepped into them, immediately growing a good six inches as you bounced a little to get comfortable in them as you inhaled as the lights went out, the poles had been lit with LED’s toward giving you a good marker to walk towards, especially with you laying on the floor. Finding the pole you got down, laying on your back as you let your feet lay against the pole. Closing your eyes you took a breath as you waited a moment.

Your breath catching as the bright lights met your closed lids, the music started as you did just as you had choreographed with Jungkook, your back arching up before pressing it back to the floor, your leg slowly pulling to your chest before shooting back up the pole.

Your arms circing up above your head as you let your feet take little steps in the air before pulling to the left and lowering them as you pulled up. The crowd was large and your mind was raddled as you grabbed onto the pole to pull yourself up.

Swiveling around you let yourself drop down as you flashed a flirty smile at the sounds of cheers and whistles on beat, before you stood up, pulling the jacket off and tossing it aside, you could already see a few dollars floating as you grabbed back onto the pole, pulling yourself up. Admittedly the spinning still made you sick occasionally but you had done enough pole routines that you had gotten better with it.

This was one of your favorite songs even if it was EDM and Jungkook was skeptical, he had wanted you to try to do something a little more sensual but you told him you were positive you could pull it, on beat you fan kicked out before spinning around once more as you heard more cheers as you set your feet back on the floor.

Giving a teasing smile as you began to pop the button on your shorts as you leaned back against the pole before turning to face it. Jungkook said it was a bit dancy but you wanted to have fun for SSU and so with respect he let you do as you chose. Grabbing onto the pole you pulled yourself up, transitioning through various poses while spinning around.

The routine was going flawlessly and you found yourself having genuine fun. And in these moments, it felt like, you found yourself. Dropping down to the ground, you pulled your shirt off hearing more cheers as you rocked yourself to the ground, doing a backwards roll before controlling your way down before flipping onto your back as you began to wiggle off your shorts.

Another favorite part you had come up with that had Jungkook laughing when you asked, managing to get one foot out you kicked your other leg up causing the denim to fly out into the crowd.

Enjoying the blue lights that cascaded down and money fluttering in the air as you sat up, walking with dragging feet as you grabbed back onto the pole, your favorite part coming up as you pulled yourself up. Slowly spinning as you managed to wrap your legs around the pole as you went upside down. You were admittedly nervous about this, going with your hands would be difficult with little skin contact despite Jungkook’s suggestion of fishnets to try and avoid a possible slip.

Pulling the bows of lace out from your bodysuit mesh fluttered down as the lights went low causing your body to become a silhouette as you heard whistles and howls as your hands dragged up your body. Carefully grabbed in a reverse grip as you let your legs extend into a straddle before letting your feet find the ground, pulling the straps down on your body suit as you heard the crowd getting restless.

Closing your eyes as you gave a cheeky smile, pushing the bodysuit as you slid down the pole to your knees, folding out before rolling to your back as your legs extended into a straddle, before getting up to your knees as you parted them, finishing pulling off the body suit to show off the glittering rhinestone thong you’d never wear on any other occasion.

Standing up you let the material drop as you sashed back to the pole, dodging bills at your feet to not slip as you swiveled around the pole once more, finishing your routine strong as you ended in your original position.

Breathing out, you pulled off your shoes as two other people came onto the stage picking up money for you to get you off as quickly as possible and the next person on as you quickly grabbed your discarded clothes, grabbing what money you could as you bowed to them quickly before hurrying off stage. The other girls lined up congratulated you as you bowed, wishing them all good luck with a smile before making your way back to the vanity room.

You could hear the distant thrum of bass as you opened the door to the room, breathing in as you let your shoulders relax in relief, “How’d it go?” You looked over, surprised to see Chan Hee ask you a question, she was working on her eyeliner. Sitting in your seat a little ways away from her you grabbed the sports bra from your bag.

“Better than I thought, it felt...natural.” You offered a small smile, pulling the sports bra on as you adjusted the lower band, “Are you nervous?”

Chan Hee leaned back in her seat, a letter in her hands as she hummed, “No…I have nothing to be nervous over...Just... evaluating my options.” You tilted your head in curiosity, holding the crop top in your lap as you watched her in curiosity. The door however opened, Sejin must’ve been working backstage tonight as well as he flagged Chan Hee who stood up, tossing the letter down in her seat as she waved you off.

That was interesting, you shrugged to yourself as you pulled the crop top over your head, it was fitted to your body and snug as you pulled the high waisted jeans up and thigh high boots to match before grabbing an oversized flannel that might have been Jungkook’s. It was his fault he dumped his laundry into your basket…

Unless he did that on purpose...You glared down at the flannel before shaking your head, serves him right if he was too lazy to do his own laundry. You pulled it over your shoulders before grabbing your phone, making your way out of the staffing area feeling like this was luxury to get off work so early. It was crowded tonight and admittedly, you hadn’t seen it this packed since before Seasonella. Squeezing through the crowd you found the table everyone was sitting at as you felt shy walking over upon everyone's cheers in congratulations.

Jungkook had that proud look on his face as he scooped you into his arms in a tight hug, “You did so good up there babygirl!” he praised relentlessly as he pressed little kisses against your head as you giggled, embracing his warmth as you wrapped your arms around him, “There’s no way you aren’t leading this competition. I just know it.”

He kissed your nose making your smile become more shy as he sat you down next to him at the large table you and him had pushed together specifically for the group to sit at, “That was so amazing babe! The lighting, the music, the costume, just ugh!” Rosé gushed with a pout, “You’re totally a dance major, shame on you for trying to make her hide that!” She pointed an accusing finger at Jungkook.

He raised his brows laughing a little as he rubbed his back, “Yeah, yeah blame it on me. I just wanted to make sure everyone knows how sexy my girl is okay? Guess that little major of yours does help huh?” He whispered in your ear, making you shove him bashfully. You were extremely happy at all the compliments you were receiving because...well truthfully it was your first performance you had felt so comfortable with. Maybe because it was being able to incorporate more of your own style of dancing into it. It was fun and you were proud of it.

“Let’s not jinx anything yet! Not everyone has performed.” You looked out over the stage where another girl was dancing, she had gotten a few dollars here and there and a few whistles. But the atmosphere definitely wasn’t the same.

“Pfft, do we even need to watch anyone else perform?” Seokjin stretched out obviously being cocky for you, “You gave a whole show compared to them.” He waved a hand making your lips part at how dismissive he was. How did Rose even survive being trained by him?

“He’s not wrong,” Jimin chimed in, tipping his drink to you, “I mean, you probably made like seven hundred if they tossed twenties up there. Did you get a chance to see what they dropped?” You shook your head, you hadn’t been paying attention outside of trying not to slip on anything.

The stage went black drawing your attention and when it lit up Chan Hee was on, she was just as amazing as always, she had that grit and sexual appeal to carry her anywhere and you were positive she had made just as much if not more than you. And admittedly you enjoy watching her, she had chosen a track off Burlesque which was a great pick in your opinion.

After her performance Seokjin had declared your only competition was done and now he was in the mood for drinks making everyone laugh as you rolled your eyes lightly, going to get your stuff before everyone waved off Yoongi and Taehyung.

Yoongi’s gaze held yours a little longer than everyone else as you thought back to his words, ‘You should pack your bags and go stay with your parents a few weeks until this is all settled.’ You shook your head, not wanting to think about it any longer, how ridiculous, you wrapped yourself against Jungkook whose arm was wrapped around your shoulders as you all exited Cherry Bomb and made your way down to the lounge bar just not too far up the road.

The evening had been fun and it was the first time you had enjoyed yourself, in quite awhile. Everything felt...right. Like it was meant to be, leaned up against Jungkook with his arm around you, laughing amongst all your friends as everyone variously took turns talking about when they first became soloist’s and some of the mishaps they had, “You should’ve seen Hoseok!” Seokjin gagged out with that loud laugh of his, the type he had that he never used when he was on the floor, but genuine, “Him and Jimin had this stupid bet of who could get paid the most. Mind you, Jimin was still a trainee at the time!”

Rosé was smiling but shaking her head in dismay as she rolled her eyes, while Seokjin continued, “They both kept taking shots and by the time Hoseok got on stage,” He could hardly contain his laugh in turn making you giggle along with everyone else, “He finished the dance, but he ended up throwing up all over the girl he lap danced.” Seokjin wheezed out as everyone began laughing along, you could only imagine the havoc that caused.

Hoseok sighed, somewhat proud of the memory as he spoke, “I don’t have a single memory of that night.” For some reason that only made it all the more funny to you. It was hard to believe some of these things happened but then again...It was just so fitting.

“Sejin suspended me from work for three days.” Hoseok had a cheshire like smile as he shrugged, “But hey, maybe I did it on purpose. Twice before.” Your nose wrinkled, you had seen Hoseok tipsy a handful of times, the idea of him being full on drunk? You could see it, you didn’t want to, but you could.

“Ah don’t get me started on him, if we wanna talk about work suspension.” Namjoon pointed an accusing at Jungkook, making you straighten a little to look at him also, he only stayed quiet, a guilty smile creeping onto his lips, looking just as comfortable as before, “How many times did Sejin find you in the bathroom fucking a client when you were a trainee- or better yet, another worker?”

You immediately perked up, twisting fully to face Jungkook who had that dopey boyish grin on his face at the sight of your expression, just asking for him to give away details. “...Too many to count. My favorite was probably when I had three girls in the bathroom, two had come to the club together and one by themselves. Turned out they were all friends and they had gotten into an argument. I’m talking, they were ripping out chunks of hair, cat scratches, the whole nine yard.”

You couldn’t keep the glare on your face as you began to laugh, shaking your head as Jungkook continued, animatedly, “No really! I was so shocked at the bloodshed that I was just sitting there with my dick out looking like an unwanted sausage party.” And once again the table was filled with laughter as Jungkook grinned, “See that was okay, he didn’t care! But finding some girls strap, that she fucking threw at me!? In the morning after work, suspended for three days. Sejin is a weak bitch.”

“He had a suction mark on his forehead for four hours afterwards,” Rosé threw her head back at the memory as she smacked her thigh as Jungkook closed his eyes exasperated but his smile remained, “She hit her mark, didn’t she?”

“I thought I saw Jesus for a moment when she threw it like a ninja star after I said I wasn’t into pegging.” Jungkook laughed lightly, running a hand through his hair as he watched, that look of happiness on his face you loved looking at.

And for a brief moment, you realized that your days would start looking a lot like this permanently. Jungkook, just being himself and happy. You wanted to see him like this all the time from now on. Or at least, you could only hope. And if there was one thing you loved, it was to see him enjoying himself, he deserved it above anyone else, to have a moment to relax and not be so worried about the future.

You both were struggling, relationship wise, with the future, hell even the present sometimes. You liked having a break from it all, even if it was for a few hours at a time. Especially when it reminded you of why you fell in love with Jungkook in the first place. Getting to know him, you’d doubt he’d agree, but you saw him as a beacon of light and charm.

Jungkook was like the sun, he knew all the right things to say in a group setting, he was the person everyone wanted to have at a get together, he knew how to keep the mood going and could always make everyone laugh.

You used to be envious of him for that, but now? All you felt was admiration and love flow through your veins. Even if he was talking about past hook ups and dumb things like this, “You keep staring baby.” Jungkook whispered, making you notice the conversation had shifted from him to Jimin talking about one of Rosé’s incidents on stage.

“And?” You replied back with a whisper making a smile curve on his lips, his forehead setting on yours making you leer a little, but not backing away as his nose bumped against yours.

“And it makes you look angry,” Jungkook jutted his lips into a coaxing pout, his hands grabbing your cheeks as he squeezed them causing a noise of objection from you, “And you know I don’t like it when my baby is mad at me.”

You pushed his hands away with a bashful smile, not saying anything else and instead just curling back against him, resting on your head against his shoulder as you looked up at him with a whisper, “I don’t look angry!”

“You did for a moment!” Jungkook argued back playfully, leaning down a little as he whispered in your ear, “Is it because I was talking about other girls?” You backed against him with a smack making him grunt a little, “So it was?”

“Shut up!” You whined, collapsing against him as he wrapped both of his arms around you, kissing your head, “I wasn’t angry, I just thought it was funny.” Truthfully, you weren’t mad, because why would you be? Hook-ups were one time thing and you knew Jungkook had a lot of funny stories pertaining to them.

You weren’t really sure what Jungkook was going on about, unless…? He was just worried you would be, the thought made you smile, looking up at him you whispered, “Stop worrying! It’s fine.” Jungkook tucked his tongue into his cheek, looking a little flustered at your words but said nothing more.

You nudged against his shoulder a little before making yourself comfortable as you turned back into the conversation going on, Rosé was curled up in embarrassment as all the others were howling in laughter, “So she leans up into this girl’s ear, too much to drink and she keeps calling me a het because I’m a man and I wouldn’t understand, says to this girl,” Jimin mimicked her obvious drunken movement at the time, “Do you like scissors? Because I know where we could go to get some.”

Seokjin in particular was wheezing, probably all too familiar with this sight as he fell back in his seat, laughter escaping you as well because despite Rosé’s enjoyment of champagne you had never actually seen her so wasted before.

“She was cute!” Rosé whined in justification as everyone laughed at her expense, “To be fair, she did say she was straight afterwards, even consoled me in the bathroom when I started crying. I was right though, women remain superior. No matter how much I love you all.” She pouted a little as she pointed at all the men at the table, “Except for you, kisses for you babe!” She giggled as you fumbled a little, her finger pointing towards you.

“Nope, no kisses allowed.” Jungkook replied, arms squeezing tighter around you making a noisy whine escape you as you tried to pry out of his strong grip, “It shouldn’t take you this long to find a girlfriend. So where’s she at?”

Rosé put a hand on her chest in mocking hurt, “I’m a stripper, of course I don’t have a girlfriend! I profit off men sexualizing me.” She collapsed in her seat with a pout, “What girl is going to come into Cherry Bomb looking at me as wife material instead of something her boyfriend is trying to cheat on her with!”

“A lesbian?” You replied, your brows quirked a little as you offered a weak smile in compensation at her whine, “It’s more likely than you’d think! Besides...you don’t seem too sad to be living the bachelorette life.”

“I’m hurt Y/n!” Rosé cried out making everyone snicker at her theatrics, waving her arms animatedly as she replied, “You’re right, I’ll just die alone...by myself...with no soft butch to hold me tight…” Her words were a little loud making you curl up as you covered your face due to the attention she was attracting.

Some people looked at her strangely but it was clear Rosé and nobody else cared, “Bullshit! You have girls left and right,” Hoseok called out, pointing an accusing finger at her as her brows shot up, speechless making you wheeze along with Jungkook and the others, “Yeah that’s right, you’re a hoe Rosé, you probably have more girls in and out of your bed then all of us combined.”

Rose’s lips quivered and opened and closed, not expecting to be called out before she looked at Jungkook who immediately held up his hands, “Don’t look at me, I have a ball and chain now!” You sharply looked up at him, that boyish smile appearing on his face as he kissed your nose, “My ball and chain.”

“That is not romantic!” You cried out as Jungkook only kissed your cheek as he leaned back away from you as you pouted quickly following suit to lean back against him because it was admittedly drafty in here and leave it to Jungkook to be a living heat radiator, he chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms back around you, making himself comfortable again, “Hoseok’s right, you’re the main whore of the chat now, congrats.”

“W-what about Jimin!” Rosé cried out, pointing a finger at Jimin who only snickered, “He literally just texted us four days ago he was into scat play for four hundred, how is that not whore behavior!?”

“Because baby, I don’t sleep with four different girls in three days. That’s top tier hoe behavior,” Jimin flicked his fingers at Rosé who sulked, “That was one time.” She mumbled with a sulk as she crossed her arms making you smile as you shook your head, “You know we used to compete for that title back when we first became fillers.” Rosé pointed at Jungkook who only smiled.

“And I won.”

“No the fuck you didn’t.” Rosé quickly replied back as they both stared at each other, “Who won.” She turned to Namjoon and Seokjin who both only exchanged looks.

“Jungkook, probably.” Rosé immediately groaned at Namjoon’s words as Jungkook only smiled once more, letting his chin rest on top of your head, “He was a whore, you might have slept with a lot of people but he was like a bitch in heat.”

“I wasn’t that bad…”

“In the morning, between dances, in the bathroom, after work, on days off.” Namjoon began listing scenarios off as he counted them off on his hands, “It’s like this man just discovered he had a functioning dick when he was twenty.”

“Okay! Okay! Shut up, I don’t want her to think I was a total whore!” Jungkook replied quickly, covering your ears making you wiggle as you grabbed his wrists, hearing him say something that was muffled making everyone laugh as you pried off his hands, “They’re just exaggerating baby.” He cooed out.

“You seem more offended by it then I do,” You laughed out as you turned to face him, that stupid smile on his face, not saying anything as he shrugged, “Which I don’t believe by the way. I’m sure it was even worse than what they’re saying.”

Jungkook’s lips parted in offense at your words as everyone howled out laughing, to be fair, it was the truth and it was Rosé’s turn to laugh in glee at Jungkook being left somewhat speechless and offended at your words despite knowing they were absolutely true, “Baby!” It was all Jungkook could say, making laughter spill from your lips, smiling in adoration as you wrapped yourself back against him.

You could at the very least, appreciate his somewhat reserved nature in wanting to talk about any sort of hook ups relating to the past, you didn’t care but you knew he was obviously not that comfortable talking about it. Especially with your relationship still being new. Everyone had enjoyed themselves the rest of the evening.

Laughter was shared as well as drinks in celebration of the first night of SSU and eventually everyone began to go home, you had finished waving off Rose and Jimin who were the last to leave as you yawned, curling up against Jungkook as you mumbled, “It was a nice night.”

Jungkook hummed as he looked down, a small smile on his face as he reached down, his fingers tracing your cheekbone as he spoke softly, “Mhm, you ready to go home baby?” Your lips lifted a little as you nodded.

Yawning Jungkook helped you up as he wrapped an arm around you, having already paid for your drinks and food. It was nearing twelve anyways and they’d be closing soon not to mention you were quite drowsy, it was always easier to keep yourself up and going at work. But after a few drinks and tummy full of food, you were ready to fall asleep.

The air was cool outside causing you to wrap your flannel around yourself more, there had been a temporary pause in the rain but you felt the occasional cool droplets on your skin, luckily it wasn’t too humid tonight.

Wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s waist you let out a small yawn as you leaned against him, walking down the sidewalk where Cherry Bomb was just up the road and Jungkook had parked the car in the back of the lot to the right. You jumped a little at the sound of a crash in the distance, it wasn’t terribly loud, just enough for a trashcan to be knocked over.

A little more awake you looked over your shoulder towards the empty alleyway, Jungkook paused a little following your line of sight, “What baby? See a stray?” You were a sucker for stray cats and it wouldn’t be the first time you made Jungkook find an adoption home late at night to take a cat too first thing in the morning.

You had even done it for a litter of stray puppies once when they were in a box in the alleyway right next to Cherry Bomb, sniffles, sneezes, watery eyes and all, you’d fight through any allergy if it meant your furry friends were safe. But what you heard...didn’t sound like a cat, you could feel a vague ugly feeling well in your stomach as you shook your head, “No, but it probably was something like that.” You didn’t have the interest in finding out. It was hard to believe, you used to not be afraid of walking by yourself at night. You edged a little closer to Jungkook as you both continued to walk, rain beginning to patter once more as you whined, wincing a little at the cool droplets pelting your hair.

“C’mon baby! Let’s hurry!” Jungkook laughed, letting go of you to grab your hand as he tugged you along, naturally your lips curled into a smile, your shoulders lifting a little at the cool rain drizzling once more as you, his bright smile reminding you once more that things were okay.

They were okay for one moment.

It was hard for you to comprehend what happened next, one moment you were hand in hand with Jungkook and the next your vision was blurry and rain was in your eyes, the feeling of being forced back and a cry escaping you at the sudden separation that forced you both apart. One moment you were upright the next your palms were throbbing in pain at being shoved to the ground, “Take them both and get them in the car.”

Your body was trembling in adrenaline as you looked up, rain splattering your skin as you cried out, “Jungkook!” He however, was busy, two men trying to wrestle him down onto the ground but he was far quicker and sharper than them both, a fistful of your hair was yanked and your face was shoved back against the asphalt as you cried out in pain, “You thought you could get away from me little girl?”

Was it rain or was it tears on your face? You squeezed your eyes shut as you sucked in a harsh sob at the pain aching in your scalp at the way you had been manhandled. Within seconds though the pain was suddenly relieved and you were hauled up and being jostled along, your thighs ached and burned and it was difficult to breathe.

Jungkook’s eyes were focused and his hair wet and stuck to his face and you could hear loud pounding footsteps catching up to you both, Jungkook had swerved you both quickly into an alleyway as you fumbled to keep up with his sharp decisive path. Knocking over trash cans and anything else you both could find as you both weaved through the narrow passings.

Your mind was so frazzled you could hardly think, hardly even breath, time felt as if it was extending further and further despite it only being seconds, minutes at most passing as you noted all of the debri must have slowed them down as no one was now tailing you both.

An opening had turned up in the alley way which had led straight to Cherry’s parking lot leading you to believe Jungkook must have been familiar with all the alleyways and led you both in a loop, rain was pouring down and you had only just realized how icy cold your skin was as Jungkook hurriedly ushering you into the car as he shut the passenger door before getting in himself. Your heart pounding out of your chest as Jungkook sped out of the parking lot.

You weren’t even sure how you were holding it together at the moment, what you did know was that not a single word was spoken between you both the entire ride home.

Note: :\ no thoughts just mc needing a real long hug after this

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syubub · 3 years

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How BTS flirt

Saucy disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!!

Lol this is gonna be a fun one so buckle up and hold on to your socks

Seokjin

Lol oki

I think there's two types of jinnie flirting. Casual fun flirting and flirting because he's actually intrested

When he is actually intrested in someone and is trying to flirt its kinda slow moving and not very obvious

Its little things like, "your hair looks really nice today"

Things that are complements but he means it in a flirty way

He'd probably get a bit frustrated bc his flirting tactics are too subtle

I think he would also flirt by showing things he's intrested or possibly things that he's gathered

Kinda like a peacock

He wants the person he's flirting with to know that he's cool and show them what he has to offer but doesn't want to be... showy

He wants to maintain some kind of poise

But I think its because he's a little too shy to be up front and honest

But oh man when he's having fun and flirting for the fuck of it his whole goal is get everyone in a 10 mile radius flustered

He enjoys seeing people blush (I think its because he doesn't always take true compliments well and wants other people to feel good about themselves)

Jin

My boi

His tactics might be a little... strange.. at times

It's endearing though

And smooth

I wouldn't be surprised if he has a list of mid 2000's pick up lines on hand as a plan b

Yoongi

Legit before pulling any cards I heard "like a penguin"

I can't

Now to the fucking cards

WHY IS HE SO ROMANTIC??

What a soft man

He's a romantic flirt that doesn't use many words because he doesn't have to

You best believe he has coffee orders memorized, take out orders memorized, favorite drink always on hand

You needed something from the store?

He bought it.

Very much service and gifts because he wants to provide and kinda show his worth

"Here's this rock I saw. I know you like them so I figured I'd polish it for you too"

Lol he's wrapped around that pinky so tight

He's also very considerate and aware that unwanted flirting can be creepy and uncomfy so he's very very conscious of how he goes about things

I think flirting like this is almost... healing to him?

I think he really enjoys having someone to take care of (he definitely wants the same in return)

Yoon doesn't flirt. He'd rather be courting some one

Don't get me wrong though

He can definitely flirt and shit like that but its his secret weapon

He's also very confident when he flirts

He prefers flirting to come with no expectations

If anyone gets courted by min yoongi I want to see your stack of "rocks" (idk it could be bracelet charms or snow globes or postcards but I wouldn't be surprised if its actual rocks either)

Hoseok

Oki if you don't want to read some not pg then come back when I say it's safe lol

Hobi you horny mother fucker

Flirting is 100% foreplay

I CAN'T

Kissing is definitely in his flirting book

He flirts and establishes his dominance early on (hobi is a dom fight me)

Very confident in his flirting

LUSTY FUCKER

I get vibes that hobi would 100% fuck on the first date

(Kinky mf)

Omg hobi what a fucking tease too Jesus

Blah blah blah his flirting is foreplay bc he's horny and really wants to fuck.

Istg hobi just wait for a designated 18+ reading

Oki it's safe now

On the off chance that hobi isnt using his ridiculous flirting skills as foreplay

He is still very confident

And slow paced

He's trying to win the war not the battle

He is very push-pull when he flirts

It's with good intentions though

He's just really good with people and sweet talking

Very touchy

Flirting can also be a way for him to sus people out and decide if they are cool or nah

Flirting with hobi can lead to:

A. New best friend

B. Increadibly one night stand

C. The love of your fucking lifeb

D. A failed vibe check

Lowkey hobi would be kinda like wolf... very... driven?

Namjoon

A lot of compliments and just general good vibes

Lots of personal questions

"I bet you're really good at that. You should let me see sometime."

Definitely uses his smile

A lot

Very much the type to keep eye contact and be very attentive to the answers that are given to his questions

Its a wee bit methodical

But not in a weird way

He just wants to know where to go

Lots of emotional intelligence

Probs buys flowers or something cute

Very much reassuring and probably would be most flirty over drinks of some kind (like coffee or fancy wine)

Doesn't always flirt for the sake of romance but its pretty obvious when he is

He's just perfect

He gives complements often just in general and I think he absolutely knows how to use his charms

Very smooth

So so so so so witty

Definitely can get some nice giggles going

The way he flirts is honestly entrancing

We all know he is a fantastic talker

Probably uses a lot of beautiful language

Jimin

Very flirty

Flirty flirty

Also a little flexing involved!!

He'd be dressed to the 9's and very obvious

I definitely see him making everything about the other person

Very much peak libra behavior

He'd definitely feel flirty when he's feeling himself?

Flirting is almost like a first defense

Its easier to control the situation when he's flirting and its something that he loves to do

There's a lot of intelligence here with chim chim

He gets bored easily so flirting with him would be something engaging and intellectual as much as it is fun and laid back

Fancy fucking dinners

Flirty boi would like to have his match

Flirting is a competitive (fun) sport

He'd be a bit more toned down and less flashy if its someone he's actually trying to romance

Very fun and very exciting

Taehyung

Sexc

Think mysterious and cool as fuck

That's his flirting style

Very much must pass his vibe check

Be careful its a test

The way he flirts is by not saying anything about himself

He'd drop bits here and there but he has to make sure that you're worthy tbh

If someone makes it past the vibe check this is when the real flirting begins

He'd be very attentive and almost dedicated?

Like he sees flirting as a stepping stone

This is an investment and flirting would be tailored to the person he's flirting with

He's very intuitive and knows what people need

Very very very delacate

Also he might seem a bit intense when he flirts but its not necessarily a bad thing

Homie be regal at first but once he's comfy and is sure that they're compatible then he'd be way more inviting and open and giggly

Oh god he'd be the giggliest flirt on the whole planet

Also very considerate of boundries

Jungkook

Lol

He'd only really be comfy flirting if there isn't anyone else around

Very blushy

Kinda soft ngl?

It's cute soft and shy but he also has very strong boundaries

Flirting is something that he's not great at?

But he is very very very good at learning so the more he flirts the better he gets

This is an oddly personal journey?

He has to get over some stuff to get rid of some possible anxiety

He's also a little unconventional?

He has his own way of flirting and it'd be very adorable

Things like

"You're hair would be really cool if it was blue. I like it now too. So you should do whatever you like with your hair. Because its yours. And its nice. Yeah"

Its so CUTE

He'd overthink a lot too

What do I say? How do I act?

He'd also maybe throw in a cheeky back touch or two every so often

Shoulder touching too

Its very much like best friend flirting but koo means it as actual flirting

Honestly, if someone notices that koo is flirting with them it'd be best to just take the wheel and take the stress away

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foxymoxynoona · 2 years

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Lone Blue Egg (Pt 1)

Header and banners by the talented @awrkives

Summary: Jungkook is a simple man. He goes to work, he hangs out with friends, he worries about finding a mate to take home for his hometown breeding season. Maybe he spends a little more money on cam girls than is fiscally responsible but he has niche tastes. Maybe he feels a bit adrift, but he's a young penguin hybrid, supposedly in his prime, far from his crèche. At least he's good at one thing: taking care of his precious egg. A comfort egg, not a real egg, he's not a real penguin, just a man with penguin DNA and behavioral tendencies. Just like Yoongi isn't actually an owl, even if he does stay up all night and sometimes hoot to fuck with their roommates. But this is a real love story, even if a slightly odd one.

Penguin Hybrid Jungkook x Bird Female OC Book 1 in the Birdtan Series

CW/TAGS: humor, drama, angst, cringe, explicit sex, toy play/toy uh obsession?, oviposition, ice cubes, porn, cam girls and masturbation, oral (both), edging, semi-public shenanigans, mammoth condoms, specism, language, theft

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Jungkook slumped down in his seat at the cafe. The tables against the window and wall had all been taken when he got here today, so he’d had no choice but to claim a padded chair right in the middle of the cafe, right by the walkway. He felt exposed like this, like he stood out. He felt massive in the middle of this cafe, even though he’d taken his coat off and stuffed it between his legs and kept his sketchpad and Switch case in a neat pile on the small table. He kept his head down, neck burrowed into the thick neckline of his fuzzy grey sweater and hands pulled into his sleeves to cushion his palms from the heat of his cinnamon latte. He kept slipping one hand into the front pouch of his sweater to hold onto his comfort glass egg tucked safely inside, warmed by his body heat.

He knew there were people staring at him. That’s why he didn’t like to sit at these tables. At least if he was in his usual corner, no matter if someone stared at him, there was a whole case of bagged coffee beans and a newspaper stand and ideally even another table before anyone would actually be able to reach him or talk to him. He didn’t come to the cafe to be talked to, he came here to just exist around other people in a controlled manner before he went home. He actually really loved his engineering job and the healthcare company he worked for, but he spent most of his days alone in his cubicle, eavesdropping on the more exciting conversations around him. He’d go home to his room in the shared apartment in a large building and often as not, be alone again, unless Yoongi or Taehyung were around and up for something. Taehyung barely seemed to land these days though and Yoongi was going through a nocturnal phase.

Ok, maybe Jungkook was lonely. Nothing new. And he just wanted to get to exist around a group of people he could pretend he had a connection with for a while without actually having to interact in a way that broke the myth. They were just a bunch of cool people who all liked warm coffee beverages on a cool autumn day.

But the problem was, these weren’t his people. None of them. If they were, he wouldn’t be scrolling not one but two matchmaking apps. White Tie Suit was the more sophisticated of the two, promising to help young single penguins find their life partner. Dive worried less about the lifelong and more about the nightlong, a quick hookup app that made no promises about whether you’d find someone actually worth taking home for the Holidays. Jungkook had been active on both for a number of years he did not feel like recalling, and while he’d managed to eke some hookups out of them, certainly nothing lasting. Probably he’d have better luck if he lived closer to home but… well… this was home now. For now. Unless he just hit his limit for loneliness…

“Excuse me.” Jungkook looked up. He’d been so busy thumb-scrolling and lamenting his unreturned “right-flaps” that he hadn’t prepared himself for the approach. This was the problem when you were exposed on all sides, it was too hard to monitor threat vs. non-threat. He looked up and didn’t think this woman was a threat. But maybe she was.

“Hi,” Jungkook said as a cold sweat broke out down his spine. Oh. Wow. She was very pretty. He sat up in his chair, rolling his shoulders back, lifting his chin. He pitched his voice as low as he could. “Nice to meet you.”

She shirked her shoulders cutely and pointed, “Is that chair taken?”

“No, have a seat,” he quickly gestured. Fuck. Fuck, this was an unexpected turn.

“Thank you,” she said, and picked up the chair and carried it over to the other table. Where she sat down and promptly leaned in to kiss her girlfriend.

Jungkook hated it here.

He gave up on the cafe, bundled his things in his arms, and went to ask for a carry-out cup for his untouched drink. And an ice cube because it was too hot to drink.

His latte cup was empty by the time he got home, chugged a bit too quickly as he had to catch a crowded bus. Seal. He could smell it, somewhere further back, but couldn’t see over the heads. That made it worse, even though rationally he knew someone with seal DNA was not going to just fucking attack him in the middle of a crowded bus. Well, it could happen, but it was rare. Just like Jungkook wasn’t going to go bite someone with mackerel in their blood. The same, right? Except seals were always total assholes, unlike penguins.

At least the stop was just outside of his building, a birds-only housing development, though it didn’t mean asshole free. Jungkook hated this building, which was as noisy and active as a frat house at all hours of the day. Taehyung liked that, and it was the first place they’d found that had two single-room vacancies in a multi-unit, which was all either could afford at the time. Now Jungkook could afford significantly more but… what was the point? Sure, he could move into a single unit somewhere, or even buy his own place outright in the suburbs but that was pointless without a partner. In fact, buying the wrong place could cost him a partner, if he picked a place they didn’t like… Besides, he’d be alone in a bigger place which wasn’t necessarily any better than being packed in with people he didn’t like. He hadn’t liked everyone at home either, even when they were all penguins. Maybe he just didn’t fit anywhere...

“Hey, chickie,” Chad greeted the second Jungkook walked through the door. Chad. He was a fucking blue-jay named Chad, how gross could you get? Jungkook ignored him and separated the pieces of his coffee cup into the sorted bins. He could see the beer bottles in one had not been rinsed out. “You cooking dinner tonight?”

“Not for you,” Jungkook said, stepping around him.

“It’s your turn.”

“We don’t take turns cooking.”

“It’s his turn, right?” Chad called to Steven.

“Yep.”

“You’re a seagull, you don’t say anything but yep,” Jungkook retorted.

“Aw, chickie’s feelings are hurt?”

Jungkook bit back the retort, well aware what they were trying to get him to say, what he had accidentally snapped one time and sealed his fate: I’m not a chick, I’m a cock. It was true. He was an adult.

Chad and Steven laughed anyway. They knew he’d thought it. He might as well have said it.

“Hey fuck off, make your own food,” Yoongi said, shuffling right between them. He opened the fridge and blinked at the light before closing it and looking at the counter.

“It’s his turn,” Chad frowned. Hurt. Because it hurt when Yoongi told you to fuck off, even if you were a bluejay named Chad. The soup he made when you were sick was just too healing, even Chad and Steven respected him. Didn’t hurt that barn owls had been known to eat even adult blue-jays. Not the people obviously, and yet Taehyung had an actual tally on the whiteboard in his room for how many times Yoongi managed to unintentionally sneak up on Chad and make him squeak or drop whatever he was holding.

“It’s not--” Jungkook began but Yoongi interrupted, “It’s fine, I’ll cook. Transfer me money,” he told Chad and Steven. “Ok day at work?” he asked Jungkook. It flattered him, to be asked.

“It was ok,” he mumbled. Chad and Steven had whipped out their phones, willing to pay Yoongi for the service they demanded from Jungkook. They couldn’t actually bully him around; he didn’t do what they said ever. If it came to blows he was definitely faster and stronger than both of them. He just didn’t want it to come to blows. He didn’t feel like fighting anyone. He was tired. He just wanted things to be easy and quiet.

“I’ll cook with you,” he said to Yoongi. “Let me put my stuff down. Did you sleep all day?”

“Yeah. I’ll keep it down tonight,” he promised. The late-night music never bothered Jungkook though and he brushed it off. Maybe it would be different if Yoongi sucked, but his compositions were always incredible. Jungkook actually preferred he use the speakers if he was working on the keyboard, so he could hear the actual music instead of just the keys clicking.

“I don’t care, hyung. I’ll cook with you and you can tell me what you’re working on.”

“Yeah sure,” Yoongi said. “Get my sauce basket.” Jungkook was flattered to be asked this as well, to even be entrusted with its location in his room. The sauce basket was kept there, instead of the kitchen, to prevent late night cooking attempts by Chad and Steven who did not and should not cook, especially with Yoongi’s high end materials.

Cooking with Yoongi was a definite improvement to his day. He didn’t even totally hate eating with Chad and Steven, even though Steven constantly stole things from his plate unasked. Chad, much more possessive with his plate, nearly stabbed Steven with a fork when he did it to him, so that was exciting.

Taehyung got home in time to steal the last bit of food and bully Chad and Steven into helping with the dishes. It left Jungkook free to escape, now maxed out with people interactions for the day. There. He’d been social. Maybe not social with the kind of people who were easy, but it did mean that now he appreciated closing his bedroom door with the world outside.

Besides, he’d gotten a phone alert and didn’t want to be too late.

His hands fumbled with anticipatory energy as he quickly lowered his blinds and locked the door and switched to the rippling blue LEDs placed around the room. For a moment he paused and just let out the deep breath he’d held all day. Maybe it was silly how quickly just lights could relax him but he felt happily submerged in peace here.

Right, the appointment. He set his glass egg carefully in a little crate he had for it on his desk. He nearly dropped his laptop in his haste to grab it from his nightstand and clear a space also on his desk. He almost used the desktop but no, he wanted the flexibility to move to the bed if things went well. He fired it up and barely remembered to plug his headphones in before navigating to the site link.

“... so I promised to do that because it’s something highly requested,” PattyPussy25 said into the camera. She sat cross-legged on her bed, wearing an incredibly sexy flowy black lingerie set. The camera quality wasn’t the best but Patty’s personality was so cute and quirky, Jungkook still liked her. He did! He admitted it, even though she was a platypus. It wasn’t like she actually looked like a platypus. Or like genetic preferences could pick up on the species gap through a fucking computer screen.

He used to only watch penguin girls. It just seemed the natural choice since, you know, that’s what he was looking for in life. Hoping for. Replacing with fantasy until he could find the real thing. But there weren’t many of them. The one he liked the best had found a mate and stopped streaming, and the one he liked second best… well, he still watched her, but when he’d bought her the gift through her support shop, she’d disappointed him.

So he’d branched out, first to other birds, and now even to other animals. It wasn’t a big deal, right? There were totally people who mated outside their species and it wasn’t illegal or anything, just a little odd. Like why couldn’t you find a mate within your own species? You tended to see it more with hybrids who weren’t lifelong monogamous. You were really signing yourself up for some culture shock maybe if you were going to be lifelong with someone totally different than you and your family.

But he was a penguin. Serial monogamous, not lifelong monogamous. Honestly he couldn’t really imagine committing to anyone for that long for real, though he had his romantic dreams like anyone else. If you could at least find a nice long for right now, why not dream it would be so good you were happy with it for life?

When Adelaide12 disappointed him with the toy though, he began clicking through other channels. Too many cat girls and dog girls and dolphin girls but it was almost nicer to be interested in a more niche space to give him some direction in a sea of hot women. Quickly and unsurprisingly, he realized the mainstream mammals wouldn’t get it. Egg laying hybrids would come through for him, even if Adelaide12 hadn’t.

HornyTori was the first camgirl he’d actually subscribed to for real. She was one of the most popular on the site, the go-to lizard girl, and while at first he’d been shocked by her crests and blunt demeanor, he’d quickly realized why she was so popular. Hot, funny, cool, and had no problem shutting down bullshit from her viewers. If only Jungkook had understood sooner that was really her thing, it would have saved him from the way she’d mocked the message he’d attached to the gift he sent her through her support store. He’d had plenty of humiliating moments in his life. He was not interested in sponsoring one, certainly not unexpectedly when he was already sitting dick out and lubed, hopeful she’d enjoy his gift. You’re a penguin? You’re weird. Probably some chubby guy in your mom’s basement, huh? Ironically he probably would have had an easier time meeting a penguin woman if he was!

OK. HornyTori was in the past. So he tried SoftShellLover, a pretty and shy turtle whose slow and sensual ways made him cum embarrassingly hard, so hard he wouldn’t even talk to his friends about it because what if he had a thing for turtles? She appreciated the gift, but now he was too scared to add any notes, and she didn’t take initiative and after that, she didn’t do it for him anymore. Then he tried GatorSnatchedAngel, whose tattoos and piercings kept him sweaty for days. She seemed like she’d be game for anything, but his vague suggestion was too vague. When he followed up, trying to encourage her more in the right direction, she blocked him. Which of course made him feel like a shitty creep but he wasn’t a shitty creep!

So now it was down to PattyPussy25. Patty the platypus did all sorts of niche things. Really niche, like lactation and venom milking, and her partially webbed hands and feet came up in her videos a lot. None of these particularly appealed to Jungkook but she was sexy and sultry and kind of weird like him, so he liked her. He was open minded! Couldn’t other people be?

“Now I got a special gift from my support store this week and it arrived in the mail yesterday.” Fuck this was it! Jungkook’s hands shook. She lifted the velvet pouch into view and Jungkook’s cock twitched. He could hardly look at the screen and glanced around his desk instead.

Ah, blue egg was right in view, nestled in its lined storage box. Oops. He shifted the laptop so blue egg was hidden behind it, out of view. He didn’t want to be reminded of that right now, not when Patty untied the pouch and let the gift --his gift-- fall into her hand.

“This is a nice one,” she said, slanting her hands towards the camera. It almost rolled out of her palm and Jungkook’s heart leapt but she caught it and laughed. “Oops. I did already open this earlier today so I could clean it --always clean your toys before use and after use, remember that! And let me tell you, this one is so nice. It has a velvety texture and the color is this really pretty pink.”

Jungkook was sweating, watching her describe his gift so appreciatively. Now he couldn’t tear his gaze from the screen as he fumbled with his sweatpants, sliding them down his ass, all the way to the floor. His hand patted around the desk until he found the drawers beneath, the bottle of lube and box of tissues stowed inside.

“Listen to that buzz,” Patty grinned, turning it on and holding it near the camera. She was so close, Jungkook could see the camera lights reflecting in her eyes, and the shine of her teeth, and the way her nipples were straining against the flimsy gauze of her lingerie. It must be cold in her room. That surprised him. She liked the cold? She didn’t mind that? His cock twitched again, actually lifted off his thigh, as he thought of licking down and around those pebbled, cold nipples.

Patty pressed the toy to her nose and giggled, “Oh yeah, that’s going to feel good. Like I said, this is a good egg. Thank you so much, EggsandTails97. I’m really going to enjoy this, I can tell, and I hope you enjoy watching me make myself cum with your generous gift.” As she said it, she rolled the egg down her jaw and down her neck and across her collarbone.

Fuck. Fuck fuck. Jungkook slapped the lube pump and dropped his hand to stroke his cock, fondling his balls with the other as she shuffled back from the camera. At first she sat curl-legged on her bed, letting the egg roll and buzz across her tits. She pressed it to each nipple in turn and made this delicious noise, a combination of a moan and a giggle. Jungkook swallowed and squeezed the head of his cock almost painfully hard. His mouth was dry, he was so excited. She was going to do it. Patty the platypus understood what he wanted, from his note: Show me what a platypus does with an egg.

Jungkook’s hand squeezed and snapped more quickly along his length as the egg traveled lower. She slipped a strap off her shoulder, letting one breast free, but even that couldn’t distract him from the path of the egg as she spread her legs. Oh fuck, what if she put it in under her underwear? And just left it there for a while?

“Come on,” he mumbled, palm slick along his length.

“All right all you naughty boys, I’ll show you what a platypus does with an egg.”

Jungkook coughed. He actually choked on his own saliva. Quickly he squeezed the base of his dick, desperate not to cum too soon. This wasn’t a recording, he wouldn’t be able to watch it again later and fully enjoy the sweet moment. The ephemeral nature of these videos was a thing he’d come to appreciate about them.

“I’m so wet right now and I haven’t even touched my pussy yet,” Patty grinned, biting her thick lower lip. “I’m already clenching… it’s so hard to go slow but I want to take my time and enjoy this with you.” She gasped when the egg touched her panties; her shoulders jerked as she giggled about how strong it was. Jungkook leaned in closer, watching every moment, trying to ignore the wet sound of his own hand despite his headphones. He wished she was louder, there was that. She tended to be chill but if she would do this for him, he’d never complain again--

Her panties came off. Ok, that was ok. Jungkook tried to slow down but couldn’t because her own gasps and moans were picking up.

“Come on,” he muttered. “Put it in. Put it in, Patty. Let me see that egg stretch your pussy…”

She came. No egg in the pussy, just buzzing merrily against her clit. She was a little louder than usual; maybe she really did enjoy it. But Jungkook was crestfallen. He closed his eyes and imagined what he’d wanted to see so he could finish, and cumming was… satisfactory. Cumming was never bad.

But yet another disappointment left him empty and sullen afterwards. He turned her video off without listening to her further, just closed his laptop. He frowned, faced with his little comfort egg again.

“I’m never going to find a mate,” he lamented, glancing down at his spent, soft dick, as if it were to blame. “I can’t even find a woman who knows where to put a fucking egg!”

His blue egg said nothing as he tucked it into the pocket of his sweatpants, once he’d cleaned up. He always slept with it close, but particularly tonight, after yet another disappointment. He pulled it out of his pocket and rolled over so that it was trapped under his stomach, a little uncomfortable as a reminder, as a guarantee it was safely there. Only then did he finally fall asleep.

The bar near his office building was crowded on a Tuesday night. Stupidly so. But Namjoon had made clear he needed a hang time without directly asking for a hang time and while also making clear no one could come to his place because his sister was “in a mood” --though Jungkook had a secret suspicion Namjoon just didn’t want Taehyung or Jungkook around his sister because she was hot and did not hide she found both of them so as well. Jungkook was flattered to be in the same company as Taehyung.

Once they were all four seated around a high-top near the cracked windows though, it became clear the true reason for Namjoon’s huddle call: he wanted to tattle on Taehyung.

It started innocently enough: “Ok, I need advice,” he said, holding a chip piled with avocado dipping sauce. Taehyung leaned in, Yoongi leaned back, Jungkook just ate food, already unsure what advice he could possibly give the golden eagle. If he had shoulders and height like that, he’d never need advice from anyone.

“Oh is this about that girl you met Saturday?” Taehyung asked.

“Which girl?” Namjoon asked, quickly lowering his chip. “The one who was the whole reason I brought you to that party to wingman for me for? Or the one I was left with after you made off with the first one?”

There it was. Yoongi and Jungkook said nothing but shifted their gaze to Taehyung, who cried,

“No! I mean, yes, I did wingman for you! But she was a marmot!”

“So?”

Yoongi grimaced, “Ah. Her instincts were strong about it?”

“Yes,” Taehyung nodded. “She was super cute and sweet and absolutely terrified when Namjoon approached her. But her friend liked hyung much more so he-- so you told me the marmot woman was all clear.”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t mean you should just go for it. I work with that woman!”

“So?” Taehyung argued.

Jungkook, mouth full of crackers, asked, “Wait, she was scared of hyung but not of you?”

He shouldn’t have asked, Taehyung was all too happy to remind him, “Peregrine falcons mostly eat other birds. Rarely marmots. Unlike me, I’ll eat anything.” He winked as he said it, pleased with his dirty joke.

“I was fully prepared to eat her in a sexual way,” Namjoon sighed.

“She just didn’t like your vibes, that’s all. It’s not a you problem, hyung, you’re great. Didn’t you take that other woman home? She didn’t mind your vibes.”

“And what vibes are those?” Namjoon asked, leaning forward on the table. The thunk of his big arms was enough to rattle their drinks. Granted, it was because of a loose leg on the pedestal table but the timing of it was perfect. Namjoon sighed and covered his face. “I’m not threatening!”

“Not all women know about eagles. You have a bit of a reputation. You’re large, you’re fierce, you’re intelligent,” Yoongi pointed out.

“Yeah, hyung. You’re a catch. You instill fear and respect,” Taehyung added. Jungkook arched his eyebrow at Taehyung. He was really laying the apology on thick.

“You really took her home with you?” he asked Taehyung.

“Ok look--”

“He did!” Namjoon sighed. “And whatever happened, she wouldn’t even look me in the eye today.”

“Nothing bad happened,” Taehyung quickly defended. “We just fucked.”

“Uh huh.”

Yoongi shook his head and gave Jungkook a look, but he wasn’t sure what the look was supposed to mean.

“What are you wanting advice about, hyung?” Jungkook tried. “You met another woman there?”

“Yeah I did and she’s great but… ah, it’s the same problem as always. She thought I didn’t enjoy it… so now the text messages are awkward.”

“You have to let the woman know you’re enjoying it,” Yoongi said. “Tell her you did.”

“I did tell her that! But she thought I was too quiet like they always do… I thought a marmot wouldn’t mind me being quiet, she might see it as a sign of respect.”

“She wasn’t quiet and didn’t mind me not being quiet either…” Taehyung mumbled into his Coke. Namjoon gave him a stare lacking all amusement. Taehyung sighed, “I mean it, it’s nothing wrong with you. If I had to choose between us, I’d choose you. I’m just faster and looser and less threatening, that’s all it was. But if you’re that bothered by it, I’ll call her after all and push her to give you a chance.”

“You weren’t even going to call her?” Jungkook asked, not surprised. “Fast” was a good way to describe all of Taehyung’s relationships with members of the opposite sex.

“Nah, she was fun but she’s not like the one. She knew that too, she was just looking for fun. Seriously, hyung, do you want me to--”

“No,” Namjoon sighed. “I don’t want you to beg a woman for me.”

Yoongi nodded, “If you’re going to really help him, you should have just invited him along.” Even as he said it, he couldn’t keep a straight face, already predicting Namjoon’s outrage.

“Yeah, why not? Thanks, great advice for meeting my mate, great advice from an owl who’s been circling his mate for how long now? And still won’t--”

“I knew you were going to bring her up,” Yoongi sighed. “I told you, it’s not like that. She’s not interested…”

But Jungkook was quick to agree, “She is interested, hyung, she’s just waiting for you to be direct.”

“Wait, hyung, did you really wonder if a marmot was going to be your mate?” Taehyung asked, stopping the derailment and even putting his hand on Namjoon’s arm.

“I… well… I don’t know!” Namjoon answered, instantly flustered. Which he had good reason to be; even though interspecies relationships weren’t unheard of, they were even more rare among direct food chain links. Sure, people looked like people and acted like people and they weren’t walking around murdering and eating other people who just happened to have the DNA threads of their own hybrid threads’ prey. But while the DNA implants several generations ago had ended the outbreak, they had left these shadows of instinct. In some people, very strong shadows.

Jungkook slid his hand beneath the table to check his egg nestled securely in the pocket of his sweatpants, right next to his phone. He twisted it until he could feel the scratch of the etching under the pad of his thumb.

“I feel like shit,” Taehyung fronwed. “I’m not heckling you about a marmot, hyung, I just didn’t realize it was that serious. I never would have taken her home. I asked you first!”

Now Namjoon backtracked, “Well, maybe it’s-- I don’t mean it’s that serious, just that… ah, it’s just awkward now because I work with her and if you don’t call her, maybe she’ll ask me about it.”

“If she does then you can swoop in --eh, pun not intended,” Yoongi suggested.

Jungkook pulled the egg out of his pocket and rolled it absent-mindedly in his hands. The weight of it was always comforting to toss if he was nervous, but right now he was just slightly buzzed and restless.

“What party was this?” he asked them. He had known Taehyung was out Saturday night but not where. He also knew Yoongi had been out with his “not yet his mate” friend. But he’d been sitting at home, so if Namjoon and Taehyung had been to a party--

“It was a house-warming party,” Namjoon told him. “Someone in my branch got a new place with their mate and invited the department… not my department but I went anyway… that sounds creepier than I mean. A lot of people crashed. It’s tradition.”

“I’ll go next time with you. I can wingman for you and I won’t take any of the women you like home to fuck,” Jungkook offered. The corners of his lips twitched, trying not to smile as Taehyung glared.

The glare lasted only a moment before Taehyung sighed, “You should fuck them. You would feel so much better if you fucked one! You move at a glacial place sexually, Kook.”

“I’ve fucked women before,” he defended. “I just don’t divebomb them like you do.”

“They like it.”

But Namjoon gave Jungkook an apologetic look and said, “I only didn’t ask you because I know you don’t like big noisy parties. Besides, we’re both too slow with women. I’ll admit it. Aren’t we? But I thought Taehyung could help me-- you helped both of them meet women!”

Jungkook grimaced and tucked the egg back into his pocket. Yes, Taehyung had helped him meet women before. He was a good friend and he wanted to help, but he just had a very different approach. Jungkook really wanted to meet his mate. It was very important to him to meet his mate and spend as little of his life as possible flailing about with other women who might be willing to fuck once or twice but ultimately didn’t really get him or want him. He wanted someone to take home.

“Yeah but you’re putting too much pressure on yourself,” Taehyung explained. “I could only help them when they relaxed too. Don’t act like I don’t want to find a life mate too. Peregrine falcons mate for life! Golden eagles and penguins do not always.” He pointed at the two of them. “So don’t give me shit just because I’m enjoying my time until I meet the one. When I do, she will be my entire world. Until then… I’m enjoying myself. You both are too busy worrying about it. Just relax and have fun. You’ll meet someone when you least expect it.”

To Jungkook’s surprise, Namjoon turned to him and Yoongi and asked, “How did you relax about it? Right now I’m feeling pretty sure I’m going to die alone.”

Yoongi nodded, “I just accept I might die alone. If you come to terms with it, it’s not so bad.”

“Just make your move,” Taehyung sighed dramatically.

“It’s… complicated…”

“What about you?” Namjoon asked Jungkook.

“I got just the right amount of drunk,” Jungkook admitted. “And… decided my way wasn’t working so I should try Taehyungie-hyung’s way. I didn’t meet any penguins that way but I did get to have sex…”

“Will you only wind up with a penguin?” Yoongi asked him. He’d asked this before too, when they’d first started to be friends after moving in together. It was just coincidence, they hadn’t known each other, Yoongi had just accepted the placement by the building, but he’d gotten along well with Taehyung and Jungkook, and introduced them to his friend Namjoon, and now two years had gone by. And all of them were still without mates.

Jungkook frowned, “You make that sound like a bad thing. I’m not specist. If I met someone else --I’m open,” he insisted and decided to believe it. “I just think a penguin has a better chance of understanding… me. And my family.”

“Can’t your family introduce you to someone?” Namjoon asked.

“No,” Jungkook said simply. It was a stupid answer, because often penguin families did set their kids up, his situation was just... He felt Taehyung’s gaze and received a friendly soft smile when he looked up.

Taehyung corroborated, “Yeah, they won’t help him. But you’ll meet someone and you’ll meet someone and I’ll meet someone and Yoongi-hyung will stop kicking tires. We’re young and we all have love ahead of us!”

“Spoken like someone who got laid recently,” Yoongi muttered.

“I wouldn’t know,” Jungkook sighed. He turned his head as several people in the crowded restaurant pushed against his back, a woman trying to squeeze between his and another table.

“Sorry,” she murmured and was gone. Jungkook frowned. Damn, he was so touch starved that a woman touching his back really made him tingly like that? Pathetic.

“Take me next time you go,” he said. “I want to meet people too. I’m sitting at home too much.”

“Hand getting sore?”

“Shut up, hyung.”

“Someone’s grumpy…”

Conversation did in fact move away from women --or the lack thereof. It had been a week, so there were other things to share. New music, funny videos, fall events, community gossip. Yoongi’s orchestra was gearing up for a performance they’d all go to; he’d even composed one of the songs being performed. Namjoon was pretty sure his sister had a threesome and her partners ate his entire box of cereal afterwards. Taehyung’s mom had sent him a care package and he was positive Steven had broken into it; he was debating putting laxatives in one and leaving it out as a trap. Jungkook was very glad he’d been warned.

But eventually the pub was closing and they all had work tomorrow, including Yoongi with his day rehearsals.

“You sure you can make it?” Namjoon teased him as they strolled out the front doors, feeling pretty good a couple drinks in.

Yoongi glared, “I’m not actually nocturnal. I just do my best work at night.”

“You’re an owl! It would be understandable!”

“Barn owls are only nocturnal if they live somewhere they might get swarmed if they hunt during the day,” Yoongi scoffed. “Learn outside your own species, Namjoonie.”

“Ouch! I learn all about my friends’ species!”

“Do you ever wonder if we make it all mean more than it does by expecting it to mean more?” Jungkook asked. The alcohol had warmed his blood and he was feeling pretty good right now.

Taehyung slung his arm over his shoulder and teased, “Ah, deep thinker Jungkookie, I like where your brain goes on a Tuesday night.”

“Thanks, hyung, I--” Jungkook broke off. He immediately stopped walking. His hand groped around his pocket, as if it was deep enough the egg could possibly be hiding in there. It wasn’t. He checked his other pocket; he nearly dropped his phone in his haste to check his shirt and underwear and hair, stupid with panic.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung asked.

“My egg,” he said. “My egg is gone.”

“Your egg--”

“It’s gone,” he said, voice cracking.

Namjoon touched his shoulder, “No, maybe you left it at the table? Did you have it here in the restaurant?”

“Are you sure you didn’t leave it at home?” Yoongi asked.

“I never leave it at home.”

“Ok ok let’s go check the table,” Namjoon insisted and doubled back. Jungkook hurried after him, ignoring the hostess who told them they were closed.

“He left something at the table,” Yoongi explained in the background while Jungkook sniffed around the table. Everything was cleared away, some servers were starting to move chairs and sweep around them.

“It’s not here,” Jungkook cried, checking over and under and around. “It was here, I had it here!”

“I don’t remember seeing it,” Taehyung offered.

“What if they threw it away?”

“Excuse me,” Yoongi called, chasing after one of the busboys. Jungkook could barely make out his questions as noise buzzed in his ears. Gone, his egg was gone, it was lost, if it wasn’t here it could be dropped in a gutter or in a pile of garbage. Someone might have picked it up or thrown it away. He might never see it again.

“Let’s go check at home,” Taehyung said, grabbing his arm. “I don’t think you even had it here, I don’t remember seeing it.”

“I always have it,” Jungkook mumbled. He felt himself shutting down.

“I’ll check around outside here,” Namjoon offered. “Call me if you find it at home.”

“You walked here right? Let’s look on the way,” Yoongi suggested. It was a good idea. Jungkook felt his energy lift again. Maybe they’d find it. It was just a little blue egg, not of value to anyone except himself. Maybe if someone saw it, they’d just keep walking. Maybe they’d just ignore it, and it would just stay sitting there, and if Jungkook didn’t find it soon, it would still be sitting there when winter set in. The cold would make the glass crack.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find your egg,” Taehyung assured him, looking on the right side of the sidewalk while Yoongi searched the left. Jungkook checked both sides after them, certain they might miss the egg. They wouldn’t look with the same eyes he would. If anyone found his precious egg it would have to be him.

“I’m sure it’s at home in its little box this whole time and we’re worried for nothing,” Yoongi agreed. Jungkook appreciated the “we.” He appreciated they were looking. But he couldn’t say anything yet because panic pitched him too close to crying. His little egg, lost… it was unthinkable.

Jungkook had barely slept. It had been hard work for Yoongi and Taehyung to keep him from wandering out into the night to search the streets completely. Instead he’d torn apart his room and then the rest of the apartment. Chad had laughed about it and Jungkook had thrown himself bodily at the guy, who after getting knocked into the wall by Jungkook and shoved towards his room by Yoongi, decided to go into it and shut the door.

The only thing that got Jungkook moving for work in the morning was the opportunity to scour his path and the building. He almost always walked, so he did this time too after going over the lobby of his building and all around the front path again. Nothing. So he walked slowly to work, head down, gaze fixated on the path, the gutter, the buildings. He peered into every trash can in case someone had found it and not understood the significance, but of course if someone had thrown it away yesterday, it could be gone--

He couldn’t even think it. When he reached his building, he took every possible path he could have taken. He asked at the security desk. He took each elevator, not caring he looked like a crazy person. He took every path he might have taken on his floor and practically turned his desk over, looking anywhere it might have rolled. Nothing.

Belatedly he remembered that yesterday, out of the ordinary, he had gone to the cafe kiosk in the back atrium of the building! He left his desk, ignoring a coworker who called out to him, probably wondering why he’d been at work for over an hour now and accomplished nothing. Whatever, he’d work late, he just needed to find his egg!

Downstairs, he took a quick right out of the elevators, rounded the corner to the elevator and then BAM. Barrelled right into someone. Because he’d been head down, rushing forward, the other person went flying, bag hitting the ground with a thunk and spilling out.

“Hey!” a female voice cried.

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry.” He stepped over her stuff and made it a couple yards before catching himself. Wait. Wait wait he wasn’t the sort of person who just body-slammed strangers in the hall and left them to sort themselves out.

“Fuck,” he grumbled and spun. “Sorry…”

The woman had already turned her back to him, trying to shovel a ton of shit back into the big bag she’d been carrying. There was so much stuff, he didn’t understand how it actually fit in there.

“What’s wrong with you?” she demanded when he dropped down beside her and began gathering the papers that had scattered. “You’re built like a tank! You can’t just go barrelling through the hallways. I thought you’d be soft under those sweaters you wear but you’re made of fucking bricks!”

“Huh?” He paused and looked at her, too confused now to be offended about her pointing out he wasn’t soft. Did he know this woman? Her long, very curly dark hair seemed like something he would remember, or at least the long, dangly gold coin earrings that shook as she moved. She had a freckle right above her eyebrow and even though her shit was dumped out all over the ground, she was smiling. She had very straight, white teeth.

“I’m Rana?” she said, but like a question, like he ought to know this already.

“Do I… know you?”

“Oh. Well, no, but I work in this building too.”

“Lots of people work in this building…”

“Damn, knocking me down twice, huh?”

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry--”

“Yeah, I noticed,” she laughed. “Why? What’s the emergency?”

“I’m looking for something,” he mumbled, waddling in a crouch to grab the last few papers. He didn’t bother even glancing at the printing on them, some kind of report; he couldn’t have cared less.

“I’m good at finding things,” she said, sitting up like he’d said some magic word. “What are you looking for? I can help.”

“What?” he snapped. He wasn’t listening to her. He thrust the papers at her.

“I can help you, I’m really good at finding things. What is it?”

But in the face of this rather pretty woman, he found himself shy to admit he had been so careless with something so important. She wouldn’t understand; no one ever did. None of his hyungs had a special item like it that they needed to carry around and always have within reach to feel ok. Not unless you counted their phones. This weird woman who didn’t know him but thought he knew her wasn’t any different.

“I don’t need your help,” he said, standing quickly. “Watch where you’re going.”

“What? You ran into me!”

He didn’t bother looking back at her. Just resumed his frantic pace towards the coffee kiosks. He checked on and around it. He asked the employee. He checked all around the benches and walkways and rectangular planters and in among the leaves, just in case someone had seen it and done the semi-kind thing of tucking it safely where it wouldn’t get kicked.

No egg.

Jungkook slumped down on a bench and did his best not to cry.

***

Jungkook did not get any work done that day. He needed to work. He could get away with a couple of days of being useless like this but eventually his boss --who didn’t really understand anything-- would realize he wasn’t working. He’d spent his day running through mental checklists of where else he could search.

But around the time he could clock out, he realized he had to accept it. What could he do? Someone had found his precious egg and put it in a trash can. There was nothing he could do about that. Nothing! He should have prevented it in the first place but he hadn’t and now his egg was in the trash. Like father, like son.

There was no reason to stay at work though. His day was over. Not that there was anything worth going home for but he went through the motions, packing his bag, turning off his computer that had already fallen asleep because he wasn’t bothering it. He nodded in response to what he suspected were goodbyes and goodnights from coworkers but he didn’t look at them or really listen to confirm.

The lobby was crowded with people from so many companies in the multi-story building heading out at once. Jungkook moved through them in a fog, barely noticing when he bumped or knocked into people. He slammed his shoulder painfully on the door heading out but didn’t let that stop him.

It meant he also didn’t know how long someone had been yelling for him until his arm was grabbed and he was wrenched to a stop.

“Hey!”

He blinked at the woman from earlier.

“I was yelling for you.”

“I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t tell me your name earlier so I had to be generic. But look, I--”

“I’m going home. Bye.”

He turned away but she grabbed his arm and this time shoved her hand against his stomach.

She was holding his egg.

His egg!

“My egg!” he gasped, snatching it out of her hand. It was his egg, the very one, not a replacement. It had that familiar little chip on the bottom, the one he ran his finger over sometimes when he was thinking really hard about something. The swirly blue glass had every wave and curve that he remembered. The etching was there, every letter familiar when he dragged his thumbnail across. The egg was even warm, like she’d carried it tucked in her jacket pocket, just like he did.

“Yeah, I found it,” she said. “I--”

“Where did you find it?” he demanded. “Where was it?”

“It was in the stairwell.”

“I never went in the stairwell,” he said, holding it pressed under his chin as he tried to figure it out. Maybe someone had kicked it? Or it had rolled? But someone would have had to open the door at the same time. And it was heavy; if you kicked it, you’d feel it. Forgetting himself, he rolled it up his chin and smushed it against his mouth until his teeth clicked against the glass.

“What’s the deal with that egg anyway?” the woman asked. “What’s special about it?”

Immediately his shoulders stiffened. His gaze slid to her, remembering she was there. She had, in fact, found his egg and returned it to him. Which meant it was good he’d bumped into her earlier because if he hadn’t, she wouldn’t have known the egg was his and brought it back to him. Maybe she would have thrown it away! Quickly at the thought he shoved the egg down into his pocket, but kept his fingers wrapped tight around it, proving to them both that the egg was safe and secure and back where it belonged. He hadn’t even seen any new nicks or scratches but he’d check for sure once he got home.

“It’s just one of those things, huh?”

He stared at her, trying to follow what she’d said, but he was still reeling from the relief of it all. Fuck. Fuck what a terrifying almost-twenty four hours this had been. But it was ok! He had his egg back! Thank fuck!

“A man of few words, huh?”

“Thank you,” he recalled himself enough to say. “For… finding it.”

She gave him a bright smile and reminded him, “I told you I’m good at finding things.” He didn’t know what else to say. He almost couldn’t move, he was so dizzy with relief. He inched his fingers all over the egg but didn’t feel any new damage. He needed to get home and look, to reassure himself this had been a terrible mistake but he could move past it. All had not been lost.

She was staring at him, he realized. He didn’t even remember her name, but now she tilted her head and her gaze was fixed to the side. He looked over his shoulder to see what she was looking at.

“I like your earrings,” she said, and reached out to flick the silver hoops. “Not many men around here wear them.” It was shockingly intimate, he felt like. He shook his head and took a step back, stunned her hand had been right there, right beside his face.

Flustered, he mumbled, “Thanks,” then turned and ran away before she could do anything weird. He couldn’t wait to let the guys know his egg was back with him and safe and he wasn’t the shittiest guy who couldn’t even keep track of one stone egg.

Fuck. Fuck, he really didn’t know what he would have done if he’d lost it.

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jaefmin · 3 years

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Talent hunt - J.JK

DKSDKLSD HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE <33

➳ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female reader

➳ Genre: pure crack✨friends to lovers au, lil bit of fluff in the end, friend!jk, crack!jk, the oc's kinda talentless TUMBLR ADDICT OC FOR Y'ALL!

➳ Summary: Jungkook's filled with talents, just like your snack bowl. He can't believe it, that you do nothing except writing your articles. He wants to find it all in you, because he knows that you've got the energy. Read on to find out what happens between both these characters!!

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“I mean, you would have some specialty at least.” He pleaded, again. “I told you already, Jungkook, I don’t do anything.” You replied for the ninth time, sparks of hope left bursting inside you that he would stop. “It can’t be that way. Every person is special in some or the other way, I know you’ve got something.” Those sparks inside seemed to find their way down pretty quick. You found it pretty annoying, especially when he had to do this between your work. You tried to come up with some reply for him to stop. Once you’d tell him about it, he’d think over it and stop annoying you. After thinking for a while with Jungkook sitting in front of you with puppy eyes, you came up with one.

“Yes!! I have a specialty!!” You bursted out, and Jungkook’s face lit up with a bright smile. “Ha!! I knew it!! Told ya!!” His face lit up, excitement filled inside to know what it was. “There’s this site called tumblr, and it’s GOLD. I have a lot of mutuals over there and they’re the reason I’m alive right now. I’m pretty famous there.” Your chest widened at the amount of notes you had on your posts. Jungkook's expression seemed to change every word of your answer, before he came up with another question. “N-no, Social media-? I didn't mean that.. Any real talent? More of like, uhh sports? Drawing? I bet you’re good at drawing!! You’re that typical type with glasses and you’d look pretty good with a brush.” You doubted yourself earlier on calling Jungkook a crackhead, but it seems like you have to doubt yourself upon doubting Jungkook being a crackhead or not now. ‘It isn’t what it seems like, kook. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” Jungkook, being back to the moody gen-z he is, rolled his eyes at your comment. “Come on girl!! Don’t be a mom! I know you’ve got this!” He hits you playfully while speaking, at you could have sworn, if he had just applied 🤏🏻 much more force, you would have gone flying ten feet away. “A MOM?!!? EXCUSE ME!?!?” Your tone didn't seem to satisfy him, “Alright, calm down smelly. Since, you’re think good at nothing, we’ll go through a list of things that I’m good at or I know, and then I’m pretty sure we’ll find a good quality from them that you have.” You knew the article you were writing wasn’t going to get anywhere. “One condition.” The man in front of you rolled his eyes once again, “Go on, mom.” You shot a death glare at him and that was all it took; his hands were up in the air, peace written all over his face. “You let me complete my work after we finish this.” Jungkook seemed surprised, “That’s all?” He pauses, “Duh, I’m doing this for you to feel good. I can stop right now if you say.” Being a person who wasn’t contended hurting others feelings, you replied “Alright then, let’s do it.”

He sat on the bed, and you followed him upon it. “Okay, so first question, how fast can you run?” He asks with curiosity. “Hmph, bold of you to think I even get up from my seat.” His eyebrows curl up, and you know that he’s saying something in his head about you, like you’re hindered. “So if you’re saying you don’t get up from your seat, do you only write articles all day?” He questions, “I just told you, you forgetful egg, I’m also on tumblr! And that, I’m telling you, it takes up more than half of my day.” You reminded him, and whenever the thought of tumblr came into your mind, you internally smiled at yourself. ”Jungkook seemed to be in deep thought, and again came up with a question. “Y/N! Yes! You write articles! That’s your speciality!! Your writing’s good!!” Your eyebrows shot up along with Jungkook’s and both of your eyes widened, you’ve come up with something! But the reason you were happy is that this long conversation finished, and you could finally get back to finishing your article. “Yes Jungkook!! That’s the good quality that I have!! So it’s done, we’re finished, and now I’m getting back to my work.” You got up from the bed, and were about to get back to your seat, when Jungkook caught your wrist.

“That’s only one quality Y/n!! I have a lot more things that I’m good at!! It can’t be only one!” You balled your hand into a fist, annoyance filling you up. You tried to calm yourself down instead of exploding right at Jungkook because he’s your friend and you do care about a person’s feelings. You turned, “I know! But I’m so sorry, koo!! I really have a lot of work right now, so mind if we keep this convo for later?” You asked, hoping this would lead to a finished article at the end. You knew this wasn’t getting anywhere, Jungkook would definitely want to continue. “But Y/n,” He placed both your hands in his, “You know you’ve been feeling unmotivated lately, right?” His voice deepened. “It is really important! We need to do this! I understand that your article’s important too, but your mental health should be given more importance. It’s alright if you lose your job, but health-” It’s funny how he makes you think about his duality in every conversation. Sure of the fact that even begging and falling to his feet won’t help in this situation, you intruded his speech. “I understand.” You pressed his hand, “Let’s dive into it!” You were pretty good at fake-smiling and the tone in your voice seemed quite believable, the sarcasm hidden behind. You took your seat on the bed in front of Jungkook. “That’s the Y/N I wanna see!!” You smiled at his innocence, and continued the conversation.

“So, what about any sport that you’re interested in? Maybe something like badminton, football, volleyball, or swimming?” Jungkook’s next question popped up, and it reminded you of the old days. “The last time I swam was when I was ten, because my elder brother accidentally pushed me into the water, and I almost drowned, and like everyone’s parents, even mines were triggered and they pushed me to learn swimming.” Another sarcastic reply made its way through your lips, Jungkook again bewildered by how unattached you are. “And well basketball, I used to like it, but then I almost broke my nose in a match, never found the courage to get back on the ground again. Jungkook was quick to reply, “That’s not called getting triggered, Y/N. They did it because that's gonna help you in some or the other way in future.” Your face went blank at his comment, “Who's being the mom now?” “N-No, I’m not-” Jungkook went red stuttering at every word. "Next thing we’re looking at is… reading! Do you like reading?” He immediately planned to change the topic, your face retaining the blank expression that’s always put on it. Did he just forget that you write articles? Still, boys don’t get these kinds of death glares or eye contacts girls make, so Jungkook stays clueless. His eyebrows furrow up, thoughts muddled up in his mind. After deep thinking for a while, Jungkook strikes. Proudness takes over you, you got yourself a friend who understands girls.

“Nevermind!! We’ll move on?” Your mouth flung open at his reply, a feeling of your hopes shooting to the sky but then immediately bursting out like a firework, sparks falling to the ground. Can someone really expect something from Jeon Jungkook? “I’ve run out of ideas Y/n..” He pouts sadly, and that’s the cue to your happiness. “Okay that’s great! Now I’m getting back to writing my article!” History repeats itself; you get up from the bed to be pulled back down again. Not being someone who can keep their feelings suppressed for a long time, you aim to bawl right at Jungkook, but before anything comes out of your mouth, he interrupts. “Just one more thing Y/n.” The extra amount of innocence spread on Jungkook’s face is something that anyone would give into, and personally you did find him attractive. The way he’s dressed looking all cuddly, you would give into his arms right this second if he asked to. Yes, you did dream about him every night before going to sleep, how fun it would be to have someone like him taking care of you. His duality is out of the question; there’s no one better than him. If it were for him, you’d leave the whole world and give into Jungkook’s arms, but the strings of life keep pulling you back towards them.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize how the time passed by, before you heard a couple snaps in front of your face. “Earth to Y/N???” Jungkook waved his hand in front of you a couple times, bringing you back to reality. Work can be postponed for this angel, just the way you’re punctual. You sat back down and placed your hands above Jungkook’s. He cleared his throat, straightened his back, and began. “Look, people like you, I mean, the ones interested in social media, glasses, look cuddly and cute like penguins,” Jungkook was good, but in some cases you couldn’t guarantee what he would come up with. “I bet you’ve had a boyfriend.” His statement caught you by surprise, your heart racing inside. You didn’t have the courage to reply to him, you are the least interested in opening up. It wasn’t a moment before Jungkook shot back at you, “I’ll tell you what type suits you.” Jungkook’s pretty much of a crackhead, but something urged you not to stop him. You wanted to know which perspective Jungkook looks at you with.

“I think your boyfriend would’ve loved your kisses. I have a feeling you’re a really good kisser, and you would often want cuddles from him. And yes,” He laughs, “You would be a wholesome of cute actions, and there’d be no one else who loved it more than him.” He booped your nose and finished, and not gonna lie, you could drool on him right now. His face was gleaming with compassion, eyes so deep you could drown in them. His lips curved into a tiny smile, the bunny teeth making their appearance. All you wanted to ever do was stay glued to him and keep on listening to those beautiful words that came out of his mouth. His eyes met yours and he leaned you in, a soft expression settling on his face as a stroke of sunlight passed through it. Jungkook continued asking further, “Can I kiss you?” His fingers gently stroked on your cheekbones and his eyes met yours. Faces not centimetres apart, both of your breaths tangled. You locked his lips with yours and gripped onto Jungkook’s neck, your sweet action making him give in. This is what you wanted, and this is what he wanted. You both stayed the same way for a while before separating.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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yuletide letter 2020

Dear Yuletide Writer,

Oh, hello again. I didn’t see you there.

This year, I have transcended earthly desires and struggled to find any fandoms to request. I want nothing. I wish my cat was nominated as a Yuletide fandom so we could all write stories about her life.

Nonetheless, I have some small requests!!!! I believe you can make me happy in ways I’ve never been happy before. I trust you. Happy end of 2020, the cursed year, I hope you are blessed with rest.

My AO3: saezutte

My public twitter: juncassis

My tumblr: here but I do not use tumblr much anymore, sorry.

Do Not Wants

[note: I have no actual triggers, nothing you can write for me will make me any more depressed or anxious than I already am]

Death (of major/important/beloved characters)

Suicide attempts, self-harm

Rape (outright; OK with dub con, manipulation, noncon short of violent-rape-for-violence-only)

Eating disorders, body shaming

Angst without a happy ending, really too much angst at all

Established relationship

Cheating

Actual Unrequited Feelings

Pregnancy (the actual process; breeding kink is fine)

Scat or watersports

Hard BDSM or any kink complicated enough that the characters would have to discuss it ahead of time

Homophobia as a plot device

Excessive attention to identity or politics, sometimes known as “issue fic”

Note on AUs: I am ok with the usual popular AU tropes but I do not want them combined, e.g. A/B/O is fine and coffeeshop is fine, but I don’t want an omega barista getting his scent all over the lattes he makes for some alpha lawyer who comes in every morning. (Ridiculous example, but you get the point.) For AU/modern settings of fandoms with magic, I often like it when the magic is still there in the AU setting. I also like AUs which maintain the general outlines of the character’s relationships, like if the characters are childhood friends in canon, I like to keep that intact.

General preferences:

I am a pretty basic bitch when it comes to fanfic: I like it when two clueless boys pine for each other through some shenanigans and then lock eyes/lips/dicks.

If you fed a neural net every fanfic written in Stargate Atlantis fandom between 2005 and 2010, the result would probably be some nonsense I’d enjoy.

I love many tropes. Tropes! Bed-sharing. Sharing an umbrella. WASHING EACH OTHER’S HAIR? Confessions where they are having an argument and then one of them yells “Because I love you!”

I love situations where characters are forced to spend time in close proximity and find themselves with feelings.

I love fakeness: fake dating, fake marriage, arranged marriage, marriage of convenience, fake lust induced by sex pollen or heats, aliens make them have sex, whatever.

I love porn, if you want to just write me some quick porn, that’s great. I do prefer (per the established relationship DNW above) that it be first time or get together porn. I know that can make it hard to just write porn, but I don’t need much to be convinced of sex.

Nirvana in Fire (TV)

Requested characters: Mei Changsu, Xiao Jingyan

Note: I also love Lin Chen so if you want to write some MCS/LC or LC/Fei Liu or LC/MCS/JINGYAN OT3??? go for it. I am also a Nihuang/Xia Dong shipper so if you want to put that in… somehow… my gay little heart would be happy. I also like Nihuang/MCS/XJY or MNH/MCS + MCS/XJY but I’d like the focus on the men in that case!

I watched this show because someone recommended this show to me as, like, Chinese Game of Thrones but good. I think it’s genuinely one of the best TV shows I’ve ever seen. I love plots and revenge and good people doing bad things for justice. Even the ending is good for me though obviously it left me unsatisfied on several points.

I am deeply into sickly doomed genius MCS and every time he got even more deeply ill, I fell deeper in love. Every time he coughs up blood, my heart would race. I love his terrible schemes and stupid self-sacrificing choices. I find watching this show very soothing because I knew he would always come out on top in his schemes. I trust him. I love handsome clueless Jingyan and how he’s just so good (it’s terrible.) I love his mom and how much he cares for her. I love him but he is useless, he needs his Xiao Shu and I need fanfic to restore him to him.

Note: So my limited research on this says that male/male sex practices were accepted and well-known in this time period in history, so I really don’t want them thinking “oh no what are these weird gay feelings.” There are other barriers to them being together, like a ruler or official being overly attached to one person was considered very bad. I am also a big supporter of the socially-approved polygamy of this time period, so I don’t need Jingyan to refuse to sleep with his wife or something out of loyalty to MCS—he has to do it! Or all their plans are ruined! And he can enjoy spending time with her or the concubines without affecting his feelings for MCS—you could explore that complexity in fic if you like.Prompts:

Mei Changsu isn’t dead, he’s hiding again, Jingyan searches for him

They start having sex during the series, the ending is averted [somehow]

Post-canon, MCS is alive and Jingyan hides him in the palace with his consort/concubines to keep him on as an advisor without anyone objecting

omega verse where MCS was an alpha before he “died" but an omega after he came back.

AU where male/male marriage is customary (maybe aristocratic men are expected to have one male and one female consort?) and so MCS decides the best way to influence and help Jingyan in the capital is by becoming his wife or one of his concubines

anything just get them together and happy.

Tokyo Babylon

Characters: Subaru, Seishiro

I read Tokyo Babylon as a child and I imprinted on it deeply, now I love politics, ghosts, stalking, age differences, magic. Within the CLAMP canon, I love TB for its episodic focus on smaller stories, the commentary on contemporary society, and Seishiro being an outright creep. I love onmyojutsu and exorcism and Subaru’s innocence getting ruined. I love the city of Tokyo (where I currently live! but do not be intimidated, I don’t know the city well because we’ve been in quarantine most of the time I’ve been here and won’t judge you for details.) I’m open to fics that comply with X canon or not.

With Seishiro/Subaru: It’s bad but I love that predator/prey dynamic where the predator ends up being hopelessly entranced/obsessed/in love with the prey. My read was always that Seishiro lost the bet and couldn’t admit it—he’s just, you know, killing twins to avoid dealing with his feelings! Relatable! (?!?!) Subaru, I love particularly in his evolution from innocent to adult in love to betrayed. I’d prefer post-TB fic to during-TB fic (so Subaru knows Seishiro’s deal and loves him anyway.) I am also a fan of Hokuto and you should feel free to bring her back to life to troll if you desire.

Prompts:

AU or reincarnation plot where they are Heian period rival onmyoji

Because this is such a heavily place-based series, if you are a writer who likes to play with details of real life locations, I’d be interested in versions of different “Babylons” if you have an idea for it.

Tragic first times post-TB lol

Seishiro is a virgin the first time they have sex

I’d probably love some fucked up dub con for this, however you want to play it

Honestly, do whatever you want as long as you don’t fuck me over like CLAMP did.

プリティーリズム | Pretty Rhythm

Characters: Hiro, Koji

Pretty Rhythm came to me at a weird time in my life. I lived in a house of spiders in Yokohama and did nothing for eight weeks. King of Prism cheer screening transformed my life and I didn’t even know what it was. Then I got weirdly deep into Rainbow Live and the Pretty Rhythm franchise overall. I am a scientist of prism theory. Idk why I like it, it’s just wholesome and crazy and there are penguins and DJ Koo. I love every TRF song because I’m a 90s gay at heart. It’s truly the end point of all media development. The prism world represents the fearsome power of virtual/digital+real hybrid life. Yes, I know I’ve lost my mind. I went to one of the real Prism Stone stores, the one in Harajuku.

Hiro Hayami: one time a fujoshi asked me to describe what types of anime boys I like and the first type I listed was “prince but bad” and my example was Hiro. Hiro is the crazy gay stalker disaster of my heart. He overcomes great hardship to achieve his dreams and foolishly falls in love along the way and he does everything wrong and Koji keeps leaving him. The moment when Hiro is crowned King of Prism in Pride the Hero was one of the top ten moments of my life. I made friends who don’t even know Japanese watch the movie unsubtitled with me on my birthday.

With Koji, I’m a bit guilty of “I want to give the character I love the most the character he loves the most” so I do like him less (it would be impossible to like him equal to how much I love Hiro). But he has many good points that make him perfect, like how he also sucks underneath his chill exterior. I love to see him go apeshit.

I also love everyone else in Rainbow Live, no exceptions. I love all the girls. If you do write the girls, I would prefer they not be paired with the OTR boys. I would prefer they be paired with each other, any combo is good.

Prompts:

this is the sort of pairing where I love fic where they split up and then 15 years later meet again as washed up has-beens but there’s still time for them to find each other

Canon-compliant companion piece showing the “background” of them getting together romantically over the course of the series.

AU where Koji is a prism world fairy sent to inspire Hiro but Hiro is kind of a mess

dirty, dirty porn… let Hiro get fucked

I have a lot of doujinshi with multiple copies of Hiro (a la the Mugen Hug jump) but I’d like something where Hiro gets overwhelmed by many Kojis

They start fake dating as a publicity stunt and have to keep doing it… especially good if it starts when Koji is at max hating Hiro level

Ring Fit Adventure

Characters: Dragaux, Ring

Keeping this one simple: I like to be encouraged to exercise by a storyline and a trainer that never mentions weight loss, lol. The world is fun and pretty and I love that buff dragon.

AND THEN THE PAIRING. I’m sure Nintendo has some market research that told them a certain subset of users are very motivated by enemies who seemed to once be lovers or best friends. I am that user.

What is up with these two? They were so in love! Now Dragaux is a horrible swole bro (not in a good bro way) and Ring is training me instead? I can’t compete with their love. It’s the only time the game makes me feel inadequate.

You can keep Dragaux and Ring as dragon/ring-like as you like. Obviously I’m down with dragon fucking but you can also make him a human fucker too. I play with Ring on the masculine voice setting for maximum BL vibes as I exercise, but, you know, it’s a ring, I don’t think it has gender. Feel free to incorporate the player or other random characters too.

Prompts:

AU where Dragaux and Ring owned a gym together and Dragaux sold out to a big chain of gyms

What happened between them when Dragaux was still captured, pre-game? Bondage… literally??

Ring is always bossing me to train, but I’m really doing all the work. Why doesn’t he fight Dragaux on his own for once?? (because the sexual tension is too powerful.)

Tragic flashback to their dramatic break-up ending with their present day reconciliation.

Player/Dragaux/Ring threesome??? I’ve unlocked the sexercises???

With all fandoms, you are free to disregard the prompts and do your own thing. If you’re not sure about me, you can probably dm seriesera on twitter, she knows what I’m into.

Well, I suppose that’s all for now. Please stalk me online to get more details on my bullshit. I hope you have a nice time.

Best,

Caitlin

#yuletide

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