#platonic bts
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Hey I have a request💜
Jungkook with a bad and sneezy cold and fever, he become sad and cry a little bit, while the members take care of him making him soup and clean his nose for him. I would like Jungkook with stuck sneezes and cant sneeze so the members make him sneeze to help him in many ways.
Ps: Im italian so english isn't my native language Im sorry😅
Grazie per la richiesta! 💜💜 Mie piaciuto scrivere questo!
Sono felice che ti piaccia i il mio lavoro da un altro paese. (Il mio italiano non e buono. Non lo uso piu molto. Scusa!)
Pairing: OT7 - platonic intentions but ship how you want.
Words: 2684
Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Cold Symptoms || Illness || Snz Content || Congestion || Graphic Descriptions of Snot || Induced Snz Content || Sick Member || Snzing on Members
See Also: @sneezyminniejo did a very similar fic recently to nearly the same request. It can be found here. They also did such a good job with it and it's such a pleasure to read! Please make sure to read that fic as well! <3
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Jungkook's been fighting a cold for three days. It’s a brutal battle; there are empty blister packs and crumpled up tissues strewn about as evidence that Jungkook’s holding his own. But when he wakes on day four, it seems the cold is coming out on top. The combined efforts of cold medicine and nasal spray prove useless. He can't breathe at all though his nose, and he's hacking merciless coughs that tear through his chest. In these minutes of misery, he believes being mauled by a bear would hurt less.
He stands in the bathroom white knuckling the edge of the sink. After a round of wet coughs, he spits the phlegmy remains down the drain and sniffles harshly. But nothing moves in his sinuses. It's an impenetrable wall of snot. He tries forcing air in, he tries forcing air out. It's all ineffective. He whimpers pitifully, splashing warm water over his face hoping that might help. Still, nothing changes. He momentarily contemplates using that neti pot that Namjoon swears by.
The six members can hear Jungkook hitching and sniffling heavily from the bathroom. But they give him space. Jungkook was adamant from day one that "it's not a big deal" and “It’s just a small cold” and the ever so mature "I can take care of myself." So they wait. They agreed to let Jungkook come to them, when he needs it. They try not to coddle him too much, unless that's what he wants. So they are seated around the table, breakfast served, listening to Jungkook lose another battle with his nose.
It goes on for a while and Jungkook's not coming down to eat. Seokjin cracks and stands from the table. Hoseok immediately interjects, "He said he doesn't want any help."
"And I'm not going to help him," the elder answers nonchalantly, "I'm just feeling a little warm." He casually goes over to the home thermostat and lowers the temperature a few degrees. There’s a mischievous look in his eyes as he presses the down arrow repeatedly. The other members seem to understand what their hyung is up to. They nod collectively around the table, Seokjin retaking his seat. They don't need to speak about it, everyone already knows there’s a plan.
There's another round of painful sounding coughs followed by throat clearing and spitting. Then they finally hear footsteps walking toward the staircase. Seconds later, Jungkook joins them at the table. His food has already gone cold.
"Bornin, hyunds" Jungkook greets, pushing the plate aside and resting his head on the table. Maybe if he hits his head hard enough against the table, the snot clogging his sinuses will finally shift. It's a fleeting thought, and he ultimately decides not to act on it. Instead, he just sniffles thickly again.
"Still got that cold, JK?" Jimin asks, hoping maybe Jungkook would admit that he's feeling bad. They don't have anything to do today, so what's the harm in seeking a little attention?
"Yeah," he sniffles thickly as if to prove his point. "I dink id's gettig wordse. Id anyone else cold?" His teeth are chattering as he wraps his arms around his upper body.
Sure, they know Seokjin lowered the temperature a few degrees in the dorms. But Jungkook makes it seem like he's sitting in a winter storm without a coat. There's several replies around the table that all convince Jungkook he's alone in feeling cold. He kind of suspected that was the case.
Hoseok leans over uninvited and presses a hand to the maknae's forehead. Surprisingly Jungkook doesn't pull away; instead, he leans further into Hoseok's touch basking in the memory of what warmth feels like.
"Aigoo, you feel a bit warm, bun." The dancer announces to the table. Jungkook groans in response to the news. Instead of pulling his hand away, Hoseok uses it to stroke gently down Jungkook's cheek as a comforting gesture.
Jungkook melts at the touch. It's just the simple comfort he's been denying himself for the past three days. The same comfort he's been craving, but has been too ashamed to ask for. But now he's feverish and stuffy and miserable. And he just wants to be cuddled.
"Hyunds," the maknae's eyes begin to water as he looks at them. He can sense their pity. He knows they won't be mad. "I deally don'd beel good."
Jimin stands from his seat and wraps his arms around the sick maknae, pressing a long kiss to the crown of his head. No one else moves, they don't want to smother him. Besides, Jimin is the best when it comes to physical comfort. "That's okay, Jungkookie. Hyungs are here to take care of you." He reassures, wiping fallen tears off his fellow vocalist's flushed cheeks.
Despite Jimin’s soft tones and gentle touches, Jungkook breaks down into hysterical sobs. He knows he’s been a jerk to his hyung for days and they didn’t say anything to him about it. He feels bad, physically and emotionally. And he can’t help but think that maybe if he would have let his hyungs help days ago, he wouldn’t be feeling so badly now. “Hyunds, I’b dorry. I’b do dorry.” He repeats through broken, hiccuping sobs.
Jimin repositions so he’s sitting on Jungkook’s lap. He pulls the maknae in and buries his face into his own shoulder, petting his damp hair slightly. He doesn’t care about the mess it will make. He just wants for Jungkook to calm down. It hurts his heart to hear Jungkook wail like this. Jimin’s whispering sweet nothing and reassurances into Jungkook’s ears so quietly not even Hoseok, who is seated beside them, can hear.
As Jungkook starts to finally calm down, Jimin makes subtle gestures to the other members. He’s got Jungkook for now. But they’re going to need a team effort if they want Jungkook to be effectively taken care of. So the table disperses to various areas of the house. Jungkook doesn’t even hear them leave.
When he looks up, Jimin’s holding a napkin toward him encouraging him to blow his nose. Jimin doesn’t let go of the napkin, and when Jungkook turns away Jimin’s hand follows. Eventually, Jimin just cups the napkin around Jungkook’s nose and squeezes. The napkin fills, now sticky and wet against Jimin’s fingertips. But there’s room for more. And from the sound of Jungkook’s sniffling, there’s definitely more. “Good, now blow for real this time,” Jimin commands in a low assertive voice. It’s eerily close to Yoongi’s tone. Jungkook doesn’t mess around when Jimin deepens his voice. He knows it means he’s serious. Jungkook blows hard, relieved that crying had loosened his sinuses. He files it away as a quick fix should he feel stuffed up again.
Jimin pulls the napkin away, wiping at any left over on or around Jungkook’s nose. He puts the napkin on Jungkook’s untouched plate of food and goes back to coddling. Jungkook’s on Jimin’s shoulder again, the one that’s not soiled with tears and snot, and Jimin’s rocking them from side to side. It’s a peaceful few minutes of comfort. Then Jungkook’s breath hitches and he scrunches up his nose. “Hhe- EHet-” He anticipates a sneeze and points his face away from Jimin. But he loses it as soon as it snuck up on him. “Ghuh” He sniffles and shakes his head, trying to will the sneeze back. The need is still there. Less urgent, but it will happen sooner or later. He prefers sooner.
Jimin chuckles at the disappointed and determined look on Jungkook’s face. He knows how annoying it can be to feel a sneeze that’s not ready to come out yet. “Ah, Kook-ah, let hyung help you.” Jimin pulls Jungkook’s face back, brushing longer strands of hair against the edged of Jungkook’s nostrils. The thin strands tickle at Jungkook’s nose. And the residual chemical smell of hair dye from Jimin’s new color is strong enough for Jungkook to sense. The combination does wonders for Jungkook’s stuck sneeze.
It’s a matter of seconds before Jungkook’s hitching and pitching with a flurry of sneezes. “Eh-NgtCHI, Heh-PFTIchu, HEI-gnxtch” He tried to turn away, but Jimin kept him tucked in. The sneezes sprayed against Jimin’s neck, some of the dampness getting in the short vocalist's hair. But Jimin doesn’t flinch or cringe. He doesn’t pull away.
Jimin waits patiently for the fit to end and then looks at Jungkook’s face. His eyes are red rimmed, nose dripping with fresh snot that he tries to sniffle back. There’s a small pout on his lips. And the maknae’s breathing is labored, like the force of the sneezing took his breath away. He smooths over Jungkook’s hair. “Feel better?” he asks softly, reaching around the table for an unused napkin. He wishes they were closer to a box of tissues.
“A biddle,” Jungkook replies, already wiping the drippage on the back of his sleeve in the interest of time. “I wadda sleeb,” he admits.
Jimin chuckles. “Okay, baby. The couch should be all set up for you now.” He leaps off Jimin’s lap and offers the maknae a hand. Jungkook accepts the hand and allows Jimin to guide him to the living room. Like Jimin alluded to, his personal bedding is set up on the couch. It’s clear now Jimin’s affections were meant to bide time.
Jungkook makes himself comfortable on the pillow that’s leaned up against Hoseok’s lap. He knows Hoseok is a bit of a germaphobe, but he can’t resist getting as close to the dancer as possible. He assumes it’s okay when Hoseok coos and starts rubbing Jungkook’s arms over the blanket.
Before he gets too comfortable, Seokjin and Yoongi emerge from the kitchen. Seokjin’s holding a steaming bowl and Yoongi’s got a small pharmacy in his arms. “You’ve gotta eat something before sleeping, JK.” Seokjin advises, “And take some medicine.”
“Bill you feed be?” Jungkook asks in a small voice as he sits himself up. He continues to lean against Hoseok. Seokjin isn’t going to say no to such a precious request. He sits on the floor in front of Jungkook and spoon feeds him. Jungkook eats half the bowl before he says he’s full. Jungkook’s not usually the type to get full, especially on less than one serving; but Seokjin doesn’t argue it. When Seokjin steps away, Yoongi approaches with blister packs of cold medicine.
“Do you want daytime or nighttime?” Yoongi asks before he opens anything.
“Night,” Jungkook pleads. He just wants to be asleep. Yoongi pops the pills and hands them to Jungkook. While the maknae works to dry swallow those, he’s pouring a dose of cough medicine which Jungkook takes with only a few complaints. “Cab I dleeb now?” He’s still making a sour face from the taste of cough syrup. Yoongi smooths a fever patch into his forehead.
Yoongi nods and settles nearby. One by one all the members come to rest around the couch. There’s a movie playing in the background but no one can give it much attention. With Jungkook’s constant thick sniffling and wet coughing, everyone’s attention is on the sick maknae.
“Are you sure you don’t want to try the neti pot?” Namjoon offers, as is standard everytime one of the members has a cold. The answer is always a resounding no, but he’ll make the suggestion until the day he dies. In line with the tradition, Jungkook cringes at the mention. He’s terrified that he’d drown or his brain would fill with water. It’s not logical, but neither is pouring water up your nose.
“What if we make you sneeze?” Taehyung suggests mischievously. There’s a silence among the members. Taehyung feels judged for even suggesting it, so he elaborates, “If you sneeze, you might clear up your sinuses. And finally be able to sleep.”
Jungkook’s entranced by the idea of sleep. He’s beyond drowsy and sapped of energy since he took the night med. He’d be asleep if it weren’t for the heaviness in his chest and head. His only reservation is that he doesn’t think he has the stamina to sneeze. Each one rips out of him with such force. He doesn’t have the energy for that. But he’s willing to try. “Led’s try id.” He admits.
Taehyung’s up and out of the room at light speed. He doesn’t tell anyone what he’s planning. The other members look around and try to come up with ways to make Jungkook sneeze. Jimin stays silent. He’d already been sneezed on today, he feels it’s someone else’s turn. Seokjin makes the first move. He blows in Jungkook’s face, a slow stream of air directed toward the top of Jungkook’s nose. It makes the maknae’s nose twitch. He hitches once. But nothing productive.
Namjoon instructs Jungkook to look at the light, hoping that might trigger something. But the cool lighting of the dorm isn’t bright enough to trigger a reaction. Still his nose itches and he scrubs at it. Hoseok grabs a candle sitting on the side table. But when he looks at it, he notices it’s unscented. Of course all the candles are unscented. Scented candles make Jungkook sneeze. So they don’t keep them in the dorm. Yoongi shrugs and jams a finger under Jungkook’s nose.
“Hyung, that’s how you stop a sneeze,” Jimin remarks with a chuckle.
Yoongi stutters embarrassed, “Ya, maybe it works both ways. You never know.” Jimin raises his hands in surrender. Yoongi’s finger doesn’t have any effect on Jungkook’s stuck sneezes. He hitches again gasping for air, desperate to relieve the tickle in his nose.
Taehyung runs back into the room with a shaggy throw pillow in hand. He shoves the pillow against Jungkook’s face. The surrounding members can clearly smell the strong cologne that Taehyung wears to award ceremonies. It smells as though he dipped the whole pillow into the bottle.
Jungkook inhales a heavy dose of the cologne and is immediately thrown into a sneezing fit. “hep’tehCHU, hmf’NXTchi, he-eh'HXTt, HA’tichu, hpti’atCHI, HXTngt, Hi’TISHuu” He sneezes relentlessly into what he knows if Taehyung’s favorite snuggle pillow. Each sneeze is louder and messier than the next. They are hard on his throat and they hurt in his nose, but it’s working. He can feel mucus shift with each sneeze. He can tell just from the stickiness alone that the pillow is now covered in his snot.
He wants to pull it away. The heavy scent of the cologne is still attacking his nose. But he doesn’t want the others to see the mess he’s made. After 13 harsh sneezes, Namjoon rips the pillow away and tosses it onto the reclining chair in the corner. “Alright, Jungkook. I think that’s enough.” He tries to keep it lighthearted, but he’s seriously concerned about Jungkook’s vocal cords after all the sneezing.
Jungkook’s left with nothing to hide his messy face. There’s snot glistening his skin all the way down to his chin. He hastily rubs the sleeves of his sweater against his face to clean himself. He’s tearing up at the same time, embarrassed. Seokjin’s got a box of tissues in his hands. He grabs three and approaches the maknae.
“Jungkook-ah. Don’t use your sweater. That’s not clean.” His voice is calm and sweet. “Here, hyung has tissues for you.”
Jungkook grabs them hastily and finishes cleaning up. He throws the balled up tissues on the same chair as the pillow. He figures they should keep all of his mess together. “More, please.” Jungkook asks, his voice a lot clearer than it has been all day. Seokjin just passes the whole box.
Jungkook blows his nose loudly three more times before he finally feels empty. Or emptier, at least. He’s now able to breathe better through one nostril and his head feels less heavy. And as expected, the sneezing fit wore him to bits. He finally feels like he can sleep. He nestles back in against Hoseok who accepts him with open arms.
Taehyung smiles, reclaiming his previous seat. “Sleep well, Jungkookie.” He rubs the maknae’s calf.
Still no one can focus on the movie over the sounds of Jungkook’s congested snores.
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A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!
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Fic recs!!
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@blu-joons
@dreamescapeswriting
(also, I hope people stop stealing from u!)
Uhh... Yeah. Those two are basically all I need at the moment.
If any of you need marauder fic recs, I recommend :
@ddejavvu
@robynlilyblack
Robyn, Mei, Chloe, Dream(?), Pls don't curse me for tagging you !!
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my favorite bts fics so far (maknae!line + ot7)
hello lovely readers, i hope all of you are doing great. i really want to share the amazing work and talent that many authors have on this app. as a literature fan and hopeless romantic myself, i made sure to pick out all the fics that i think are beautiful and amazing :) this post includes the maknae line + ot7 fics.
i also made a hyung line fic rec post if you want to check it out here heheh :p
disclaimers!!!!:
some of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni), or some heavy themes
this is a pretty long post lmao
all pictures are from pinterest!
once again this is the key for the fics :)
fluff- ♾️
angst- Ω
smut- ☻
crack/humor- ☼
i would sell my liver to read this again for the first time- ¶
Park Jimin
series:
The Promised Iris- @akinnie75 ♾️Ω
''Pair: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slight Angst, Slow Burn, Fantasy, Soulmate AU
Word Count: 20k
Summary: During one rainy summer day at the park, a stranger name Jimin suddenly confesses that he’s in love with you. At first, you thought that Jimin was a stalker, but it turns out that there’s something he’s hiding from you.''
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oneshots:
balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n - @jungshookz ♾️☼ (there are more drabbles for this oneshot lolz)
''pairing: park jimin x reader
genre: balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n au, fluff!!!! the fluffiest fluff!!! idk jimin just really cares about y/n okAY
wordcount: 2.5k''
him after all - @mercurygguk ♾️Ω☻
''➵ summary; a guy you’ve never met before scoops in and saves you from a very embarrassing situation and you can’t help but notice how cute he is.
pairing; jimin x f. reader
final word count; 17,176 (sorry y’all)
rating; 18+
content; strangers to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut, infidelity, multiple appearances from jjk, oc’s boyfriend being nasty and stupid af''
lover to lean on - @sketchguk ♾️Ω☻
''pairing: neighbor!jimin x florist!reader
➳ genre: neighbor AU, flower shop AU, smut, fluff, angst
➳ wc: 20k
➳ synopsis: for months, you can hear your no face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. you’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course you’re bitterly single. but one day, the apartment is radio silent. and one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. so on valentine’s day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other''
beneath the water - @jungshookz ♾️Ω ☻ ☼¶
''→ pairing: park jimin x reader
→ genre: mermaid!au/fantasy!au, an extra large order of fluff, comedy!!, jungkook being a brat as per usual, a touch of angst, and of course a sprinkling of nsfw
→ wordcount: 20.5k words holy moly''
into the wilderness - @gukyi ♾️Ω ☼
''summary: alright, so last summer’s camp was… disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.
{camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au}
pairing: park jimin x female reader
genre: angst, fluff, comedy
word count: 27k''
Kim Taehyung
series:
charade- @ughcore ♾️Ω☻
'' “Why would you help me? What are you gonna get out of this?���
Taehyung looks you up and down, the humour twinkling in his eyes like the fairy lights he helped you hang above the TV. He tucks his hands into his armpits, assessing you for a few more moments that leave your skin hot and itchy.
“It’ll be nice to see you out of those fuzzy slippers for once,”
The double entendre lacing his words is nothing new. The tingles in your stomach, however? Yeah, those are brand new.”
kth / fake dating + roommate au + fuckboy!taehyung
ongoing (35k) ''
maybe i do- @chateautae ♾️Ω☻
''➵ summary : maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.
↳ part of the high-class series!
➵ pairing : taehyung x reader
➵ genre : arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst
➵ rating : 18+
➵ warnings : swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, mentions of confrontative violence (with other characters, not each other), lots of feels concerning forced marriage, a bad ex (reader’s), mentions of bad sexual experiences with ex (consensual, just bad sex), explicit sexual content, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (chapters have their own warnings!)''
A Story that we paint - @thedefinitionofbts ♾️Ω
''PAIRINGS: Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Kim Taehyung x Reader
GENRE: College Au, Future, Scifi, Slight Fluff and Angst
WORDS: 9K (ch.1)
DESCRIPTION: Butterfly Dream: In which the lines between virtual and reality are blurred.''
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oneshots:
the universe of us. - @taesthetes ♾️Ω ¶
'' “I love you.” — “I know.”
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader
genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff
type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au
word count: 21,112 words
warnings: none''
you’re so concerned about the ending that you don’t even know the plot- @joonsgalaxy ♾️☼
''° yoongi x reader x taehyung
° 1.9 k words ° fluff/humor
🌟 you bring your broken laptop to Tae—the IT specialist—who you have a crush on. you drag your bff Yoongi along with you, who—you’re certain—has a crush on Tae too. what a mess, right? well, the thing is, you never even considered the possibility of your assumptions being totally wrong.''
stuck with you || [roommate!taehyung] - @jungshookz ♾️☼☻
''❥ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
❥ genre: university!au, enemies-to-lovers, fratboy!tae??, comedy that’ll either make you chuckle out loud or roll your eyes and snoRT or maybe u won’t laugh that’s cool too, domestic fluff because i want to go grocery shopping with tae toO (but also fluff in general!!), smutty smut so make sure to read this with your phone’s brightness lowered all the dang way, hi @ librarian!namjoon!!! fratboy!jungkook is also in here
❥ wordcount: 37k if ur reading this on mobile get rekt
❥ summary: kim taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things that have ever happened to you.''
waterloo - @kinktae ♾️Ω☻¶
''Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn’t believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story.
Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love.“
pairing: art prodigy!taehyung x art student!reader
word count: 13k
genre: FLUFF, angst, light tasteful smut''
falling in crayolove; (kindergartenteacher!taehyung) - @jungshookz ♾️
''✎ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
✎ genre: kindergartenteacher!au, workingman!au, F L U F F, tiny bit of angst at the start :-( but this is literally 98% fluff; y/n and taehyung are like two little kids with little crushes on each other
✎ trigger warning(s): implications of getting an abortion!!
✎ wordcount: 10.5k
✎ summary: y/n is a very single mom and taehyung is a very single kindergarten teacher. emma knows exactly what she needs to do.''
freefall - @jtrbluv ♾️☼☻
''summary: hearing banging noises outside your front door at 11 at night could mean one out of two things. one, you are seconds away from getting chopped up by an axe murderer. two, someone is purposefully being an inconsiderate asshole.
or three, a fratboy from delta phi who goes by the name of kim taehyung faceplants in front of your door amidst a high-stakes game of… hide and seek?
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: fluff, smut (pretty tame tbh! cuz it’s my first time eek), comedy, college!au, fratboy!au
word count: 10k
warnings: RATED 18+, grinding, dryhumping, palming, mentions of drugs and alcohol (yk regular frat shit), swearing, taehyung is a gentleman fr tho my gawd with a big co-''
farmer boy, i love you - @strawberrynamjoon ♾️☼☻
''– Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
– Genre: farming!au, lowkey e2l, smut, humor & tons of nagging
– Word count: 35k
– Summary: Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.
– Warnings: includes smut, alcohol and mentions death of a father''
The Crown That Is Ours - @taeshobipop ♾️Ω☻
''pairing: Taehyung x Reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut, royalty!au, arranged marriage!au, crown prince!th, princess!reader, idiots to lovers
summary: You never wished for it, but it was inevitable — an arranged marriage to a royal stranger. The Crown Prince Kim Taehyung.
A year into your marriage and life still holds you firmly in its grip. How do you plan to steer through this mess when the public suddenly comes knocking at your door, pitchforks and torches in hand, threatening: “death to all who commit fraud!”
rating: 18+ sexual content.''
Rent-a-Boyfriend - @jimlingss ♾️
''Words: 12k
Genre: Extreme fluff for all you bitter people out there (me being included)
Are YOU lonely? Need someone to cuddle at night? Do you want love?
If you said 'yes' to any of the questions previously mentioned then we have a service for you!
Don't be alone for this Valentine's Day!
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Jeon Jungkook
series:
new girl - @jjkeverlast ♾️☼☻¶
''☞ summary after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong? – inspired by the FOX series New Girl.
☞ pairing jeon jungkook x female reader
☞ genre roommates!au, roommates to lovers, romantic comedy
☞ status completed!
☞ rated mature (+18)''
Her - @jungk0oksthighs ♾️Ω☻
''bestfriend!jungkook, tattooist!jungkook, F2L, fluff, smut, angst
“And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay – I’ll always be here for you.” ''
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oneshots:
like stars in a constellation - @taegills ♾️Ω ¶
''↬ meeting in reverse au
pairing: jeon jungkook | reader
genre: slight sci-fi, fluff, angst
word count: 20.9k
summary: And at midnight, as you sit there and contemplate how the two of you were like stars in a constellation, you watch the sky with bated breath. Because somehow, for the first time since you got caught up in all of this a year ago, it almost seems like the stars are finally spiraling backwards and time feels a little more still than ever before. And when you hear your name, you turn around so fast that the world stops spinning''
the universe of us. - @taesthetes ♾️Ω ¶
'' “I love you.” — “I know.”
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader
genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff
type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au
word count: 21,112 words
warnings: none''
tangled webs - @ughseoks ♾️Ω
''— pairing; spiderman!jungkook x reader
— genre/au; soulmate au / spiderman au / angst, fluff
— rating; pg15
— word count; 14.1k
— summary; Soulmates are tricky thing. Not everyone is lucky enough to have their destinies intertwined with their missing piece. Signs come in dreams for those fortunate souls; short bursts that are barely memorable when the sun rises. As for you? Flashes of red and blue are your only indicators to the identity of your other half.''
Hopping Mad for You - @readyplayerhobi ♾️☻
''; Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader
; Genre: Fluff, smut
; Word Count: 9.7k
; Warnings: Unprotected sex, handjob, blowjob, virgin sex, virgin!Jungkook, pretty sub!Jungkook
; Synopsis: For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little…unusual.''
Devoted to Trouble - @jeonsweetpea ♾️Ω ☻ ☼
''Spider-Man!AU | Peter Parker!Jungkook x Reader
genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst
rating: explicit
description: In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world?
word count: 11.5k''
The Love Plaza - @mayolive-writes ♾️☻ ☼
''Pairing: Jungkook x AFAB Reader
Summary: Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.
Wordcount: 4102
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Smut, Best Friends to lovers, Oneshot(?)''
the underwear thief - @gukyi ♾️☻
''summary: jeon jungkook would like to make one thing very clear: it’s not his fault.
{neighbors!au}
pairing: jungkook x female reader
word count: 10k
genre: fluff, smut''
1999 - @tattookoo ♾️Ω ☻ ☼
''summary: the year was 1999. boybands were wearing all-white outfits, everybody wanted an ibook or a tamagotchi, tlc didn’t want no scrubs, fight club was playing in movie theaters and you became jeon jungkook’s fake girlfriend in order to fix his reputation.
pairing: campus royalty!jungkook x f reader
genre: one shot, 90s au, college au, hockey au, childhood neighbors to friends to idiots to lovers, fake dating, fluff, crack, angst, smut rating: 18+
word count: 17.9k''
tuesdays - @axialitae ♾️Ω
''tldr. you believe your very reserved, reclusive roommate jungkook is a peculiar boy who’s far too concerned with how you spend your tuesdays.
💭 prompt. “i don’t owe you an explanation.”
🤍 pairing. jungkook x f.reader.
🐻❄️ genre. non-idol au. pure domestic fluff. tiny angst. roomies + kinda dumb-dumbs to luvrs.
☁️ word count. 12.1k''
Tamped - @chimoona ♾️Ω ☻ ☼
''Pairing: Shop Owner!Reader x Barista!Jungkook/Switch!Jungkook/Baby Boy!Koo, Reader x Dom!Yoongi (for, like, a second)
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor, Slow Burn, Mild Angst/Jealousy | Barista AU
Word Count: 19.7K
Rating: M (18+)
Summary: You and your business partner/best friend Jin have struggled to find good help to run your coffee shop. Employee after employee, it just never worked out. However, Jungkook is determined to impress and deliver. He wants this more than ever, and it always feels good to want something. To need, well, that’s even better.''
(Right) Hook, Line, and Sinker - @blog-name-idk ♾️☻ ☼
''Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem Reader
Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut
Summary: Your horrible friends trick you into going to a haunted corn maze, where you inadvertently punch a zombie. Jungkook is, of course, in love.
Word Count: 12,353''
OT7
series:
The Return of an Empress - @you-are-my-joy ♾️Ω ☻ ☼¶
''Status: Completed
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Genre: Isekai, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut
Characters: Empress!Reader, Advisor!Jin, Advisor!Yoongi, General!Hoseok, Advisor!Namjoon, Assassin!Jimin, Knight!Taehyung, Knight!Jungkook
Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.
Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story.
Total Word Count: 280,808''
mother knows best - @seokth ♾️☼ ¶
''pairing | ot7 x female reader (platonic), ot7 moms & female reader
summary | being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.
warnings | overbearing moms, attempts at humor, platonic, slice of life au''
The Flower Path - @stellalunatmblr ♾️Ω ¶
''Genre/Tags: isekai (kinda?), bangtan x fem!reader, not poly, oc!bestfriend, surprise romantic pairings; rom-com (romance as a subplot), slow burn (the slowest of burns holy moly i cannot stress this enough), fluff, angst (will update tags along the way)
Status: Ongoing [HOLD]
Summary: What would you feel if you find yourself transported to the world of a cheesy web novel? Ecstatic, of course (well, among other things), except you’re stuck being the main character’s best friend slash sidekick. Fair enough, you don’t think you’re main character material anyway. Determined to get through your life that has changed all of a sudden, you try to keep yourself in the shadows of your “best friend.” Let’s just try to get through the last year of high school in peace. You thought it was gonna be easy – like a walk in a flower path– but the thing about walking that road is that there are bound to be thorns along the way.
Inspired by the web novel and manhwa: Inso’s Law''
operation: love letters - @ve1vetyoongi ♾️Ω ¶
''Sign up for the Love Calculator today to find your perfect match?
➤ YES | NO
♡ …L O A D I N G…Y O U R…M A T C H E S… ♡
♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.
♡ ⇢ wordcount: est 30k total.
♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.
♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!''
The Galaxy Above Us - @agustdakasuga ♾️Ω
''Genre: Gods!AU, Fantasy, Romance, Fluff
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Characters: Normal!Reader, God of Wisdom!Namjoon, God of Life!Seokjin, God of the Moon!Yoongi, God of Festivity!Hoseok, God of the Sun!Jimin, God of Nature!Taehyung, God of Arts!Jungkook
Summary: Just when you thought that you life was at its end, you were ready to disappear but a door appears in front of you. Above you was the milky way and awaiting you were the celestial beings that waited their whole lives for you. To show the galaxy that was made for you.''
Everything Falls (Into Place) - @blog-name-idk ♾️☻ ☼
''Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader
Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut
Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?
Word Count: 90,211
Rating: 18+''
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oneshots:
until the last star falls - @minniepetals ♾️Ω ¶
''— summary: it was a love you knew would never make it out alive without sacrificing a part of your happiness to receive a greater happiness. but for them, you’d go to any extreme to have them again, and for you, they will always remind you each day that you are theirs and that nothing can tear you apart, not even until the last star falls.
— pairing: underworld lords!bts × shield!reader
— genre: fluff, angst / reincarnation!au / poly!au / gods!au
— word count: 44.4k ”
Spooked - @alpacaparkaseok ♾️☼
''Pairing:best friend!BTS, maybe some secret crushes going on? 👀
Premise: You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong?
So, so much.
Word Count: 4k''
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strictly platonic | jjk
Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.
pairing: jungkook x reader
rating: 18+ (minors dni)
genre: best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut
warnings: jk is kinda annoying sometimes but he isn’t bad yk, jk being a dumb dumb and emotionally constipated, inexperienced reader, pining!, swearing, mention of inflation 😔, mention of alcohol consumption, half a second of toxic jealousy, denial of feelings, big dicc!jk obvi, kissing, making out, fingering, protected sex, dirty talk, breast play, riding, multiple orgasms, crying during seggsy time, stomach bulging
word count: 19.4k
playlist: daylight - taylor swift; from afar - vance joy
note: the closer i was to finishing this fic, the more anxious i became and as i’m writing this a/n, i’m a blubbering mess of nerves 🥴 this is a result of me being obsessed with college au’s and the classic bff2l trope, and she’s also the longest piece i’ve written!! idk i guess that’s it. oh and kudos to whoever can spot a tongue tied reference <3
— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
Over the years, you have accumulated a list of annoying things about Jeon Jungkook.
He’s very loud, and has absolutely zero subtlety. He’s competitive—perhaps to an alarming extent—and chews with his mouth open sometimes. He’s way too stubborn for his own good and would rather eat soap than admit he’s in the wrong. He’s childish and full of pride at the same time, which is always a combination for disaster.
He can be selfish though he doesn’t mean to; maybe it’s just a side effect of being an overgrown baby. He needs to cuddle when either of you sleeps over, or else he gets agitated and won’t stop whining until you slot yourself into his side.
Jungkook hogs the blanket. He forces you to go on 6AM runs with him. He thinks everything you own is also his by extension, but not vice versa. He constantly blasts music while you’re trying to study, and only turns it down a couple notches when you threaten to tell his mom about that time he was in middle school and broke one of her previous vases, but somehow managed to pin it on the dog.
Despite all that, Jungkook is very charming, effortlessly so. Ever since he had that growth spurt at 14, girls started flocking to his side and vying for his attention, and surprisingly, his previously quiet self morphed into someone more confident and outspoken.
Throughout high school and now halfway into university, Jungkook has become the person that guys wanted to be, and girls wanted to be with.
He looks as if Apollo had descended from the heavens and made himself home among mere mortals. With fluffy dark hair, sparkly Bambi eyes, a jawline that can cut glass, and a well-toned body underneath his oversized hoodies, he’s the textbook definition of “boyfriend material”. Wherever he goes, Jungkook just exudes that charisma that makes people stop and say, “Wow. That. I want that. Where do I get myself someone like that? Do they sell them on Amazon?”
He’s smart in that casual and infuriating way where he still manages to ace all his classes without ever really trying. All his professors adore him even though he’s almost always late to class and hands in his assignments at least a few days late without giving any kind of notice or excuse.
Jungkook seems like the total package—someone that mothers would love to call their son-in-law. (But, not everyone is privy to all his flaws like you are.)
And if all of that isn’t enough to knock the pants off of every wide-eyed college-aged girl, he’s a Fine Arts major who looks like he came straight out of a Pinterest moodboard, who wears a pair of those thin-rimmed glasses in class that always makes the TA just a little distracted. Who carries around a leather-bound journal wherever he goes like he’s a Shakespearean protagonist, just in case inspiration strikes and he needs a place for his sketches. It’s the journal that you saved up for three months to get him as a high school graduation gift, but also the very same one that everyone on campus daydreams about having a page dedicated to them in it.
(No one knows this other than a handful of his closest friends and family, but Jungkook doesn’t draw people, unless a school assignment requires him to do so. That’s his one rule when it comes to his creativity. He says it’s too easy, that the beauty of human beings is limited but more importantly, it’s fickle. Instead, he prefers to portray nature and inanimate objects, things that “remain eternal”, whatever the hell that means.)
There are, however, a couple of downsides to having godly looks and being the campus heartthrob.
You reckon this inconveniences you more than it does him. You can’t recall how many girls have come up to you for advice on how to approach him. Or how many love notes you’ve been asked to pass since ninth grade, only for him to skim and toss them.
(Jungkook doesn’t actually throw them away; he just never responds to any of them, thereby bestowing upon you the honor of watching smiles drop from eager lips when you regurgitate the same lines of “Sorry, he’s not looking to date right now” to his admirers.)
The attention gets to his head sometimes, but at least he’s never contracted the same asshole disease that guys get whenever someone throws a couple of looks their way.
You’re his messenger of heartbreak, as he once so annoyingly called it. It helps that he’s your best friend, and you make him treat you to a nice meal after each time. If it happens to be someone especially persistent who would constantly badger you unless you give them his phone number, he would throw in five extra coffees for all your troubles.
What doesn’t make it easier, though, is the fact that you’re also one of those lovestruck girls whose heart he breaks on a daily basis, but you’ll never let him in on that little secret.
You’ve known him nearly all your life, and you’ve been in love with him for half that time.
You should’ve gotten started on your philosophy paper ages ago, aka three weeks prior when your professor sent out reminders telling your class to do just that. But what have you been up to instead? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Well, you’ve been entertaining your clown of a best friend through all his shenanigans, but you always do that anyway.
Granted, the paper shouldn’t even be that long—5 pages maximum, no external sources needed beside the weekly class readings—but what’s important is the principle right? You need to start holding yourself to higher standards now that you’re starting an internship soon.
Nevertheless, you left your assignment until the very end again, and now the paper is due in two days. As you hunch over your laptop at your desk, trying to compare and contrast the differences between Plato and Aristotle, your main distraction rolls into the room like a tornado.
“Eunji broke up with me,” Jungkook declares loudly as he barges in, drops his backpack to the floor with a thud, and plops onto your bed. He doesn’t even need to check to know where you are; he just buries his face into a pillow and groans in frustration.
You’re not fazed by his sudden entrances anymore. He does this at least once a day, just storming into your place and making himself at home. To be fair, it’s probably your fault for giving him a key, but oh well, he gets best friend privileges you suppose.
“Congrats?” you say confusedly as you swivel your chair around to face him. “I thought you wanted to break up with her?”
He straightens his form as much as he can on your too small bed, and props himself on an elbow to look at you. “Did you not hear me?” he says with a frown. “She broke up with me. I got dumped!”
You roll your eyes but you entertain him with a scandalized gasp anyway. “How dare she! This is unacceptable!” Maybe it’s a little too much, because he’s glaring at you and proceeds to chuck a stuffed koala on the bed at your head.
“It’s not funny!” Jungkook groans again, louder and more dramatic this time as his limbs flail about like a petulant child. “I’m heartbroken. Get the stash.”
“The stash” is your drawer of fancy snacks reserved only for special occasions or emergencies.
He’s weaseled his way into The Stash more than you. Another annoying thing about Jungkook is that he steals your food.
“Stop being dramatic, and stop getting into my stash! Inflation is going up and you know how expensive those vinegar chips already are.”
It’s a losing battle; you know it every time you open your mouth to scold him.
When he sits up, crawls his way over to the edge of the bed, juts out his bottom lip and widens his eyes to stare at you like a Golden Retriever, you feel yourself melt a little at the sight. Sure, you’ve developed somewhat of a tolerance to it after him having pulled this trick on you countless times before, but that doesn’t mean you’re immune to it.
You groan and go to fulfill his request, sullenly throwing him the bag of chips and a couple of candy bars. Jungkook punches the air triumphantly.
Anywho, he goes into detail about how he had envisioned the whole ordeal to go, what he was going to say to Eunji to soften the blow of the breakup because as much as he thought they were a bad fit together, he still wanted to be cordial and maybe even remain friends in the future.
That all went out the window when she suddenly stopped him before he could launch into a big speech though.
“She said she wanted to get back with her ex!” he recants exasperatedly, stuffing his face with the chips you bought with your hard-earned money. “Jinyoung or Junyoung or whatever the hell his name is. The one that looks like the flounder from The Little Mermaid and ran into the basketball pole that one time!”
“That’s mean.”
“It’s true, I saw it happen!”
You tear into a candy bar and take a bite. “So you got your ego bruised. Big whoop.”
“But it’s… It’s not something that happens to me often! Or ever!”
“You’re not the center of the universe. You sound like a douchebag.”
“Don’t.” Jungkook gives you a pointed look. “You know I’m not like that.”
“Yeah, I know,” you shrug indifferently, “but you sound like it.”
He grunts in response and goes back to his top priority mission of dropping crumbs all over your bed. You both munch on your respective treats in silence for a few moments. With your eyes trained on nothing in particular, you think about Plato’s ideal state and how much he believed humans were rational beings capable of establishing structured societies. Truth be told, that’s really all you got. You haven’t been doing a very good job at paying attention in this class.
The muscle bunny next to you clears his throat, breaking your train of (very limited) thoughts on Greek philosophers. He doesn’t meet your eyes, only keeps them fixed on the bag of chips in his hands.
“So, um,” he starts, fingers fiddling with the paper wrapping, “I might have said something to Eunji after she said she wanted to break up.”
“What?” You raise a questioning eyebrow. He hesitantly looks at you and you gasp. “Jungkook! Did you slutshame her?”
“The fuck– No! Why would I do that?!”
“Then what did you do?”
“I told her…” he stammers before dropping the bag in his lap and raising his hands up in surrender. “Wait, you have to promise me you won’t be mad.”
“Jungkook,” you warn, narrowing your eyes at him, cautious of what he has to say. “What did you do?”
“You have to promise me first.”
“Just freaking tell me, you dipshit.”
“If you won’t promise me–”
“Ugh, fine! I promise! Now what the fuck you say to do Eunji?”
Jungkook threads his fingers together and stares at you like he’s an anchorman about to give you the latest news of the day. “I told her I wanted to break up because you and I want to date.”
Alarms ring and sirens blare. Your heart stutters foolishly in your chest. Bits of chocolate get lodged in your throat.
What the fuck?
“What the fuck!” you screech in disbelief. “Jeon Jungkook!” Grabbing the nearest pillow, you whack him directly in the face. The man tumbles off your bed with a high-pitched squeal, taking the half-eaten bag of chips along with him. Golden crisps fly everywhere.
“Ow! What the fuck? You promised!”
“What the fuck do you mean “What the fuck?” Jungkook! Why would you say that?!”
The man rubs the spot on his ass where he landed on, and glares at you with those stupid eyes of his.
“I couldn’t think of anything else!”
“Oh, you dipshit.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and exhale in frustration. “Why didn’t you tell her what you were supposed to in the first place?”
“What, that I thought we weren’t compatible? Yeah, right. The girl had just told me she wanted to be with another dude. Anything I said afterward that didn’t involve me dating someone else would sound like I only wanted to save face.”
“You do only want to save face,” you deadpan. Why does he have the mindset of a 12-year-old girl?
“Well she doesn’t need to know that,” he shrugs, picking a chip off the floor and throwing it in his mouth. Ugh, gross. “Anyway, the damage is done. Sue me.”
“Oh my God,” you groan in absolute vexation. “How do you manage to get more stupid by the day? Okay, fine. Now you’re just gonna be even more embarrassed when she finds out that you lied, because you and I are not dating.”
Jungkook rubs his imaginary beard for a few seconds, still sitting among the chaos of sliced potatoes and humming as if in thought. “I’ll figure something out.”
You chuck your almost-finished candy bar at him, which he catches and eats the last piece. “God, whatever. It’s your problem. Now clean this up.” You gesture to the mess in the room.
“You made me fall.”
“I don’t care. Clean it up!”
“...Yes ma’am.”
“Jeon Jungkook.”
“What? And stop saying my full name.”
“Well, then stop telling me to kiss you.”
“Why not? It’s not like we haven’t done it before.”
“Jungkook!” you shove him in the shoulder. “We were in the second grade!”
“So? Still counts. I tell everyone you were my first kiss.”
Your frown falters to make room for surprise. That’s… new.
You were in primary school; obviously he was your first kiss too. You don’t go around telling people that though.
“Why don’t you just… I don’t know, find someone new to date? It’s not like there’s a short supply of people who would be willing to do that,” you deflect.
Jungkook has been bothering you all morning with this absurd idea. Your paper is due in six hours and he keeps moping around your room, begging for your help in his dumbass plan.
(The plan in question—which he claims to have been birthed from his big wrinkly brain and bathed in brilliance—is to convince Eunji that you two really are in a budding romance.
The first step of this scheme of his? Post a picture of you kissing.
Every other step after that? Pretend to be lovesick puppies every time you’re seen in public together. Which may also involve locking lips for people to see.)
“But I told her that there’s something going on between us!” He gestures to the both of you. “You and me! Specifically!”
“Sure, let’s assume that’s a valid argument–”
“Which it is.”
You roll your eyes at him. “Shut up. Hypothetically, I get why you’d think this could work. But why do we have to… kiss? Why can’t we just hold hands or cuddle or something?”
“Okay genius.” Jungkook pokes a finger at your temple. “We’re not exactly lowkey with the PDA. Everybody knows we do all of that. No one is going to believe it! The only things we haven’t done are kiss and fuck. Unless you want to make a sex ta–”
You wave your hands in the air to stop him from finishing that sentence as your cheeks heat up. He’s right; you’re just fishing for excuses at this point. It’s true that you two are quite affectionate with each other, even in public. You do everything that a couple does minus the, well, kissing and fucking—except whenever he has a girlfriend of course. You can’t count how many people have mistaken your friendship for something because from the outside, it does look that way, doesn’t it? You don’t like to dwell on this fact, but you can’t deny it either.
“Oh my God, shut the fuck up. Fine, why do you even have to post it online? Everyone on campus, and I mean everyone, would see it.”
“Well, duh.” It’s his turn to roll his eyes now. This motherfucker sure has a lot of attitude for someone who needs a favor. “I can’t exactly slide into Eunji’s DMs and randomly hit her up with a photo of us sucking faces.”
“We’re not sucking faces. Jesus– Okay, would the group know? How do you even expect to convince everybody else? You’re literally asking me to be your–” you swallow before continuing, “fake girlfriend.”
“The group” being all of your close friends. You have an odd pack of them, to be honest.
Taehyung is probably Jungkook’s second best friend only after you, what with being in the same major and having the same gaming interests. It’s uncanny how similar they are sometimes; it’s like two peas in a pod. Two peas that pass one brain cell back and forth in a game of mental dodgeball.
Namjoon is a senior whom you met while trying to sell an old bookshelf through Facebook Marketplace. You thought he was a creep at first; he had no profile picture and the only post on his timeline was from seven years prior, and it was a photo of a tree in black and white. When you arranged a meetup with him to exchange the goods, you made Jungkook go with you in case Namjoon was a kidnapper and/or murderer. Of course, that didn’t turn out to be true at all, and he’s been like an older brother to both you and Jungkook ever since.
Yerin is Namjoon’s ex, and it’s a wonder how they can be in the same tight-knit circle considering their history. But they always reassure everyone that the breakup was amicable and cordial, that there was no love lost between friends. Another fun tidbit is that they started out as roommates, and they still live in the same apartment to this day. Go figure.
It’s not surprising that they’re the most level headed out of all of you; you often joke that they’re like divorced parents to you, Jungkook and Taehyung.
Yerin might be the closest person you have to a role model. She’s calm and collected, but she never takes shit from anyone. You’re the only two girls, so that’s another reason why you’re naturally drawn to her. That, and the fact that she’s the one of the only two people who know about your little secret concerning a certain Bambi-eyed boy. (You like to think that you’re a good actress when it comes to pretending you only see Jungkook as a friend, but Yerin—and by extension Namjoon as well—is just ultra observant.)
And Yoongi… you don’t know why he’s even in the group, or how you all became friends with him in the first place. He graduated last year and is working part-time at the university as a TA while he figures out what he actually wants for a career. You reckon it might be a little late to start doing that, but oh well, everyone’s got their own process. (Come to think of it, you vaguely recall Jungkook adopting him into the group after he found the older man eating cheese sticks alone near a trashcan on campus and thought he was exuding “sad old man energy”.)
Jungkook gives you a devilish grin, and you already regret hearing what he has to say before he’s even uttered it. “Don’t you worry, sweet child. I have it all planned out.”
“Instead of working on your portfolio? Great use of your time by the way.”
“Zip it. Don’t distract me,” he chides and pats the top of your head. “We’ll spill after the photo goes up. Taehyung will definitely yell in the comments about how I didn’t tell him so at least that’ll look believable.”
It’s not like you’re entirely opposed to this idea. Sometimes when you’re cuddled up together in bed, watching a stupid movie of his choosing, you wonder what it’d be like to feel his lips on yours. Would they be as soft as they look? What kind of kisser is he? Is he the type to dive right in from the get-go—all hard and heated—or is he the type to start slow, ease you into it and douse your lips in warmth and honey before finally prying your mouth open with his tongue?
Every time you think about kissing Jungkook, it stings a little right where your heart is. Every time you think about anyone else kissing Jungkook, it hurts even more.
You want to kiss him, God knows you do; you just hope that if there was ever a day where he wanted to kiss you too, it’d be sincere and real.
Not just for show because he can’t stand to lose to his ex-girlfriend in a game where he’s the only player.
“Jungkook,” you sigh. You really don’t want to talk about this anymore. “I’m your friend, your best friend. Don’t you think it’d be weird if we kissed?” You take a breath before continuing. “I know it’s just pretend, but still.”
Even if you didn’t have feelings for him, it would be weird as hell. You don’t know anyone who has tested the waters of friendship and kissed, on the mouth, regardless of the circumstances, and lived to tell the tale. It always implodes.
Actually, maybe that’s not entirely true. People are a lot more open-minded now, and mere kisses don’t mean as much as they used to. But to you, they still do. Especially a kiss with Jungkook. Especially when you’re in love with him.
“It won’t be weird. My cousin makes out with his neighbor all the time and they’re still friends,” he shrugs.
“They what– How is that remotely related to this? They’re not best friends.”
“Exactly! We’re best friends. We’re too close for anything to come between us. I mean, you’ve seen me naked before.”
“Dipshit, you were changing and left your door wide open!”
He only shrugs again. The nerve on this clown. It’s true what they say, isn’t it? All men have is the audacity.
You punch him in the arm and trudge over to your bed, plopping onto it with an exasperated groan. Every minute that passes by is a minute that you should be reading about Greek philosophers, not arguing with your friend about his godforsaken brain babies.
The bed dips beside you, and something shifts in the air. Jungkook tugs on your hand and pouts, whipping out the puppy dog eyes again. You turn away from him and face the wall.
If you give in to this, you’re not sure if you’d be able to act normal around him again. Not after having had a taste of what it’s like to kiss him. To be with him, to be loved by him in that way.
You don’t know what you’d do if your friendship suffers the consequences of this reckless decision. He’s one of the most important people in your life—your less-than-platonic feelings for him notwithstanding. You grew up together, you’re each other’s rock and strongest support system, you know one another better than you know yourselves.
He’s your chosen family, and the bond that you two have is the most special you’ll ever know. He’s the only one you want to comfort you when you’re feeling low, and the only one you come running to to share your happiness. He’s your person, and you know you’re his person too.
His. In more ways than one.
“Hey.” You feel his arm wrap around you and pull you toward his body, your back pressed against his chest. “Sorry for being annoying about this,” he says more softly now, and for a second you think he’s about to nix the topic completely, seeing your reluctance to participate. But then he continues and you remember that he’s still your good old stubborn Jungkook.
“I promise it’ll be fine. Why wouldn’t it be? It’s not like we have feelings for each other, right? We’ll know that it’s not real.”
You’ve lost all mental capacity to ponder about Aristotle at this point. You remain silent, too lost in your head about this whole fake kissing fiasco. While all of these thoughts and scenarios are running through your mind, your best friend is completely oblivious. He’s only thinking about how to one-up another girl.
When you take too long to respond, he shuffles nervously on the bed. “You’ll do it, right? We’re good?” he asks. “Because I have to head to a class right now…”
No. The simple word sits on the tip of your tongue, caged in by your teeth. If only you could open your mouth and hurl it at his head.
No. You use it every day with ease. You say it politely preceding a Thank you when the cashier at the convenience store asks if you’d like to buy a chocolate chip cookie to accompany your best friend’s banana milk. You say it with slight annoyance in your voice when your mom asks if you have a boyfriend yet. You say it casually and teasingly when Yoongi asks if he could have one of your friends’ phone number.
So why can’t you say it to Jungkook now? Every fiber of your being is resisting his plan, but the motor cortex in your frontal lobe just won’t let you verbalize it. When you really think about it, have you ever not gone along with his shenanigans, however stupid they may be? Sure, this one may take the cake as the most hare-brained conspiracy he’s come up with, but the person asking for your help is still him.
You heave a sigh and squeeze your eyes close. “Shut the fuck up and go to class, Jungkook. I have a paper to finish.”
The man leans closer to you warily until his lips are right next to your ear, thinking it’s a good sign that you haven’t shut down his idea.
“Fine. I’m going now,” he whispers. “Love you, bye bye.”
Thirty seconds pass and his face is still hovering over your head. You know what he wants. You say it so he’ll finally leave you alone, all the while wishing that there isn’t an alternative meaning behind your words.
“Love you too…”
He grins and presses a quick kiss to your temple. “See ya later!” he calls as he dashes out the door.
Sometimes, Jungkook can be selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.
Fortunately, you managed to finish that dreadful paper ten minutes before the deadline. Unfortunately, that was the last thing on your to-do list of high priority tasks, and you had no other excuse to avoid being roped into Jungkook’s scheme.
There is one thing that might deter him, though. You could tell Yerin about this whole thing and she and Namjoon would be more than willing to shut it down for you before anything happens.
You could, but you don’t.
Honestly, the logic of the plan seems flawed, but that’s not something that you’re too focused on in all of this.
Oh, those two are going to have a field day picking apart your brain, aren’t they?
You’re sitting next to Jungkook on your bed, nervously toying with the loose threads of your shirt as he prepares to enact the first phase of his plan. He’s even gone as far as to dub your room “campaign headquarters”.
“Your dozens of admirers are gonna hate me,” you tell him. “They’ll say I sabotaged them to get you all to myself.”
He tilts his head to look at you. “But you don’t usually care about stuff they say.”
“I don’t,” you agree, sighing. “Okay, what if I want to get a boyfriend?”
“Do you?”
“No, but what if I change my mind–”
“You’re stalling,” he says. “I know I’ve been bugging you but you don’t have to do this if you aren’t 100% on board.”
“I know. I just…”
You just what? How do you tell him that once you do this, it’ll just make it infinitely more difficult to pretend you’re not in love with him?
Jungkook takes your hand in his and squeezes gently as the atmosphere turns more serious. “It’s me,” he tries to soothe you, even if he doesn’t know exactly what for. “It’s just me.”
You take a breath before you can look at him. When your eyes lock, he just smiles, and you can’t believe that you’re about to kiss that smile.
“Okay, so what do we do?”
“Just be normal. You’ve kissed other people before. If it makes things easier, pretend I’m Eunwoo.”
Your mind is too troubled to notice how his jaw slightly tenses as the words leave his mouth.
“Yeah,” you exhale, “okay.”
You had a thing with Cha Eunwoo last year. He was nice, very handsome, and he asked you out after you did a group project together for class. He was always the perfect gentleman, and he genuinely seemed to care about you. If things were different, you think you might’ve actually wanted to pursue a serious relationship with him.
But after three months, Eunwoo broke things off though you couldn’t say that you didn’t see it coming. He was about to go on exchange for six months abroad, but that’s not why the relationship fell apart. He was willing to do long distance with you, but he said he felt like you were always putting him second after Jungkook, and he didn’t think that would change any time soon. If your best friend was first priority while he was still there, what would it be like when he was gone?
Well, maybe Namjoon and Yerin aren’t the only people who are privy to your little secret. You reckon Eunwoo must have known about it too, because the last thing he said to you was “Call me when you figure it out.” You never did though.
You didn’t tell Jungkook this; you only said that the pair of you just didn’t think long distance would work, but you’d always have a soft spot for Eunwoo.
Jungkook starts the timer on his camera and turns to you. Ten seconds, you can do this. Think of Eunwoo’s gorgeous eyes and that pretty smile. Just pretend he’s Eunwoo. Pretend he’s Eunwoo…
You close your eyes as he leans in. Eunwoo’s face pops up in your head.
Ready. Set. Action.
Your lips touch, and as quickly as Eunwoo appeared in your mind, he vanished just as fast. Something within you shatters but you ignore it for now; you can always open that door later. Right now, there’s only Jungkook—simultaneously in the center of your mind, at the forefront, lingering in the back…
Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook…
With his lips pressed against yours, he waits for the sound of the camera going off before pulling away from you, but he doesn’t stray too far.
A second isn't nearly enough to answer all your questions about what it’d be like to kiss him, but at least you’ve been allowed a glimpse into it now.
It happened in a flash but it felt like an eternity. In that split second, the fantasies in your head came true and fizzled out all at once. In that fleeting moment, you could pretend that he was yours, in every sense of the word. You could pretend that it was only one out of countless kisses you two would share. You could pretend that there wasn’t any line to tiptoe or any word that you had to keep unsaid.
If only briefly, you could pretend that Jungkook loved you, in the way that you’ve always wanted him to.
A lifetime within a second, and you’re oh so tempted to never leave that illusion.
He tilts his head and grins like he just won you a stuffed animal at the carnival. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Your faces are still way too close for comfort. You don’t even think you’ve been breathing. It feels like an airbag was deployed within your chest when your heart crashed so suddenly against your ribcage, but you soldier on.
Clearing your throat, you punch him in the arm. “You better hope you didn’t give me any disease.”
He scoffs playfully and turns away to grab the phone. He examines the photo and when he deems it good enough to post, a tiny twisted part deep in your psyche wants to object, to find any reason to dismiss the picture he took just to have a reason to do it again.
You watch him type in a cheesy caption, ‘Been a long time coming,’ along with your username and a purple heart tacked on at the end, and send it out for the whole world to see.
There’s really no going back now.
Jungkook was right though; Taehyung is one of the first people to comment on the post.
vantae: BRO FOR REAL?? NO WAY WTFFFFF
jaykay97: @vantae 😉
He turns to you when his other college friends start to come through with their own comments expressing surprise or congratulations. He gives you a grin, one that’s blinding and makes his eyes crinkle.
“I’ll refill The Stash for you.”
“Hey, what the fuck?” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes at Jungkook. “What do you mean it’s not real? Your tongue was in her mouth.”
“His tongue was not in my mouth, oh my God.” You reach across the table and smack him over the head, knocking off the glasses perched on his nose in the process. “The photo is… real. But we’re not dating.”
Jungkook silently nods in agreement beside you as Taehyung sends you a glare.
“Why are you two doing this again?” Yerin speaks up from his place next to Namjoon. Her stare burns into the side of your face so intensely that you can’t meet her eyes. You know she’ll drag you somewhere to talk later.
You turn to your best friend and nudge his shoulder; he sighs and gives the gang a full recap of what happened—mainly his initial stupidity that led you both to this.
Okay, so maybe it’s not that long of a story. He takes about two minutes to fill them in on everything and by the time he’s finished, everyone stays mostly quiet. You don’t know how you expected them to react, but this isn’t it. It’s like they’re privy to a secret that you weren’t let in on.
“And here I thought it only happens in the movies, right?” you half-heartedly joke.
Namjoon and Yerin seem to share the same sentiments. They look at each other for a few seconds, silently communicating in that way that they do. It’s annoying sometimes, but right now it just makes you feel uneasy.
Maybe being silent isn’t an odd response for Yoongi; he’s like that most of the time anyway. Still, it adds to your nervousness.
Meanwhile, Taehyung is evidently disappointed. “You couldn’t have said Somi instead? That girl has a fat ass crush on you and she’s hot as fuck.” Classic Kim Taehyung.
“Shut up, Tae,” Jungkook rolls his eyes and flips off the other art student. “I’m not into Somi, and I said I couldn’t think of another excuse, didn’t I?”
He sounds strangely irritated. Perhaps it’s due to all the attention in the room being directed at him (and you, but mostly him) for a reason that he doesn’t particularly enjoy. Like someone has laid egg shells all over the floor, your friends are having a hard time approaching the issue with Jungkook.
Namjoon is the first to offer some serious talk. “Kook,” he says, still searching for the right words, “have you really thought this through?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is this really the best idea?” Then Namjoon’s eyes flicker to you for a split second and you gulp. “I mean, have you thought about the consequences it might have?”
There’s a slight scowl on Jungkook’s face when he answers. “Consequences? The hell are you talking about?”
“I’m only trying to–”
“Hyung, can you just get off my back?” he snaps. “It’s my business, okay?”
It’s the first time he’s ever raised his voice at Namjoon, or at any of you, really.
The older man retreats instantly, not pushing to talk to someone who’s clearly not interested in listening.
A moment of silence ensues, but it doesn’t last long before Taehyung diffuses the tension with a change of topic, prompting a conversation about some gossip he heard about a frat house on campus. Even Yoongi joins in as an attempt to make the air feel lighter. Everyone soon drifts away from your situation with Jungkook, but he doesn’t contribute anything to the chatter after his little outburst.
He doesn’t like it when people question his decisions and judgment, but he’s never been unreasonably closed off to it. Not that he’s being unreasonable now, but it toes that line a little. Maybe he’s just in a bad mood today.
Eventually, Jungkook slips away to the balcony to get some air. You follow him out after some minutes.
“So…” you start, hoping he’ll at least talk to you. You bump your hip against his.
“What? Are you here to lecture me too?”
It’s cool outside tonight. You’re grateful for the late summer chill for providing you with some much needed fresh air. From here, you can see cars passing on the streets. Someone is out walking their dogs. A few more people are strolling about with their arms full of liquor bottles. Right in front of the building, there’s a middle-aged man with a small food truck. The smell of tokbokki wafts all the way up to you on the fourth floor, and it makes you a little hungry.
“You know Namjoon didn’t mean anything bad,” you sigh.
“Yeah.” Jungkook looks down at the ground and kicks at a fallen leaf from a plant. “But did he have to talk to me like I’m a child? Like I don’t know any better?”
“Don’t be too hard on him.” Your hand comes up to rub his back soothingly. “He’s just worried.”
“Why?” he asks. “Is there something he should be worried about?”
There’s a moment where you two just look at each other. The air thickens in a way that you don’t like despite the breeze that passes by. Stars in the sky mimic the ones in his eyes, and you feel an urge to get lost in the sparkling orbs staring back at you. It’s almost maddening what you would do to get them to keep twinkling for you forever.
There’s something unfamiliar in his expression, with his lips slightly pursed and a small furrow in his brows. You dislike it even more than the tension in the atmosphere; you’ve always been able to read him like he’s your favorite book.
You break away from his eyes with a clear of your throat. “I don’t know. I’m just saying that it’s not hard to understand where he’s coming from.”
Jungkook opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but then he just settles for a hum as he turns to look at the streets again. The conversation dies at that, and you slip away again.
It’s been weird tonight, from your friends’ reactions to the way Jungkook is acting while he’s supposed to be the “mastermind” in all of this. You’ve been trying to be as normal as you can around him to not jeopardize everything you two have, and you can’t help but be a little irked at his behavior right now.
When you go back inside, Yerin pulls you to the kitchen for some privacy.
“That was some interesting news tonight,” she says, sipping on her bottle of cider as she eyes you.
You swallow and nod slowly. You’ve been expecting a Yerin talk.
“What’s your game plan here?” she asks when you don’t say anything else.
“I don’t know.” You shrug, feigning nonchalance though you know you don’t have to in front of her. “There’s no game plan. I’m just going along with what he wants.”
She frowns and sets the bottle on the white marble counter. “That’s the problem, isn’t it?”
“What is?”
“You always “going along” with what he wants. Always putting him before yourself. You can’t keep doing this forever.”
Like Namjoon, Yerin is just worried. You get that, and you would be the same way if you were in her shoes.
“It’s not that simple.” Oh, but it is. “He’s my best friend.”
And there’s that excuse again. You can’t count how many times you’ve taken advantage of this title to justify your actions, your willingness to do anything for Jungkook under the guise of only being his best friend and not because you would trade the sun for his happiness for a reason far beyond that. Sometimes you think it’s pathetic.
“You could’ve told him no. He’d never force you into anything,” she says, but then her voice softens as she continues, her eyes sympathetic when they meet yours. “Are you hoping something would come out of this?”
There it is. The one question you wished she wouldn’t ask.
You avoid her gaze, preferring to train your eyes on the tiny droplets that collect outside the cider bottle instead. They roll down the side of the plastic when the moisture gets too heavy, and make a tiny pool where the bottle connects with the counter.
“I know what you’re gonna say,” you settle for eventually.
“What am I gonna say?” Yerin inquires.
“That I’m stupid, and reckless.”
“Not stupid,” she counters with a shake of her head, “but yes, I think you’re being reckless.”
“It’ll be fine,” you say with shaky finality. The words sound resolute, but underneath that shell, they’re mangled. As much as you want to believe them, you know deep down that you don’t.
Over the next weeks, it happens again a few times. It being the kiss. A few times being five, because you’ve definitely been keeping track. Although they have technically been more like pecks than kisses, each one lasting approximately 1.2 second.
Holding hands on campus, resting your head on his shoulders when you’re sitting beside him under the old tree near one of the old university buildings—things that you’ve always been doing, but now accentuated with a smooch on the lips here and there.
Yeah, people seem to buy it.
People including Eunji.
Truth be told, you don’t think they care that much. (Perhaps with the exclusion of Jungkook’s not-so-secret admirers who glare at you every time you walk by.) You suppose that like with any other new couple on campus, after that initial Oh, cool reaction, there’s not really much thought to be had afterward. You’ve tried voicing your observation to Jungkook, but he’s adamant that this is “the way to go”, which is vague and cryptic and how he is sometimes.
You’re not sure what it means, but as always—and cue a big sigh—you go along with it. You handle it… decently. Like with everything else Jungkook does that has an effect on you, you’ve tried to build a tolerance to the occasional peck.
Every time he kisses you, you act like it’s the first time. He gives you a warning before he does it so you aren’t startled. Nevertheless, you’ve developed somewhat of a routine before each kiss so you don’t completely freak out and collapse afterward. It goes like this: Clench your jaw, inhale deeply, peck!, exhale.
Your heart constantly complains, and you more or less successfully ignore it.
Yerin and Namjoon, being Yerin and Namjoon, try to talk you out of it before someone gets hurt. You, being you—aka pathetically in love with your best friend, don’t listen.
That, and the fact that having the title of being his (fake) girlfriend makes you feel a certain way.
Maybe you can’t shit on him for being stubborn when sometimes you’re just as headstrong.
That’s why you’re at this party with the rest of the group (sans Yerin, because she doesn’t do frat parties) at one of the frat houses, holding Jungkook’s hand. The beer you’re sipping helps quell the butterflies in your stomach when he mindlessly rubs your thumb.
Suddenly, he tips his head somewhere to the right, where you see Eunji leaning against someone you assume to be the ex she recently got back together with. Jungkook quirks a brow and blinks fast at you.
“Are you having a stroke?”
He rolls his eyes and puckers his lips slightly before leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Eunji is here. With the flounder! So you know….”
Your jaw tenses and you take a deep breath, not even questioning him if this is necessary anymore. Your eyelids fall as he surges forward, but to your surprise, you don’t get to exhale as quickly as you normally would.
The count remains at five. Five pecks that last a total of one second.
But there’s a new count that pops up on the chart.
Number of pecks that last a total of three seconds: 1.
When Jungkook pulls away, you swallow dryly and finally breathe out. Namjoon clears his throat awkwardly, having watched the whole exchange.
Your best friend doesn’t speak; instead he just stares at you. He doesn’t look to see if Eunji or anyone else is watching, like he usually does. He just looks at you.
You’re hyper aware of how loud the music is and how his lips overwhelm the taste of alcohol in your mouth. How he’s still rubbing your thumb.
“I’m just gonna get another drink,” you croak the words out, and you disappear into the crowd before Jungkook can say anything.
The kitchen is just as packed as the living room, but you needed to get away for a while. The countertops here are sticky with spilled alcohol and reeks of drunken bodies.
You turn around when a hand taps your shoulder, and almost choke when you see who it is that’s offering you a hug.
“Oh, Nayoung, hi!” you chirp awkwardly as you accept her embrace. It’s less than graceful, but then again, you two have never really been the best of friends, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying.
She was Jungkook’s last serious relationship before Eunji; they were together for about nine months before calling it quits. Out of everyone he has dated, you liked her the most. She has a bubbly personality, practically the embodiment of pure sunshine, and not to mention she’s one of the most beautiful girls you’ve ever seen.
Come to think of it, you don’t think you know why she and Jungkook split in the first place. He’s told you before that they still talk occasionally—the pair didn’t end on bad terms—but that’s about it, no details whatsoever.
After the initial chit chat about what she’s been up to, what you’ve been up to, and the conventional commentary on the state of the party, Nayoung goes right into what you hoped she wouldn’t.
“I heard you’re dating Kook now,” she says after taking a sip of beer.
You fiddle with the cup in your hand and smile sheepishly at her. “Yeah, it just sort of happened…”
“I’m really happy for you.” A smile blooms on her lips, and you can tell that it’s genuine. “I’m glad he finally stepped up.”
The liquid in your cup sloshes slightly as you tighten your grip on the plastic. You stare at Nayoung, and you’re about to ask her what she means by that when someone spots her and calls her name loudly.
“Soyeon!” she squeals back at the other girl before turning to you. “I have to go say hi to her. But it was nice running into you. I’ll see you around, yeah?”
With that, she leaves, and you’re left standing in the kitchen with a bunch of people you don’t know and cheap beer you don’t like. Nonetheless, you pour more of the alcohol into your cup, stuff your mouth with a couple of potato chips and head back to find your friends.
Namjoon, Taehyung and Jungkook are nowhere in sight, but you spy Yoongi standing in the corner with a drink of his own, looking bored as usual and watching the drunks near him wobble until they collapse onto the couch.
You open your mouth to ask him where the others are, but you hear their voices before the question can come out. You peek over Yoongi’s shoulders to scan for them, and find Namjoon and Jungkook standing a few feet from where you are, with the latter wearing an annoyed expression on his face.
“How many times do I have to tell you? We're best friends. The best of besties,” Jungkook says, his tone more defensive than Namjoon thinks it should be. “I don’t even see her as a girl.”
Your feet cement themselves to the floor as you stand there, holding the red plastic in your hand and trying to keep a neutral expression on your face. Yoongi looks at you but he doesn’t say anything. He just offers you a sympathetic smile and you wonder if he knows.
You’ve been more distant since the night of the party, and Jungkook is willing to admit that it affects him in ways he doesn’t like. There’s something different about your dynamic that he senses, and he resents the fact that it doesn’t feel the same as it used to.
The cafe that he normally frequents is quieter than usual for a Saturday afternoon, and it does very little to distract him from the disturbance that’s afflicting his mind. Besides him and Taehyung sitting in their regular booth with their sketchbooks in front of them, there’s barely five other patrons in the coffee shop.
Every so often, Jungkook huffs and puffs, and it’s starting to annoy his friend.
“Okay, what’s up with you today, dude?”
“What?” Jungkook glances up from his journal and pushes his glasses further up his nose bridge. “Nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Taehyung comments, sipping from his coffee and looking at the other man over the rim of the glass. “Is it about Y/N?”
“Why would it be about her?”
“I don’t know. You seem pretty… distracted lately. Trouble in fake paradise?”
Lead skids on paper and Jungkook’s movements come to a stop. His gargantuan eyes blink at Taehyung, who only shrugs and stares back.
“Why do you and Namjoon hyung keep nagging me about this?”
“I don’t know,” Taehyung repeats, and irritation begins to crawl up Jungkook’s spine. “If I were you and I had a best friend whom I kiss all the time, I don’t think I’d be able to keep things strictly platonic, you know?”
What is he trying to get at here? Jungkook was planning to come over to your dorm tonight for a one-on-one hangout, but now, he’s just gonna be in his head about what his friend is saying.
“Not all the time. Sometimes,” the younger man corrects. “And it’s not that big a deal. Just leave it alone.”
“I mean–”
“Taehyung.”
If another person were to insinuate something along these lines to him, he might actually get into a fight. Taehyung and Namjoon aren’t the first ones to do it, and frankly, Jungkook is getting tired of it.
People keep implying that there’s something going on between you and him when in reality, you’re his best friend and that’s it. But everyone just goes on wanting to uproot his entire life by trying to unravel his relationship with you.
You two have been this way since forever. It’s not that deep.
Jungkook sits in silence across from Taehyung for a long while after that, each of them working on their respective drawings while the cafe continues to be mostly empty.
He doesn’t notice when Taehyung stands up and makes his way to the other side of the booth to peek at his sketchbook. He’s just been mindlessly moving his pencil for the past hour; he does that sometimes, where he just lets his brain go rampant and his fingers glide through the paper seamlessly. Most of these times, he doesn’t have a specific vision in mind, and they often turn out to be some of the best works he’s ever drawn.
“Dude,” Taehyung almost gasps as he leans over the younger’s shoulders. It’s almost comical, really, how his mouth hangs open and his eyes widen.
Jungkook’s fingers halt, his eyes refocusing and taking in what his friend is looking at.
He gulps but his throat is dry, hastily closing the journal and stuffing it in his backpack. The chair scrapes loudly against the cafe’s wooden floors when he abruptly stands up, turning a couple of heads nearby. Taehyung calls after him but he’s already walking away, unable to stifle the restless feeling that gnaws on his guts.
Knock, knock, knock.
Hmm? You aren’t expecting anyone, are you?
When you open the door, the person standing on the other side of the threshold makes your heart leap to your throat.
He… knocks now?
“Koo,” you breathe, clearly surprised to see him. Or maybe you’re surprised at his unexpectedly good manner.
“‘Sup, dude?” He brushes past you into the room in that typical Jungkook fashion. “We haven’t hung out in forever.”
He’s carrying two paper bags that he holds up for you to see. When you lean closer to inspect them, it’s all of your favorites from the diner nearby. The scent emanating from the bags immediately makes your stomach growl.
“The last time you saw me was two days ago,” you say.
“Yeah, on campus. We haven’t properly hung out in weeks.”
“You’re so clingy, and needy.”
“I know you meant full offense when you said that, but none taken.” After setting up the food neatly on the floor, Jungkook goes to wash his hands in the bathroom. When he returns, he looks you straight in the eye. There’s that expression again, the one he wore on the balcony of Namjoon and Yerin’s apartment. “I’m only clingy with you.”
You wonder if he notices that you’ve been pulling away these past few days, though you can’t say that you’ve been distant. You just haven’t seen him everyday like you used to, and you’ve chalked it up to an overload of schoolwork which isn’t untrue.
As you begin to dig into the food he brought over, you can tell that he’s trying. To do what exactly, you don’t know, but you appreciate the effort anyhow. It’s not his fault that things feel weird between you.
Once everything has been devoured and your bellies are stuffed, you do what you always do. He brings your laptop from the desk and plops onto the bed next to you. By this point, you’re no longer surprised nor annoyed when he puts on a Spiderman movie for the umpteenth time. The film starts, and the familiar superhero in red and blue takes over your entire screen. But there’s something different now.
You’ve been sharing a bed with Jungkook since middle school; you’re used to this.
No. Correction: you’re used to comfortably sharing a bed with him. This, right here? This isn’t it. When did things start to change between the two of you?
Oh, you know. When you crossed that line of no return.
You lie there on the soft mattress and against the plushness of the pillows, but your body is stiff. If Jungkook is going through the same thing as you, he doesn’t let it show.
“Why are you so far away? Come here,” he says, and practically yanks you toward him until his arm is wrapped snugly around your shoulders. You’re still rigid against him and you think he notices it, because he starts to rub soothing circles into your skin. It works a little.
Halfway into the movie, you sag against his body. After a few minutes, he glances down at you and chuckles to himself when he spies your slightly open mouth as you calmly snooze.
See, Jungkook thinks, fucking Kim Taehyung and his nosy ass. This is fine.
His eyes roam your face and he realizes that he’s never seen you like this before, not really. You’re his best friend, his partner in crime, his keeper and his soulmate, if soulmates do exist. Before you’re any of those things, he has found you pretty since you were little kids. Since the second grade to be exact, after you shared your first kiss and you suddenly burst out crying because “boys have cooties”. When your entire face was flushed red, your eyes wet with tears that rolled down your cheeks and even snot running from your nose, there was only one word that popped into little 7-year-old Jungkook’s head. Pretty.
Maybe that’s why he tells people that you were his first kiss. Even though you were mere children, there’s some pride in boasting about sharing that experience with someone he thought was the prettiest girl in the world.
If he were to say it out loud, you would argue that it’s reductive to think that way, but you would blush nevertheless. You tend to do that whenever he compliments you. You hide it but he always notices.
Raising a hand to ghost over your cheek, he smiles when he remembers how you always say it’s unfair that he was blessed with such long eyelashes while yours barely kiss the top of your cheeks.
Slender fingers follow the bridge of your nose and brush back the curtain of hair that falls over the side of your face, covering your jawline. When you hum in your sleep and instinctively snuggle closer into his warmth and feather-light touches, his focus shifts to something that he probably shouldn’t be dwelling on.
Jungkook isn’t in primary school anymore; believe it or not, he’s an adult now. He doesn’t just think you’re pretty anymore, he knows you’re beautiful. But if he can see that, then so can others, and the thought of it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
He feels like a creep, staring at you like this when you’re far away in dreamland, unaware of all the things running through his mind. It discombobulates him even more so when he can’t help but trace your lips with his thumb, gulping when he finds how soft they are, how lusciously pink they are. Must be from the lipbalm you always tell him he should use. Strawberry, was it? Maybe he should confirm that.
Every time that he’s kissed you thus far has been fleeting—barely even three seconds—and strictly for “business” purposes if you will. Trickery, put on for others to see.
But as he lies here with you cuddled up against him, Jungkook wants to shake you awake. Rouse you from slumber and kiss you until you’re breathless and clutching his arm in search of air. It would be so easy to do too, just a little nudge…
When you unconsciously clear your throat, Jungkook retracts his hand like he’s been burned. Fuck, what was that? he thinks. His entire chest rattles with the impact of his thoughts, and the realization that he can’t snap out of that daze. The urge to kiss you lingers like sweet petrichor after a rain shower. With a mind in overdrive and a heart that won’t calm down, he clenches and unclenches his fist, tries to take steady breaths, and fails to repress more thoughts about your lips. Meanwhile you’re right there, with barely any space between your bodies, blissfully unaware of his turmoil.
Glancing at the journal that spills out of his backpack from where it lays on the floor, he gulps as his conversation with Taehyung echoes in the background.
The next week is more or less the same. You keep maintaining some semblance of distance between you and Jungkook, in that you try to limit your time alone with him. He still walks you home from class—gotta keep up the charade, right?—and you still hang out as a group with all your other friends. But other than that, you’ve been making excuses to not have him over as much anymore.
It’s particularly hot today, considering autumn is starting to settle in and you’ve begun to bring out your warmer clothes. Must be summer saying its final goodbye.
You’re with your best friend on the way from your evening philosophy class back to your room. His pinky is hooked around your own, your hands swinging back and forth between your bodies as you relish in the last of the heat.
From the corner of your eye, you spy the familiar glow of green neon lights.
“Hey, let’s go there. I need–”
Silenced.
You flatline for a moment before you’re fully aware of what’s happening.
Jungkook’s mouth is suddenly on your mouth, his arm is encircling your waist; it’s been a few seconds and he isn’t pulling away. Instead, his lips are slowly moving and you find that yours are too. You let your eyelids fall as your hands grip the fabric of his shirt.
Your heart restarts and shifts into full gear every time his lips slot perfectly against yours. The taste of him is devastating, to say the least. You feel his other hand sneak up to cup your cheek and when he swipes his tongue your bottom lip, you gladly part way for him.
His arm tightens around you, effectively pulling you closer. A whimper escapes from your throat, muffled by his mouth, as his tongue dances with yours. He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. The fantasies explode in your brain like fireworks and this time, you get your answer.
When some guy on a bike breezes by and whistles loudly, you break away with heavy pants. Still mesmerized by his lips, you blink in a daze and swallow thickly.
“I, uh…” you mumble weakly. If Jungkook isn’t still wrapped around your body, you’re sure you would just fall to the ground. You want to keep kissing him, and you want to cry for some reason.
Your mind is still in shambles from the impact of his actions and in that moment, you forget that he isn’t yours to keep. Ignorance really is bliss, even if it’s only fleeting.
Alas, reality comes crashing down and the air gets knocked out of your lungs for a completely different reason. It’s similar to that feeling you get when you’re dreaming, and you’re falling, and the world shakes you into wakefulness.
He whips his head around and scans your surroundings for a few seconds before turning back to you with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I thought I saw Eunji. What were you gonna say?”
He seems unfazed, and the pieces inside of you fracture even more. The shards pierce everything they could find, like glass in your bloodstream.
Jungkook is stubborn, and childish, and selfish at times, and all of that leads to the thing that you hate most about him: Jungkook can be casually cruel.
You bite down on the inside of your cheek until the taste of him is replaced with something metallic. You point limply at the convenience store around the corner, trying to repress the burning sensation behind your eyes.
“Pads… I need to buy pads.”
He’s gone on many period supply runs for you before, so he’s very well versed in the type of pads you usually get and the roster of comfort snacks you need during that time of the month, which is not to be confused with what gets selected for The Stash.
Whenever Aunt Flow visits, Jungkook always makes sure that you have an array of your favorite chocolates, gummies, and that Honey Stars cereal you like to munch on. Sometimes, if he can afford to splurge a little more that month, he gets you a boba a day to help you cruise through the discomfort.
Your period is the only occasion where he tries to be less of a menace to you, partly because he knows how much you hate going through it, but mainly because you’re ten times more irritable and won’t hesitate to choke him with your bare hands. (This may or may not have happened once or twice.)
Today though, you seem distracted as you browse the aisles. Your hand grabs a packet of pads and you move quickly through the store. It isn’t the one that you normally use, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Maybe you’re trying out different things, who knows? Jungkook isn’t one to tell you how you conduct your business down there.
However, you completely pass by the chocolate shelves without even looking at them. It makes him frown, and he has to linger behind to grab the sweets before catching up with you and dropping them in your little basket. When you sense the extra weight in your grip, you send him an appreciative but uneasy smile, and his stomach immediately drops.
It was the kiss, wasn’t it?
Fuck. Did he make things weird?
You spend most of the shopping trip in silence, and it extends to the walk to your dorm too, excluding the few instances where he makes a silly comment about the mundane things you see on the way home, but you merely hum in acknowledgement.
“Dude,” Jungkook says when the two of you stop in front of your building, “you know I love you right?”
The words sound and feel strange as they come out of his mouth. Strained even to his own ears, foreign on his own tongue.
He’s suddenly nervous as he awaits your response. You’ve exchanged these words a thousand—maybe a million—times before. Not once has it felt like this.
Not once has the air been charged with such uncertainty.
You force a smile onto your face that he can see right through. “I know.” Your voice cracks a little but you immediately cover it up with a fake cough.
He’s about to ask if you want to watch a movie—one of your choosing this time—in an attempt to distill the tension, but you beat him to it with a bid of goodbye. You tell him that you’re tired and just want to sleep, and head inside.
As he stands there alone with only the flickering street lights for company, he frowns. Nerves dissipate in his stomach to make room for something else entirely. Something that sinks in his chest that’s probably not his heart.
Is it?
Either way, it doesn’t matter. What’s more important is that you didn’t say it back.
You’ve never not said it back before, no matter how upset you are with him.
You still said it back when Jungkook accidentally deleted a midterm paper on your laptop that you’d been working on for four days straight. You still said it back when he forgot that he’d promised to pick you up from class to take you dress shopping, and left you stranded in the rain with a broken umbrella for nearly an hour. Even when you had to miss a scholarship interview to take him to the emergency room for appendicitis, you still returned his sentiments.
Drunken or sober, the words still came out one way or another. You said it back every time, every single time…
But there you were, with your strained smile and hollow eyes, caging the words in and swallowing them down.
He shakes his head harshly to expel the thoughts. He looks up at your window before turning on his heels to leave. His fingertips twitch, as he recalls your afternoon together. The urge to grab a pencil and his beloved journal becomes too immense not to notice.
In the wise words of singer-songwriter extraordinaire Tove Lo: “Wanna get over, get under.”
Well, in your case, maybe you won’t be getting under anyone. More like, “wanna get over, eat your feelings, get a date and try to forget.”
Naturally, it’s a lot easier in theory.
The first step? You’ve got it covered. The Stash has nearly been emptied out over the past few days as you make up excuse after excuse to avoid Jungkook.
The second step? You didn’t have to look any further than your cousin and the guy she keeps wanting to set you up with.
It’s really just the third step that you’re having trouble with.
As you sit in this nice restaurant with your date, Seokjin, you find it quite challenging to focus on anything he’s saying.
He seems like a decent guy; charming, funny, not to mention tall and very handsome. Seems like the type of person you would be completely enamored with had your mind not been preoccupied by someone else.
Needless to say, the dinner isn’t going very well. You’re barely responding to any of his jokes or stories, and when he asks you about yourself, you only give him curt responses because you’re too busy thinking about another person.
You can’t remember why you thought this was a plausible idea in the first place.
You don’t notice that it’s been quiet for a few minutes while you pick at your salad and Seokjin watches awkwardly across from you. When a hand lands on your shoulder, you look up, but your date has both arms resting on the table.
A familiar voice calls your name.
“Jungkook,” you breathe as you look to your left, “what are you doing here?”
You can tell that he’s agitated; dare you say, even angry.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he barks at you, and you’re thankful that the table is hidden in the corner, where only the waiter nearby is nosy enough to pay attention to you.
Swallowing thickly, you utter, “I’m on a date.”
Jungkook is evidently unhappy with your answer, though you don’t think there’s any other explanation that he would be pleased with at the moment. He clenches his jaw so harshly that you fear it might snap from that sheer force. Turning his head slightly, he glares at the man sitting across, and his grip on your shoulder tightens.
“Your cousin said you were single,” Seokjin says frantically as his eyes dart between the two of you. You can’t blame him for jumping to conclusions. A guy showing up to your date looking pissed off as hell and you’re losing your voice like you’ve been caught in the act? Yeah, it’s fair to assume.
“I am!” You raise a hand in defense, turning away from your friend to face Seokjin. “He’s just a friend. I’m sorry, I– Jungkook!”
You can’t even finish your sentence before his hand moves to grab your wrist and yanks you to your feet. The waiter watches the scene unfold like it’s a soap opera as you get dragged out of the restaurant helplessly.
When you’re finally outside, you wrench your wrist from Jungkook’s hold but you’re still too stunned to say anything. He runs a hand through his hair and exhales in frustration.
“Get in the car,” he merely says, and surprisingly, you do without any protest.
You must have jinxed yourself back then, huh? You really thought this only happened in the movies.
The twenty-minute drive to your dorm is spent in absolute silence as he simmers in his anger while you organize the thoughts in your head, and the raging whirlpool of emotions that flood your body. After arriving at the building, you let him walk you up to your room and you let him come in. Only then do you find your voice again.
“What the fuck was that back there?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going on a date?”
“I didn’t have to tell you,” you counter, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“But…” He opts for the childish option. “We tell each other everything.”
“Yeah, well,” you mutter, “not everything.”
“What is that supposed to mean? You’re keeping things from me?”
“No, I– You know what, just drop it. Why the fuck are you so mad? You embarrassed me tonight. You had no right to just barge in and drag me out of there like I needed to be kept on a leash.”
“I–” he struggles to find the words, and ends up settling for ones that feel like lies. “We’re supposed to be dating! What if someone saw you? What would that look like for me?”
Even if he meant it, it’s a weak argument and he knows it. The restaurant was far enough from campus that the possibility of being recognized by anyone from school was extremely limited.
“That’s what this is about again?” you scoff bitterly. “Your pride? Your precious little reputation? You’ve been using me for months and I let you–”
“I didn’t use you,” he interrupts.
“Didn’t you?” He stays silent after this, and you feel compelled to continue. “Everyone kept telling me to put an end to your shit or I’ll just eventually get hurt. But did I listen? No, of course not, because I’m stupid and because I’m too in– because I’m fucking stupid.”
“No, no, don’t backtrack. Because you’re what?”
You can’t even yell at him, unless you want the entire floor to hear and wake up tomorrow as the latest piece of gossip on campus. You can’t even weep to your heart’s content either. It’s so fucking shitty, but it’s your own damn fault anyway. What were you even expecting? There was no way you could come out of this unscathed.
“You can’t just kiss me like that and expect me not to…”
He knows exactly what you’re referring to. “Not to what?”
You know he won’t let this go, and you’re not sure you have it in yourself to keep it hidden for much longer. You expected that the truth would come out some day, maybe after you’ve figured out a way to get over him and not have to deal with the repercussions of your confession.
But you’re here at that crossroad now, and you’re tired. You’re exhausted, really, from years of yearning for him in secret and trying to kill that longing but failing every time. Your heart can only take so much before it eventually cracks, and it seems like that moment has come sooner than you ever anticipated.
“You can’t expect me not to be in love with you,” you choke on a cry, “more than I already am.”
His eyes widen and his lips part, and every trace of anger from earlier drains from his face. You take a step back as he takes one forward.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” you take in a breath, and unleash your suffering. “I’ve loved you for half our lives. I would do anything for you, but… I don’t know if I can keep going like this anymore. It’s too much.”
Now that the cat is out of the bag, where do you go from here? The answer is simple: You don’t know.
So, you do the only thing you can at this moment. You sit down on the bed, put your head in your hands, and you let the tears flow freely. Your heart is in your throat, and sunken at the pit of your stomach, and lodged between your ribs all at once, because it’s in pieces and there’s nothing that can undo the damage.
Quietly sobbing in front of the boy you’ve always loved, you feel pathetic and broken, and you mourn more things than just the loss of your friendship.
This isn’t a fight.
No, this is the end of life as you know it.
The mattress dips and you immediately scoot away. He freezes, gauging your reaction and thinking if he should reach out to you. You make that decision for him before he could come to his own conclusion.
“Can you just leave?”
Not leave now and we’ll talk when I’ve cooled off; not leave and silently come back tomorrow with my favorite dessert as a peace offering.
Just leave.
You handed him your heart without even telling him; you gave him hold the most sacred piece of you and let him toy with it without realizing what’s in his palm. Now that he knows, he has no idea what to do with it.
The door closes and it feels like something else is ending too. You and him, the most special bond you’ve ever known. The most important part in every chapter of the story of your life…
You think of the friendship that’s been the foundation of who you are, the pillar that holds you up when everything else tries to pin you down. You think of how it’s starting to come undone brick by brick right in front of you, and there’s nothing you can do about it now.
You and him against the world, but now it’s only the world against you.
See? It always implodes.
Jungkook can be dense sometimes. Nudges don’t work on him; he needs to be pushed, shoved, and knocked some sense into before he can start to get his head straight.
He doesn’t know why he calls Nayoung, but he does. Though it’s getting close to midnight, she picks up on the third ring. He doesn’t regard her sleepy voice and a confused hello? and goes right into it.
“Why did we break up?” he asks anxiously.
Not a question that one might expect to hear from an ex nearly a year after the breakup, through the phone in the middle of the night. “I don’t know, you tell me,” she chuckles softly. “You’re the one who ended things.”
“I don’t know either,” Jungkook mimics her words.
Seconds pass, and Nayoung speaks up. “I’ve always thought it was because of Y/N.”
Yeah, he knew she was going to say that.
“Why?”
“I think everyone could see there was at least something there, except for the two of you. You could never really remember my favorite things as well as you did hers. At first, I told myself it was because you’d been friends for so long, and she’s important to you. But then I realized, that wasn’t really the case,” she says calmly, no bitterness in her voice at all though there she does sound sad as she recalls the past. “Sometimes I wished you would look at me the way you look at her.”
If there’s anything that Jungkook feels as he listens to his ex-girlfriend’s words, it’s guilt, and maybe a pang of remorse.
You think he doesn’t see you but he does; he sees you everywhere. You’re on his mind when that spot should be reserved for someone else.
The night when everything went to hell and back, when he was coming to crash your date, he didn’t know what came over him. He was just so frustrated he couldn’t see straight.
As soon as he overheard Yerin and Namjoon talk about you having dinner with Seokjin, he lost all ability to be rational.
Was he upset because you didn’t tell him, or because you were with another guy?
If you had told him about the date, would it have made him feel better?
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks. It’s been some months too late for that question now.
“I guess I just wanted you to myself for a while longer.”
“I’m sorry.” He means it.
“Don’t be.” She understands. “You didn’t know.”
It’s scary when people keep tugging at the rug he’s standing on.
When the line is silent for a beat too long, Nayoung takes the initiative. It’s like she can sense that Jungkook’s affliction even through the phone, can picture how the cogs in his head are turning until they bring you to the conclusion that everyone around him has known for years.
“I knew we couldn’t have lasted long,” she says, hoping it’ll give him some comfort. “That’s why when we broke up, I said I hoped you’d work things out with her. You didn’t understand it back then, did you? I’m glad you do now.”
There’s a lot of things about you that are ingrained into Jungkook’s mind, like how you like to watch horror gameplays because you think the gamers’ reactions are funny sometimes and because you’re too much of a scaredy cat to actually play the games.
You like your eggs with runny yolks and lots of pepper; it can be annoying every time you grumble at him for breaking your yolk whenever he makes you breakfast. You’re very particular about your hair and don’t like it when anyone touches or plays with it.
You’ve developed a newfound love for eBooks because they let you highlight quotes you like and post them on Instagram for pretentious purposes. You like to vacuum but hate washing dishes, which is good because Jungkook doesn’t mind it.
Other than a stuffed koala, you have two other plushies that you still sleep with—a bunny and a duck. Jungkook got you the bunny on your 17th birthday while he was taking you stationery shopping before the new school year. The fuzzy toy at a corner store caught your eye and you made him buy it for you; you said it looked like him and wanted to keep it with you whenever you couldn’t see each other. It’s all worn out now, and he tells you that he’ll get you a new and better one but you always refuse. This one has all the memories, you’d say, and nothing can replace that.
You took care of him when he had three wisdom teeth removed all at once; and you nurse his hangovers every time he makes the guys drop him off at your dorm after a night out, because he insists that sleeping at yours is much better than at his own place. When he wakes up in the morning with his brain mushed and pounding, he finds that your presence makes his headache a little more manageable.
He likes to hold your hand because feeling your dainty hands in his much bigger ones makes him smile for some reason. When you cuddle, he likes the softness of your hair and the scent of the hair serum you use.
Jungkook knows whenever he’s being annoying; it’s fun, he likes being a little shithead. He likes how you tolerate his antics and stupid jokes, and he likes how you would also put him in his place if he goes too far and keep him in check.
It’s in the little things. It’s in his daily routine. There’s a special box that he keeps in the center of his mind, labeled with your name, that goes with him everywhere.
He doesn’t like to think about the future; it’s a scary thought and the world can be a terrifying place sometimes. He doesn’t know what his future holds, how his life will change or where it’ll lead him; but every time his mind falls into that pit of existentialism that he dreads, you’re there.
You part the darkness like the sun. Just the thought of you brings him peace when he needs it. You understand him in ways that no one else ever could.
Because you’re his best friend.
You’ve been a part of his life for so long that somewhere along the way, he never realized it when platonic feelings grew into something more.
Nayoung might have been the one to plant the seed, but Eunji was the catalyst. It’s ironic that none of this probably would’ve happened if Eunji hadn’t accidentally brushed up against Jungkook’s stubborn nature.
There’s a reason why he has been avoiding talking to Namjoon lately. Unlike the other men he knows at school, or any man in his life really, Namjoon sees things, and Namjoon knows how to read between the lines.
In hindsight, there’s a list of things he should’ve done differently. He shouldn’t have been so quick to shut his friends down whenever they broached the matter. He should’ve listened to their concerns; that would’ve saved him a lot of time, and he wouldn’t be sitting here alone in the darkness of his room, brooding over how stupid he’s been acting.
After that initial kiss, the spark that has kept him warm for years flared up into an inferno that torches him to his very core. Something in him shifts, like a light bulb being switched on for the very first time. He had thought about kissing you a few times before that, when he was drunk and you happened to be nearby. But after the fact, kissing you was everything that plagued his mind.
Now, Jungkook knows that’s not how friends are supposed to behave. They aren’t supposed to spend an unhealthy amount of time thinking about the other’s lips. They aren’t supposed to be consumed with blind jealousy at the prospect of the other with a romantic interest.
They’re not supposed to want the other how he wants you.
This can go either way. What happens after the realization—that nothing will ever be the same again?
The earth shatters, of course, and the world ends.
None of his relationships have ever hit the one-year mark, and even with Nayoung, he never could find it in himself to tell her he loved her. Maybe there’s a reason for that.
Maybe that reason is because the space in his heart has always been occupied.
You’ve been replaying your last conversation with Jungkook in your head ever since it happened.
When you told Yerin about it, she didn’t say I told you so or reiterate how you should’ve listened to her in the first place. She just sat there and listened to you recant the entire story of that night. She held you and brushed your hair back as you cried. It made you feel better that she let you unburden yourself somewhat with a sobbing session, but it wasn’t enough. Your heart was still broken.
Two weeks have passed, the longest you’ve gone without seeing him. Since that night, Jungkook tried texting you numerous times, to which you didn’t reply. Most of his messages were apologies though you doubt he knew what he was apologizing for. To be honest, you’re not sure you know either. It’s not his fault, not really.
Then, he started leaving you voicemails but they still said the same things as his texts. You didn’t call him back, and it’s been a couple of days since he last tried. In the absence of any communication, you wonder if he’ll try again.
When someone knocks on your door, you expect it to be Yerin coming to check on you again even though she just came over this morning with a box of brownies that you haven’t finished yet. Instead, it’s the person you’ve been dreading and wanting to see at the same time.
“Nice,” Jungkook says, pointing to your old Mojo Jojo t-shirt that never fails to make him chuckle.
He looks like shit, eyes puffy and red like he’s been crying. You don’t reckon you look any better.
The conversation starts the same way it did the last time.
“What are you doing here?”
He scratches his neck and peers at you with a pleading look in his eyes. “Can I come in?”
Your hand tightens on the doorknob in a way that he doesn’t miss, and you hesitate for a minute before you retreat back into the room, leaving the door open so he can follow. You go to sit on the bed, and he tentatively sits next to you but still cautious enough to leave some space between your bodies.
Minutes pass, and it’s silent. Neither one of you can read the other like you used to; it’s unsettling to say the least.
“Can I tell you something?” he asks, his voice cuts above the tension in the room and hangs over your head like a black cloud.
This is it. This is it.
This is the part where he tells you that he loves you, but not in that way. That he only sees you as a friend; there’s nothing between you other than platonic feelings. You’ve spent all your life preparing for this moment, and yet nothing can truly ever brace your heart for what’s about to come.
“I never told you why me and Nayoung broke up,” Jungkook starts, and confusion seeps into your features. “She wanted me to meet her parents and I… I just couldn’t do it. I knew I liked her, but I couldn’t see myself taking that next step with her, or with anyone… And you know why I told Eunji that you and I wanted to try dating? She thought I’d never get my shit together and confess,” he chuckles humorlessly as he recalls the memory. “Even then I still didn’t know. I just wanted to prove that she was wrong.”
You’re not really sure why he has to drag out the act of breaking your heart. You turn to look at him. Doe eyes on the verge of tears. It makes you want to cry more than you already do.
“I don’t know what you want me to do.”
“To be honest, I don’t think I know either,” he says. “I know I should give you time, and that I’m being selfish for even being here, but I just wanted to see you.” His voice breaks at the end, and you break along with it. “I just wanted to see you.”
Your fists clench in your lap as you bite the inside of your cheek. He’s making this so hard for you, and his next words throw you in for a loop.
“I think… I think I might be in love with you.”
“Please don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”
Jungkook doesn’t reply. Instead, he pulls out the sketchbook from his backpack and hands it to you. The leather is worn, even more so than the last time you saw it and it melts your insides just a little bit.
“Open it.”
“Jungkoo–”
“Please,” he says, his voice unsteady. “Please just open it.”
As you flip through the pages, it’s mostly sketches that you’ve seen before.
Then, you come across a crumbled page, ripped from its home and clumsily taped back into the journal. On the page was an outline of a person, and you can only make out that it’s a figure of a girl, someone you don’t recognize for the lack of details. Anyone can tell that he doesn’t get a lot of practice when it comes to drawing people.
But you do recognize the surroundings, drawn much more intricately, and you realize it’s the beach you went to two summers ago.
Over the next few pages, it’s still the same outline, still the same girl only in different settings, but ones that you’re all too familiar with.
The figure gets more detailed the more you go through his sketchbook, and by the time you’ve reached the latest addition, it’s clear who the girl is supposed to be.
It’s you.
You at the local flea market; you at the campus cafe, hunched over a notebook and an iced latte; you in his hometown where you visit his parents every once in a while.
And… you, that day Jungkook kissed you, with the convenience store in the background, near the corner of the page. The girl in the drawing is much more beautiful than you think you could ever be.
When a teardrop lands on the paper, you realize you’ve been crying. He’s beside you now, having shuffled closer while you were too immersed in the journal. His arm brushes yours, and when you turn to him, you see that he’s crying too.
“That day,” he starts, fingers ghosting over the sketch of you, “I lied to you about seeing Eunji. I just wanted to kiss you, but I was a coward, and I was scared of having thoughts about you that friends shouldn’t have about each other.”
You wipe away the tears from his cheek and he instantly leans into your touch. His lips wobble slightly as you look at each other; everything unsaid now out in the open, settling in between the two of you, waiting for someone to make the next move.
“Jungkook…”
“If you want me to leave, I will,” he whispers, sniffling and holding onto your wrist. “Do you want me to leave?”
You don’t know what to say other than no.
“I’m sorry… for not realizing it sooner.”
You give him a teary smile. “It’s okay,” you say, though it hasn’t been okay. You’ve been miserable these last two weeks, and every so often these past years of your life.
Old habits die hard; you always want to appease him. But if there’s ever a good time to forgive him for all of it, you think it might as well be now.
His gaze drops to your mouth, making your heart speed up as you wait for him. A shaky hand cups your face like if his fingers brush your cheek the wrong way, it might undo all the progress he’s made.
Jungkook visibly gulps as he leans closer, his breath fanning your mouth softly until he finally presses his lips to yours.
Kindred spirits meeting each other for the first time again.
The count resets to 1. None of the kisses you’ve had before mean anything; the only ones that matter are ones that you share from now on.
When your lungs burn, he pulls away and chuckles breathlessly. His eyes are still glassy from tears, and it only emphasizes the galaxy that resides in them, an entire cosmos in those chocolate eyes that calls out your name with every twinkle of light.
You go in for another kiss, and another one, and another one… until your hearts start to feel a little fuller and the ache gradually becomes a distant memory,
Gloomy days where you know the sun is hiding behind that thick curtain of clouds but just won’t come out.
The clouds part and golden sunlight starts to peek through. It’s brighter than anything he’s seen before but he thinks he’ll manage just fine.
He’s got his best friend right by his side.
“It’s for real this time?” Taehyung narrows his eyes at Jungkook skeptically. “You’re not fucking with me?”
“Yes, Tae, it’s real.” The younger man rolls his eyes but smiles as he utters the words.
You’re in Yerin’s bedroom, helping with each other’s hair and makeup for a university dinner that you’re all going to tonight, while the guys wait in the living room, having already donned their suits.
Taehyung throws his head back and groans in frustration as he reaches into his pocket. Jungkook opens his mouth, about to ask what’s with the reaction to his good news, but stops when he notices a wild Yoongi appear with his palm open.
Taehyung pulls out his wallet and slaps a few bills onto the awaiting hand, which quickly snatches them up as Yoongi scuttles back to his seat with a grin.
Jungkook frowns. “What was that?”
“We had a bet,” Taehyung grumbles, taking a cookie on the coffee table and throwing it into his mouth. As he chews and talks, chocolate chip crumbs fall onto his dress shirt. “On whether or not you would step up and confess.”
Jungkook’s frown deepens even further as he looks between his friends. At this point, he really shouldn’t be surprised that literally everyone but him has known all along. “Wha– Wait, you betted against me?”
“Man, I love you, and trust me when I say I was rooting for you, but your head was so far up your ass, it didn’t look like you were ever getting out of there.”
Jungkook’s brows shoot into his forehead in disbelief and maybe betrayal too, and he has a retort ready to launch at Taehyung though he’s interrupted by the sound of a door opening, followed by heels clicking on the wooden floor.
He isn’t allowed a chance to get a good look at you before you’re already tucking yourself into his side, with your head resting on his shoulder. Across from you, Yerin has already taken her usual spot on the couch beside Namjoon.
There’s something twinkling in Namjoon’s eyes as he looks at Yerin, but it can’t compare to the cluster of galaxies shining in Jungkook’s as he takes you in.
“What are we talking about?” you ask, tipping your head back to look up at him.
“We,” Taehyung chimes in before Jungkook can answer, “are talking about what a dumbass your boyfriend is.”
Heat rises from your neck and further accentuates the rose-colored blush on your cheeks at the word “boyfriend”. When you try to look down and hide your face, Jungkook grabs your chin between his fingers to hold your head in place as he offers you a quick kiss, brushing off Taehyung’s teasing words because you’re right there in his arms, looking all pretty and shy. It’s not everyday that he gets to see you dolled up like this.
His sudden action makes you even more flustered though. You clear your throat and fiddle with his hand that falls from your face to your lap, while your friends watch the interaction with fond smiles.
To the outside world, to anyone who isn’t privy to the whole fiasco that happened over the past months, everything is still the same. But to your little band of thieves, everything has changed.
That night, Jungkook takes you back to his place.
Truth be told, the prospect of having sex with him didn’t cross your mind until tonight. There was something about him in a dashing suit and his hair styled in a way that made him even more handsome than he already is, that had you clenching your thighs together during the dinner.
Jungkook knows you’re significantly less experienced than him. You’ve only had sex once before and you didn’t even finish. Not to pin the blame on the other guy though; that was your first time, it’s understandable that you couldn’t fully relax.
But now, as you lie underneath your best friend with his lips sucking on your neck and one of his hands squeezing your ass, the nerves decide to make an appearance.
You feel like a virgin again.
You’ve never really let yourself think about Jungkook and his skills in bed; it stings a little too much to imagine him sleeping with other girls even though you know he does. Sometimes Jungkook would tell you if he had a one-night stand the day before—not in detail, because you’d normally shut it down and change the topic.
Your heart hammers in your ribcage as he pulls down the straps of your bra. When he unhooks the garment and throws it to the floor, you can’t help but cross your arms over your chest and look away timidly.
He cups your cheek and turns your head to look at you. “Hey, it’s me,” he whispers. “It’s just me. You don’t have to hide from me. You never have to hide from me.”
As you gaze at him, you realize that he’s right. It’s safe there in those iridescent eyes of his. You know he means it when he promises not to jeopardize your heart ever again.
“Do you trust me?” Jungkook asks softly, fingers brushing away the hair that frames your face.
You do. Unconditionally, willingly, ardently. There’s no doubt about it now.
“Yes,” you whisper. Untangling your arms, you wrap them around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. You can’t get over how soft his lips are against your own, or how it seems like you’re floating with every sound you pull from him.
When you break away for air, he trails his mouth along your jawline, your neck, your collarbone and then your chest. He takes one breast in his mouth and sucks on your nipple until it hardens against his tongue. You weave your fingers through his hair as he licks your perky bud, arching into him and moaning when he switches sides to give your other breast the same attention.
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip when he releases your nipple with a wet pop! and kisses his way down the path of your stomach to your clothed heat. Your hand leaves his hair to grip the bed sheets, your heart stuttering in anticipation as he neglects your core entirely and goes to suck hickeys into your inner thighs.
You can feel yourself get wetter with every swipe of Jungkook’s tongue on your skin, and you’re sure that he can smell your arousal even through your panties at such close proximity.
“Please,” you beg. “I need you to do something, I need you…”
“Patience,” he tsks as he comes up to hover above you again but still keeps his hand on your thigh, fingers dancing closer to your cunt until he finally makes contact. “I’ll make you feel good.”
As he rubs you over your panties, you moan against his mouth, and he swears the sound could make him combust right then and there.
“Jungkook…” you whimper softly, eyebrows knitted together in pleasure. Your breath hitches and you look like you could cry just from this alone. God, there’s nothing he would love more than to ruin you.
His knee nudges your legs further apart as he devours your lips, his free hand palming your breast and pinching your nipple. Your panties start to become soaked, leaving his fingers a little sticky even through the lace.
“Jungkook,” you whine again, tugging on his wrist.
“Mhmm?” He teases your clothed entrance, making you buck into his hand. “What do you want, baby?”
You might be inexperienced, but you’re definitely not a prude.
“Your–your fingers… please…”
He smirks against your mouth before pulling away to slide your underwear off your legs. He comes back to his previous position above you, kissing you and fondling your tits again. Deft digits land directly on your bare pussy, nothing to separate you from him.
He slips a finger inside, and you immediately clench at the intrusion.
“Relax for me,” Jungkook coos and rubs your clit with his thumb to help you loosen up. It feels nice though the discomfort is still there, and you know the more you focus on trying to ease into it, the more it backfires.
“That’s easier said than done,” you breathe, holding onto his wrist as he continues to pump into you. His lips find your chest and he sucks a tit harshly into his mouth. He can tell how much you like it from the wetness that gushes out of you, and he grants you another finger.
“Feel good?” he purrs, alternating between licking and biting your nipple.
You buck your hips to meet his fingers and cry out with every thrust of his hand. “So… so good…”
He scissors your pussy open and revels in the wet squelches in the air. It sends blood rushing straight to his cock, which strains uncomfortably in his boxers.
“Can you take one more?” he asks, mouth hot against your breast.
“I think so,” you moan, surprisingly excited to be stuffed with his fingers. Jungkook continues to swirl his tongue around your nipple as he pushes another digit inside your heat. “Nghhh…”
It’s a bit tight at first, but your body obeys him after a few thrusts; your walls stretch to comfortably suck his fingers in.
You really don’t know if it usually feels this good, or if it’s just Jungkook and his hands, his mouth, everything, in particular that can make your body react like this. You’re close to floating, transcending, with his every movement.
Obscene and wet sounds fill your ears, his warm lips on your body, his slender fingers bringing you to the edge…
“I think I’m gonna cum,” you rasp out.
“Cum then. You can do it,” he whispers and trails upward to kiss your cheek. “Such a good girl. Come on…” You lose your damn mind every time his digits slide in and out, and the wet sounds of him fingering your pussy only add to the pressure in your stomach.
He curls his fingers two, three times and you’re done for. Your nails dig into his arm as you scream his name, tears spilling from your eyes. He wants to tattoo the raised tone of your voice onto his brain for rainy days, and maybe every other day in between.
Jungkook fucks you through your orgasm and then some. When he pulls his hand away from your battered cunt, he smirks at the sight of it soaked in your essence. You watch him spread the mess you made on his fingers and put them in his mouth. Euphoria washes over you as he tastes you, moaning while he does so.
If he can make you cry with just his fingers, he can’t wait to see what it’ll be like when you cream all over his cock.
He might not have been your first time but he’s the first person to ever make you cum, and that’s an even better honor for him.
He leans down to kiss you, his tongue sliding into your mouth to let you taste yourself. “Mhmm,” you moan and pull him closer until you feel his cock against your thigh, hard and heavy. When you palm him over his underwear, he gasps into your mouth, and you feel a small wet patch from where his precum stains his boxers.
“I want you…” you whisper languidly and grip him tighter.
“You have me,” he reassures, though it’s not exactly what you meant. He kisses you once more before sitting up to remove his last article of clothing. His cock, angry and leaking, slaps against his abs and you can’t help but bite your lip.
You’ve only seen and had one dick before, but even you know that Jungkook’s would be categorized as how-the-actual-fuck-will-it-fit big.
He fists his length and gives it a few pumps, smirking when he finds your eyes trained on his hand and its movements, bottom lip between your teeth while you’re still spread out for him. Your pussy drips onto his sheets from renewed arousal.
He turns away from you to grab a condom from his wallet on the floor, tears into the foil to take out the rubber and rolls it over his shaft.
“You ready?” he asks as he guides the tip to your slit, rubbing it against your folds to collect more wetness so he can slide in easier. Jungkook teases you a little, nudging your clit with his cock and relishing in the tiny moan you let slip out.
“Fuck me,” you say softly. It feels unreal to hear you—his best friend—utter these words to him. “Ah…” you mewl when he pushes in. Despite having been stretched by three of his fingers, his cock is a little too much for you.
He makes it about halfway in before he stills, waiting for you to open up. “It’s just me,” he repeats his sentiments from earlier and kisses you, hoping that it’ll help you relax and take him in completely.
It does work, sort of. Your pussy swallows a couple more inches of his length but he still can’t bottom out in this position. He tries fucking you like this, maybe your walls will stretch out more once you get into it but as soon as your brows knit in evident discomfort, he stops entirely.
“Am I hurting you?” His voice is rushed, worried. “Do you want to stop?”
“No! No, I– I want to keep going. It’s just…”
You huff out a breath in frustration, and Jungkook sees right through you, on the verge of blaming yourself and your body for something that isn’t your fault.
“Let me try something,” he says and pecks your lips again. He pulls out of you carefully and sits back against the headboard as he helps you climb on top of him. “Might make it easier.”
He holds your hips as you hover over his cock; the tip circles your entrance and you moan lowly, your hands resting on his shoulders to steady yourself.
You sink down on him slowly, letting out shaky breaths until you’ve completely taken everything in. He rubs your hips soothingly as your walls stretch around his shaft.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, a hand coming up to stroke your cheek.
You shake your head and lean into his touch. “No, I just need a minute.”
“Okay.”
After a moment passes, Jungkook watches you reach for his hand and guide it toward your bundle of nerves, silently asking him to play with your clit while your pussy readies itself for him, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing he has seen anyone do. You moan when his thumb rubs figure eights into your swollen bud, your hips starting to move on their own accord to seek pleasure.
Bracing your hands on his chest, you lift your body experimentally from his cock and sink down again, making the both of you moan at the feeling of him gliding along your velvety walls with more ease.
The position is a little awkward because you don’t exactly know how to move on top of him.
“It’s okay,” he reassures you. “Go at your own pace.”
Though your rhythm is a bit off, you do it again, and again, and again, until you’re a moaning mess on top of him, fucking yourself on his cock while he watches, absolutely mesmerized by you. Breathless cries slip from your lips as Jungkook continues to stimulate your clit, your tits slightly jiggling with every movement, your eyes rolling back in bliss and he hasn’t even begun to do anything yet.
Fuck. He really needs to ruin you.
He presses his hips to yours to keep his dick from slipping out of you as he flips the both of you over. You look so pretty pinned underneath him like this that he twitches and grows even harder inside you.
“I want…” he trails off and gulps, looking for words as you stare at him quizzically, your walls unintentionally clenching around him. “I want to wreck your pretty little pussy. I want to fuck you so hard, you’ll be feeling me for days. Will you let me do that, hmm? Can I show you how much I love you?”
Hearing his crude words, you almost go into cardiac arrest. The way he’s looking at you could puncture your skin; his eyes darken with unfiltered lust that it turns you on unbelievably more. “Yes, please…” You nod, eager to have him prove to you that he means it.
Jungkook pulls back until just the tip is in you before he plunges forward, making you choke on a moan and your eyes roll back into your head.
It starts out slow at first; he wants to make sure that you’re fully ready for him before he picks up the pace. When you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer and raise your hips to meet his thrusts, he begins to settle into a faster rhythm, fucking into you with heightened desire and desperation.
“Oh, fuck,” he drawls. “You feel so good.”
“Jungkook ah…”
Your eyes screw shut as you let the intense pleasure take over your entire body. The room fills up with your wanton moans and sinful sounds of skin slapping.
“Fuck me. Would you look at that?” He sounds like he’s whispering to himself, but you open your eyes to see what he’s talking about anyway.
Jungkook’s eyes are transfixed on the sight of his cock in your pussy, glistening with your juices every time he pulls out and gets even wetter every time he dives back in.
While he’s focused on that, there’s something else that catches your attention.
Your hand slides across your body and comes to a stop at your stomach. “Jungkook,” you stutter when he delivers a particular hard thrust and you clench around him. “You’re so big…”
He trails his eyes up to where your hand is, and his mind immediately blanks.
No thoughts, head empty.
Knock knock, is anybody home?
“Fuck,” he grunts out, “fuck!”
Your stomach bulges with the faint outline of his cock as he pounds you into the mattress. He covers your hand with his own and slightly presses down on it, savoring the gasp that escapes from you.
You feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he thoroughly fucks you and your cunt swallows up what he gives you.
“Please,” you rasp out, “harder…”
“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He doesn’t give you time to respond, though if he did, you don’t think your brain could come up with any coherent sentences right now. He caresses your belly to let both of you feel his cock driving into you before his hand slips down to rub your clit. Jungkook slants his mouth over yours to swallow your surprised moan, and you feel dizzy all of a sudden.
Is this what coming home feels like? The yearning, the longing, the wanting but never having… it’s been years, it’s all you can remember. But now that it’s finally happening, you can’t find it in yourself to believe in the reality of it.
Jungkook loves you, in the way that you’ve always wanted him to. He’s here—he’s really here—taking this leap with you and no amount of gratitude toward the universe will ever be enough to convey how euphoric you feel—body and soul—in this moment.
You call out his name breathlessly, your walls fluttering around his cock as you hold onto his biceps. “I–I’m…” Your cheeks are stained with overflowing tears; the pleasure sending you into overdrive as you sob out brokenly.
“I know, I can feel it,” he murmurs. “Cum for me, baby, hmm? I love you… Love you so much…”
He flicks your clit as he fucks you harder, faster than before, his thick cock repeatedly nudging your G-spot. He keeps the pace until you’re practically writhing in his arms, his name falling from your lips like a mantra and stars exploding behind your eyes.
Your juices soak his cock as Jungkook continues to fuck you, to help you ride out your high and chase his own. You’re still whimpering even after you’ve come down, and all he can think about is how he would give you the moon if you asked.
“Koo…” You bring your hands up to push back the sweat-slicked hair from his handsome face and pull him down for a sloppy kiss. Your tongue plays with his while he’s still toying with your clit. “Cum for me,” you whisper against his mouth. “Wanna see you cum for me…”
If he were to die right this second, he thinks it wouldn’t be a bad way to go.
You’re so wet, and tight, and warm. He feels your pussy pulsate and throb around him and he wishes that there wasn’t a fucking condom in the way.
One more thrust, two more… and his hips are stuttering as he shoots into the condom. His mouth hangs open with whispers of your name and his eyebrows are knitted in pure bliss; he’s so fucking beautiful like this that you can’t help but squeeze your cunt around him. He seems to like it, so you do it again, hoping to prolong his pleasure. “Fuck, baby…”
Silence overwhelms the space around you now that you’re both still, basking in a post-orgasmic haze. You look at him with a lazy grin that he returns, and he tilts his head adorably as he wipes away the remainder of your tears.
Yeah, this must be what coming home feels like.
His tender eyes gazing down at you, his contented smile blooming just for you, his heart beating in tandem with yours… Jungkook is the safest place you know.
Even if being a shithead is inherent to who he is as a person. Even if he believes there’s a divine power in the banana milk at the local convenience store. Even if he has no regard for your stash of emergency snacks. Even then, he’s your person.
Even then, he’s your home.
It’s been a long time coming.
— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted july 17, 2022]
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regulus: why are james and sirius sitting with their backs to each other ?
remus: they had a fight.
regulus: then why are they holding hands ?
remus: they get sad when they fight : (
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jungkook, after waking up from a 12 hr 'nap: where am I?
jin: heaven
jungkook: oh
jungkook: didn't think you'd be here
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“Jin, just get in the car.”
seokjin x platonic!reader (oc); feat. yoongi and namjoon
genre: crack
word count: 8.7K
a/n: Ok lovelies! Here we Jin hanging out with platonic reader/Kid (Yoongi’s girlfriend) sort of against his will when she picks him up from his eye doctor appointment. It’s pure crack, she’s a terrible driver, there’s TONS of references to ridiculous songs, and lots of bickering and finding each other kind of hilarious. I hope you all enjoy and thanks so much for reading this overly massive crack fic :))
p.s. Here’s reader’s/Kid’s playlist, made by my best friend (the girl who inspired Kid) Madi (@aurorassadprosee): caution: gay idiot driving. The songs from this playlist are literally all throughout this fic so it might be fun to listen as you read <3
As your eyes dragged over the book propped up against your legs, you couldn’t help but lose track of the words as your attention drifted to Yoongi. He was sitting in his desk chair, Namjoon leaning over his shoulder as they examined a beat that was displayed on the computer screen. You thought the song sounded great but they were both in agreement that certain elements of the song weren’t quite up to par.
You watched as Yoongi leaned back against his chair, hands brushing through his hair roughly as he groaned. Shortly after, Namjoon sighed, looking around the room for a brief moment until he spotted a spare chair. “Well,” Namjoon noted as he grabbed the back of the chair and tugged it towards your boyfriend. He had resigned himself to the fact that their issue with the song would take a bit to figure out.
As Yoongi let out a sigh, he suddenly snapped his head in the direction of his phone, startling you. “Shit, what time is it?” He asked no one in particular as he checked the device. It was thirty-five minutes to noon, you noted as you checked your own phone. “Fuck, I’m supposed to pick Jin up from the eye doctor.”
“Wait, why couldn’t he drive himself?” You asked, worried about your boyfriend’s best friend.
“He just had to get dilated so he didn’t want to drive in case his eyes were all fucked,” Yoongi told you. When you asked if his girlfriend was available, Yoongi shook his head. “She’s at work, couldn’t get away.”
“What time are you supposed to be there?” Namjoon asked.
“Around noon,” Yoongi replied, dragging his hand over his face. “Shit.”
“What about sending our manag-”
“I can get him,” you suddenly interjected, both men turning to look at you slowly. They both gawked at you for a moment, making you shrug at them questioningly. Namjoon responded to the gesture with a cackle, his head ducking forward, while Yoongi simply stared at you with an expression of incredulity. “What?”
“I’m not sure Jin would appreciate that the way you think he would,” Yoongi told you, Namjoon still chuckling beside him.
“Hey,” you protested, “offensive.” Yoongi sighed once again as you cocked your head at him. “I like to be helpful.”
“I know you do but-”
“Just give me the keys,” you insisted, tossing your book on the table and standing up. Holding your hand out to him, you glanced down at your hands. “If you leave now you’ll miss a breakthrough on this song and you’ll regret it.”
“Namjoon was just about to suggest a great idea where we have our manager go and get him,” Yoongi noted, pointing out to you that there were indeed other options than sending you, the woman notoriously known amongst your friends as a terrible driver.
“He’s busy, leave him alone,” you countered. “Yoongi. Trust me.” Yoongi thought for a moment, turning to look at Namjoon who shrugged at him.
“I’ve never died riding with her,” Namjoon bargained.
“See,” you pointed at Namjoon. “And I’ve driven him a million times.”
Scoffing, Yoongi shook his head, though he dug his car keys out of his pocket. “Jin is going to kill me,” he noted to himself.
“If I don’t do it first,” you joked, your timing horrendous as Yoongi’s eyes popped wide open. “Ba dum tss,” you added, the man gawking at you. “It was a joke,” you quickly defended. “Lighten up, Min.”
Looking up at you with his keys in hand, he shot you a pleading expression. “No more jokes,” he warned, making you nod innocently at him. “Just, be careful.”
“I always am,” you insisted, taking the keys from him and tossing them twice in your palm.
“Wait, why my car?” Yoongi suddenly realized, his eyebrows pulled together in question, his hand reaching for yours as if he wanted to reclaim his keys.
“Mine’s almost out of gas,” you told him nonchalantly. “Like, the empty light is on.”
“Jesus Christ, Kid,” Yoongi huffed, his expression softening when you pouted at him. “We’ll gas it up tonight,” he accepted, used to these kinds of antics from you. Leaning toward him, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“My hero,” you teased, smirking at him. “Oh my god,” you suddenly gasped, startling both men as Yoongi flinched and Namjoon jolted slightly, both of them staring at you with wide eyes. “I get to show him my driving playlist.” The playlist was a newer thing, and you were pretty sure Jin was one of the last ones among your friends to hear it, not having driven with you for a while.
You caught the way Yoongi’s lips curved up into a smile at the mention of the driving playlist. “My song is Lgbt by cupcakKe,” Yoongi informed Namjoon, trying to hold back his gummy grin and maintain a disinterested attitude, but failing.
“And Strawberry Kisses,” you reminded him. “One of Australia’s finest contributions to the world.” Namjoon pulled a face of question as he pondered the song title.
“I don’t know that one,” he told you, making you point to his phone in his hands.
“Nikki Webster, look it up,” you told him, ignoring the way Yoongi shook his head at you. “I’ve been missing your strawberry kisses, ‘cause nothing’s as sweet, the taste still drives me crazy,” you sang, looking at Yoongi to find him smiling at you as he continued shaking his head.
Namjoon let out an amused chuckle at you, looking up from his phone to watch your short performance. “My song became Coconuts last year, right?” he asked.
“Kim Petras,” you added with a nod. “A modern day classic.”
“Is that the ‘you can put em in your mouth’ song you make me listen to?” Yoongi asked, confusion written across his features.
“Don’t act like you don’t know the song, Honey Boy.”
Ignoring you, he instead asked, “why that song?”
“Namtiddies,” you pointed out.
“My-yeah. Tiddies,” Namjoon said quietly, a bit shy. However, he couldn’t hold back his smile either as Yoongi chuckled in disbelief.
“Anyway,” Yoongi changed the topic. “Jin is in Yeongdeungpo, can you handle that?”
“That far? Aren’t there hundreds of eye doctors in Gangnam?” Yoongi’s eyes widened as he waited for you to answer his question. “Of course, I can handle that,” you defended dismissively. “Have a little faith, Min.” However, when he told you the address, you stared blankly at him. And when he started giving you explicit directions, you waved him off. “Yeah, wherever that is, I’ll just use maps.”
Scoffing, Yoongi looked at you knowingly. “Right, because that’s worked so well before.” He did have a point, but you only called him crying one single time! It wasn’t like it was a regular occurrence, he was just holding this one unfortunate event over your head, which really wasn’t fair.
“Ok, that was one time,” you complained. “Like I said, have a little faith.”
“I’m trying to have faith but your track record is horrendous, Kid.” Namjoon chuckled again, making you shoot him a glare. “At least she has a license,” Yoongi defended you teasingly, suddenly becoming the only person who could criticize you. A knight in shining armor, truly, putting you down one moment only to jump to your defense the next.
“Yeah,” you added lamely. “Now let me leave, Jinnie’s chariot awaits!” Glancing at Namjoon, and allowing your eyes to drop to his chest, you placed your hands on your knees to become more level with his upper body. “Mary Kate and Ashley,” you sang from the song Coconuts. “I bid you adieu.”
“Did you just say goodbye to his tits?” Yoongi gawked at you.
“Did you just call my chest tits?” Namjoon questioned your boyfriend, biting back a smirk as he sat on the knowledge that he’d get to use that against Yoongi for years to come.
“Everybody love the twins,” you sang again with a shrug. Turning away from the boys, you began to make your exit toward the door, though you could hear Yoongi following behind you, his sock-clad feet shuffling along the floor. As you opened his studio door, he reached for your wrist.
“Hey, just- please be careful,” Yoongi pleaded. “I’m serious. For the love of god, do not crash my car and kill my best friend and girlfriend all in one go.”
“Was that listed in order of importance?” You asked, ignoring his plea. When he looked at you in confusion you began repeating his words. “Your car first, then Jin, then me- which I would prefer to be called the love of your life or something cute-”
“Kid,” Yoongi interrupted you with a serious expression, though as always, you could see the hint of amusement in his eyes and the slight quirk of his lips.
“I promise,” you groaned with an eye roll, though you couldn’t help but flash him a smile. “I’ll be careful, Yoongi.” The man hummed disbelievingly before leaning in and giving you one more soft kiss.
“You are the love of my life,” he whispered to you. “So come back safely.”
“That’s better,” you grinned. “I love you,” you told him sincerely, just before shaking his keys in his face.
Starting down the hall, you heard Yoongi mumble, “I love you, too, brat,” making you giggle to yourself as you pulled up the playlist on your phone that was specifically made for driving your boyfriend and your mutual friends around.
Before Yoongi’s studio door closed, you could just barely hear the hum of Strawberry Kisses playing from Namjoon’s phone. Maybe that would help inspire them for their song, you smirked.
Let the fun begin.
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Pulling up to the eye doctor’s office, you mentally patted yourself on the back. Only got lost once and only five minutes late. Spotting Yoongi’s car, Jin exited the building, a dorky throwaway pair of sunglasses secured on his face. It was one of the pairs that the eye doctor gives you after you’ve been dilated so the sun doesn’t blind you as you leave the office. Very chic.
Turning up your music, you rolled down the window so the soulful melody flooded out onto the sidewalk. Jin halted his steps as the tune of Ego by Beyoncé met his ears, alarming him. Bending over to peer inside the open window, you watched as his mouth fell open slightly. “Shit,” he let out in realization. “Where’s Yoongi?”
“Hey bestie!” You called out over the music. “He’s working! I’m here to chauffeur you, sir.” Jin stared in your direction, though you couldn’t see his eyes through the massive sunglasses.
“I’m not getting in with you,” he informed you.
“Jin, just get in the car.”
“I’m not getting in.”
“Come on,” you whined just as a person appeared down the sidewalk a little ways, and the chorus of the song started blasting through your speakers.
It’s too big, it’s too wide, it’s too strong, it won’t fit, it’s too much, it’s too tough- “What the hell-god dammit,” Jin complained, his legs moving quickly as he tried to get into the car before the oncoming passerby appeared next to the car and heard the song. As you watched Jin hustle, you defiantly turned the song up even louder, counteracting his movements.
“Would you stop blasting this song?” He asked as soon as he shut the car door, his fingers making quick work of finding the buttons on the side of the door. His actions were frantic as he was painfully aware of the stranger getting closer and closer to the car. The car doors suddenly locked and then unlocked, making you laugh evilly at his struggling.
He got a big ego, such a huge ego, I love his big ego, it’s too much.
Jin wasn’t fast enough with figuring out which button controlled the windows, the person walking by the car and very obviously registering the lyrics of the song as he slowed his steps and not so casually looked at you. You smiled and waved, the man awkwardly nodding at you while Jin tried to sink further into his seat, embarrassment flooding his senses, his ears already tinting red. As the window very slowly rolled up, Jin looked as though he wanted the seat to swallow him up. However, he still nodded politely, giving a tight-lipped smile to the stranger as you cackled at his expense.
He snapped his head in your direction as soon as the glass was fully raised. “What is wrong with you?”
“This is Beyoncé, Seokjin,” you informed him as if it was justification for your antics. “Queen B.” You were sure he was glaring but you couldn’t take him seriously with his dorky eyewear. “And I chose it specifically for you, you should be appreciative.”
“I wish you hadn’t,” he deadpanned, his face still pointed toward you.
“Hey, did you know I started dedicating a song to all of you when I drive you guys around,” you smiled proudly.
“I’m surprised they all let you drive them around still,” he muttered. “Or do you ambush them too?”
Ignoring him, you smirked. “I Kissed A Girl is your sweet Poopsie’s song.” The man cocked his head, but you didn’t give him time to respond. “I almost changed your song to something else but I decided against it,” you nodded at the radio, “because you know, this is very fitting with the whole massive ego thing, Mr. Worldwide Handsome. But I also kind of wanted to dedicate Hannah Montana’s Nobody’s Perfect to you, just to humble you.” The man sat in silence for a moment as though he was processing. “Everybody makes mistakes, Jin, everybody has those days-”
“Stop it,” Jin tried to cut you off.
“Nobody’s perfect!”
“Why didn’t Yoongi tell me you were getting me?” He spoke overtop you, making you have to hold back a giggle.
“Look, I got you a coffee,” you held up the ice beverage for Jin to inspect. “Does Yoongi do that?”
“Actually no,” he replied, taking the cup from you. Hesitating to take a drink, the man raised it toward his lips. “Thank you,” he mumbled just before taking a sip.
“See? Just trust me, this will be fun,” you assured him, watching as he turned to look out the window.
“Trusting you is easier said than done considering you almost hit a pedestrian the last time I rode with you, and you ran a red light the time before that,” he complained toward the car door, refusing to look at you.
“You’re being dramatic,” you rolled your eyes. “Like you said, I almost hit that pedestrian, but I didn’t. And people should know not to walk out in the street when I’m coming.” Jin couldn’t help but let out a silent laugh at your comment, the man shaking his head.
Inspecting his reflection in the side mirror, Jin tsked at himself. “Don’t worry, the song wasn’t necessary to humble me. These glasses are doing a good enough job already,” he chuckled at himself, just before taking another drink of the coffee.
“What?” you asked in outrage. “It’s a whole look.”
“It is not,” he scoffed, though a smile was planted on his face.
“It so is,” you insisted before grabbing your phone. “Hang on, hold still.”
“Why- no. No photos,” he held his hand up to block the camera from capturing his face.
“Jin, you look amazing as always, let me take your damn photo.” You watched as his shoulders slumped, making you roll your eyes. “You know what, I have the perfect song for this moment.” you held up a finger at him, silently telling him to wait as you searched through your playlist.
Jin huffed impatiently as you continued to hold up your finger, your other finger tapping on the screen with every swipe down the list of songs. After a brief moment of silence as he anticipated your next move, the car filled with a spoken piece, followed by an early 90s electronic beat, Jin waiting curiously to recognize the song.
“You better work, cover girl!” you began singing along to RuPaul’s Supermodel, Jin immediately letting out a squeaky laugh. “Work it, girl, give a twirl! Do your thing on the runway!”
“You’re insane,” Jin chuckled, you nodding at him as if you already knew that.
“Are you going to work it or not, Seokjin?” You cocked your head at him, waiting for him to pose for your awaiting camera. The man sighed, triggering you to prepare to scold him, but then the next moment he was pulling modelesque poses: pouting his lips, framing his face with his hands, and giving stern expressions that made him look serious and experienced in modeling.
All the while, RuPaul continued singing through the speakers, telling Jin that, “when you walked into the room, you had everybody’s eyes on you.”
“Excellent, you’re a supermodel, Jin, everything looks good on you,” you teasingly complimented as you repeated the lyrics.
When you started filming the man, he pulled the sunglasses down slightly so he could look over them. As soon as he did so, the sun struck his eyes, making him dramatically scramble to cover his face as he yelled out in pain. “Oh my god,” you laughed, “are you ok?” Instead of answering you, Jin simply let out a squeaky laugh and nodded. Smiling at him, you ended the video. “Good, let’s get this bitch on the road,” you patted the dashboard, just before discarding the phone in a compartment in the console. “You can look through those photos if you want,” you nodded to the phone. “But no deleting.”
Jin slowly picked the phone up, but before he could go to your photos, he stalled, inspecting the open playlist that was currently playing. “So this is the playlist, huh?” he asked, studying the cover photo which was a Kermit the Frog meme stating, “back by unpopular demand: me”. The title was “caution: gay idiot driving”. To make things worse, the description simply stated “put on ur seatbelt babes xo”.
“I can’t tell if it’s better that you’re so aware of your shitty driving or if it’s worse because you know and you still drive like shit,” he noted. You simply shrugged at him. “If you have to warn people to put their seatbelts on like this, maybe you shouldn’t be behind the wheel.”
“What do you mean?” You asked in defense. “Jin, it’s the law, I’m simply reminding you of that, you’re welcome. Safety first, pal. Seatbelts always.” With a sassy eyeroll, the man reached for the seatbelt and secured it into place across his body.
As you began pulling out onto the street, Jin asked, “so what are everyone else’s- jesus.”
Cutting him off with a slam of the brakes, you smiled guiltily. “Whoops,” you pulled a wince, Jin straightening up in his seat as he craned his neck to look at the traffic on the street. As you started inching forward, Jin started yelling at you to stop. “What?!” You asked in panic, just before a car honked behind you as you nearly rolled out in front of them. “Oh fuck off! Stop honking, it’s not like I hit you,” you ranted to the driver.
Before Jin could say anything, or really even react in any way, you pulled onto the street and started driving forward. Looking over at him, you caught him adjusting his seat belt and ensuring it was latched properly. When he looked up, he pulled the sunglasses off his face so you could see his incredulous expression, his eyes blown wide, almost comically so if it wasn’t for the terror swirling around them. “You’re gonna kill me this time, aren’t you?” He asked in doomed realization. Despite the sun hurting his eyes, tears pooling along his lash line, he ensured he kept the glasses off long enough for you to see his seriousness.
“No,” you retorted with scoff, Jin putting the sunglasses back over his face. “I’ve never been in an accident, I’ll have you know,” you defended yourself. You were met with a moment of silence that you filled when you recalled a past driving experience. “Well, there was that one time that I backed into a pole but that was hardly anything.”
“How many near accidents have you had?” He countered. Well. That number is a lot higher, you thought. “Should I even ask that? Is it better not knowing?”
“Jin, stop worrying and enjoy the ride,” you brushed him off. “Besides, I promised Yoongi I wouldn’t kill you so you’re safe.” Before he could respond to how un-assuring that was, just then, Charli XCX’s Vroom Vroom started playing, the opening lyric, “Let’s ride” blasting through the tension in the car in the most hilarious timing. “Listen, my song is on,” you smiled knowingly as Jin stared at you in shock.
Unfortunately, mostly for Jin, traffic was a shit show. It wasn’t so much an issue for you, but it did mean Jin would be stuck in the car with you longer. He really should be thankful, but the man had not yet loosened up. He’d get there, you were sure of it.
The car was mostly quiet as you drove among the mass of cars on the road, you giving Jin no real reason to worry for about three minutes. “Are your eyes ok?” You asked, Jin humming in confirmation. “Do you need to rest them? Does the sun hurt them? You can close them if you want,” you suggested, wanting to ensure Jin’s well being. Ironic, considering you were driving him.
“No, no, that’s ok, I’ll keep them open,” he insisted, nearly making you snort. As the song changed to Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion, you gasped, alarming Jin for a moment as though he was holding his breath.
“Oh! This is Peaches’ song,” you told him, turning it up slightly just as Jin exhaled with relief.
“Thot Shit is?” He confirmed. Smiling slightly, he shook his head. “Why is that?”
“Because she’s basically the hottest, coolest person ever,” you said as though it was obvious. You were speaking facts.
“I think you’re the only one who thinks that,” he commented with a smile, enjoying teasing the girl he was truly very fond of. If there was anyone who could irritate Jin more than you, it was Peaches. “Wait,” he suddenly recalled your earlier information. “Why is Poopsie I Kissed A Girl?” Smirking at him, Jin cocked his head in question. “Please tell me you haven’t kissed my girlfriend.”
“God no, I wish,” you said, Jin scoffing in both relief and disbelief. “She’s just hot, a girl’s gotta fantasize, Seokjin.”
“Well stop fantasizing about my girlfriend,” Jin demanded, though you could tell he quite enjoyed someone talking to him about how attractive his girlfriend was.
“Don’t worry, she’s obsessed with you,” you told him as though you were annoyed by it.
“The feelings are mutual,” he noted. “Too bad I’ll never see her again because you’re gonna kill me.”
“Oh shut up, you’re fine,” you rolled your eyes. In poor timing, you tapped the breaks quickly. Jin gripped the arm rest as he looked for a reason for you to be break checking him. “Sorry, my foot slipped.”
He took a moment to simply breathe as you stole glances at him, waiting for your beratement. Choosing to move on, suddenly deciding he was mature or something, he relaxed in his seat just slightly. “What’s everyone else’s songs?”
“Oh would I love to tell you,” you started through a growing grin. Jin simply chuckled in response, settling in for your ridiculous explanations. “Well, Yoongi is Lgbt by cupcakKe, in honor of the bi wife agenda,” you smiled at your boyfriend’s expense. “And because ya know, he’s rolling with me.”
“Right, ‘gay idiot’,” Jin referenced the name of your playlist.
“And he’s also Strawberry Kisses,” you told him, Jin shrugging at you cluelessly. “Why do none of you know this song?” You complained with an eyeroll. “Anyways, Hobi is Material Girl by Madonna.”
“Obviously,” Jin chuckled, nodding in agreement.
“Obviously,” you repeated with a giggle of your own. “And Petal is I’m A Slave 4 U, because, well, she’s sexy and I would do anything for that woman.”
“I love that song,” Jin suddenly announced, placing his hands to his knees and attempting to do a slut drop from a seated position, making you cackle loudly as you reached for the phone. “Hey,” he ripped it out of your hand, shooting you a glare over the sunglasses where they slipped down his nose slightly. “No phone while driving.”
“Ok fine, but put the song on,” you told him, Jin following your direction and finding one of Britney’s best songs. “It’s Britney, bitch!” you announced as the song started playing. Grooving along to the beat, you continued through your list of songs for your mutual besties. “Taehyung is That Don’t Impress Me Much by Shania Twain.”
“Great song,” Jin nodded in approval.
“For sure slayage,” you agreed as you started doing the choreo to I’m A Slave 4 U. “And it’s perfect for Tae because he has that whole vibe check, I mean, I swear he can be so hard to impress.”
It wasn’t until you swerved into the lane next to you that Jin looked over at you and clocked you doing choreo behind the steering wheel. “Goddammit,” he complained, tapping your arm. “Can you pay attention to the road? Now is not the time to be dancing.”
“You did it first,” you whined, putting both hands back on the wheel.
“I’m not driving. And even if I was, I’m not you. You specifically are not allowed to dance while driving,” he told you.
“You know, you’re getting lame in your old age,” you teased him, grabbing a drink of your iced coffee.
Sighing for the hundredth time since being in the car with you, Jin crossed his arms over his chest. “Ok, go on. What’s Namjoon?”
“Oh! Namjoon is Coconuts by Kim Petras because his boobs are huge,” you said excitedly.
Jin smirked at the comment as he looked straight ahead. “His chest really is massive.”
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at him. “You are never beating the husbands allegations with that smirk, Jin, fix your damn face.”
“I’m not trying to beat any allegations-” he began ranting. “He works out, of course his pecks are huge, he’s always in the gym these days, you expect me not to notice?!” Laughing loudly at him, you glanced at him as he took another drink of his coffee.
“Is the coffee good?” You asked nonchalantly, pretending as though he didn’t just have a very Jin-like outburst.
“Very,” he said shortly but loudly, still in rant mode, making you hold back more laughter.
“Good. Anyways, Daisy is Maneater by Nelly Furtado,” you continued going through your songs. That made Jin smile as he nodded his head.
“Fitting.”
“Right? ‘You either wanna be with me or be me,’ like that’s her,” you said, noting lyrics from the song. “And then you have Jimin and Dear. Jimin is Hot Girl by Charli XCX.”
“What?” Jin snorted, looking at you in expectation of your explanation.
“He’s literally the ‘it’ boy. I don’t make the rules, Seokjin.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m a hot girl, pop girl, rich girl, I’m a bitch girl ‘catch me if you can’ girl,” you sang the song, Jin awing in realization.
“You’re actually so good at this,” he commended you. “That’s so fitting.”
“I know,” you agreed. “Trust me on this, I know you guys. So Dear is Fantasy by Queen Mariah. Because I have the biggest crush on her,” you said dreamily. “She’s so cute.”
“You have a thing for everyone,” Jin pointed out, making you glare at him.
“It’s literally not my fault you guys all date the most beautiful girls I’ve ever met.” You had a point, and you both knew it. “Oh my god, are you ready to hear Jungkook’s song?” You asked, excited to share this information with him.
“I actually am,” he giggled. “Do tell.”
“Ok, first, Holly. I Would by One Direction,” you told him, smiling widely at your own cleverness. “It has the lyric about the tattoos,” you reminded him when he didn’t quite get just how good your song choice was. “Oh my god, Jin, go to the song.”
You waited as he found the song in your playlist, all while Dirrty by Christina Aguilera played throughout the car. “Who’s your favorite One Direction member? Your bias if you will.”
“What?”
“If it’s not Niall, you’re wrong.”
“It’s Harry,” he told you.
“Jin,” you said disappointedly, the song’s acoustic guitar intro cutting you off as you gasped. “Oh my god, ok, skip to the second verse.”
“How am I supposed to find the second verse,” he directed to you, causing you to turn and glare at him. “I don’t know this song,” he defended himself from your judgment.
“Jin, you’re literally a musical artist, you know the approximate time a second verse would start,” you pointed out, still staring at him.
“Ok, jesus, can you look at the road?” he pointed out the windshield. “Like now, oh my god,” he cried out as you barely hit the breaks in time before you would have bumped into the car in front of you. “I can’t stand you right now.”
“Oh, chill. That’s an exaggeration,” you held back a smirk.
“I don’t think it is,” he retorted.
“Look, now it’s at the second verse,” you nodded to the screen that displayed the map of Seoul on the dashboard, though an address wasn’t entered into it. A slight oversight on your part, but you weren’t about to tell Jin that you may be a bit lost. Another sigh left Jin as you started singing along. “Back in my head we were kissing,” you smiled. “This is the verse.”
“Yeah, I’m aware,” he said through a small laugh. One thing you truly adored about Jin was his ability to play along even when you were annoying him. He was never too serious, and you always had fun with the guy. Even if sometimes it was at his expense. He was a good sport. “Feels like I’m constantly playing a game that I’m destined to lose,” you continued singing. “It’s right here,” you said excitedly between the vocals. “‘Cause I can’t compete with your boyfriend, he’s got 27 tattoos!”
“Oh my god,” Jin let out a squeaky laugh, genuinely amused by Jungkook’s resemblance to the lyrics. “That’s too good.”
Reaching for your phone, Jin’s laughter halted as he glared at you. “We’re at a red light, Jin, just let me find Jungkook’s song.” Letting go of the phone, you quickly started searching for the song. As you scrolled through the hours worth of music, Jin alerted you to the fact that the light was green.
“It’s green,” he told you.
“One second.”
“No, it’s green. You’re holding up traffic.”
“I just need to find this-” you were cut off by a horn honking behind you.
“Do you even hear that? Or does it happen so often that you don’t even register it anymore?”
“Hear what?” You asked, Jin’s shoulders dropping. “There,” you noted cheerfully as you clicked on the song. “Shut up,” you huffed, shooting a look of disgust in your rearview mirror at the person behind you.
“So you do hear it.” Pressing the gas a little too carelessly, the car jolted forward, tossing Jin against the back of his seat. “Jesus,” he breathed out, you giggling guiltily.
“Sorry,” you winced. “Ok but the song.”
Jin listened for a moment, recognizing the song but not placing it quite yet. As the chorus hit however, a hilarious squeaky laugh erupted from the man as he nodded and clapped in amused approval.
I fell in love with an emo girl, I’m in love with an emo girl, blasted through your speakers as you started jokingly headbanging to the song. “That’s the best one of all of them,” Jin exclaimed through his laughter.
Giggling with him, Jin joined you in headbanging. As you sang along to the song, both of you falling into laughter while you tossed your hair around, Jin headbanged a little too hard and sent his disposable sunglasses flying across the car and smacking your window, falling into your lap. A scream left you in surprise as Jin looked over at you in shock.
“Holy shit,” you exhaled, clutching your heart. “I thought I hit something.”
Jin couldn’t help but laugh at your admittal. “I’m surprised you didn’t,” he joked as you handed him his glasses back.
“You need to be careful, you’ll break those,” you noted, nodding at the glasses as he put them back on his face just before striking another model-like pose.
“That would be a travesty.”
Finally Jin had relaxed, and you both were having fun listening to your ridiculous playlist. You knew this drive could be really fun for you and Jin, and it had been way too long since you hung out with him just the two of you. Not that having Yoongi and Poopsie with was ever a bad thing, but it was just nice to hang out with your friend one on one every now and then. However, you finally realized the oversight you made before, and unfortunately you’d have to let Jin in on the issue.
As he jammed next to you, rocking his body back and forth to Ariana Grande’s 34+35, you quickly looked toward him nervously. The motion was fast but it was enough to catch his attention. When you did it again, he was already looking at you.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone already worried.
“Ok, it’s not the worst news but like it’s still bad news,” you started, glancing over at Jin only for him to push a finger against your jaw, immediately forcing you to look straight ahead again.
“Just tell me,” he sighed. “And keep your eyes on the road.”
“Well, I was vibing because you’re so fun,” you attempted to soften him up with flattery. “And I’m pretty sure I took several wrong turns and now I have no idea where we are.”
A snort left Jin as he looked at the screen displaying a map. “There’s no address in that, is there,” he realized. As you shook your head, Jin laughed breathily. “You know what, I actually think this is my fault, I should have known this would happen and therefore I should have been navigating.”
“You’re right,” you agreed, feeling the way Jin’s eyes bore into your skull despite not being able to see them at all as his eyes were still shielded by the silly sunglasses.
“You’re unbelievable,” he protested, just as Paris Hilton’s Stars Are Blind, started playing.
“What did I do?” You asked in offense, your mouth falling open in shock.
“You’re not supposed to agree, this is clearly your fault,” he argued as he typed the Hybe building’s address into his phone. “Don’t worry, I’ll get us out of your mess.”
“Oh whatever,” you rolled your eyes, looking out your window. “I love this song,” you added quietly.
“I do too,” Jin agreed, both of your biting back smiles. “Ok, you keep going straight for another block.”
“So the next street I turn what? Right?”
“Yes. Wait,” he then said, looking at the phone and then at the street signs. “Shit, that was our turn, why does it tell you the turn is coming so late?” He asked. “It’s like turn in a quarter mile and then bam you missed your turn,” he ranted, you rolling your eyes but smirking as you finally found yourself on the upper ground.
“Maybe you just have a hard time following simple directions,” you teased, Jin scoffing at you as you smiled victoriously.
“Ok take the next right, it’ll take us to the right street anyways. Following his instructions, you turned the car and began down a new street. “Alright, now get into the left lane, we need to turn up here.
“Mmm,” you hummed, looking out the front windshield suspiciously. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure, what do you mean, am I sure?” He questioned you, his voice raising in volume and pitch as he prepared to dive into another rant. “Get in the left lane, you’re gonna miss the turn.”
“But this doesn’t look right,” you second guessed him, continuing in the middle lane.
“Get over!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
Still not fully trusting his navigation, you kept driving straight, Jin sighing harshly as he sat back in his seat and looked out his window. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“Oh shit,” you looked down the street, realizing that you missed the turn. “Was that really the turn?”
“Of course it was, like I told you ten times. Get in the left lane,” he repeated his earlier command.
“I wasn’t sure!” You defended yourself.
“Take the next left. Please.”
“Ok, I will,” you told him through a small smile, Jin shaking his head as he bit back a grin of his own. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he chuckled, both of you relaxing once again. After you made the correct turn, a slower song you didn’t really know started playing, making you look toward Jin in confusion.
“What the hell is this?” You asked, Jin lowering his sunglasses to shoot you a look of disbelief.
“This is- are you serious? This is Coldplay. It’s literally your playlist,” he pointed out to you.
“Coldplay?”
“It’s actually a really good song, I’m surprised it’s on here.”
“Not as surprised as me,” you said, thinking to yourself as you tried to figure out why this song was on your driving playlist. “Hey, wait, what do you mean it’s actually a good song and that you’re surprised it’s on here.”
“I-” he started, sighing to himself once again. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Thin ice, buddy.”
“Right, so why is Magic on your playlist if you don’t even know the song?” He asked you, intrigued by your surprise at the song.
“Magic,” you repeated. “I’m not a man in his forties, I have no idea why Coldplay is on here.”
“Hey, I like Coldplay and I’m not that old, you bully,” he commented in defense of himself.
“Wait, it’s called Magic?” Nodding at you, you smiled in realization. “I thought I put Magic by One Direction on here.”
“You’re joking,” he snorted, resting his head against the glass as he chuckled at you. “Ok, now it makes sense.”
“If I were to put a Coldplay song on here it would be feature BTS,” you said as though it was the only option. “My Universe or nothing.”
“Ok, now that’s valid,” Jin agreed, pressing next on the song, Can’t Believe It by Flo Rida and Pitbull playing next with the opening line, damn, that white girl got some ass. “And we’re back,” he noted, smiling at the song. “Take the next right.”
“Thanks, co-pilot,” you nodded, preparing to get into the right lane. As you hit the blinker, you somehow switched on the windshield wipers, sending them into full speed. “Aah!” You screamed, Jin jolting in his seat. “I don’t want those on.”
“Can you not scream while driving unless it’s an emergency, you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” Jin complained, clutching his chest.
“Jin, I don’t know how to turn these off,” you ignored him, panicking over the wipers that thrashed against the dry glass.
“You just turn the dial on the shift, I don’t even know how you turned them on, honestly,” Jin calmly explained to you. “Can you get into the right lane?”
Haphazardly looking in your right side mirror, you started going into the right lane, only for the car behind you to honk at you. Again. “Oh my god,” Jin groaned in embarrassment, causing you to wince at the upset you caused in both the driver behind you and your passenger.
You quickly slid into the lane, the car behind you switching lanes immediately and driving up next to you. As you glanced over and Jin looked over your body at the driver, they flipped you off before speeding away, Jin gasping at their action. “Oh fuck you!” You yelled at the person, just before taking your turn.
“Yeah, fuck you! Asshole!” Jin added, yelling after them, making you smile at his support. “People are so rude.” Then, however, he turned his attention to you. “Check your mirrors before you just switch lanes, this is driving 101.”
“I did!” You defended as the windshield wipers still sped across the glass. “Can you help me with these?” You asked, gesturing to the buttons on the turn signal lever.
“Just hit the switch, it’s right there,” he glanced over. “That one.”
“This one?” You asked, flipping it back and forth, adjusting the speed of the wipers, slowing them and speeding them up repeatedly. Jin stared at you for a moment as you struggled, as though he was trying to figure out how you could be so academically smart but such an idiot behind the wheel. Finally, you turned the switch all the way down, the wipers finally halting. Sighing in relief, you could see Jin shaking his head out of the corner of your eye. “You know, it’s not that easy to drive when I know you’re over there judging me.”
“Well it’s not easy to ride with you,” he retorted. “So I guess we’re even in that regard- oh, look, still on,” he pointed out when the wipers squeaked across the dry windshield once again.
“Fuck,” you complained. As you looked down at the controls, Jin pointed ahead.
“Please just leave them and focus on the road,” he begged. “We’re almost there.” Hesitantly, you placed your hand back on the wheel and straightened your posture as you tried to gauge Jin’s mood.
Worried that you had upset the man, you turned the music down slightly as you traveled down the busy Seoul streets, making a conscious effort to keep your hands at ten and two on the steering wheel. Cascada’s Evacuate The Dance Floor hummed lowly from the speakers, only interrupted every ten seconds by the squeaking sound of the windshield wipers dragging across the dry glass. Jin was staring out his window, completely unaware of the comedy of the situation. Glancing over at him every few seconds, you wondered how you could fix the vibe. From all the years of teasing Jin, you had never actually angered him. This was very new.
And then Jin turned toward you, a wide smile on his face as a laugh that resembled the sound of the wipers when they were on a faster speed rolled out of his mouth. “This is so ridiculous,” he wheezed, immediately putting your concerns at ease as you tossed your head back in laughter, both in relief and hilarity.
Jin continued to chuckle as he rested his head against the headrest and stared ahead at the road. The song came to a close, being replaced by Shaggy, It Wasn’t Me. Both you and Jin reached for the volume at the same time, you being just a bit quicker as you giggled while turning it up. “Now this is my jam,” you announced.
“Honey came in and she caught me red-handed, creepin' with the girl next door,” you both sang, smiling at yourselves and the silliness of your current activity. “Picture this, we were both butt naked, bangin' on the bathroom floor, how could I forget that I had given her an extra key? All this time she was standin' there, she never took her eyes off me”, you both sang, swaying from side to side to the beat.
As you stopped singing at the start of the first verse, Jin shockingly continued rapping along, your jaw dropping to your lap as you gawked at him. Jin bit back a smile as he continued the verse, ignoring your reaction. Between his rapping, and the fact that he was still wearing those ridiculous sunglasses, you were certain you had never seen a funnier more shocking sight in your life.
“Why- how do you know this song so well?” You finally pulled yourself out of shock enough to ask, Jin letting his smile break through. His ears were tinted red, but he continued with the song. “Rapper Jin?!” You yelled excitedly, taking your hands off the steering wheel as you pretended to bow down to him.
Without missing a beat, Jin simply reached across the console and held onto the bottom of the wheel, keeping the car steady within the lane. As the pre-chorus started, you started singing again, you and Jin switching back and forth. When you sang, “But she caught me on the counter,” Jin followed up with “Wasn’t me.”
“Saw me bangin' on the sofa,” you sang.
“Wasn't me,” Jin responded.
“I even had her in the shower.”
“It wasn't me,” Jin sang, raising his hands up and waving them in front of his chest as though he was denying the accusation in the song.
“She even caught me on camera!” You exclaimed, Jin maintaining his cool as he yet again sang, “Wasn’t me.”
You crumbled into laughter, going as far as resting your forehead on top of the steering wheel as you wheezed, Jin pushing you lightly as he squeakily laughed. “Eyes on the road,” he told you through his laughter, making you gather yourself enough to sit up and at least look ahead of you. You both continued to dance and sing for the remainder of the song, though your giggles never fully disappeared, both of you losing your composure at random, triggering the other one to burst into bouts of laughter all over again.
When the song ended, a fast club-like electronic beat started playing. You sang along to the song as Jin eyed you suspiciously, not trusting the direction the song was going. When the chorus hit, you singing with it proudly, “Treat me like a slut, little dirty bitch, I love to fuck,” Jin groaned before a breathy laugh escaped his lips.
“This is Kim Petras, Jin,” you told him as though that should clear things up as to why it was an absolute bop.
“If you killed us right now, they would include this in the news article,” Jin informed you. When you looked at him questioningly, he sighed. “BTS’ Jin dies in horrific car accident. Witnesses reported that ‘Treat Me Like A Slut’ was blasting from the remnants of the totaled vehicle,” he mimicked a fake news report, painting the picture for you.
“Oh my god, I’ve actually had that thought before!” You exclaimed. “I was FaceTiming Holly one day and I literally almost died when this truck pulled out and almost ran right into the side of my car, and-”
“Are you sure the truck pulled out and almost hit you? Not the other way around?” He interrupted skeptically.
“Believe it or not, yes,” you told him sassily. “Anyways! Teenage Dream but the Glee version, you know the one sung by Blaine? That was playing, and I did have the thought that if I did get in an accident, that’s what would be playing.”
“I’m honestly surprised you’ve only had this thought once,” Jin remarked, making you giggle because the dude did have a point. “Holy shit,” he then realized, placing both hands on the window as he gazed at the building just beside you. “We made it.”
“Of course we made it,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m not as awful as everyone thinks I am.”
Scoffing at you, Jin ignored the comment, simply choosing to stare at the building in gratitude. As you parked the car, you mentally patted yourself on the back: another car ride with the gang and no one died.
Pulling up to the curb, you slightly nudged it with the tire, the car shaking much more violently than it should have. Jin’s “jesus christ,” slipped from his lips as he turned toward you one more time.
“Sorry,” you smiled with amused guilt. At that moment, All Too Well by Taylor Swift started playing in the car. As soon as you parked the car, which automatically unlocked the doors, Jin reached for the door handle, trying to get the hell out of there. Quickly, you locked the doors again before placing your hand against Jin’s chest and shoving him back against the seat.
“What the hell-”
“We have to sit in here and listen to this,” you informed him. “You can’t just walk out of the car during Taylor Swift, Jin.”
“Sure you can, you just get out-”
“No.” You and Jin stared at each other for a moment before Jin sighed, relenting, and you smiling as you started singing along. “Oh yeah, it’s the 10 minute version.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Jin deadpanned, making you giggle as you settled in your seat, swaying along to the obnoxiously long tune.
Finally stepping into Yoongi’s studio, both Yoongi and Namjoon turned towards you both with wide eyes. Yoongi appeared visibly relieved you actually made it back in one piece, which you immediately took offense to. Before even greeting you, he looked at Jin, inspecting him slightly. “You all good?”
“Hey, what about me?” You complained.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jin replied with a nod.
“Did she drive ok?” Yoongi asked in surprise, Namjoon looking just as shocked beside him.
“Hey!”
“Oh god no,” Jin responded dramatically. “But we made it.”
Finally Yoongi looked at you to find you glaring at him. “They’re reasonable questions, Kid,” Yoongi told you, biting back a smile. “How are you?”
“I’m offended,” you answered jokingly, all the boys in the room laughing. Wrapping your arm around Jin’s shoulders, tugging him to your height, you pressed your cheek against the top of his head, the man resisting the contact but not pulling away. “We had fun!”
“She did get me a coffee,” Jin mumbled just as you released him from your hold. “No one else around here does that for me.”
“And the playlist?” Namjoon questioned, Jin sighing though his features softened. “What’s your song?”
“Ego,” Jin sighed through a small grin. “Beyoncé.”
Yoongi let out a breathy chuckle, his shoulders shaking as he stared at you fondly, while Namjoon laughed and nodded in amusement.
“Honestly, I'm just glad you didn't show up with your own car and that fucking bumper sticker,” Jin then told you as he meandered toward the sofa.
Gasping at him, you shot him a glare. “Hey, that shit is hilarious and you know it."
The bumper sticker under scrutiny sat proudly on the left side of your bumper and stated: Jesus is my copilot and we’re cruising for pussy. It simply was hilarious, and Jin could not seriously deny that as he finally admitted, “... yeah it is.”
“I bought that for her,” Yoongi interjected, as though he needed credit for the hilarity of the sticker. You remembered coming across it in a little shop, Yoongi pointing it out to you. Both of you laughed so hard over it that Yoongi couldn’t resist buying it for you. He even cleaned the spot on your bumper and put it on for you, the man crumbling to the ground as soon as he took a look at its finished state while you stood behind him filming him as you cackled excitedly.
“Didn’t a cop recite it to you after pulling you over?” Namjoon recalled.
“That cop was an asshole, I was hardly even speeding. I think he was just annoyed by the sticker,” you complained.
“He was an asshole, but it was also mortifying hearing him read the sticker to us,” Yoongi said, chuckling once again as he shook his head.
“No sense of humor.” Pulling out your phone, you grinned at Yoongi before turning and looking at Jin. “You know who does have a sense of humor though,” you started, Jin already about to rise from his seat to stop you. “Look at this video of Jin posing to RuPaul in his dorky sunglasses,” you said gleefully, skipping over to Yoongi as Jin followed behind you.
“You said it was a whole look!” Jin ranted, you tossing your head in laughter as you pressed play on the video for Jin’s friends to enjoy.
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The 8th Member of Bangtan 💜
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Chapter 3 - The Cook Off 🍗🍲🍳
Synopsis: you (y/n 🦊) are the 8th member of bts and are involved in all the fun and banter with the boys as you work on your music and side projects for army
Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader
Warnings: brief mention of a knife used in the kitchen for cooking
Authors note: inspired by the run BTS episodes, reader is gender neutral (gn) so read the honorific’s as they apply to you
Enjoy!✨
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🐰: it’s filming day tomorrow right?
🐹: yes jk! it’s the chefs episode!
🦊: will there be professional chefs or just us?
🐨: we should eat a big breakfast in case we can’t cook good
🐹: speak for yourself joonie and it’ll just be us baby petal
🐨: but we’ll share right Jin hyung?
🦊: I’ll share with you Joonie🫶🏻
🐨: thanks baby petal
🐹: …
🐥: do we all get to call y/n that now or?
🐹: …
🐱: taking Jin hyungs silence as a yes
🐹: my ellipses are saying more than my words can…
🐻: BABY PETAL!!!!!!
🐹: 🤦🏻♂️
🦊: hey guys🫶🏻 I thought you were all sleeping, the dorm is so quiet
🐥: we were all gaming with our headphones in
🦊: you all played games without me?? You let me go to bed while you were all having fun??😭
🐰: no noona/hyung!! We were playing the scary game you don’t like…🥹
🦊: ah okay kook
🐿: don’t be annoyed y/n-ie🫶🏻 I’m scared of it too but I’m watching the maknaes while the other hyungs are resting in bed
🦊: can I come play too please, Hobi oppa/hyung?🥹
🐱: you’ll have nightmares y/n-ie
🐹: yah we can’t repeat this every time with this video game
🐰: we can switch to Mario kart noona/hyung🙏🏻
🦊: it’s okay kook🙏🏻 keep playing
🐱: you should all be in bed soon anyway, we have a early call time tomorrow. Hobah- are you not tired?
🐿: kinda hyung😅
🐹: right kids get to bed! sweet dreams, love hyung/oppa
🐻: that message was the most dad thing Jin hyungs ever sent
🦊: it was sweet!
🐻: okay baby petal 🙄
🐹: bed, now
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Today the producers announced that bangtan would be cooking for todays episode. You were excited because as it turns out you were a great cook… the boys slobbered over you kimchi fried rice, japchae and bibimbap that you would cook for them whenever they requested or you were cooking for yourself and decided to make enough for them too.
But as soon as the producer announced that the two members that would have to judge the cooking competition were the members who were the best cooks, your hopes of impressing army and winning today were dashed.
Of course Jin was the main cook in the group - he’d been cooking all your meals and even Jungkook’s school lunches before he graduated since your pre-debut days. But you gained skills from him by watching him, helping him out now and again and from your family back home. Just because you were the second youngest member of bangtan doesn’t mean you couldn’t be nifty in the kitchen.
You sort of hoped the boys would forget about this fact though, when they started deciding the judges and the teams.
“Jin is definitely a judge, it would be unfair to have him on a team” Yoongi offered diplomatically.
Jin agreed to judge straight away and sat back to watch the rest of the deliberations happening with a smile. He knew there would be some heated deliberations and it would be funny.
“Hobi is a good cook too but I think Jungkook should be a judge,” Tae said pointing the finger at his maknae.
Hobi was pleased with his compliment but Jungkook looked offended, his widened eyes and mouth ready to set out his argument - the maknae always wanted in on the competition.
“I’m a worse cook than y/n,” he offered, “besides I want to make my glazed sweet potatoes for everyone”
No one could resist the bun’s pleas, so the attention turned to you.
“Yah, their hiding behind Joon hyung as if we’ll forget about them” Jimin laughed.
And it was true, the sight of you shielding yourself behind Namjoons wall of muscle was comical as you peaked out behind him. You agreed to judge after the boys went on and on about your cooking talents and the unfairness of it all. The producers looked just about ready to pull their own hair out but some staff were giggling and smiling knowingly at bangtans antics.
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Yoongi’s team was making a seafood stew while Hobi’s team were cooking a chicken dish. Like Namjoon, you weren’t the biggest fan of seafood but you wouldn’t be biased against the team.
At first you and Jin watched on as everyone assumed their roles - Yoongi and Jimin worked like a little duo, having sidelined Tae to eat bread rolls and peel potatoes.
Hobi, Namjoon and Jungkook proved to be a little more chaotic together - who knew two hyungs and a maknae would cause more chaos than the team with just one hyung and two maknaes?
Namjoon was butchering the chicken carcass like he had a personal vendetta against this particular chicken, making everyone laugh at his lack of kitchen skills. Hobi was dancing and scooting around the station like he couldn’t stay still, yet somehow managed to add and stir things into the pot. And Jungkook was already off on his own self-appointed side mission (making the glazed sweet potatoes as he promised).
“Aren’t you going to give armys instructions so they can make it too?” You crept behind Jungkook.
“Yah it’s dangerous to scare someone in the kitchen noona/hyung!”
“And no… the recipe is my secret sorry army” he directed towards the go pro camera you were holding below his face at a presumably unflattering angle, wiggling this eyebrows.
“Literally anyone can look up a glazed sweet potato recipe, JK, you didn’t invent it” Jin popped in.
“But mine has a secret recipe hyung”
“And what is that?”
“Love” he said with a straight face and finger heart shot into the camera, causing giggles to explode around the kitchen.
You scooted around to the other teams table and were immediately offered a bite of jam-spread roll from Tae which you gladly accepted (the smell of food was making you exceedingly hungry).
“Thanks Tae-Tae” you smiled.
“Yah! I see favouritism over there!” Hobi called over with accusing eyes.
“Concentrate on your pot hyung!” Jimin rebuted, “there’s nothing to see here!”
“Yah just because the bread rolls were on that side of the bench” Namjoon added accusingly.
“There’s no favouritism everyone can just calm down or I’m deducting points from both teams!” Jin announced.
“You can’t deduct!” Jungkook was appalled, “we haven’t even finished yet!”
Jin was clearly enjoying his power too much, he thought.
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The chaos died down as soon as a time limit was announced and everyone focused on their recipes.
“Baby petal and I are cooking something nice to pass the last 15 minutes” Jin explained into the small go pro camera you held in your hand.
He calmly directed you to add sugar to his frying potato slices.
“It’s simple but delicious, something a chef once taught me” he explained, while flipping the potato with his chopsticks and offering you a mouthful.
You could already begin to imagine the comments of army:
“Jin is so soft with y/n🥹”
“Jin and his baby petal are you kidding me🥲”
“baby petal and jinnie giving us wholesome content once again🌸”
…if the producers decided to include your footage in this episode that is.
“Five minutes left!” the producer called to the room.
The boys hastened, plating their food and doing finishing touches. Jimin and Taehyung were busy praising each other for their work, Hobi and Namjoon were screaming at their chicken pot to boil faster and you and Jin were walking around with the go pros, successfully distracting the chefs. You all doubled over when you realised Jungkooks glazed sweet potatoes were stuck to the plate like cement.
“That’s time!”
Everyone put their dishes on the front bench. You were doubled over again when you realised Tae had presented the dipping sauce he made for the potato pancakes in such an ostentatious way - a ceramic squirrel figurine plate encased in a glass bell jar, ON TOP OF a glass cake stand, that he called “squirrel trapped in a garden”.
You took your spoons and the boys watched you and Jin taste their work with rapt attention. The seafood dish was surprisingly tasty given your disdain for eating anything that once lived in water, and the potato pancakes and sauce were so good you almost shed a tear.
“Yah, y/n-ie is nearly crying, that’s how you know it’s good food” Yoongi cooed, pleased with himself and his team.
The chicken dish was also delicious but getting the sweet potatoes into your mouth proved comical. Jin managed to prise one piece with his chopsticks with some strength but when you tried to, you pulled too hard and the potato went flying across the room, sending the boys into a laughing frenzy.
You just knew the editors were going to edit the scene of Jungkooks creation in all sorts of ways - repeated, zoomed in, slo mo, a sliding whistle sound overlayed and with cartoon wings attached as it glided from the front to the back of the kitchen.
Recomposed, you tried again and found the sweet treat an absolute delight.
“They taste like the Middle Ages,” jin commented much to everyone’s confusion.
“They taste like 2014 to me” you laughed, “when kookie used to cook them for us… did you have a past life oppa/hyung?”
“I like both dishes, the seafood is something I would order but the sweet potatoes are amazing” Jin said distracting from his tangent.
“I think Jiminie should have an extra 5 points for cooking with baby pink hair”
The room was a mixture of laughter and outrage at your statement.
“Why??!”
“It’s not a hair competition!”
“Yah, that’s not fair!”
“Hobi hyung has pink hair too, noona/hyung!”
“And joonie has lilac hair that’s cool too we should get double points”
“Yah fine! No extra points for hair style” you conceded with a pout, staring longingly at jimins baby pink locks that looked just the colour of cotton candy floss.
Jimin giggled and gave your face a squish with his hands mumbling “cute” under his breath.
You told Jin to pick a winner since the boys could no longer trust you with making an impartial decision and with the count of 3, Jin chose the seafood team as the winners. Everyone cheered the winners and commiserated the losers and filming was commenced.
Jimin, Tae and Yoongi toddled off to get driven back to the dorm while you and Jin stayed to help the losing team out with their punishment (cleaning the kitchen).
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Back at the dorm, the boys were showered and changed into fresh comfortable clothes. You all gathered in the livingroom as it was time to talk about tomorrow’s schedule.
“How was the punishment?”
“It was fine but y/n-ie ran out of the kitchen as soon as Hobi hyung asked them to take out the rubbish”
“I have a phobia!”
“Oh we know” Tae said rolling his eyes.
“At least I cleaned the pots and kookie’s sweet potato plate, the sauce was all hard and stuck” you grimaced.
“The food was so good, though I’m hungry again” Jimin complained.
“Should we order Chinese food for a change?”
There was various agreements and other suggestions but everyone’s mind was starting to get foggy from tiredness and hours of not eating.
“I’ll order it then!” Jungkook whipped out his phone and sprang up to call the staff.
“So, we have to be up by 6am tomorrow, I’ve booked the dance studio for 7am” Hobi said, serious dance instructor look now on his face.
“We’ll all be there up on time won’t we…” Jin asked around his dongsaengs mostly directed at you because you were always glued to your bed in the early mornings.
“Yes oppas/hyungs” you said with a yawn.
“That’s promising” Hobi laughed.
You were tired from filming and all the boys agreed that filming at the same time as preparing a comeback was exhausting. But at the end of the day it was all they wanted to do and it was all for army to enjoy.
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A/n: thanks for reading! I think the next instalment will be a dance practise chapter instead of filming an episode, let me know if you have any fun ideas/dynamics you want to see!💖
#bts army#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bangtan#bts#bts hobi#bts jeon jungkook#bts jimin#bts jin#bts namjoon#bts taehyung#bts suga#bts x gender neutral reader#bts yoongi#bts jungkook#bts v#bts x y/n#platonic#bts rm#bts seokjin#bts jk#bts jhope
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best friend
when fall out boy said "and in the end, I'd do it all again, I think you're my best friend" and when lorde said "you're my best friend and we're dancing in a world alone" and "you're the only friend I need" and when bts said "you know it all, you're my best friend," the term 'best friend' becomes so much more than that. It rolls off the tongue like pure sunshine and feels like a hug so tight and so desperate that it becomes as necessary as air. They make it feel like the world is collapsing around you but all that matters is this person that you have an infinite love for, even more unconditional than any romantic love. It indicates a love so pure that it makes your heart melt.
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Could you write a fic where taehyung has a fever and is really sneezy but he has a headache and sore throat and every time he sneezes his head hurts?
Hope this is what you were looking for!?! I kinda glossed over the snz content and turned it more toward the sore throat and the headache. Sorry it took me so long to get done! I hope you can enjoy it! Thanks so much for the request! <3
Pairing: Taejoon - platonic intentions but read how you want. Ft. minor Taejin.
Words: 2732
Warnings: Illness || Snz Content || Sick Member || Fever || Sore Throat/Lost Voice || Headache/Migraine || Graphic Descriptions of Cold Symptoms || Graphic Descriptions of Headache || Crying/Emotional Distress
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“HEEEtsch, EETthhu, HEHnxtch”
Taehyung’s sneezes are louder than any alarm clock Namjoon's ever owned. So when Taehyung sneezes three times in the middle of the night, it startles Namjoon awake with a gasp.
“'M up. 'M awake” Namjoon slurs his words, scanning the room with squinted eyes. Everything is still dark and blurry, but he can tell it’s still the middle of the night. He swears he set his alarm for 8:30. He is certain that a loud noise invaded his dream and pulled him from sleep. But now that he’s awake, the room is silent.
Well, mostly silent. Taehyung is sniffling from his bed. There’s a lot of shifting, even for Taehyung, and Namjoon figures that the younger is awake. “Tae-yah? Did you hear something?” He asks. He needs the validation just to ensure he’s not going mad.
“Sorry, hyung. It was just my sneezing. Did I wake you?” Taehyung feigns ignorance. He knows the answer is a blaring yes. He had been enviously listening to the sounds of Namjoon’s peaceful sleep. Because he’s been awake the whole night, bargaining with his budding cold symptoms. Negotiations have gotten him nowhere.
Namjoon nods, “S’okay. Are you okay?” If the rapper were fully conscious, he would have quickly recalled that Taehyung does not sneeze in multiples unless it’s illness related. He might have noticed that Taehyung doesn’t sound sleepy at all, but rather a little congested. But he’s still swaddled in the warmth of his covers and clinging onto a promised sleep. Too close to the edge to notice those intricate little details. Not all of his neurons are firing. He doesn’t have the mental capacity to think about how his roommate usually sneezes right now.
So Taehyung takes advantage of it. The vocalist knows he’s getting sick. He could feel it coming on since the previous day. And he feels like it’s going to be a bad one. But he knows Namjoon is trying to sleep, resting well after a long day. And he wants it to stay that way. He promises to tell someone in the morning. But for now, the others need their rest. It’s too early for Namjoon, or any of them, to be taking care of him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tickle. Must have been some dust on my bed or something.” The lie comes easy. It has been a while since he changed his linens. He’ll add that to his post-cold to-do list. “Go back to sleep, hyung. We still have a few hours.” he gently encourages. Namjoon doesn’t fight it.
Taehyung feels more sneezes inching their way to the top of his nose. But he doesn’t want to bother Namjoon anymore than he already has. He doesn’t want to risk waking him again. So he holds them back, shaking his head and tucking a finger under his nose to scare them off. But that’s only a temporary solution. They still lie in wait for a loud and wet release. So he waits until he’s certain Namjoon’s sleeping deeply again. Once the leader’s snores confirm it, Taehyung sneaks out of the room with his blanket and relocates to the couch. Hopefully far enough away from the bedrooms to sneeze freely without waking anyone up.
Sleep doesn’t find him any easier on the couch than it did in his bed. He’s still turning over every time his sinuses shift. He’s still coughing as post-nasal drip fills his throat. And he’s still sneezing when he feels the tickle in his nose. It’s impossible to even get a few minutes of shut eye. And when he does feel on the brink of sleep, a feverish chill shakes him back to consciousness. It’s hell on earth, he thinks with a whine.
He does manage to fall asleep at some point. He wouldn't believe it given how exhausted he still is. But he's awoken by the sounds of voices nearby. He keeps his eyes closed, pretending he can't hear them. But it's Seokjin and Namjoon, neither of them do well with hushed conversation. It sounds like they are arguing. Or maybe Taehyung's headache is just amplifying the sound of their voices. Any noise at this point is too loud for him.
He picks up bits and pieces of the conversation. From what Taehyung can gather from his eavesdropping, Seokjin is angry at Namjoon. Something about the Daegu vocalist spending the night on the couch. And even though Namjoon seems equally upset about it, the oldest hyung is blaming the leader.
The realization that his hyungs are fighting because of him hits his fevered mind. That's silly. Namjoon didn't do anything wrong. It was his decision to leave the room. It was his decision to sleep on the couch. He has to take responsibility for it. He needs to end the argument with the truth. Because he hates it when his hyungs fight.
Maybe he also hates it when they are loud. Maybe he has a splitting headache and wants to sleep more. Maybe he knows that Seokjin and Namjoon can go on for hours with petty arguments like this and he just wants them to stop. But he doesn't feel well, so he can be a little selfish. The outcome will benefit them all in the end.
His body aches as he sits up on the couch. He pulls his blanket around his shoulders and clutches the corners around his chin to fight the chill. The ends of the blanket drag behind him as he follows his hyung's voices to the kitchen. It's a long, shuffling journey. His whole body tells him to stop.
Two loud sneezes alert the two older members to Taehyung's presence. They both turn and look at the sick member. He has definitely seen better days. His skin is blotchy with fever spots, the tip of his nose is bright red, and he can barely keep his eyes open. He looks so small wrapped up in a blanket, quaking at the knees like standing is simply too much.
"Tae-yah, you should go rest." Seokjin's voice is gentle and caring. "Hyung will get you something to eat, go lay down."
Taehyung opens his mouth to speak. He wants to say that he didn't want to bother Namjoon with his cold. He wants to say he chose to leave the room when Namjoon fell asleep. He wants to say he chose to sleep on the couch and it's not Namjoon's fault. But croaky broken syllables and raspy breaths take the place of his words. His voice is completely gone, but he doesn’t remember losing it. It was fine enough when he was talking to Namjoon in the middle of the night.
He pouts in frustration, massaging his throat with the hand not clutching his blanket. His neck feels hard and swollen, but he aims to be able to speak again. He clears his throat with some wet coughs before attempting to speak again. But it’s the same result. Nothing intelligible comes up, he ends up hunched over coughing deeply into his fist.
Seokjin’s expression softens immediately. He forgets entirely about his spat with Namjoon and runs to Taehyung’s side. He immediately goes into mother hen mode, pressing a palm to his fellow vocalist’s sweaty forehead. “You’ve caught yourself quite a nasty cold, Tae bear.” He consoles once Taehyung’s done coughing. “Don’t you worry, you’ll start feeling better soon.”
Taehyung leans against Seokjin, too weak to support his own body weight for another second. He lets out a whimper and a yawn. “You’re tired,” Seokjin understands, “Let’s put you to bed then.” He starts guiding Taehyung toward the bedrooms. The younger man makes it as far as the stairs before he quits. He looks at Seokjin with desperation. There’s no way he can climb the steps. He just won’t make it.
The oldest understands instantly. “Alright, Tae. Can you get on my back?” He squats to make it easier for Taehyung to climb on. He scrambles for a few minutes while trying to push himself up, but he’s lacking the usual upper body strength he needs to latch on. With a little help from Namjoon, Taehyung is able to secure himself to his hyung for the journey to the bedrooms. Seokjin marches up the steps with ease despite the added weight and deposits the sick member in his bed. “There you go. Hyung’s going to go get some supplies for you. Can you stay awake for five more minutes?”
Taehyung nods with no confidence in his answer. Seokjin doesn’t believe it either given the way the vocalist’s eyelids droop as soon as his head hits the pillow.
It actually takes Seokjin about 15 minutes to return to the room. So he can’t blame Taehyung for being asleep when he returns. He looks so peaceful while he’s resting, Seokjin doesn’t want to disturb him. He looks like death warmed over. He needs every second of rest he can get. So he decides to do the best he can while still ensuring that Taehyung stays asleep. He scans his forehead with a temporal thermometer and confirms the presence of a significant fever. With gentle motions, he smooths a damp rag over the sick vocalist’s forehead. Food and medicine will have to wait until he wakes.
Seokjin does everything he can for Taehyung before he absolutely does have to leave the dorm. He’s got schedules to attend, things to do, places to be. But he doesn’t want to leave Taehyung alone, so he recruits Namjoon to look after him for the day. It may be more of a demand, a repentance to compensate for the fact that Taehyung slept on the couch. But Namjoon accepts it regardless. He knows he can work on things from home. It’ll be easy enough to work on tracks on his laptop while keeping an eye on Taehyung.
“HEP’tichi, HESHhu, ehh-HE’tch”
Taehyung’s nose only allows him a meager half hour of sleep before he startles himself awake with forceful sneezes. Despite losing his voice, his sneezes are still monstrous roars that claw through his throat with vengeance on the way out. There’s an ache that grows each time he pitches with a harsh sneeze, traveling from the bridge of his nose to the backs of his eyes all the way around to the base of his neck. It hurts everywhere.
He’s in too much pain to sleep, despite how his body yearns for a few more hours. His body is playing tricks on him, making him believe that he’s thirsty. But it seems to be just a cruel way to trick him into swallowing. The action is painful and does little to soothe his raw throat. Every time he starts to doze off, another string of sneezes forces him back to consciousness.
There’s no relief. He tries to massage around his temples, he tries to shift positions in the bed. He tries pulling the blanket over his head to block the light and even tries to bite the tip of his thumb because he heard somewhere that it's supposed to help with headaches. But nothing eases his ache in the slightest. The humming of the air conditioning is deafening. The dimly lit lamp is blinding. The pulsing pressure of blood against his skull is agonizing. It’s a waiting game against the pain. And just when he thinks the drumming ache is receding, he sneezes again and he’s right back where he started.
After repeating the cycle four times over, he can’t maintain his composure. He cries. He weeps in desperation and in pain. He feels the most miserable he’s ever felt in his life. He doesn’t see an end to the suffering in sight. He has no hope for any relief. So he cries.
He wants comfort. He wants to draw someone’s attention, someone’s sympathy, someone’s love. He wants someone to coddle him, just a bit. He wants to be reassured that he will be okay. But no one will ever hear him. His cries are silent, nothing but heavy breaths and pitchy croaks as tears pour mercilessly down his cheeks. He tries calling out for the members, but he can’t force a single syllable. As therapeutic as the crying seems at the moment, it only proves to make his headache even worse.
Eventually, Namjoon returns to the room. It’s been a while since Seokjin checked Taehyung’s temperature and he wants to know if the rest has been doing the vocalist any good. He opens the door to find Taehyung sitting up in the bed, sniffling as tears drip quickly from his chin onto his blanket. His expressions are devastating, eyes squinted shut and mouth hanging out like he’s trying to scream. He scrubs at his face with balled fists and jerks with sobs that just land him coughing into the open air. The urge to comfort him is immediate.
As soon as Namjoon lays a finger on Taehyung’s shoulder, the vocalist wraps his whole body around the leader. Similar to how a boa constrictor would envelop their prey, only Taehyung is much more distraught than intimidating. The vocalist will never let go. He never wants to be alone again. The pain is too much for him to cope with by himself.
Namjoon’s struggling to breathe in Taehyung’s clutches, but he could not care any less. Because watching Taehyung bawl his eyes out makes Namjoon’s stomach flip. So he doesn’t care what happens to him if it means that Taehyung will calm down. He consoles, brushing fingers through Taehyung’s hair and scratching gently against his back. His skin burns, Namjoon suspects a fever spike played a part in Taehyung’s breakdown. He keeps his verbal reassurances low and rhythmic.
It’s a long while before Taehyung finally calms himself down. He’s still sniffling and catching his breath. His eyes are bloodshot and watery, but finally open enough to look pleadingly into Namjoon’s big brown eyes. “There you go, Tae Tae. You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. All better.”
Taehyung tries again to speak, but nothing comes out and he realizes he’s right back where he started. He’s not better now. He’s worse. He’s miserable and he still doesn’t feel well at all and it feels like it’s never going to end. And to make matters worse, he can’t even express that appropriately. So he tries to make Namjoon understand, through the sheer power of body language.
But Taehyung’s gestures are flailing and vague and just hard to understand. Namjoon can’t make sense of it. Until he sees the events in action.
All the crying had shifted the contents of Taehyung’s sinuses. His nose runs relentlessly in an effort to clear it. Taehyung sniffles harshly in between gestures to ward off the tickle but it eventually wins out. “EHRshhh, ee’NXTtch” He pitches forward with a messy double. When he picks himself up, his hands shoot to his head as the splitting pain returns with a vengeance. He winces and shuts his eyes, pressing himself impossibly closer to Namjoon. And Namjoon finally understands that Taehyung’s got a headache. A borderline migraine by the looks of it. Suddenly all the flailing makes sense.
“Is it your head, TaeTae?” Namjoon questions, whispering. He starts to pull himself away. Taehyung nods, a small movement so he doesn’t have to jostle his throbbing head too much.
Namjoon has to pry the vocalist off of him before he manages to get Taehyung to lay back down in bed. There’s a few whimpers and a whole lot of teary-eyed pouting, but Namjoon assures him he’ll only be gone for a few minutes and then they can resume cuddling. Taehyung accepts with the promise of more cuddling.
Namjoon hurries to gather the supplies Seokjin left for him. He finds the bottle of painkillers and gives a dose to Taehyung. He turns the lights off in the room, leaving only the minor light of a dimmed desk lamp to make sure he doesn’t trip over anything in the room on his journey to the bed. He climbs into the bed and leans against the headboard, arms wide open expectantly for the vocalist's arrival.
Taehyung finds some comfort in pressing himself to Namjoon’s stomach, arms wrapping around his torso to once again prevent his escape. Namjoon allows it, gently massaging the area around Taehyung’s temples until the younger member is finally able to fall into a steady sleep.
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A/N: Wonder how many fics I have ended with the sickie falling asleep?? I need to be more original. LOL. As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!
#bts#bts sickfic#bts cold symptoms#sick!Taehyung#caretaker!Namjoon#minor caretaker!Seokjin#bts canonverse#platonic bts#bts snz#tw snz#bts fever#tw fever#bts sore throat#tw sore throat#bts headache#tw headache#tw crying member#aki sickfic#aki writes#aki requests
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Zac and Zendaya Gifs (Part 2/???)
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strictly platonic | jjk (teaser)
READ THE FULL FIC HERE. posted 17.07.22
Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre/warnings: best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating(ish) au, pining!, fluff, angst, smut
release date: TBD. hopefully by the beginning of july
word count: 788 for the teaser (final word count should be at least 10k, we shall see)
note: posting the teaser to actually put some pressure on me to finish this fic instead of letting it collect dust among my wips. also can y’all tell that i got lazy with the banner lol 😭
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Over the years, you have accumulated a list of annoying things about Jeon Jungkook.
He’s very loud, and has absolutely zero subtlety. He’s competitive—perhaps to an alarming extent—and chews with his mouth open sometimes. He’s way too stubborn for his own good and would rather eat soap than admit he’s in the wrong. He’s childish and full of pride at the same time, which is always a combination for disaster.
He can be selfish though he doesn’t mean to; maybe it’s just a side effect of being an overgrown baby. He needs to cuddle when either of you sleeps over, or else he gets agitated and won’t stop whining until you slot yourself into his side.
Jungkook hogs the blanket. He forces you to go on 6AM runs with him. He thinks everything you own is also his by extension, but not vice versa. He constantly blasts music while you’re trying to study, and only turns it down a couple notches when you threaten to tell his mom about that time he was in middle school and broke one of her precious vases, but somehow managed to pin it on the dog.
Despite all that, Jungkook is very charming, effortlessly so. Ever since he had that growth spurt at 14, girls started flocking to his side and vying for his attention, and surprisingly, his previously quiet self morphed into someone more confident and outspoken.
Throughout high school and now halfway into university, Jungkook has become the person that guys wanted to be, and girls wanted to be with.
He looks as if Apollo had descended from the heavens and made himself home among mere mortals. With fluffy dark hair, sparkly Bambi eyes, a jawline that can cut glass, and a well-toned body underneath his oversized hoodies, he’s the textbook definition of “boyfriend material”. Wherever he goes, Jungkook just exudes that charisma that makes people stop and say, “Wow. That. I want that. Where do I get myself someone like that? Do they sell them on Amazon?”
He’s smart in that casual and infuriating way where he still manages to ace all his classes without ever really trying. All his professors adore him even though he’s almost always late to class and hands in his assignments at least a few days after the submission deadline without giving any kind of notice or excuse.
Jungkook seems like the total package—someone that mothers would love to call their son-in-law. (But, not everyone is privy to all his flaws like you are.)
And if all of that isn’t enough to knock the pants off of every wide-eyed college-aged girl, he’s a Fine Arts major who looks like he came straight out of a Pinterest moodboard, who wears a pair of those thin-rimmed glasses in class that always makes the TA just a little distracted. Who carries around a leather-bound journal wherever he goes like he’s a Shakespearean protagonist, just in case inspiration strikes and he needs a place for his sketches. It’s the journal that you saved up for three months to get him as a high school graduation gift, but also the very same one that everyone on campus daydreams about having a page dedicated to them in it.
There are, however, a couple of downsides to having godly looks and being the campus heartthrob.
You reckon this inconveniences you more than it does him. You can’t recall how many girls have come up to you for advice on how to approach him. Or how many love notes you’ve been asked to pass since ninth grade, only for him to skim and toss them.
(Jungkook doesn’t actually throw them away; he just never responds to any of them, thereby bestowing upon you the honor of watching smiles drop from eager lips when you regurgitate the same lines of “Sorry, he’s not looking to date right now” to his admirers.)
The attention gets to his head sometimes, but at least he’s never contracted the same asshole disease that guys get whenever someone throws a couple of looks their way.
You’re his messenger of heartbreak, as he once so annoyingly called it. It helps that he’s your best friend, and you make him treat you to a nice meal after each time. If it happens to be someone especially persistent who would constantly badger you unless you gave them his phone number, he would throw in five extra coffees for all your troubles.
What doesn’t make it easier, though, is the fact that you’re also one of those lovestruck girls whose hearts he breaks on a daily basis, but you’ll never let him in on that little secret.
You’ve known him nearly all your life, and you’ve been in love with him for half that time.
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#jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#jungkook angst#bts fic#bts x reader#bts fluff#bts smut#bts angst#bts scenarios#jeon jungkook#fic: strictly platonic
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whispers in the dark | jhs
pairing: sleep paralysis demon hoseok x gender neutral reader (platonic)
genre: … fluff?? Angst. Post-break up au. Supernatural au.
summary: Hoseok just doesn’t have it in him to make you even more miserable right now, so he tries something a little different.
rating: 18+ because I do what I want
word count: 1.4k
warnings: Swearing. Sleep paralysis. Creepy sleep paralysis demon Hoseok a la the “More” concept photos. Watching people while they’re sleep but not in an erotic way lol. Referenced Jimin x reader; technically a post break-up situation. Some image self-consciousness from Hoseok. Platonic spooning. Lots of talk about feeling or sensing smells and emotions. I know it seems creepy but really this is very soft, I promise.
notes: Ah wow, this is short but there’s so much in here. It started in a group chat with “idk what to do with more hoseok in the best way” and then it turned into me and @bangtanintotheroom taking “this hobi is our sleep paralysis demon” and running with it in two wildly different directions sldkjfhaslkdj. I know I’m supposed to be on break but like after finishing stuff last month, I had this whole “will I ever write again” crisis. Without @thatlongspringnight and @xjoonchildx this wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t feel ten million times better now than I did leading up to my meltdown. So, thank you. It means the world to me. I’m just going to yeet this into the void and get out but I miss yall!! Hope you’re having a nice July, wherever you may be :)
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Hoseok hasn’t gotten the chance to stretch like this in ages. As he steps across the lush carpet, he lets his muscles lengthen and move. It’s dusty and cramped in his little crawlspace, even with his cleaning regime. When was the last time you let him out his literal hellhole?
He looks at your sleeping form. You’re passed out, that’s for sure, huddled beneath layers of sheets and blankets. The dawn is beginning to trickle through your curtains, your eyelids freely fluttering in deep sleep, unencumbered by the sleep mask that’s somehow slipped off during the night.
He can feel how frozen you are, how you want to turn over to a more comfortable position but can’t. Ah, it’s been so long since he could feed freely like this. What a wonderful welcome you’ve decided to give him.
Hoseok straightens and adjusts his cap as he glances around the room. It doesn’t seem that much has changed since he was last here. There’s a calendar propped up on your dresser, and he’s surprised to see that it’s been at least a year since he was last freed from the confines of your mind. He’d stopped visiting you shortly after you started keeping that punk around … what was his name? Jim? Tim?? Something like that. It’s not easy haunting folks who co-sleep with others. Finally he’s gone, and Hoseok can resume doing what he does best. Finally he can just lurk and get the energy he needs after his long sequestering.
Stepping closer, Hoseok leans down to leer at your face. You can’t see him, not really, not in a way that matters. But you can feel him, and he can hear your breath quicken as he draws near. His veins sigh in content as the anxiety leeches from your body into his own. It feels sweet and soft against his senses. You always did taste better than his previous charges.
If you’d kept him inside much longer, he was going to have to find someone else to feed from. So thank god Timbourine or whatever isn’t here today. He reaches out and brushes the sheets from your face so that he can see more than just your eyes.
Huh. That’s odd.
Your cheeks are grimy.
Hoseok, dead inside as he might be, feels his black hole of a heart fall. Fuck.
Had you cried yourself to sleep?
Hoseok stands and steps away, casting his eyes about the room. It still smells like Jimothy or whatever, just barely. You might smell sweet on your own, but there’s a musty spice that undergirds everything. It doesn’t smell like you, and it’s like it’s faded. You probably don’t even smell it anymore, but that doesn’t mean you don’t somehow feel it.
There’s a box in the corner that smells stronger than the rest of your room. It’s got clothes in it that don’t look like you’d be caught dead wearing them. And there’s a picture frame laying flat on its face right next to your calendar. He feels like an idiot for not noticing it sooner.
“Aw, darling, did that dickwad break your heart?” he murmurs. His heart goes out to you. He doesn’t really much do desire himself but he imagines that the emotions are torrid and stressful. “That’s so unfair, isn’t it?”
It doesn’t seem right to feed off you now, for some reason. The succulent taste of stress he’d been taking from you now feels bitter. It tastes off, spoiled even. Was he really gone so long that he developed a conscience? This is garbage. This is not a part of the plan at all.
Hoseok sighs as he sits next to your sleeping form. You don’t move.
“What am I going to do with you, darling? You kept me tucked away for so long and now I can’t even take what I need.”
You don’t reply, of course. You can’t. You’re frozen in place, paralyzed and dead to the world. Awake and yet not, all at once. Hoseok has craved being able to take what he wants from you for ages, but now it just feels unfair.
The demon sighs again, noticing now all the things he’d not noticed before in his eagerness to feed. You’ve got pillows tucked behind you, as if to simulate a person at your back. One of them is even wrapped in a shirt. Ah, how sad. There’s other mementos about the room too: a sock in the corner, discarded undergarments next to the laundry hamper, all sorts of small things that have that unfamiliar scent wreathed around them. Even when he doesn’t think there’s more, there’s always more. He can’t imagine how you must feel, having all this crap around that belongs to someone no longer in your life. The agony of finding still more at every turn must be torture.
He finds himself pitying you. It’s strange. He knows it is. He’s a demon, a thought form, a parasite even; nothing more or less. He shouldn’t have any feelings not placed within him that didn’t come from his host.
Is that what this is, then? Is this you looking for comfort?
Hoseok’s not sure how he feels about this. He’s never heard of someone manifesting comfort from their sleep paralysis demon. You’re one of hundreds of people he’s haunted. This shouldn’t be anything new even though it clearly is.
Maybe he’s just getting soft. Maybe being stuck in your mind made him soft.
He should have gotten out sooner.
Suddenly, you whimper. Hoseok about jumps out of his skin. He scrambles away from the bed, his eyes flying to see if you’ve somehow managed to rouse yourself without him noticing.
No, the paralysis holds, but only just. Your eyelids flutter, your fingertips twitch. Still, you don’t move. The emotions wafting off you shift from fear to yearning. His stomach churns and his head spins as the sensation registers. It’s even stronger than the anxiety. It’s just pure, unadulterated loneliness.
Hoseok takes a deep breath.
Damn it, you’re soft. And he’s soft for you.
He takes his cap off and runs his hand over his face, and then through his hair. He’s not much to cuddle with. As far as demons like him go, he’s kind of scrawny. To make himself look scary he has to lean on makeup and piercings and clothing. There’s only so much a glamour can do to make him look intimidating. And none of it’s easy to shed so … maybe if he just spoons you from behind you won’t notice how wimpy he actually looks?
Your breathing has picked up again, and you whine into the cool air of the bedroom. How are you doing that? Hoseok puts the question out of his mind as he toes off his shoes.
“Okay, fine, I’ll give you want, but just this once. Just because I missed you or whatever.”
He rounds the bed and carefully crawls on top of the sheets on the side opposite you. He tosses the pillows away, even the one wrapped in Jimbert or whatever’s shirt, so that he can come up behind you. He fits his body behind yours, the warmth of your body seeping like a warm tide into his clothes and his flesh.
He trembles. It’s been a while since he was this close with anyone. He’s a big spoon anyway, this is fine, but fuck, it’s kind of weird too.
After a few moments, he reaches around your middle and pulls you closer. Might as well really lean into this shit if he’s going to do it in the first place. Thank whatever that this is a solitary job. He’d never hear the end of it if one of his colleagues saw him comforting his hauntee like this.
For a moment, Hoseok wonders if this is doing anything for you at all. After a few minutes, however, your breathing slows, and you move of your own accord.
You nestle.
You nestle back into Hoseok’s chest. As if this shit is natural. As if it’s exactly what you needed. Your hand finds his, and squeezes it.
His heart drops.
This is more than he anticipated. And he’s horrified to realize that he kind of likes it.
The fear is gone from you, and so is the longing; the loneliness that was clouding your heart has been burned away like mist by the sun. Hoseok breathes in the scent of your skin at the nape of your neck. Sweet. Content. Strong.
Hoseok bites his lip.
Just a few more minutes like this. And then maybe he’ll leave. Can’t let himself get used to this. And you can’t get used to it either. He’ll let you have this moment together. Tomorrow morning he’ll get back to doing his actual job.
For now, he’ll let himself enjoy this with you for as long as he can muster.
Thank you for reading! Drop me an ask and tell me what you think. Find me in various places at my carrd :)
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posted: 7.4.2022
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we're going to get Big James and Tamar content this season I can feel it in my bones
#my obscure ship#my rarepair#even if they have a platonic onscreen friendship i'll be overjoyed#big james#tamar the chosen#the chosen series#the chosen bts#the chosen behind the scenes#the chosen s4#abe bueno jallad#amber shana williams
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They are just so cute I-
#stranger things#stranger thing bts#stranger things 3#stranger thing s3#babygirl steve harrington#platonic stobin#maya hawke#joe kerry#robin buckley#steve harrington#scoops troop
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