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love is gone
pairing: reader x jeon jeongguk
anon suggested: âI had this idea for a fic it's angst with a lot of heartbreak with soft smut based on love is gone by Slander ft. Dylan Matthew, basically the oc and jungkook have been in a relationship for two years but recently she's felt him drifting away from her and things aren't the way it used to be so she plans a super cute date night in hopes of saving their relationship which he agrees too but he doesn't come home that evening....when he does come home the next day and mentions they have to talk she knows what he's going to say but she thinks if she can show him one more time he'll feel how much she loves him...but in the end his love is gone.â
summary: Jeongguk tries to let you down easy.
genre: angst; smut; 18+;
content/warnings: POV shifts; boyfriend!jeongguk; established relationship;break up!au; hurt/comfort; make up sex (kinda lol); fingering,unprotected sex
soundtrack: love is goneâ by slander ft.Dylan Matthew (highly recommend listening to the acoustic ver)
a/n: writing this made me⊠đźâđš mark me down as sad and horny byeeeeeeeee. Also reader has brown eyes bc of reasons. Brown eyed girl supremacy, mwah!
word count: 1.4K
âȘ It tears me up when you turn me down. I'm begging please, just stick aroundâȘ
"Baby, let's talk."
Something about the way he said it made your heart crack. The tone of his voice, the softness of Jeongguk's words, there's a finality to it all that made you anxious for what came next.
"Can you come with me for a minute?"
You didn't want to have this conversation. You already knew where it would lead.
Everything in you wants to say no. But it's the first time you've seen Jeongguk in 24 hours and the first time he's held your hand in weeks, so you let him lead you outside, helpless against his touch.
You couldn't face him when you sat down on the park bench, and you're sure the words you've been avoiding will be written all over his expression, so instead, you look out at the horizon.
It was hurting you. Sitting at the bench with Jeongguk so close but so far away, the distance between you verging on strangers.
You had half a mind to lash out and accuse him of breaking up with you in public so you could accept it quietly and not cause a scene. But you know him.
You know your boyfriend was kind and gentle-hearted. He probably brought you out here because you loved sunsets, and he wanted to give you a nice memory even as he said goodbye.
In the distance, the sunset was a red-orangey glow, casting everything the light touched in golden warmthâbut you can't feel it. All you feel is ice-cold dread for what's about to happen.
So you beat him to the punch. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"
All the air rushed out of Jeongguk in a sigh. "Am I that obvious?"
You would have laughed at his question if it hadn't hurt you so much. "You've been avoiding me all week. Last night, you asked me for space, and now you want to 'talk.' We haven't talked in days. I might be blindly in love with you, but I'm not an idiot," you said, trying hard to keep the words from coming out bitter.
Jeongguk ran a hand through his hair, nerves on edge. Masked behind your anger, he could hear the hurt in your voice, and he hated being the cause of it. This wasn't easy for him, letting you go. But he couldn't keep you either.
"I think," he started. "I think we should start seeing other people."
At his confirmation, a hot tear slid down your cheek. Before you could wipe the tear yourself, Jeongguk reached out, closing the distance between you, and brushed the tear away with his thumb. He never could stand seeing you cry.
"Did I do something wrong?" You asked, barely keeping yourself together.
"No. Of course not. It's not youâ"
"âIt's me?" You finished, offering him a wobbly smile. "You don't have to say that just to be nice."
The look on your face made Jeongguk's chest ache so much he could barely breathe. "I don't wanna hurt you. . ."
"But you don't want to stay either?"
He doesn't answer that question; somehow, the silence between you only makes you feel worse.
"I see. . . "you said, nodding your head. "So that's why you didn't come home last night."
You fell asleep on the couch, waiting for him to find his way back to you so the picnic basket you packed remained untouched on the counter. You thought you could remind him of how great things used to be by recreating your first date at the park.
It involved fairy lights, wine, and homemade sweets filled with the love you hoped to remind him of. The love you hoped was still there.
Now you realize Jeongguk was never going to come back home to you. Not last night or any night after.
In a way, you're grateful. Considering the surprise you had planned, it would have been embarrassing if he had come home the night before.
Of course, you still made it to the park, but the situation was dramatically different now. But instead of making up, you were breaking apart.
"I'm sure you noticed how different things are between us now," said Jeonggguk. "Last night, I needed time alone to think. I tried to imagine myself without you. And the thing is, I couldâŠ.and it all felt so."
You bit your lip, holding back more tears. "Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?"
Jeongguk was quiet for a moment, and hope built in your chest, but it died just as quickly when you saw him shake his head no.
Jeongguk forced his face to stay neutral. "I will always love you, but just not in the way I wish I still could."
"So this is it then? We're over? Just like that?"
You want to cry, scream, and beg, but Jeongguk is still and calm beside you. So calm you know he's already decided to end things, and you know him well enough to know how stubborn he is that he won't change his mind now that he's made it up.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I understand if you don't want to be around me, I've already made plans to stay at Joons tonight if you prefer me gone."
That was the last thing you wanted. "No," You said, pushing down the sobs that threatened to come from your mouth. "Can you stay, please?"
Jeongguk hesitated, looking away from the face of the setting sun. "I'm not sure that's such a good ideaâŠ" He didn't want to give you the wrong impression that there was any way to salvage your relationship. And more than that, he didn't want to lose his resolve because a night with you would make it that much harder to walk away.
"Just for tonight? I don't wanna be alone." It felt stupid to want him there now when he was the cause of your pain, but Jeongguk was one of the few people in your life who knew how to comfort you. You wanted him close, even at the most inopportune moment.
The word 'no' was at the tip of his tongue, but he turned to look at you, and the hurt he found there in your big brown eyes had him saying 'yes.'
And he knows he shouldn't, but Jeongguk can't help but comfort you like he always has. Even though you broke up, it didn't change the fact that he still cared for you, still had love for you. He told himself it was just a reflex that had him reaching for your hand on the walk back home.
It's reflex that has him curling up next to you in bed and wrapping his arms around your waist to be the big spoon, as always.
Reflex that has him kissing away your tears, neck, and shoulder.
Reflex that has his hands sliding underneath your clothes to rub you through your underwear, desperate to make you feel good.
At least, that's what he tells himself.
And before he knows it, he's sinking into you with a groan, getting lost in the familiar warmth of your body.
You're so wet it was easy to slip inside, and even though he's already inside you, so close, naked body flush against yoursâit's not enough.
Jeongguk still wanted more.
He couldn't help but grip your thigh, lifting your leg to push in deeper, to feel more of you as his cock slid in and out of your heat.
It has to be a reflex because it can't be love that has his hips driving into you, over and over and over again.
It can't be love that has him moaning into your mouth, kissing you until you are both out of breath, till you clench around him and he spills inside you, filling you up so perfectly.
Because if it is love and not the memory of loving you that makes it so hard to pull away hours later when your tears have dried, and your heart beats steady as you sleep dreamless on the side of the bed that used to be hisâthen Jeongguk is making a mistake. It was possibly the biggest mistake of his life.
Jeongguk isn't sure he can live with being the one to break both of your hearts. But he'd rather end it all before your relationship's indifference could turn to something cruel. He'd finish it now before you could hurt each other further.
If he had thought about it more, Jeongguk might have seen the love hidden in his actions. That there was something here worth saving, worth fighting for.
But that wasn't what he wanted. Jeonguk didn't want to think of everything he was giving up walking away from you.
It was much easier to pretend his love for you was gone.
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I have a request for a headmate of mine who wants so many ids!
Since i want to see how youâll do this, a (trans)15 y/o mad scientist/inventor whoâs trying to take control over the world (Heavy lean on transharmful identities but any work!)
Feel free to make a picrew but itâs not needing - đžđ
I had a lot of fun with this tbh, if you want me to fill out the "n/a" sections lmk and I'll update them accordingly ^-^
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Name (very optional): Flare
Pronouns: they/he/she/splash/spark/solar/stab/point/acid/sci/đ/đ§Ș/đŹ/đ
Gender: sciencegender, experigender
Age: transage 15
IDs: transscientist, transprogrammer, transhandler, transworshipped, transcultleader, transalien, synharmful, transconabuse, transmurderer, transsnuffer
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i hate u, i love u
pairing: reader x seokjin
anon requested: âi hate u, I love u by gnash ft. olivia o'brien with jin an angst and smut. Y/N is jin's side chick but he always goes back to his gf... college au pleaseâ
summary: If loving Jin is wrong, you donât wanna be right.
genre: friends to lovers; angst; smut; fwb; 18+
soundtrack: i hate u, I love u â gnash ft. olivia o'brien
content/warnings: best friend!seokjin; established relationship, college!au, unrequited love, swearing, dirty talk, unprotected sex
word count: 1k
âȘ I hate you, I love you. I hate that I love you âȘ
It was a mistake to sleep with your best friend. You hadnât planned on ending your one-night stand together in anything but a night of pleasure. Jin was fresh out of a breakup, and it was messy and stupid, but you wanted to fix it for him, to take the pain away.
So when he kissed you, begging you to help him get over herâyou didnât hesitate. You kissed him back.
It was pity at first, and then lust, but soon after, much, much more than that.
Jin tasted like tears and salt and heartbreak. And every time he held your hand, had your back, or made you laugh,
And every kiss was a memory, a moment of passion brought to life with a new feeling.
Afterward, nothing was ever the same for you.
You loved him. And not like a friend.
Stupidly, when you started sleeping with Jin, you thought you would be unaffected. You knew what you were waking into. You werenât a blushing virgin, and Jin wasnât your time having a friend with benefits. You were a big girl; you could handle yourself. Or so you thought.
You both swore it wouldnât happen again, but it did. And it became a habit. Every time things ended with Jinâs on-again-off-again girlfriend, youâd find him in your dorm, too late for his arrival to be anything more than casual sex.
And tonight was no different. So you let Jin sneak into your dorm and steal kisses in the dark, whispering sweet things into your ear, calling you darling, baby, angel. The words melted on his tongue as sweetly as they melted your heart.
It was a mistake to take him as a friend and lover. Nothing about hooking up with Jin was easy. You knew a part of him was using you, but the sex.
All day long, all you could think about was his kiss.
You waited for the moment he would grab you by the waist, his hot breath on your neck.
âDid you miss me?â He whispered as he caressed your body.
And when his hands slipped between your thighs to rub at that sweet spot while his mouthâgod, his mouthâleft wet kisses down your neck, how could you say anything else but yes?
You liked how he kissed you, how his plush lips moved smoothly against yours, tongue hot in your mouth.
âYes,â you breathed. You liked how Jin touched you, rubbing sweet circles on your clit till you were a whining mess, till you couldnât help but beg for more. And heâd give it to you, sliding his thick fingers inside you when you needed it most, fingering you just right, making you see stars.
You liked how he fucked you, slow and deep, cock pounding into you while his hands held thighs apart, giving full access to claim your body as he saw fit.
âDo you like it when I fuck you like this?â Heâd tease, knowing you could only answer him with a moan.
He never really waited for an answer, preferring to swallow down your moans; each whimper of yours only drove him to move faster and deeper with every thrust till you lost your breath and mind.
You loved the feeling of him taking you completely, sliding his thick cock inside you. You didnât know that he was stealing more than just your breath away.
He stole your heart, too.
And you let him, giving yourself to him every other night like an offering; your body is soft and pliant, like a ripe peach, ready for the taking. Jin was all too eager to take a bite. Little by little, piece by piece. Until let him have you whole.
And when you came back down from the high, body still trembling, Jin wasted no time scooping you into his arms, curling you into his body. You laid in his arms, sure you could have him like this forever.
But forever only lasted as long as it took for his girlfriend to apologize.
A ping on the bedside table brings you both
back to reality. Jin reached for his phone, trying to cover the light from the notification, but you didnât have to see the message.
You already knew who it was from.
So why was it that this time, watching him put on his clothes in the middle of the night nearly broke your heart in two?
You stop him with a hand on his wrist before he can go. âJin, donât go.â
âWhat?â
âDonât go. I want you to stay.â
You donât say what you mean:
Please donât go back to her.
Please stay with me.
The words are on your tongue, but too much time has passed for you to tell him how you feel. All you can do is hold on tight, desperate to keep him by your side.
Jin freezes in your hold. âYou know I canât do thatâŠâ
âWhy?â you ask. âWhy do you always go back to her, even when sheâs the one that hurts you the most?â
Itâs this question that made Jin face you. He sat on the bed, reaching over to cup your cheek. Despite yourself, you canât help but lean into the touch like a lovesick puppy.
âBecause I love her. Iâll always go to her.â
And though his touch is gentle, the words hit you like a slap because it was the truth.
âYou understand, donât you?â
That was the thingâyou didâyou understood him more than you wanted to.
You hated him for that. But not enough. Not enough to make you turn him away.
Jin would always go to her.
And youâd always wait for him.
You loved Jin more than you hated him. You might have loved him even more than he loved her.
No matter how many times he hurt you, no matter how many times he ran back to her, you would always wait for his return because Seokjin was the only man you ever truly loved.
Too bad he wasnât yours.
#btshoneyhive#bangtanbathhouse#bts fanfic#seokjin x reader#seokjin smut#seokjin angst#bts fic#bts scenario#song fic#jin drabble#jin x reader#jin angst#jin smut#jin fic#my fics.đȘ#req fill.đŠ
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love language
pairing: reader x taehyung
anon requested: âIf requests are still open, can you do love language by kelahni with idol taehyung? Bonus if the reader is a American (or just a foreigner) living in Korea with okay proficiency in Korean. â
summary: Taehyungâs willing to learn all the ways to love you.
genre: slight angst; fluff
soundtrack: love language â kehlani
content/warnings: pg 13, established relationship, boyfriend!AU, inexperienced!reader, consent talk, mutual pining
word count: 1.3k
âȘ Said I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learnin' your love language âȘ
Taehyung was still learning how to love you.
Thereâd always been a language barrier between you, and you often failed to understand each otherâs language.
Most of the time, it was easy to read between the lines. To pick up on your silent cues, the way you leaned in when you were interested in what he had to say. How you lowered your gaze when you were feeling shy or bit your lip while fighting back a shy smile.
Itâs the same smile youâre wearing now, draped across his couch, cheesing over a romantic drama. He loved you like this: lighthearted and carefree. But lately, itâs a side to you heâd been missing.
And he hated breaking you out of your happy bubble, but Taehyung needed to speak to you to clear up something weighing on his heart.
âCan we talk?â
Thereâs hesitation in your eyes now that the questions have been asked. Taehyung waits for the tension to melt, patiently observing as you look him in the eye and nod.
âAre you not attracted to me?â
You blink, frozen in time for a second. And then burst into laughter.
âWhat?â You said the sounded light, letting Taehyung know youâre not exactly laughing at him or being rude, but he can still feel a slight blush creep up his neck.
âIâm serious,â He said, voice a bit more taunt.
âWait?â You said, growing serious. You turn away from the TV to face him on the couch. Your brows pulled together in a way Taehyungâs learned to read as âconcernedâ on your face. âReally?â
By now, Taehyung basically knew how to read you down to a science.
Some things were easier to learn than others. Early on, he figured out you werenât a morning person. He found it cute that you were always so grumpy during the early hours and that the little scrunch between your brows meant you werenât ready to talk before having caffeine. He quickly learned you appreciated him bringing you a cup of coffee more than a good morning call.
It took a little longer for him to learn you didnât care much for gifts. Over time, he began to understand that you valued his time over his money. You never cared about the wrapping for a giftâyouâd rather be wrapped up in his arms, spending sun-soaked days together in the park
And the little things, of course. Taehyung knew your favorite color and how to make your smile. He was fairly certain your love language was quality time (acts of service a close second). There were still parts of you he was desperate to know moreâsoul, mind, and body.
Taehyung cared more for physical touch. You, however, never seemed all that interested in being intimate. Whenever he tried to initiate something more than a kiss, you almost always slipped from his grasp, muttering a vague excuse.
âLatelyâŠâ He started, âIt seems like every time I touch you, you pull away. So I just thought?â
He knew something was wrong. It had to be him, didnât it?
You sent him a timid smile. âTaehyung, Iâm beyond attracted to you. Itâs not like that.â
âThen whatâs it like?â
A pause. âI justâI donât know how to explain it.â
âYou feelâŠâ Taehyung licked his lips, searching for the right words. âDistant. Like youâre holding back.â
âDo you not like me anymore? Is that why you donât want me to touch you?â
âWhat? No, of course not!â
âThen?â
âItâs the opposite.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI-I think I like you too much, and Iâm scared to be close.â
Taehyung often misunderstood the meaning behind your words. Usually, it was because you were using your own language or talking too fast.
This time the mixed message felt deeper than anything google translate could solve. Because you were speaking a language he understood, and he still couldnât make sense of what you meant.
âI donât understand.â
You sighed, covering your face with your hands. âNever mind. Itâs stupid. Forget I said anything.â
Gently, Taehyung reached out and pulled your hands away from your face. âItâs not stupid. I just donât understand yet. Can you explain it to me?â
It was quiet for a minute, but Taehyung didnât rush you. He rubbed his thumbs against your hands, hoping to calm your nerves enough.
âIâm not that experiencedâŠ.â You said finally, unable to look him in the eye. âSo the idea of being close to someone like thatâŠit feels..overwhelming?â
Taehyung felt his heart soften. âWe donât have to do anything you donât want to,â he said softly.
âI want to! Itâs not like I mean to pull away. I get nervous. Thereâs so much I donât know sexually, and I get in my head about things. Wondering if Iâm making the right move or what I like and what you like? I want our first time to be perfect, and I just-â
You stopped, burying your face in his chest. âThis is embarrassing. Iâm going to stop talking now.â
Taehyung laughed. He could tell you were mortified to reveal this information like you wanted to sink into the couch hide. But he found you to be adorable. âYouâre so cute,â he said.
It all made sense now. Your shyness, the awkward pauses. The way you seemed to want more but backed off every time things got heated between you. Relief coursed through him. All this time, he was worried for nothing. It felt good knowing you wanted him the same way he wanted you.
He took your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. âWe can go slowâŠwhatever pace you need. Thereâs no rush.â
The furrow in your brow fades, and Taehyung knows heâs said the right thing to calm your nerves. Still, thereâs doubt in your eyes.
âYou donât think itâs weird that I havenâtâŠyou know?â
He shook his head. âOf course not. But I think itâs weird that you didnât tell me.â
You try to look away then, but Taehyung doesnât let you, taking your chin in his hand until you make eye contact again.
âHey. I wanna know everything about you,â said Taehyung. âYour thoughts and your feelings. Even the things that make you nervous, even the embarrassing things you think you should hide.â
âReally?â
âReally.â
âI donât mind if that takes time,â Taehyung continued. âI can be patient. But I need you to be open with me moving forward. Can you do that?â
âI can do that,â you said, finally giving him a real smile. The one he loved so much that made your eyes sparkle and shine.
Taehyung scooped you up into his lap, happy to know the two of you were back on the same page. âSo, is this okay? Me holding you like this?â
You wrapped your arms around his neck. âI like it when you hold me.â
âAnd when I kiss you?â He asked, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
âI love it when you kiss me. And not just on my forehead. . .â
âHere?â He said, kissing your cheek.
âTaehyungâŠâ you whine.
âYeah? So you like this?â Said Taehyung, peppering you with kisses all over your face.
âTaehyung,â you giggled. âYou know what I mean. Kiss me for real.â
âMhmm,â he hummed. âDefine real. Youâre going to have to be more specific.â He knows what you want but canât make it easy for you now, can he?
âYouâre gonna make me ask?â
âWell, the last time I went in for a kiss, it didnât go so well.â
You rolled your eyes, and Taehyungâs sure he would have to tease you a bit more, but then you surprised him, closing the distance with a kiss. Itâs languid and sweet. Slow, saccharine goodness that has his mind running wild with possibilities. Thereâs still so much he wants to learn about you: how to calm your nerves, how to show you that youâre safe with him, how to love you, and how to make love to you. How to please you. What turned you on, what drove you wildâŠ
And he knows itâll take some time for you to be vulnerable with him. But if going slow means more perfect kisses like this, he doesnât mind the wait.
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heartbreak anniversary
pairing: reader x jeongguk
anon requested: âhello ⥠my request is an angst break up fic based on heartbreak anniversary with jeongguk please.â
summary: a run in with your ex has you seeking out closure.
genre: angst, fluff if u squint
content/warnings: flower shop!au, established relationship, unrequited love, breakups.
soundtrack: heartbreak anniversary â giveon
a/n: I had a lot of fun looking into the flower meanings on this one.I hope you enjoy it! (not betaâd).
word count: 2.4k
âȘ Heartbreak anniversary, do you ever think of me? âȘ
You met Jeongguk in spring when the world was flush with pink, petals carrying in the wind, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.
It was your first week of college when everything was exciting and new and so scary to be off on your own. On the first day of class, you ran into him, erupting in a flurry of notes scattered throughout the air when you collided.
You were too nervous and deep into your first-day meltdown to see the meet-cute for what it was. But how could you not fall for him? After he helped you pick up your notes, he flashed you a dimpled smile to settle your nerves and then, in a gesture of sheer kindness, insisted on walking you to your class to be sure you were okay.
It was so easy to fall in love with Jeongguk. How could you not? With a face like that and a heart of gold, it seemed like you were fated.
He was your first everything. First kiss. First love. First time. And back then, it really felt like heâd be in your life forever.
You made long-term plans. After graduation, youâd move in together, finish up your graduate studies, get married and spend the rest of your lives together.
Although Jeongguk didnât end up being in your life forever, he was only passing through.
He broke up with you in the fall, four years after that glorious first spring.
You only lasted a couple of months outside of college. It turned out that living together was all Jeongguk needed to realize he didnât want forever. You never got to see him with the cherry blossoms ever again.
Now you hate spring. It reminded you of false hope and broken promises. All the plans you made together, so easily discarded, like the cherry blossoms that bloom only to scatter in the wind.
You hate fall, too. Because you canât help but remember how the first of the leaves fell, sweeping across the park when Jeongguk took your hand and told you he wanted to end things.
âWhat are you saying?â
âI think we should take a break. â
âTake a break?â You asked through tears, âOr break up?â
âI justâŠ. feel like I already have my whole life planned out. And itâs too much. Itâs overwhelming. I canât make any commitments right now; my heartâs just not in it.â
Jeongguk never said the words, but you knew what he really meant. You were too much. The look in his eye was enough to tell you that wherever his heart was, it wasnât with you.
You remember how you felt on the walk home, cold and empty as the clouded gray sky above you. Ever since, gray skies only remind you of the day Jeongguk broke your heart.
Itâd been a year since Jeongguk broke up with you. Almost two years to the day, a year, and seven months if you were counting (and you were).
Youâre still not over him. Youâve been sulking in your apartment ever since the weather turned. Those cloudy, overcast fall days made you ache, and your breathing got just a little bit tighter.
Living in the same apartment you once shared was torture. Your days consisted of constant missing. You often lamented the space Jeongguk once took up: in your shared bed, wearing his oversized black t-shirt, staring at the box in the corner of your living room filled with the things he left behind (after a year, you should have returned them by now, but you couldnât bring yourself to do it).
Mostly you sat with the terrible aching questions of unrequited love. How could he walk away from all the memories you built together? And did he think of you half as much as you thought of him?
Today especially, let yourself be a mopey, utterly pathetic mess. One minute you were on the couch whining to yourself about never finding love again. And then you forced yourself to snap out of it, dusted the crumbs off your shirt, and gave yourself a pep talk.
Jeongguk wasnât the only one who could show you love. You could give yourself love, too. So instead of sitting around with a pint of ice cream, you got up, and went on a mission to your local florist: Spring Day Arrangements.
Okay, so you might have stolen the idea from some tik tok. But who cares? It got you out of the house, didnât it?
Besides, the creator of the positive self-care page @loveyourself had a point. When was the last time you did something nice for yourself? When you thought about it, you really couldnât remember. So you decided to treat yourself to one of your favorite bouquets.
The last time you received flowers, they were a gift from Jeongguk. Before you dated him, you used to buy yourself flowers all the time. So naturally, picking up your personal bouquet felt like a step in the right direction.
You took your time in the store, browsing around sunflowers, roses, and peonies before settling on the flower you always got: petunias.
The purple flowers always seemed sweet and dainty to you. You approached the florist, fully intending to ask for a bouquet of them, but stopped short upon seeing the slight grimace on his face.
âIs something wrongâŠâ you glanced down at the gold-plated name tag on his apron. âNamjoon? Are they out of season?â
The man gave you a tentative smile, cheek dimpling with the effort. âOh, itâs nothing like that. Itâs justâŠthose flowers have a negative connotation.â
You blinked in surprise. âReally? I always thought they symbolized hope.â
Namjooon hummed, wrinkling his nose a bit. âMhmm⊠Thatâs true. However, they are mainly known to represent anger and resentment.â
Geez. And to think you intended to buy these as a gift to cheer yourself up.
âSorry, I didnât mean to trouble you,â said Namjoon, reading the look on your face. âI just thought you might want to know if you were preparing a gift.â
You waved your hand. âItâs no trouble at all. Iâm glad you told me, as I meant to buy the flowers for myself.â
You sighed, looking around the shop, eyes trailing for a suitable flower substitute, when your gaze landed on a sad bunch of confetti balloons. Across the front, the wordsâ Happy Anniversary!â were printed cheerfully in primary colors, though the wilted spheres looked just as deflated as you felt inside.
âThose were the only flowers I wanted. But I guess Iâm better off leaving here empty-handed, huh?â
âIf you donât mind, could I arrange something for you?â
You smiled at his kind offer. âIâd like that.â
âAnything youâd like in particular? Perhaps a color I can go by?â
You shook your head, âSurprise me.â
Namjoon smiled, mentioning that heâd be just a minute before disappearing in the back.
Alone, you tapped your fingers against the counter and then explored the lux flora. You admired daffodils, carnations, and lilies, tilting your face towards them, leaning in to breathe in their fragrance. When you heard the tinkling of the store bell, you paid it no mind, off in your own world. So it came as a surprise when you heard someone call your name.
âY/n?â
You immediately freeze, dread creeping down your back. You anticipated this moment; youâd inevitably run into Jeongguk in this small college town but not here, in this little florist shop, on the anniversary of your break up.
The instinct to flee told you to duck behind the monstera plant next to you and hide, but it was too late; Jeongguk had already spotted you.
You sidestepped from around the flowers to face him even though, on the inside, you were panicking. This could not be happening.
Your heart was in your throat when, by the time, he stopped a few feet in front of you.
âHi,â He breathed out, voice light and airy.
âUm, hi,â you croak out. You glance over Jeonggukâs signature black look, trying to focus on anything but those bright brown eyes that always made you melt.
âWowâŠI-i didnât expect to run into you here.â
That was an understatement. You wished youâd chosen something to wear other than your gray sweat set to run into your ex but at least you werenât caught off guard in your PJs.
You picked at the bottom of your sweater. âIs running into me a good thing or a bad thing?â
âA good thing, really.â
Jeonggukâs voice was clear and even-toned. Still, it made you nervous to know you caught him by surprise.
Uncomfortable, you changed the subject. âWhat are you doing here?â
âJust picking up a gift,â he said, looking down.
Itâs then that you realize he has a bouquet in his hands. Pretty red roses arranged in pastel wrapping paper.
âOh,â you said.
A gift. Jeongguk said it so casually, like he was picking up groceries. But you know what those red roses meant.
He had a girlfriend.
Jeongguk looked down, long hair falling in his face as he lowered his eyes. At least he had the decency to look embarrassed, though it didnât do much to soothe the pain in your heart.
âI should get going,â he said, looking to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tick you knew all too well.
You nod, mumbling goodbye as you watch him hurriedly turn on his heel and stride toward the exit.
It dawns on you then that the person he bought those flowers for must be waiting for him. Maybe they were meeting on a date or spending a cozy night in; who knew? But the mental image of it, the mere thought of him devoted to another, shattered something in youâyou couldnât just watch him walk away. Not without an answer to the burning question that kept you up late at night.
âJeongguk, wait!â You said, feet carrying you to the door.
Jeongguk halted in his tracks, one hand in the door as he looked back at you over his shoulder.
The words tumble from your mouth. âDid you ever really love me?â
Jeonggukâs eyes are wide, like a deer caught in headlights. âWhat?â
âIâm sorry I have to askâI have to know,â you said. âBecause Iâm not okay. You ended us like it meant nothing like I meant nothing to you. And ever since, Iâve wondered, was any of it real?â
You spent months analyzing every aspect of your relationship, every last word, every message he sent, hoping to find proof that you hadnât loved him in vain, but you couldnât.
âOur breakup broke me, but you seem fine. You even moved onâand I donât resent you for that, I donât âI just canât understand how you walked away from me so easily,â you said, throat raw as you held back tears.
Jeongguk shook his head, a flurry of curls spiraling around his face. âHow could you think that? Of course, I loved you.â
You donât know if you shouldâve felt relief or agony hearing the word âloved,â but you listened to every word he said.
âIt wasnât easy,â said Jeongguk. He let go of the door and turned to face you. âEnding us was the hardest thing Iâve ever done. It was real. All of it was real.â
All tension leaves your body. Somehow, those were the words you needed to hear most. You needed to know that you werenât alone in mourning your relationship.
âIâm sorry,â he continued. âI didnât mean to hurt you. I just wasnât happy anymore.â
The words sound almost too good to be true. But when you saw Jeonggukâs eyes, soft and earnest, you knew he was telling the truth. You glance down at the bouquet in his hand, thinking of his new love.
âAre you happy now?â
Jeongguk nodded, lips curving into a small smile.
It takes all your strength to return that smile. âThen Iâm happy for you.â
âYou donât have to say thatââ
âI know,â you said. âBut I mean it.â
And you did. Even though it pained you to know the truth, youâd be lying if you said you wanted Jeongguk to move on. You were still in love with him and probably always would be, but that didnât mean you wanted him to be anywhere near as miserable as you.
And Jeongguk lookedâŠhappy. Even with the shock of seeing you, you could tell. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were shiny and bright, and he had that lookâthe one he used to give you.
But this time, you knew the love there was for another.
âSomeone like you deserves a lot of love,â you said. âIâm glad youâve found itâŠeven if I couldnât be the one to give it to you.â
âThanksâŠâ
Thereâs nothing left to say now. All the words between you have been spoken. But a weight has been lifted, and thereâs an easiness that you couldnât feel before.
âIt was really good to see you,â said Jeongguk, shifting on his feet. âTake care, (Y/n).â
ïżœïżœYou too,â you whisper.
And though your heart ached to say those three little wordsâyou donât.
Instead, you watched the man you loved turn around and walk away from you again. The bell chimed again, signaling his departure, but Jeongguk hesitated at the door, his back facing you.
âI think about you all the time,â he confessed. âEspecially in the spring.â
And then he was gone.
The silence that followed his absence was thick and heavy. You returned to the counter, lost in your thoughts. The minutes you spent in his company felt like hours, time so distorted you couldnât help but startle at the next voice to grace your ears.
âYour arrangements ready,â said Namjoon, holding up one of the most stunning bouquets youâve ever seen.
You gasped as he placed the blue and purple flowers in your hands. You gasped. âWhat are they?â
âColumbines, hydrangeas, and iris.â
âI hope they have a much better meaning than the petunias.â
Namjoon offered you a sympathetic smile. âI think these are much closer to the initial feeling you were going for.â
âTheyâre beautiful,â you said, still in awe of the delicate petals. How much do I owe you?â
âItâs on the house.â
You opened your mouth to protest, but Namjoon fixed you with a firm look that let you know there was no room to argue.
âItâs a gift.â
At his kindness, your eyes tear up. âThank you,â you said, wiping quickly at your tears.
âYou okay?â Asked Namjoon.
Thereâs a part of your heart that still feels a bit tender, but you canât deny that a part of you was relieved at the little closure you found.
No,â you said, cradling the bouquet to your chest. âBut I will be.â
Namjoonâs Bouquet:
Columbines (purple) - Resolution
Hydrangeas - Gratitude for being understood
Iris - Hope
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leave me lonely
pairing: reader x park jimin
anon requested: âhi there how about a angst and smut fic based on leave me lonely by ariana đ€â
summary: you decide to end things with your fwb
genre: angst; smut; fwb; 18+; pwp
soundtrack: leave me lonelyïżœïżœ ariana grande ft. macy gray
content/warnings: fuckboy!jimin; swearing; POV shift; soft!dom jimin, dirty talk, unprotected sex
a/n:Â anon you ne we specified which member so I decided to write it for jimin, I hope thatâs okay! not betaâd btw
word count: 1.2k
âȘ Youâre a dangerous love. Maybe youâre no good for me darling âȘ
âI hate it when you leave,â you said, clutching the bedsheets to your naked chest.Â
Jimin glanced at you over his shoulder with a sultry smile. âBut you love to watch me go, right?â
You couldnât argue with that, stealing another glance at ink his on his naked body as he pulled on a pair of pants. This thing between you had been going on for a couple of months now, and youâd never tired of the sight of him. However, that wasnât what you meant.Â
I hate it when you leave.
A chill ran down your spine when you thought of your last words. You startled yourself with the truth, but it was the truth. As your afterglow faded and you returned from your high, a clarity struck you like no other.
You needed to break things off with Jimin.
As you watched your lover dress, the words came tumbling out: âI think we should end this.âÂ
Itâs more instinct than forethought. Your timing couldnât have been worse. Hell, you were still naked in bed. Shouldnât you have been more composed at the end of your relationship?Â
Could you call it a relationship? When the only time you spent together was in hotel rooms having mind-blowing sex?
Jimin laughed at your words as if you were telling him a joke, âAnd here I was under the impression that tonightâs affair was already over? Or is this your coy way of asking for another round?â
As much as you hated to admit it, the question made you falter.
You spent all afternoon letting him tease you and take you apart. Ever the perfectionist, Jimin was never pleased until he had you dripping wet. Only after making you come twice did he finally take you, sinking into you with a sweet sigh as he arched your back and pressed you into the mattress.
Jimin always knew how to give it to you just right. Delicious slow strokes that made you pant had you fisting the sheets as he took you from behind. You could never get enough of how good it felt to have him inside youâthe thick stretch of him as he pushed you past your limits. Every inch of Park Jimin was satisfying. He was so good; every roll of his hips had you losing your mind. Â
And thatâs why it was so hard to let him go.Â
âI have to stop having sex with you.â
âYou want to stop?â Jiminâs full lips lifted into a smirk. âThatâs not what you were telling me earlier.â
You feel yourself flush at the memory of you begging Jimin to keep fucking you until you couldnât even think straight.
âDonât stop. Please, please, Jimin, I need it.â
âI know, baby. Youâre gonna cum arenât you?âÂ
âGo on, give it to me,â he cooed, his honeyed voice almost cloying with his tone so sweet, even as he pounded into you.Â
Itâs embarrassing, how desperate he made you. Even now, you could hit the thought of you together.
âIâm serious,â you said. Though really, you were still trying to find the strength in your conviction. âI canât keep doing this.â
Jimin threw on a white T-shirt, eyeing you with a cocked eyebrow. âDoing what?âÂ
âWatching you walk away.âÂ
Your arrangement was based on convenience: Mutual satisfaction with no feelings involved. It didnât matter that he wasnât yours. Park Jimin wasnât your type anyways.Â
Ever the charmer and the showman, you were convinced youâd never fall under his spell. No, the men you ended up loving were strong, silent types. With them, you never knew when your heart would fall. Playing that game was risky, and you almost always lost.
So you picked someone you believed you could never fall for. Being with Jimin felt safer. It was more comfortable stealing kisses in the night with the known heartbreaker knowing nothing more would come of it besides straight pleasure.
Jimin softened your words. He came to you, sitting at the edge of the bed as he cupped your face in his palm. âIf you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask.â His thumb brushed across your cheek, Jiminâs touch just as tender as his words, and that same tenderness made you want to run away.Â
Jimin could be rough in bed, relentless even, often claiming you with a brutal pace that had you gasping and trembling under him. He could be lewd with his tongue, purring into your neck about how you were such a good little slut, his filthy praise pushing you over the edge as his thick cock hit your g-spot. But afterward, he would always take care of you. Wrap you in his arms and pull into his warmth.Â
Sex with Jimin was always wild, but the aftercare was soft caresses and sweet kisses as you drifted to sleep.Â
It felt a lot like love.Â
You werenât in love with Jimin. What you shared was pure, unfiltered lust. You knew that much. But in moments like these, you knew that you could love him.
And for a minute there, when his warm body left your side, you felt the need to have him near. You knew that you would want him to stay one day, to keep him for yourself.Â
But Jimin wasnât a love to be tamedâhe was dangerous.Â
Playing with Jimin was like playing with an open flame. How long could you hold your hand over the fire before you got burned? Or worse? If you kept this up, you were sure the flame of his love would consume you, burn you inside out till all that was left of your heart was ashes.Â
âAnd if I ask you to leave and never come back. . .Could you do that?â
Jimin blinked, surprised. And for a second, it almost looked like your request hurt him. But then his expression shifted into the laissez-faire smile you knew all too well.
He dropped his hand from your cheek. âSo itâs over? Just like that?â
âI donât think weâre very good for each other.â
âI thought that was the point?â
The opposition to your attraction was supposed to give you free rein: no ties, no binds, no real relationship. And no expectationsâleast of all, the expectation of staying.
âThis is good, âsaid Jimin, reaching out to take your hand. âWeâre good. Youâre good for me.â
âWell, maybe youâre not good for me, Jimin. Have you ever thought of that?â you snapped.
Jimin slipped his hand from yours, and you winced at the ache the lack of contact left behind. âSorry. . .â You said, voice breaking.
âOne way or another, this was always going to end for good, right?â Youâd instead end it now, before this feeling, this need for him could get any worse. Youâd rather be lonely than risk the pain of love.
âIs that what you want?âÂ
âYes.âIt was the best decision, even if you couldnât look him in the eye as you made it. Still, you could see his jaw clench as he steeled himself against your words.
âFine, then,â said Jimin, running his fingers through his long brown locks. âIâll leave and never come back.â
He doesnât need much to cross the room and finish dressing. But the silence of his movements took up all the space in the room, making minutes feel like hours.
âJust remember you asked for this, (Y/n).âÂ
You canât help but look up when you hear the door click open, searching for something in the look he casts behind. Something more than a goodbye.Â
But thereâs nothing there. All you see is the broken look in Jimin's eyes and the door closing behind him.Â
âYouânot me.â
#bangtanbathhouse#btshoneyhive#btswritingcafe#jimin smut#jimin x reader#jimin angst#jimin fic#bts fic#bts scenario#bts drabble#poc reader#my fics.đȘ#req fill.đŠ#Bts
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stand by me
pairing: reader x yoongi
anonymous requested: âcould you do some min yoongi fluff with stand by me by ben e king?â
summary: yoongi becomes your knight in black leather.
genre: slight angst; fluff;
soundtrack: stand by meâbene e. king
content/warnings:Â childhood friends to strangers to friends again; gang!au; biker!yoongi/ cat calling; sexual harassment. Â
a/n: Iâm sure you werenât expecting bikergang!yoongi for this request lol but thatâs where my brain went Iâm sorry lol. I hope itâs still cute for you âĄÂ
word count: 1.5k
âȘ No, I won't be afraid. Oh, I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me âȘ
Five minutes into your walk home and you already regretted the decision.
Girls night had started to turn into girls morning, and you werenât exactly in the mood to stay out. Not wanting to ruin their fun, you bid your friends goodnight and made your way home. At first, you werenât concerned about walking by yourself; The bar was only a couple blocks from your highrise apartment, and youâd be home in no timeâfifteen minutes tops.
But now that you were alone with a cat-caller on your trail, you thought you should never have left in the first place. The man eyeing you from across the street put a shiver down your spine.
âWhere you going, baby?â
In your head, you cursed your decision to wear a crop top and short dress tonight now that youâd been unlucky enough to gather unwanted attention. Fear told you not to respond. You did your best to keep your head down and avoid eye contact.
âOh, come on, donât ignore me, beautiful!â
It was so dark out; not even the sliver of moon could light your path home. Only one street light blinked on in the distance, but it was at least a block away.
You could hear his footsteps behind you, and your heartbeat quickened. You sped up your pace, too.
For a second, you were afraid. Your mind filled with all the terrible ways this night could end. So much could go wrong before you reached the safety of the light. More than anything, you wished you werenât alone.
âIâm just trying to pay you a compliment!â said the stranger, persistent in his pursuit.
If you had to defend yourself, you would. You reached inside your purse, finding your pepper spray and gripping your keys between your fingers like talons, just in case.
And then suddenly, as if the universe heard your silent plea, you werenât alone after all.
A deep voice rang out nearby. âI donât think sheâs interested.â
Youâd know that voice anywhere.
Yoongi. Your Yoongi. The kid in your neighborhood who used to be your friend and your fiercest defender. At once, all your fears ceased. With Yoongi by your side, youâve never had to be afraid.
He looked different now. Older. Serious. But undeniably handsome as he leaned back against a motorcycle. You donât know how you missed it, too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice his bike parked on the side of the street. But you couldnât be happier recognizing the sleek â7â decal that marked the vehicle as belonging to one of the notorious gangs in the city.
âIn fact,â continued Yoongi, âI know sheâs not interested.â Others might have been scared to have a member of Bangtan approach them, but relief washed over you as Yoongi came to stand by you, shielding you with his body from the unwelcome stranger. âBut if youâre interested in keeping your pathetic excuse of a life, Iâd suggest you walk away now.â
Maybe it was the look in Yoongiâs eyes, dark gaze glinting something dangerous as he stared down your offender. Or perhaps he, too, had noticed the warning sign glinting on the bike, but that was all it took for the man to run off, leaving you with your savior.
He wasnât exactly a white knight, switching out the shining armor for a black leather jacket and jeans, but still, he left you breathless. Upclose youâre struck by the details of change: the piercings in his ear, the long shaggy hair, and most noticeably, the long, red scar that ran down his eye. So much about him had changed, but his dark gaze still seared you when your eyes met.
For a minute, itâs just quiet as you take each other in. Awkward silence sets in as youâre unsure what to say or where to begin. Youâd thought of Yoongi many times and always imagined youâd be better put together the next time you met. So much time had passed, yet here you were, still a damsel in distress and seemingly no more confident.
Yoongi broke the silence first. âItâs been a while, huh? I see you still need me to look out for you.â
You rolled your eyes, even as your heart lightened hearing his usual banter. âFor the record, I didnât need your help back there. I was prepared to defend myselfââ
âUh huh, sure.â
ââBut Iâm glad I didnât have to. Thank you,â you said, offering him a genuine smile.
Yoongi didnât respond, shrugging off your thanks with a cool nod as he broke eye contact. But if you didnât know any better, youâd think the pink warming his cheeks wasnât just from the cool night air.
When his eyes returned to you, he cocked his head to the side, gaze flickering over your figure in a way that made you squirm.
After a long pause, he said, âYou still look the same.â
You looked down at your hands, heart racing for the second time tonight for an entirely different reason. âIs that a good thing or a bad thing?â
âGood. Definitely, good.â
The silence that slipped over you now didnât feel awkward anymore. You looked back up at Yoongi, feeling comfortable in his presence, warm like the orange glow of the overhead streetlight. And just like that, youâre slipping into the time before. Memories of scraped knees, black eyes, wiped tears, and pastel bandaids. All the pain, laughter, and childhood nostalgia breathing in the space between you.
You know your family moved away with the best intentions: safer neighborhoods, better education, more opportunities. Maybe moving was for the best, but youâd left your heart with the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Because you never really got over itâlosing your best friend.
You wonder if itâs just you, all in your head with your one-sided feelings. But then Yoongiâs eyes softened, and you know itâs not all in your head. He felt it, too, the affinity that somehow lingered after all these years.
âLet me take you home,â said Yoongi, lips lifted in a half smile.
âOh, thatâs not necessary. I can make the rest of the way by myself.â
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. âOh, I get it. Too good to be seen with someone like me on this side of town, huh?â
Heâs teasing. But still, you panic a bit at the implication. âNo, no!â you said, waving your hands. âThat notâ I just meant you donât have to do that. I donât want to put you out. I donât mind being seen with you, honestââ
âY/n,â he said, cutting you off. âDonât you think I know you better than that? Iâm just messing with you.â
You huffed out a sigh, both relieved and annoyed that he still could work you up like that. Yoongi just chuckled.
âYouâre not a burden to me,â he said, leaning in to look you in the eyes. âI only asked to take you home because I wanted to.â
Yoongi walked over to his parked bike only to pause when he noticed you hesitating behind him. âWhat?â
You couldnât help yourself; you had to ask: âWhy are you being so nice to me?â
At that, Yoongi laughed, turning back to face you. âIâm sorry, should I not? Would you prefer it if I were an asshole?â
âItâs just,â you started suddenly feeling self-conscious. âYou have no reason to be. Itâs been years since we last talked. . .and Iââ
Guilt kept you from saying what you were thinking out loud.
I left you behind.
You always felt ashamed you didnât keep in touch with your friends from the past. Yoongi had every right to resent you for that, yet there was no animosity in his eyes as he looked at you.
Yoongi shook his head, seemingly reading your mind and all the doubts. âIt doesnât matter how long itâs been or how far you go. Iâm always going to stand by your side. You canât get rid of me that easily.â
Something about the sincerity of those words stunned you to tears. âYoongiâŠâ
Of course, he noticed the twinkle in your eyes. âYouâre such a baby,â he reproached. But despite his admonishing words, you heard the grin in his voice.
âCome on,â he said, swinging a leg over his bike.
You could only watch him in awe, wondering how you could be so lucky to have someone like Yoongi return to your life.
âDarling,â he said, voice dipping low as he held up the helmet to his bike. âIâm not asking.â
You bite your lip, barely containing your grin, as you take the helmet from his grasp and hop on behind him.
âGive me your phone.â
You obeyed his command, watching as he saved his number in your contacts.
When he finished, Yoongi looked over his shoulder at you. âThe next time youâre in trouble, call me, yeah?â
You nod, smiling softly to yourself as he checks the strap on your helmet. When satisfied with the fit, he turned around and started his bike, the vehicle roaring to life.
âHold on tight,â he shouted, voice booming over the engineâs purr.
So you do. You wrapped your arms around Yoongi and rested your cheek against his strong back, breathing in his scent: leather, mint, and something else that reminded you of home. This time, no matter what curves life throws your way, you know you wonât let go.
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better off
pairing: reader x jeongguk
@moonchild1â requested: âI was just listening to better off by ariana (one of my favourites) so I thought Iâd recommend it for a angst and smut fic with jungkook the lyrics says it allâŠâ
summary: things get messy after a one night stand with your labelmate
genre: angst; smut; celebrity!au;18+;
soundtrack: better offâariana grande (highly recommend listening to this version )
content/warnings:Â fake dating; friends with benefits;Â fuckboy!jeongguk; swearing; mentions of sex
a/n:Â this took me entirely too long to write đ I made so many drafts and I still cut in in half smh. also not betaâd bc I just need it to get this story out of my head!!Â
word count:Â 3.3k
âȘ Iâm better off without him. Iâm better off being a wild oneâȘ
âFancy seeing you here.â
You jumped and let out a little curse when the champagne sloshed out of the pretty flute in your hands. Youâre taken back by the sweet, familiar voice cutting through the afternoon quiet.
âSorry,â he said, âI didnât mean to startle you..â
Youâd know that voice anywhere. Of all the places you worried about running into your exâin the studio, at the label, on the red carpetâyou never imagined running into Jeongguk on the rooftop of a strangerâs party.
Your ex. If you could even call him that. Your relationship had been little more than a PR stunt. But you couldnât avoid him forever, not in this business. You set the flute on the balcony and turned around. One way or another, you were always going to have this conversation; you just thought youâd have more time to put away your feelings before facing him again.
Jeongguk looked good. Breathtaking in an all-white fit that made him stick out amongst the glittering metallic hues of the partygoers downstairs. With his hair swept back from his face, he was handsome as ever and pretty like a heartbreak.
âItâs okay,â you said. âYou just caught me off guard. I wasnât expecting anyone to come up here. . .â You thought no one would miss you from the party downstairs, that youâd finally get some time to yourself. But you should have known better.
The second you set foot in the city, Jeongguk was all you could think about. He was always on your mind, and it wasnât just because his face was on every billboard. Of course, Jeongguk was at this party. You might as well have conjured him up.
Seeing him here felt like your mind was playing tricks on you, but it was only a matter of time. You were constantly spinning in each otherâs orbits, so it shouldnât have come as a surprise.
That strange magnetic pull led Jeongguk right here, right back to you. After the distance the oceans put between you on tour, you convinced yourself that you were over him. But instead, you felt weak just looking at him.
âItâs good to see you again,â you started, defaulting to small talk.
Jeongguk quirked an eyebrow. âDo you really mean that? I know youâve been avoiding me.â
âDonât be silly,â you said, voice calm and even, a technique you picked up on through all those press tours and interviews where you had to conceal the truth. âIâm not avoiding you.â
Of course, that was a lieâyouâd been avoiding Jeongguk ever since you slept together.
You couldnât deny it. Your actions made it obvious; you declined all press events since youâve parted ways, hoping to avoid any headaches it might cause to be in the same room with Hollywoodâs Golden Boy.
Jeongguk knew you were lying because he knew all your tells (how you fidgeted with your hands and bit your lip, how you couldnât look him in the eyes). He also knew he was in love with you and had been for some time now, so it broke his heart to know you were purposely keeping your distance.
But he wouldnât call you out on it. Jeongguk couldnât believe you were here. Really here. Not dream or his imagination, but standing just a few feet away. Any sudden moves, and just like last time, youâd bolt away; he wasnât gonna make the same mistake twice. Now that you were finally here, he wouldnât screw up his one chance to talk to you. So instead of calling your bluff, he said: âWhy didnât you tell me you were back in LA?â
âIâve just been really busy,â you said, a convenient truth. Youâd been hiding behind promotions of your new album for months now, blaming your absence on your tour, bouncing from city to city. But Jeongguk knew the truth.
âToo busy for me?â He asked, sounding more vulnerable than he intended.
You shrugged, still not making eye contact. âWasnât that the plan all along? I hear youâre pretty busy, too. Congrats on your Grammy nomination, by the way.â
Jeongguk knew what you were implying. The relationship had never been genuine. It was all a show arranged by your label to benefit your careers. You made each other look good; it cleaned up Jeonggukâs image to be seen with Americaâs sweetheart and made you the object of all desire and attention, posing on the arm of everyoneâs favorite bad boy. A win-win situation. And it worked; the plot succeeded. There was no reason to be together nowâand you clearly didnât feel a need to keep in touch. So why was it so hard for Jeongguk to walk away?
âI should go,â you said, breaking the awkward silence. âMy manager will kill me if I donât at least try to mingle at this party.â You were just about to walk past him, to leave him alone again, but Jeongguk grabbed your wrist.
â(Y/n), wait,â he said, voice soft. The touch wasnât forceful; you could break away if you wanted to. But feeling the heat of his skin on yours was enough to stop both of you in your tracks.
âIf I donât say this, Iâll never forgive myself.â He paused to take a breath and the right words because he couldnât mess this up. âEver since that nightâI havenât stopped thinking about you.â
You couldnât get it out of your head either; Jeonggukâs touch still lingered. The memory of it all was imprinted on your mind. Every time you closed your eyes at night, you were there, in that room with him. You kept replaying the kiss that led you into his bed. How it started out curious and sweet before dissolving into passion. The way it felt when his tongue slid into your mouth, and the sound he made after, moaning quietly against your lips. You wish it all happened in a blur, but you remember everything clearly. The shift from the couch to the bed. The slow caress of his hands exploring your body, laying you bare before him. His voice, raw with desire, asked you if you wanted it, if you were sure. And when you said yes, the feel of him was hot and heavy as he pressed into you, sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine as he took you for the first time.
You couldnât stop thinking about itâthe way his touch lingered on your body, hot palms sliding up your waist, the caress of his breath on your neck, the pump of his cock inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edgeâit was all too much. Youâd be lying if you said youâd never imagined being with him before. But fantasizing about it and actually experiencing it were two very different things.
At the moment, all you felt was lust and longing and another L word you werenât quite ready to admit to yourself yet. Jeongguk left you aching in more ways than one. You didnât think about the consequences of your actions that night, consequences that you were still facing to this day because you let things get too far.
You shook your head, clearing away your heady thoughts as you pulled your hand from his. âThat night was a mistake.â
Jeongguk agreed with you on this; it was a mistake, but not for the reasons you might think. It was his fault for moving too fast, closing the gap between you to steal a kiss that turned into so much more. He should have waited, taken things slow. Jeongguk knew he was falling quicker than you, that you werenât ready to meet him halfway, to let him catch you when you fell, but he gave into the heat of the mommet.
He didnât regret it. The sex was mind-blowing, the best heâd ever had, but heâd throw the whole night away if it meant he could keep you by his side.
Jeongguk took a step toward you. âMaybe,â he said. âBut I canât act like it didnât happen.â
You frowned at his admission. Your relationship never shouldâve gotten this complicated. You had rules to avoid this kind of thing:
No meetings outside of work. Keep things strictly business.
No PDA outside of the public eye.
No contact after the end of your contract. Cut off all communication once the publicity stunt was over.
You remember Jungkook teased you when you came up with the rules. âDonât fall in love with me,â he laughed, a smug grin on his face. At the time, you waved him off with a scoff. Jeonggukâs reputation was his own warning label, the long list of broken hearts that trailed behind him like a big, sad, red flag. As if youâd ever fall for such a man? He was everything you didnât want in a partner: egotistical, selfish, immature.
Except, as you got to know him, Jeongguk ended up being none of those things. And you ended up breaking every rule except for the last one. You became friends, or so you had thought until you landed in bed with him. Worst of allâyou developed feelings for him. And you knew no matter what happened that night, Jeongguk wasnât capable of feeling the same way.
Youâve always placed too much importance on love, a romantic to a fault. You hoped it would find you at the right time, with the right personâwhatever this was with Jeongguk didnât fall into either category. It was all wrong, not on your terms, not how you thought it should be. You werenât about to risk your heart with LAâs most notorious fuckboy when youâd finally reached the height of your career.
So now you were desperately clinging to the last rule. It was silly to want to adhere to the rules after the fact. You knew that. But right now, that rule was the only thing keeping you from falling off into the deep end.
You held out your hand, keeping him at armâs length. âI think we should stop while weâre ahead. Before anyone gets hurt.â
Before I get hurt.
You didnât miss the pained look on his face at your words. âIs that really what you think of me? After everything weâve been through, you still think Iâd hurt you?
âYou will,â you said, shrugging. âNot on purpose, but you will. When you lose interest, when this novice interest wears off, youâll go back to being who you are.â
âIf you ran from me because you think Iâd change my mind and regret it, I donât.â
His words hit you with a wave of relief, but you shoved those feelings down deep. Your mind flashed back to the night things fell apart. When you slipped out of Jeonggukâs arms and rummaged for your clothes on his bedroom floor before sneaking out the door. Not your finest moment. But you couldnât stay and fall in love with someone who could only pretend to love you back.
âI donât wanna hear this,â you said, rounding on your heel quick to make your way back downstairs.
Jeongguk didnât miss a beat. He followed you, long legs effortlessly keeping up with your strides.
âIâm not the same man I was when you met me. Or at least, I donât wanna be. Just give me a chance to prove that I can be better.â
âFunny, I donât remember that being part of the contract,â you said, voice clipped.
âWill you give it up already? The contracts over,â said Jeongguk, frustration leaking into his voice. âIâm not pretending. Havenât been for a long time.â
Jeongguk stopped faking it months ago. It was long before the night you slept together when he realized he wasnât holding your hand because someone was taking a photographâbut because he wanted to. For so long, having you around and keeping you close was all feeding into a perception. The false romance the media spun about you. But now, that perception was more like reality than anything else. Because something about your hand in his felt right.
He wouldnât let you walk away, not again.
âI donât care that the contractâs over; I donât want you out of my life,â he said.
You stopped in your tracks, frozen by his words. Jeongguk knew this was the only chance heâd get, so he ran with it. He crossed over in front of you, words tumbling from his mouth before you could get away. Â
âAfter all that time we spent together, it was strange not having you by my side. It felt wrong. Even playing music didnât feel right without you singing by my side in harmony. Youâre my best friend, and I canât stand having you ignore me. But I donât wanna go back to the way things were before. That. . .that night changed everything.â He licked his lips, preparing himself to say the words in his heart that heâd been keeping in for so long now. âY/n, Iââ
âStop,â you said, voice breaking at the end. âStop saying things like that, stopââ
Making me fall for you, you thought. . .You were so afraid of Jeonggukâs next words, what hearing them might do to you. Â
Jeongguk could see it. âWhat are you so afraid of?â
A million things. Iâm afraid that if we do this, Iâll be the one who loves most. Like all the others before, Iâm afraid youâll grow tired of me and move on to the next pretty bright star. Iâm afraid that weâll ruin the relationship, that everything good between us will end, and that youâll never speak to me again when it does.
But how could you say that? How could you even begin? Youâd never been good at stating your feelings and putting your emotions out thereâand that was without love in the equation.
So instead, you said: âI just wanna be friends.â
Jeongguk sighed. âWell, I donât want that. I donât wanna be your friend; I want something deeper. And I think you want that, too.â
Something about that statement and the yearning look in his eyes made your heart stutter.
âYou donât mean that,â you said, ignoring his comment about your wants, your desires.
âI do,â he said. âI want more. I want us.â
You faltered, taking a step back as Jeongguk moved towards you. He said all the right things, everything you wanted to hear, everything you hoped for, but you couldnât believe it because of everything he said before.
You could still hear his voice. The warning. The laugh.
Donât fall in love with me.
You shook your head. âYouâre not exactly the relationship type. You said it yourself, donât even believe in love.â
âThat was before you,â he said.
You sucked in a sharp breath. How could Jeongguk have changed his mind so quickly? What game was he playing? The idea that he could switch on and off his emotions upset you.
âNo,â you said, denial switching into anger. âYou donât get to do that. You donât get to make up your own rulesââ
âFuck the damn rules,â Jeongguk closed the gap between you, grabbed you by the waist, and kissed you. All your protests went out of your mind the minute his mouth was on yours. Jeongguks lips were soft as they worked against yours. This kiss was better than the one that started this mess. Better and maybe worse, because then at least youâd been able to tell yourself it was a one-off. But this? This kiss wasnât an accident.
Jeongguk was intentional with his caress, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, kissing you deeper, kissing you senseless. Slow and sensual, but also like heâd fuck you on this roof if he could. Hell, it felt so good you might just let him. For a second, you gave in, leaning into his touch and the delicious feel of his solid body against yours. You moaned at the sensation, and the sound of your own voice, high and needy, broke the spell.
âI canât do this,â you panted, chest still heaving as you came up for air.
Jeongguk rested his forehead against yours, grip still tight on your waist. âDonât run from me again. Please.â
You felt yourself splitting in two, torn between wanting to be with him and protect your heart.
There must be something wrong with youâwhy were you so frightened? How broken were you that youâd turn away from love the first chance you got? Here it was, right in front of you, and yet, you couldnât bring yourself to reach out and grab it.
You didnât want these feelings. You hated getting this emotional that Jeongguk could have this much power over you.
But if you were really honest with yourself, youâd never be ready for a love like his. A love so all-consuming. You wished your feelings didnât run so deep. But you couldnât fight it; itâs like you were cursed. All you could do was run from it.
âI have to go,â you said, shifting in his embrace.
âWill you just listen to meââ
âI have!â You said, voice cracking. âI have been listening! Iâve been sitting beside you for all the interviews, press, and parties, and I know you tell people what they want to hear. You know how to say the right thing at the right time, but rarely is it ever the truth.â
âThatâs different, and you know it. What I feel for you is real.â
âAll of this started on a lie, so how could it be real?â
Jeongguk took your hand and pressed it against his heart. You could feel its rapid beat underneath your palm. âLook me in the eye and tell me you donât feel this.â
âI feel nothing,â you said. But you gave yourself away. You bit your lip. And Jeongguk knew your tell.
âYouâre lying,â He growled. Jeongguk could feel you slipping away, but he didnât know how to keep you with him. âWhat do I have to say to get you to see that Iâm in this? That I want it?â
It didnât matter what he said. You couldnât give in to the ache. You couldnât trust him with your heart.
âI have to go,â you repeated. You pushed at Jeonggukâs shoulders, breaking from his grasp.
âThereâs something here, something real between us, and youâre too scared to see it through.â
Maybe he was right, but you wouldnât change your mind. You wouldnât wait for Jeongguk to grow tired of you and kick you to the curb. No, you wouldnât even give him a chance. Youâd do it first.
You looked away from him, unable to stand the pleading in his eyes. âDonât make this harder than it has to be.â A single tear rolled down your cheek. âJust let me go,â you said, swiping at your face as you stepped back.
â(Y/n), please,â he whispered, voice quiet but fierce. âDonât do this. Stay.â Â
There was an ache, deep down in your bones, everything in you begging you to let him in, to see what could be. But you wouldnât walk back towards him.
âIâm sorry,â you said, tears blurring your vision as you escaped, nearly tripping in your heels as you ran down the stairs to the ongoing party below.
As you made your way through the bedazzled crowd, you tried to convince yourself you were doing the right thing.
Iâm better off, you thought. You werenât in a place right now to be in a relationship, and neither was Jeongguk. It was better to end things before they got out of hand, before there was irreparable damage, wasnât it?
And you had work to do, didnât you? Ending things this way might hurt now, but you could distract yourself from the pain. There was still your busy schedule on tour. Youâd be on the road, bouncing from city to city. With the time apart, your feelings would fade into nothing, and youâd be able to be in the same room with him without feeling like your heart would leap out of your throat.
You were certain that youâd have your emotions under control the next time you saw his face.
By the time you reached the door, you had almost convinced yourself that you were better off without him.
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quit
pairing: reader x jeongguk
anon requested: âjust thought of this while listening too it but how about a smut and angst fic with jungkook based on the song quit by cashmere cat ft. ariana grande...â
summary: your ex to shows up at your apartment in the middle of the night.
genre:Â angst; smut;Â exes to lovers; 18+; pwp
soundtrack: quitâ cashmere cat ft. ariana grande
content/warnings: fuckboy!jeongguk; swearing; POV shift;Â dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n:Â not betaâd btw
word count: 1.2k
âȘ Weâre heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. But I canât hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine âȘ
Itâd been months since you last talked to Jeongguk; you cut off all communication. No texts, no phone calls. You couldnât bring yourself to pick up the phone knowing it was him on the other side. The ringing sent your heart rolling, a deep, sinking feeling that settled in your chest and never quite went away, even when the phone calls stopped coming in.
And yet, here he was, standing at your doorstep as if no time had passed.
âJeongguk. . .?â You found yourself frozen at the sight of him, spellbound by those doe-like eyes as always. Everything about him made you ache. He looked the same, dressed the same: all black, tattoos peeking out at his shoulder and wrists. But some things were different. His hair was longer, new piercings, too. Still, he was breathtaking.
Immediately, you wished youâd dressed better when you answered the door instead of looking scrubby in an oversized t-shirt. Jeonggukâs t-shirt. You wished youâd never opened the door in the first place. You donât know what you expected when you flung open the door, but it wasnât him. All you could do was stare and wonder what the hell he was doing here.
âI needed to see you,â said Jeongguk, answering your unspoken question. He looked down at you beneath his lashes, eyes dark, heady. âCan we talk?â
You crossed your arms over your chest. âWe both know youâre not here just to talk.â
Jeongguk chuckled, tonguing the side of his cheek as he stepped forward. âYouâre right.â
You should have stepped back when he crossed the threshold, but you hesitated, that all too familiar musky, sweet scent of him flooded your senses and clouded your judgment.
âI want you.â
And thatâs all it took. Jeongguk grabbed your jaw and kissed you, and all the walls you built to keep him out, to keep your heart safe, came crumbling down.
Jeongguk was all over you, and every sensation had you falling deeper, lost in him and the magnetic pull of his body. The cold kiss of steel at the corner of your mouth; the strong hand cupping the back of your neck, pulling you close as he kissed you senseless; the heat of his body when he pressed you against the wall, cock throbbing between your thighs.
And you didnât stop himâworse; you wanted him closer. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he picked you up, gripping you by the meat of your thighs. It all happened so fast. You hadnât even realized heâd kicked the door shut and carried you off into the bedroom until he laid you down on the bed.
Ever since you broke up, youâd been trying to ignore it: the part of you that craved him, still wanted more. You loved him; there was no denying it. But you werenât good for each other. Everyone always told you to keep your distance from Jeongguk, that he was nothing but trouble. And deep down, you knew they were right.
Jeon Jeongguk was the devil.
So what the hell were you doing fucking your ex?
Thereâs something wicked about the way Jeongguk had you succumbing to his every need. The way you bend for himâquite literally- folded in half with your legs slung over his shoulders, pinned beneath the delicious weight of his body. Something sinful about the snap of his hips, the way his thick length stretched you past your limit as you cried out against the pleasure. Jeonggukâs pace was brutal as his hips pistoned into yours, hitting that spot that made you see heaven.
âFuck, your tight,â Jeongguk groaned. You clenched down on him, walls fluttering at the sound of his voice in your ear. âAnd so wet. Whenâs the last time someone fucked you properly, baby?â
His words made you flush, but nothing was more embarrassing than your current position. You were a mess: thighs shaking, creamy cum dripping down your ass. You swore it would never happen again, but here you were, squirming underneath him, damn near breathless.
âDid you miss me?â
You didnât replyâyou couldnâtâmind still swarming from you high. You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone speak.
âI missed you,â Jeongguk said, licking a stripe up your throat that made you shiver, âMissed this pussy.â
He was relentless with his strokes, fucking you like he was making up for lost time: balls deep, burying himself inside you over and over again, like he couldnât get enough. You whined and whimpered from the overstimulation, how itâs too much, too fast, but Jeongguk just kissed you through it, till the pain turned into pleasure. Tender, sweet kisses all over your face, your neck, your chestâeven though his thrusts were anything but.
The way he fucked you was intense and brutalâjust how you like itâ-and it wasnât fair. It wasnât fair how he used your body against you. Not fair that he could make you feel so good, you almost forget how much heâs hurt you in the past. Almost.
The minute the thought crossed your mind, Jeongguk saw it on your face. He slowed down, wrapped your legs around his waist, and held you close, leaning in to touch foreheads in an embrace so intimate, youâd swear was making love to you if you didnât know any better.
Youâre familiar with this partâthe apologies. Whispers in your ear of how sorry he is, how he tried to do as you asked, to leave you alone, but somehow, all roads led Jeongguk back to you.
âI swear I didnât come over here to fuck; I came to apologize. But I couldnât help myself. I never can, not when it comes to you.â
He whispered sweet nothings in your ear: I never stopped thinking about you. You make me wanna be a better man. Iâll be better. Iâll change.
I love you.
But you know by now itâs all just pretty, empty words. Jeongguk makes promises heâll never keep.
âIf you really loved me, youâd leave me the fuck alone,â you said.
He kissed you then, shutting you up and swallowing your words, all tongue and teeth as he rolled his hips into yours, fucking you harder, deeper. The room echoed with the sound of skin on skin, the pap, pap, pap of him filling you, again and again, abusing that spot inside you that made your toes curl.
âYou know I canât do that,â he said, moaning into your mouth. âI canât walk away from you.â
You both knew it wasnât true. Jeongguk has abandoned you time and time again, but right now, you didnât care about the lies or how wrong it was to give yourself to a man who only ever loved you halfway.
All you cared about was how he made you feel. And no one else could make you feel like this: your body was on fire, thighs trembling as he angled his cock even deeper inside, so good could do nothing but gasp and hold on to him as he claimed you as his.
âJeongguk!â you sobbed, the pleasure overwhelming. You were so close. And Jeongguk knew it. He reached down between you to rub sweet circles into your clit.
âCum for me, (y/n).â
The combination of his touch and his hot voice in your ear had you spiraling. You came undone, back arched against the sheets, pussy throbbing as your orgasm hit you. Jeongguk fucked you through it, grinding hips into yours until he came, groaning into your neck as thick, white ropes painted your insides.
When you finally caught your breath, Jeongguk rolled over and pulled you against his chest, tattooed arm locked around your waist like heâs scared youâll run away. And maybe you should. But you stay.
You always stay.
It felt nice to be held by him, right even. Your bodies fit together perfectly, like two pieces made whole. His embrace was familiar to you. And if you didnât know any better, youâd think maybe, just maybe, you belonged in his arms.
But you know better.
You know better, and even though tonight Jeongguk was here, pressing kisses at your temple, telling you this time will be different, you know he wonât change. And neither will you. In the morning, youâll wake up in bed alone with the space beside you empty and a heart full of regret, but the cycle will repeat.
Because Jeon Jeongguk is an addiction you canât quit.
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you broke me first
pairing: reader x jeongguk
anon requested: âhow about a angst fic with jungkook based on tate mcraeâs song you broke me first⊠maybe a little smut too đđâ
summary: Jeongguk tries to win you back.
genre: angst; smut; exes to lovers; 18+;Â
soundtrack: you broke me firstâ tate mcrae (highly recommend listening to this version )
content/warnings: fuckboy!jeongguk; swearing; intoxication,mentions of sex/masturbation
a/n:Â Iâm gonna need a lot of fluff to recover from this ;;
word count: 1.1k
âȘ Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had. But I donât really care how bad it hurtsâȘ
By the time Jeongguk realized he was in love with you, it was too late.
Itâd been months since he last heard from you, months since youâd last slept together, and things fell apart like they always did because Jeon Jeongguk was no good at love and relationships.
It was all fun and games for him at first. You were sweet and sexy, and he got caught up worshiping at the altar between your thighs. Mad for you and your kisses and your moans. Addicted to the way you sang his name, voice like an angel. But it was just sex; he was never the relationship type.
Jeongguk didnât even think he was capable of falling in love. But somewhere along the late-night calls, skin on skin, and the tenderness in between, he fell for you.
Heâd never been with a girl who looked at him like he hung the moon. He didnât know how to take your kindness or your loveâhe didnât know how to give it either. So he did what he always did whenever things got too messy or too complicated. He left.
But he could never stay away, not for long.
Itâs late, nearly midnight, and heâs so far away, here at some meaningless party when he should be back with you. Maybe it was the liquid courage running through his system, but he couldnât fight the need to hear your voice. He shouldnât have bothered at all, but he called you after months of radio silence.
Itâs the wrong time, wrong place. But you picked up. And Jeongguk decides to tell you something he shouldâve said a long time ago.
âI made a mistake. I want you back.â
You used to sound so sweet when you spoke to him, your voice dripping like honey. But now? You scoffed. âYou got some nerve, Jeongguk.â
âIâm not a toy you can put down and pick back up whenever you want to play,â you snapped. âAre you drunk? Because I donât think youâd say this if you werenât.â
He hated that you were right, that he could only bear to tell you how he felt after a few drinks. And he hated that you knew him so well, that somehow even miles away, you knew he was somewhere outside wasted when he hadnât even mentioned it.
Yeah, heâd been drinking, but it didnât make his words any less true. âI meant what I said.â
âSo did I. You only ever call me when youâre drunk or you want something. Do you know how shitty that makes me feel?â
Jeongguk could hear what was underneath all that anger, the hurt you kept. He pictured your expression on the other side: brows pulled together, lips turned down in that pout you made right before youâd cry.
Bringing you to tears is the last thing he wanted; itâs the reason he tried so hard to keep away. He told himself that youâd both be better for it, that it would be painful, but in the long run, it was what you needed.
But leaving fucked him up, too.
Jeongguk sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI didnât call to hurt you.â
âThen why did you call?â
Because I couldnât stop thinking about you. Because I miss you. Because I was too scared to show up at your door in case you wouldnât let me in.
Because I could never tell you I love you face to face.
He wanted to say it all but cowardice and guilt held the words back, a lump building in his throat.
âYou know how I feel.â
âDo I, Jeongguk? All you do is give me mixed signals. One minute youâre flirting with me, and the next, youâre cold. You say Iâm your everything, and in the same breath, you tell me our relationship is too much for you, that you want a break.â
He gritted his teeth. âI never said that. Youâre the one who broke up with me.â
âYouâre the one who pulled away first,â you said, voice rising an octave. âYouâre the one who left.â
Again, and again, and again. Anytime you got too close, anytime Jeongguk felt something real, heâd pull away from you, hop on his bike, and hit the road because Jeon Jeonguk didnât settle down.
Heâd regret it, though. Sometimes even the very second he was away from you.
There were others, of course. Girls he humored here and there when you werenât together. But they were only placeholders for the real thing. When he was fucking them, all he thought about was you.
Even when he was alone, stroking his cock, it was the thought of you that got him off. Your hand he imagined in place of hisâyour name on his tongue when he came.
Because despite all his efforts, a part of him belonged with you. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was yours, body and soul.
Only now it was too late. Jeongguk could feel you slipping away. He gripped the phone in his hand tight, stars blurring in his vision as he looked up at the night sky. âI never meant to hurt you, (Y/n).â
âBut you did. You hurt me,â you said, voice trembling. âAnd Iâm not gonna let you do it again.â
âBabyââ
âNot your baby. Not anymore.â
âJust hear me outââ
âI met someone.â
Those three words knocked the wind out of him.
The line went quiet. As much as he wanted to deny it, Jeongguk knew what you said was true. He always knew youâd find someone else, someone who could love you right. Someone not broken. Hell, he counted on it.
But he hadnât imagined it would tear him up inside.
He tried to compose himself. But the bitterness in his voice comes out all the same. âJust like that, huh? Iâm that easy to move on from?â
âGod, Jeongguk. What did you think would happen? You canât just waltz in and out of my life whenever you feel like it, whenever itâs convenient for you, and expect me to keep taking you back.â
Jeongguk could hear it now. Wanted. Tried. All past tense, like a dagger to his chest.
âI wanted to be with you. You wouldnât let me. I tried loving youâyou fought me every step of the way. Iâm tired. And Iâm not gonna fight for you anymore. The girl that you want. . .sheâs not coming back.â
Youâve made this argument a thousand times, and every time Jeongguk sweet-talked you back, won you over. But this time. . .Something about your voice made him pause. A disconnect so far beyond the distance on the phone.
â(Y/n), pleaseââ He bit his lip, tasting salty tears. âYouâre breaking my heart, you know that?â
âI donât care,â you said.
Thereâs a finality to your toneâthis time, you mean it.
This time itâs over.
âYou broke me first.â
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nasty
pairing: reader x jeongguk
anon requested: âhi if your requests are open how about a smut fic that's based off nasty by ariana after reading sweetener I definitely need more of those drabbles đâ
genre: smut, pwp
content/warnings: 18+, established relationship, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie
soundtrack: nastyâ ariana grande
a/n: um. . . i donât know what to say. . . i canât believe i wrote this. posting this drabble and disappearing fdhjgdfks goodbye (also this is not betaâd).
word count: 1.1k
âȘ Don't wanna wait on it tonight, I wanna get nasty âȘ
Jeongguk had girlfriends before, but no oneâs ever had him wrapped around their finger quite like you. You hadnât even been dating longâitâd barely been a month since he asked you to be hisâbut Jeongguk knew he was already in love with you. Heâd never felt like this before. His friends all swore you had him under some kind of spell. And maybe you did.
One month with you and Jeongguk lost all his senses.
He was a gentleman at first, patiently following your lead with chaste kisses. He never asked for more, waiting for you to feel completely safe and comfortable with him. And honestly, at the time it had been enough. Hell, he felt lucky just being able to hold your hand. But ever since the two of you went all the way, Jeongguk couldnât keep his hands off you.
You brought out a desire in him that had him desperate. Insatiable. Jeongguk could never get enough. He wanted to be around you all the time, have you all the time. And while he wasnât the type to be easily satisfied by a quickie, sometimes Jeongguk just couldnât help himself.
Like tonight, he imagined taking his time and making you fall apart in bed after your dinner reservation, but one look at you in that pretty pink slip dress and he knew the two of you would never make it out the front door in time.
Jeongguk picked you up, tossing you onto the couch and you squealed, surprised at his sudden shift in energy. âJeongguk,â you giggled, âwhatâs gotten into you?â
He grinned at you, making room for himself between your legs. âIâm sorry, but I canât wait for tonight. I want you now.â It wasnât long before he shed his clothes, bunched your silky dress around your waist, and sank his full length into you.
Jeongguk couldnât help but let out a groan. Every time was like the first. Your pussy was so wet, so damn tightâitâs like you were made for him. He rested his forehead against yours, momentarily lost in the feel of you. It takes every ounce of his control to be still and let you adjust to his size. âYouâre taking my cock so well. Such a good girl for me.â
Youâd never admit it, but Jeongguk knows you love it when he talks dirty to you.
You thrived off the praise. You got off on hearing him say how good you made him feel, how much he loved being inside you. The things that came out of his mouth...Jeongguk said things in bed that were downright filthy, phrases heâd be much too embarrassed to speak aloud when his mind wasnât clouded by arousal.
But you loved it.
And Jeongguk loved to please you.
âYou like that donât you? Love it when I tell you how good your tight, little, pussy feels around my cock. Donât ya, baby?â he said,
âYes,â you panted.
Even now you preened at the sound of his voice, lashes fluttering as you looked up at him. Nothing made him happier than feeling the way your body tremble beneath him when he whispered dirty words into your ear. The way your eyes lit up when he called you his slut.
He just didnât understand how such a sweet girl like you could be so nasty.
But fuck, did it turn him on.
Tentatively, he rolled his hips into yours, a slow, deep stroke that made you gasp. Jeongguk took pleasure at the slick squelch that came from rocking his hips into you. âYou hear that? You're so wet for me, sweetheart.â
âDeeperâ came your sweet sigh. Who is he to deny you?
Jeongguk pulled out of you all the way, smirking to himself at the disappointed look on your face as he folded your thighs up to your chest. Then he slammed back into you, thrusting without stopping, harder and faster, till the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room.
âJeongguk!â You cried out. Maybe it was the new angle, or the sound of your voice, but in a split second, something inside him switched from playful to deadly.
Jeongguk wrapped your legs around his waist, fucking you deeper. âI'm gonna ruin you,â he growled. âFuck you senseless. Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
When you didn't answer right away, he slapped your ass, jolting you from your haze of pleasure. âAnswer me when Iâm talking to you, pretty girl.â
âY-yes!â
âYes, what?â
âI want you to ruin me.â
âSay please,â he said, as he gave you a particularly hard thrust.
âAh! Shit,â you cursed, breath hitching in your throat when the head of his cock reached that special spot inside you. âPlease ruin me, Jeongguk.â
âGood girl,â he said, smiling against your lips.
He kissed you, tongue swallowing up your moans as his hips snapped into you. He took pleasure in knowing you didnât get like this for just anyone. That it was him making you whine, and curse, and beg, giving it to you like no one else has before.
Jeongguk checked your face only to see you making his favorite expression. Pupils blown, out tongue lolling out the side of your mouth. It was his favorite thing. Heâd do anything to get that glassy, blissed out, look in your eye, and keep it there.
Jeongguk covered you in sloppy kisses along your jaw and neck as he pounded into you. He sucked a mark into your skin, and let out a satisfied hum in the back of his throat at the sound of your moans.
He could feel the lopsided grin that spread across his face as pride swelled in his chest. âYou sound so sweet when you moan for me.â
He reached between your bodies, fingers circling your clit until he felt you pulsing around him as you came, eyes rolling back in your head.
âFuck, you feel so good.â Your pussy squeezed around him so tight it drove him crazy. In truth, Jeongguk was just as wrecked for you as you were for him. He could feel himself throb inside youâhe was close, too. âIâm gonna cum. Gonna fill this pussy up.â
Your nails bit crescent moons into his biceps as he fucked you through your orgasm but Jeongguk was too far gone to care. His hips stuttered once, twice before blinding pleasure overwhelms him.
âTake it baby, take all of me.â
And you did. You took everything he gave you. White, hot, cum spilling against your walls as you clenched down around him, milking him for every drop. Even after heâd spent his cum in you he didnât stop, holding you close as he rutted deep inside you.
Any early thoughts of taking you out on your date were gone from his mind. All he couldnât think about was taking you, claiming you, again and again, and again. Tonight he only wanted to be inside you and he was just getting started. Heâd keep fucking you in your apartment till the sun came up if you let him.
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between you & me
pairing: reader x taehyung
anon requested: âcould you write a fluff (and smut if youâd like) with idol!kim taehyung x non!idol reader piece with the song âbetween you and meâ by betty who?â
summary: testing out a new dating app leaves you with more than just a online connection.
genre: fluff, smut; blind date au
soundtrack: between you and meâ betty who
content/warnings: 18+, strangers to lovers, POV shifts, dirty talk, protected sex
a/n: this was supposed to be a lil drabbleâŠbut my hand slipped lol. also reader is wild for this donât go home with strangers! do as I say not as I write lol. ty for being patient anon I hope u like it!
word count: 4.4k
âȘ Just between you and me I can feel something here, wondering if you do, too âȘ
Going on a date with a celebrity was the last scenario you imagined when you first joined Vibez.Â
Initially, you didnât have any interest in signing up for yet another trending dating app. But you couldnât watch Youtube without their commercial popping up or scroll through your feed without coming across their slogan: âlove is blind.âÂ
Maybe you were feeling a bit lonely, or you had too much wine, but in a moment of absolute insanity, you downloaded Vibez. There were no photos. Profiles only consisted of a person's bio and anonymous icon of their choice.Â
You were starting to resent that fact as you had no idea what to expect or who you were meeting on your date tonight. You only had a name. Â
Kim Taehyung.
You tugged on the hem of your little black dress then internally cursed yourself for fidgeting. You wanted to appear sexy, confident, and openânot like some awkward girl on her phone at the barâbut your anxiety was getting the best of you. You opened the app and sent him a text.Â
[ 7:01pm] đŠ: You're late. Â
You were joking. Kind of. Technically, it was only a minute past 7 p.m. but that minute started to feel like an hour. Sitting at a crowded restaurant alone on a Saturday night only seemed to edge on your nervous state. You got there a little early and ordered yourself a drink, but as the minutes passed on you were starting to wonder if your date stood you up. Just as soon as the thought crossed your mind you got a text back.
[ 7:02pm] đ»: I would never show up late to our date.
[ 7:02pm] đ»: Iâm here.Â
You looked up from your phone, heart spiking in your throat as you scanned the crowd around you. You hated that he could be anywhere and you wouldnât know it.Â
[ 7:04pm] đŠ: Here where?Â
[ 7:0pm] đ»: Iâm at the bar.
At the bar? You hadnât noticed a man near your age around you. To your left, a group of party girls laughed amongst themselves and clinked champagne glasses. You looked to your right. Next to you, there was a man around his fifties cradling a beer in his palms. You shuddered at the thought. No. . . it couldnât be, right?Â
You quickly turned away from him, already regretting your decision to come out on this blind date at all. You briefly covered your face with your hands and prepared yourself to sneak out as quickly as possible, ready to abandon ship. But when you looked up, the group of girls were gone, and someone else was there in their place. Â
His back was turned to you, and you couldnât see his face, but he was tall, with a slim build and dark hair. This could be him? Maybe it was wishful thinking, but you hoped so; he looked like your type, and he was around your age. Your nerves took over again, but this time you fought against the instinct to run and crossed the space between you to tap him on the shoulder.
âKim Taehyung?â
When he turned around, and you saw his face, the world seemed to slow all around you. Because he wasn't a stranger to you at all, you knew this face. Youâd seen it on countless magazines, album covers, and across the red carpet. But now that he was standing in front of you, it felt like a dream, like you could hardly recognize him as real.Â
How could it be that your Kim Taehyung was the Kim Taehyung?
I mean, what were the odds?
âY/n?â The rumble of your name in that dark voice you knew all too well had you weak in the knees.Â
âNo way,â You said. âIs this some kind of joke? Youâre not my blind date, are you?â
Taehyung laughed, the sound deep and hearty. âWow, I wasnât expecting that reaction. Would it be so bad if I was your date?
You startled, waving your hands as if to wave away any offense you might have dealt him. âNot at all! Sorry, itâs just? A little hard to believe.â When the algorithm matched you with a bear emoji named Kim Taehyung, you didnât think twice about the name. Maybe you should have. But you were more focused on figuring out what to say when your phone pinned, letting you know he initiated a chat with you.
You never would've thought answering that message would have led you here, to him. He looked too good to be true sitting in front of you in a black dress shirt and jeans. You couldnât help but eye him. Only someone as famous as him had the power to look so handsome while dressed casually.
Even if you had figured out the truth based on his name alone, you still wouldnât have thought it to be true. Part of you felt like it was a prank; any second now a TV crew would pop up.Â
You felt silly even thinking that, but still, you had to ask: âIs this really happening?â
Taehyung read the look on your face. He thought of this scenario so many times. People reacted strangely when it came to his fame, and he figured youâd either be starstruck or repulsed. It was the whole reason Vibez appealed to him in the first place. He wanted to get to know someone honestly, without the haze of the lights clouding his image.
Texting you felt more like checking up on a friend than anything else. Phone calls became texts, and pretty soon, heâd stopped saying hello and started answering the phone with âhey you.â It wasnât long before he quickly found himself up all kinds of hours, laying on your side in bed with the phone pressed to his cheek and the biggest smile on his face.
There was something different about getting to know someone with only their words and the sound of their voice. He liked learning all your little tells; when your voice filled with worry or sleep. The pause on the line right before youâd let out a big laugh. The steady sound of your breath after youâd fallen off to sleep.Â
He liked putting a face to all that information, too. And though he hadnât expected the disbelief on your pretty face, he was more amused than offended by your skepticism.
He offered you a genuine smile. âI am your blind date,â he said. âI know my identity comes as a surprise, but if itâs any consolation, Iâm surprised by you, too. Youâre even more beautiful than I imagined.â
Had anyone else had said that to you, the compliment wouldâve been cloying, but coming from his lips, the words were saccharine sugar. âThatâs so sweet of you to say, thank you.âÂ
âI mean it,â he said, brown eyes so open and honest, you couldn't help but believe him.Â
So when he took your hand in his, you let him guide you to the empty barstool beside him, almost in a trance. You tried not to blush at the warmth of his hand and the heated eye contact he maintained. His eyes were magnetic, pulling you in; no wonder he was a teenage heartthrob. If he looked at fan cams the way he looked into your eyes, then you pitied the poor soul on the other end of that lens.
Still, you found the reality of your meetup all so strange. âI donât get it. Why wouldââ
ââSomeone like me ever use a dating app?âÂ
You nodded, grateful that he knew exactly where your mind was at.
âWell, I was hoping youâd let me buy you a drink and give me a chance to explain.âÂ
You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. âFirst, prove it.â
âProve it?â
âIâll let you buy me a drink if you can prove youâre the Taehyung I know online. Tell me something only the real Taehyung would know.â
âOkay. I picked the bear emoji in our Vibez chat.â
It took all your strength not to roll your eyes. âThat doesnât mean anything; it's a popular emoji. Anyone could have the same one.â
Taehyung cocked an eyebrow, amusement filling his eyes. âOkay, then. During your high school graduation, you tripped and fell in front of everyone andââ
You covered his mouth before he could finish. âHow could you say something so embarrassing out loud?â When you told him about the public embarrassment months ago in private, you never imagined heâd repeat out loud.
âYou forced my hand; you asked me to prove it?â He laughed, the sound of his voice muffled underneath your hands.Â
You pulled away from him, stunned. âIâitâs really you isnât it?â All this time youâd been spilling your heart out to one of the most famous men in the world. You felt embarrassed and enamored at the same time.Â
Taehyung winked at you before he caught the eye of the bartender and ordered champagne for both of you. When your drinks came, and you took a sip of the sweet, sparkling wine, you realized he knew your taste exactly. You couldnât help but be impressed.
âOkay, you won me over. Now tell me why.âÂ
He gave you a sheepish smile. âItâs hard to get close to people and have them see me. I mean, see me. Not some image they made up in their heads.â
When you first started talking, there were some things he kept private. He wasnât very specific about his job, obscurely telling you he worked in the entertainment industry. He avoided any talk about work with smooth transitions asking about your workday. Sometimes you let him get away with it. Other times you pushed back.Â
âYou couldâve told me,â you said. âI wouldâve understood.â
You heard the smile in his voice when he answered. âI know that. Youâre my safe place. I just didnât want anything outside of us to taint that.â
You could understand that. Taehyung was your safe place, too. You could confide in him, tell him anything, and your secrets would be safe with him. Â
âI donât know. You make me feel like Iâm not alone. And when we talk, everything else falls away. It's like. . . Right now, weâre in a crowded room, but it feels like weâre alone. Like itâs just you and me.â He paused, leaning in close.Â
You mirrored his body language till you were close enough to see the dark curl of his lashes, till you felt the heat radiate off his body in waves.Â
Taehyung looked down and licked his lips, pink tongue darting out. You knew it was probably a sign of him being nervous but the action had your thoughts straying elsewhere and it gave you butterflies. God, you only met him for five minutes and you already wanted him. You willed yourself to get it together enough to focus on his words.Â
âAm I crazy?â He whispered, making eye contact again. âOr is it like that for you too?â
You felt the same way. Something pieced together through all the late-night phone calls and the midday check-ins. The energy between you was like magic. There was an intimacy, one youâd never known with anyone else before. Normally on a date like this, youâd feel all kinds of nervous and awkward around someone new. But you didnât feel that now. He felt so familiar.Â
âYouâre not crazy. . . â You said, heart thrumming in your chest.
For so long, the thought of meeting him frightened you. Talking to him was fine and all when it was just you, alone in your room. But you worried about what it would be like to bring your relationship outside into the real world.Â
If you were completely honest with yourself, you were a bit in love. You fell for him months ago getting to know him online. You fell for his heart, his character. His dreams and his worries and even the silly way he used emojis. You only hoped the feeling was mutual.
Dinner went by in a perfect blur. The champagne helped you relax, loosening any nerves you had, and once you started talking, you realized how little you had to fear. He was the same in person as he was in your private chats. The truth wasâyou liked him. He was funny and charming and down to earth in a way you hadnât thought possible for a star of his magnitude.
And even though you were meeting for the first time, you could feel yourself falling for him a little more.Â
It took a little for you to get used to being in his presence. He was gorgeous, so good looking it almost hurt to look at him. Your attraction to him was through the roof. And the chemistry. . .You only had one drink, but you felt drunk from his presence alone.Â
As you winded down, a comfortable quiet drifted between you two. Somehow you ended up curled into each other, close but not close enough. You wanted more. To be closer, but any further, and youâd practically be on the manâs lap. Right now, the thought seemed tempting. If it were anyone else, the idea wouldnât have ever crossed your mind. But it was Taehyung, your Taehyung. And after tonight, he felt so real, so personable to you it didnât feel strange to want to connect with him at a deeper level.
Staring into his eyes, you felt completely and totally seen. To be known by such a perfect stranger. . .the irony didnât escape you. You laughed to yourself, amused at the notion.
Taehyung smiled at the sound of your voice, eyes crinkling up in confusion. âWhat?â
âItâs nothing. I just had a thought.â
âTell me? Please?â
You shook your head, suddenly bashful. âItâs too much for a first date.â
You didnât want to scare him off with your feelings. Or be the first one to admit to having feelings, because what if he didnât feel the same?
But Taehyung was persistent. He held your hand, rubbing small circles on the back. âTell me anyway,â he said in that deep soothing voice.
You did your best to ignore the butterflies he gave you and tried to pull our thoughts together. âI feel like I know you. We just met, but it feels like Iâve known you forever. AndâŠâ
âAnd?â
You bite your lip. âI more than like you.â
Taehyug couldnât believe his luck. He knew there was a slim chance of the date going right, of you wanting to see him at all. Heâd thought as much but so much can be misconstrued over text. But to know his feelings weren't one sided, that he wasnât the only one falling over the phoneâ
âToo much?â you asked, nervous.Â
He was so quiet for a moment you wondered if you made a mistake. Then something ignited in his eyes. The heat of his gaze stunned you, but you didnât dare look away.Â
âI more than like you too.â
He was so close. The musky scent of his cologneâwarm and woodsyâ flooded your senses. Taehyung closed the gap, till there was nothing between you and him, till his warm lips met yours.
And then you were kissing him. His tongue slipped in your mouth, and you sighed at the taste of him, bittersweet from the champagne. And when his hand came up to cup your jaw, you all but melted in his palm.Â
Youâd imagined this kiss so many times, and it didnât disappoint. It was everything you expected and more. Maybe it was your connection, but the desire you felt for him was unreal. As sweet as the kiss started, it quickly turned into something hungry. when he licked into your mouth, swirling his tongue just right, you felt your stomach dip, pleasure building there.
And just like that, you were over the small talk. Suddenly you werenât close enough. You wanted more. Youâd risk it all if it meant you could feel his touch, his lips traveling elsewhere, your neck, your breasts, your thighs. . .
When he pulled away, you were flushed, panting, and desperate for more.
Girl, get a grip! You hoped he couldnât see the look in your eye how badly you wanted him.
If the look in his eye was any indication, you werenât the only one aroused after the kiss. Taehyung smiled, eyes glinting devilishly in the dark. âDo you wanna get outta here?â
You knew it was crazy and stupid to go home with someone on a first date. But one look at Taehyung, and you couldnât care less.Â
Before you knew it, youâd gotten in his sleek black Porsche and were already en route to his apartment.Â
When Taehyung looked over to you at the red light, it made your heart stop. No one's ever looked at you like that. His stare sent a shiver down your spine.Â
âYou're nervous?â
âI donât normally do this,â you blurted out. You didnât know if it was adrenaline or endorphins or what but you couldn't help but be honest right now.Â
âI know,â he said, smoothing a hand down your thigh soothingly. âMe neither.â
You couldnât stop thinking about his huge hand, the veins there, and those long slender fingers resting on your inner thigh.Â
You squirmed in your seat a bit, thighs pressing together.Â
The touch was innocent enough, but when the tips of his fingers slipped past your dress and rubbed against your center, you couldnât contain your moan.Â
Taehyung sucked in a breath, âYou're so wet,â he said, fingers sliding your underwear to the side. When he rubbed against your soaping entrance, you threw your head back against the seat.
âDonât tease me. Itâs your fault,â you pant.
âMy fault, huh? Youâre saying I made this mess?â
Yes. âYou canât look at me like that and expect me not to lose it.â
Taehyung cocked an eyebrow. âOh? How did I look at you?â
âLike you wanted to eat me up.â
âI do. I canât look at you without wanting to spread your thighs apart and eating you out till you come apart, till you beg me to stop.â
âBut thatâll have to wait until laterâI want you right now.â
Itâs a miracle you made it from the restaurant to his place without crashing. All you can do is try not to melt when you share a glance with him in the glassy mirror of the elevator, but Taehyung was so composed.
No one would ever guess the dirty things he said to you in the car ride over.Â
Standing before you, he was the perfect gentleman, civil, calm, the only hint being the sly smirk on his mouth.Â
That mouth. You want it all over you. You want everything he promised. You canât stop thinking about it.
As soon as the lock clicked in the door, you got what you wanted; he was all over you. Kissing down your neck, sucking hickeys into your skin that you knew would leave marks later.
His hands dug into your thighs, hiking your legs up to wrap around his legs, and then you were pressed between him and the door in the most delicious way.
You arched your back and rolled your hips forward, aching to feel more of him, and Taehyung moaned in your mouth, the sound making you clench around nothing.Â
âFuck,â he said, pulling back. âNow, whoâs teasing?â
You giggled and cupped the back of his neck, kissing him again. You couldnât get enough of him. You hadnât meant to tease him, but youâd do it all night if it meant youâd get to hear that sound again.
Taehyung, however, had other plans. He couldnât go another minute without feeling your skin on his; he carried you to his bedroom and laid you down on his plush sheets.Â
All at once, you felt incredibly vulnerable, incredibly aware of what was about to happen between you. You fantasized about having Taehyung so many times; you almost didnât know what to do with him and now that it was real.
Taehyung saw it all over your face. He took a step back from the bed. âIf you donât want this, just say the word. Tell me to stop; and Iâll walk away.â
That was the farthest thing from your mind. You wanted him to stay. You wanted it to mean more than just a hookup, more than just a one-night stand. You couldnât bear it if the electricity you thought flowed between you was one-sided. But you were willing to take the risk.
âI donât want you to stop.â
Taehyung leaned down and kissed you as he climbed on the bed, the slightest smile on his lips, âThatâs all I wanted to hear.â His hands traced up your thighs, sliding your dress up as you lift your arms, letting him tug the garment off you. You followed suit, ripping him out of his clothes as well.Â
You felt hot under his eyes lingering over your body now that you were bare before him.Â
Taehyung touched you gently, hands grazing up your sides as he looked at you in awe. You were beautiful; art made flesh. His fingers swept across every curve, taking in the masterpiece that was your body.
âYouâre breathtaking. . .â he said.Â
You couldn't respond, too wrapped up in the feeling of Taehyung's hot, wet, mouth trailing down your chest while his hand explored between your thighs, dipping a finger inside you. Youâre so wet it's easy for him to slip one inside you. And even though heâs easing inside you just right, youâre craving something else.
âTaehyung, I want you now.â
He paused, pulling back to look at your face. âAre you sure? I donât wanna hurt you.â
You both knew he could. You could feel him hard against you now, long and thick. Somehow you didnât care. Touching wasnât enough. You needed him inside you.
âPlease? I can take it.â
âFuck.â When you begged for him like that, how could he say no? You didnât need to ask him twice.Â
Taehyung shifted, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and rolling it on before he crawled over to you, spreading your thighs apart with his knee. You felt the tip of his cock nudge against your entrance, then he pushed into you slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside you. You gasped, eyes screwed shut, as you felt the burn of him stretching you.Â
Taehyung kissed you sweetly, sidetracking you from any pain. Though you certainly felt it, you couldnât help but feel full and satisfied being closer to him than ever before. You were forehead to forehead, nose to nose.Â
You felt those butterflies again, doubled with the pleasure of feeling him inside you.Â
When you felt your body relax against his, Taehyung moved, grinding deep and drawing a moan from you both. You were so tight; the feel of your walls squeezing him was dizzying.Â
âYou feel so good,â he rasped, voice rough, âLike you were made for me.âÂ
You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him even closer as he picked up the pace. Taehyung thrusts were sensual, hips rolling against yours in a way that made you cry out. Every stroke had you falling closer to the edge.Â
With chests pressed together, you werenât sure if the thumping beat between you was his heart or yours. Everything molded into one; his pleasure was yours, and yours his.Â
You wanted to stay in the moment, blissed out and bound to him, but you already felt yourself getting lost in the feeling of being filled in the most perfect way, over and over again.Â
Taehyung could feel you getting closeâhe was too. He hooked his hand behind your knees, folding you in half and somehow reaching new depths inside you. The reaction was instant, your pussy clenching down on him.
You threw your head back at the new angle, your orgasm cresting. âTaehyung!âÂ
âI know, baby. Iâm coming too. Come with me.âÂ
When he hit that sweet spot inside you, you came, toes curling as your eyes rolled back, warmth spreading all over your body. Even then, he kept pounding into you, working you through your orgasm so the pleasure went on and on.Â
Taehyung thrust once, twice before coming himself, hands gripping your ass as he buried himself inside you. His brows pulled together and he bit down on his bottom lip, groaning deeply as he slowed down. You felt him throbbing inside you as his hips still.Â
He released your thighs from his grip instead, wrapping them around his waist, and rolled to the side, taking you with him to avoid crushing you with his weight.Â
You laughed at the sudden change in position, still trying to catch your breath. In his arms, you relaxed, becoming familiar with the intimacy of how he held you to his heart.Â
Taehyung kissed your forehead, your cheek, then finally your lips. He reveled in the feeling of you kissing him back. You kissed him passionately like you were his. God, did he want you to be.
Taehyung nuzzled his nose against yours. âStay,â he breathed. âI want you here when I wake up in the morning.â
âOkay,â you nodded, snuggling in his arms.
You couldnât move even if you wanted to, already feeling yourself sinking into the sleepiness of your afterglow. But you were happy to know whatever the two of you had would last more than just one night.
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john hughes movie
pairing: reader x yoongi, ft. namjoon
anon requested: âOk since Iâm a glutton for punishment, can you write something with the song âJohn Hughes Movieâ by Maisie Peters with the BTS boy of your choice?â
summary: when your love confession doesnât go as planned your best friendâs there to pick up the pieces.
genre: angst, fluff if you squint; college!au; best friends!au; pg13
soundtrack: john hughes movieâ maisie petersÂ
content/warnings: unrequited love; swearing; POV shift
a/n: I picked 2 members lol surprise! I hope you like it ⥠(this is not betaâd btw.)
word count: 1.2k
âȘ Cause this ain't no John Hughes movie; Where the girl gets the guyâŠâȘ
You had it all planned out. You were gonna tell Namjoon you loved him after the end of the year bonfire; when the party thinned out and it was just you and your friends.
The night would end like your favorite rom com movies, the ones by John Hughes. Youâd grab your coat and pretend to leave and like always, Namjoon would come to your side, ask you to stay, to keep him company. Heâd steal you off into a quiet corner and then, when you were alone, you'd tell him how you really felt, that you loved him from the start. And heâd admit that all those check-ins and late night study dates meant something to him, that heâd loved you too.
But that never happened.
You were blind sighted when Namjoon showed up to the party with a girl on his arm.
No, not just a girl.
His girlfriend.
You didnât see it coming, not even a little bit. You were too distracted by the idea of love blossoming between you. Too caught up in daydreams of your first date, hand holding in the moonlight as he walked you to your front door. Too caught up in the fantasy of him wanting you too, loving you back.
It wasnât supposed to be like this. You, faking a smile before excusing yourself to the bathroom, pretending there was smoke in your eyes instead of glittering tears.
Only when you closed the door behind you did you truly allow yourself to break. You sat on the cold tile floor, muffling your cries with your hands when you heard a knock at the door.
Clearing your throat you tried to keep the heartbreak out of your voice. âJust a minute!â
âY/n? â
You knew that voice. And it belonged to the absolute last person you wanted to see right now.
âGo away.â
âAre you crying?â
âIâm fine. Just leave me alone, okay?â
âBullshit. Iâm coming in.â
The door opened before you could protest, and then it was just you and Yoongi, staring at each other as he leaned back against the door.
âPlease donât say it.â You said, wiping away your tears with the sleeve of your sweater.
âIâm not gonna say it,â Yoongi grumbled.
He doesnât have to. Though the words I told you so hung between you anyway.
Neither of you admit the truth out loud. He was right; Yoongi was always right. You should have listened to him from the start. You didnât want to believe it when he told you; but you couldnât deny it nowâyour feelings for Namjoon were only ever one sided.
Yoongi didnât rub it in; he sat down on the floor next to you and took your hand instead.
Your palms were slippery as you tried to pull away. âMy hands are gross,â You sniffed, âI canât stop crying.â
But Yoongi didn't let go.
And just like that, any resentment you might have held towards him fades. Because itâs not Yoongi's fault; heâs only ever been a good friend to you. You're really angry with yourself.
You frowned, snatching off large rolls of toilet paper off the roll mounted on the wall. âIâm such a fucking idoit.â
âYouâre not an idiot. You just fell for the wrong guy.â
âHeâs not the wrong guy. Heâs perfect. Itâs me thatâs wrong.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with you, (Y/n).â
âOf course there is,â you said, sobs coming harder now. âHe didnât choose me.â
To be honest, Kim Namjoon was out of your league.
He was the man of your dreams, thoughtful, sweet. He was always looking out for everyone, hanging back to make sure no one was left behind. Thatâs actually how the two of you met. At a party just like this one; you were hiding in the background, overwhelmed by your first frat party and he saw you, kept you company all night, made you feel less alone.
Namjoon took you in, made you feel at home in his friend circle and less like a stray. Now his friends were yours, hell you couldn't imagine your life without Yoongi, Jin, and Hoseok in it. They were your people; and Namjoon was your person.
You didnât fall in love with him suddenly or all at once like in the movies. You fell slowly, over time. It was the way he reached out to hold our hand when you crossed the street whenever you and the crew went bar hopping, how he gave you his jacket each and every time he noticed you were cold on your outings, the fact that he always saved you a seat next to him on movie nights, patting it for you to sit closer.
Namjoon always kept you close; ever since you met him heâd never let you feel alone. Somewhere along the line his looking after you started to feel a lot like loving you.
And you started to love him as someone more than a friend, never realizing heâd never see you as anything else.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
âHey, look at me,â said Yoongi, breaking you from your train of thought. You turned your head to look at him with blurry eyes.
âThereâs nothing wrong with you,â he repeated. âYou're perfect.â
You shook your head. âI may be a lot of things Yoongi, but perfect isnât one of them,â you said, walking over to the bathroom mirror. The reflection you faced didnât look perfect. Your eyes were still puffy and dark, and your makeup was running. âIâm a mess.â
Even tonight, you tried to look your very best but you still fell short in comparison to her. And for what? Namjoon hadnât spared a glance in your direction. Now you felt silly for switching out your Adidas with a pair of strappy heels thinking you could catch his eye.
You cradled your head in your hand, leaning up against the sink. âI canât go back out there. I canât face him and everyone else right now. One look at my swollen face and they'll all know Iâve been crying. Heâll know. God, what am I gonna say to him?â
âFuck Namjoon.â
âYoongi!â
âNo, fuck him,â he said, getting up on his feet to join you at the sink. âYouâre beautiful,â Yoongi took your head in his hands, brushing back your tears with his thumb. âEven when youâre crying, youâre beautiful. And if he canât see that, then itâs his loss.â
âHeâs not the one.â
You scoffed at his compliment though you softened at his touch. âYou have to say that, youâre my friend.â
âI wouldn't say it if I didnât mean it.â
And he did. Yoongi meant it with all his heart, even as it broke seeing you like this. Heâs never been the best with girls crying, but it ripped him apart to see your tear stained cheeks. Somehow your pain still felt like his fault; like he didnât protect you from the hurt. And he knows what youâre going through, the pain of loving someone who loves anotherâitâs a shit feeling, he knowsâbecause he loves you.
And you havenât the faintest clue.
He wanted to say more. That he loved you, that itâs him. But Yoongiâs no stranger to heartbreak. He knew love didnât happen the way it did in your favorite movies. So he kept quiet; choosing to hold you close instead, till your sobs subsided, till you calmed in his embrace.
Yoongi knew the role he played; he wasnât the leading man in your life. There was nothing he could say to make you want him the way that he wanted you, and he knew better than to try.
Heâs not the guy who gets the girl.
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Again
pairing: reader x jimin
anon requested: âhello! Can I request a jimin scenario? Something angsty with a fluff ending maybe? Anything will be okay, I just miss my bAbieâ + âwould u happen to know about hanahaki aus????and if so if your requests r open would you ever consider writing a Drabble for one?đ„°â
summary: You come home from college & meet up with an old friend, only to discover you have feelings for them. Or, the one where you break Jimin's heart.
genre: angst, light fluff
soundtrack: again by kehlani
content/warnings: neighbors!au; best friend!au; friends to lovers!au, college!au; hanahaki!au; unrequitted love, some swearing; swf
a/n: I combined these asks and it ended up being a lil angsty. I hope thatâs okay!
words: 5,430
âȘ And something about our exchange. It's a fight to act like you weren't in mind, or mine âȘ
You never wanted to hurt him. You didnât even think about it before you kissed him. It was all impulse and heavy desire. You didnât feel your body leaning into him until it was too late. It wasnât the first time you kissed Jimin. It happened before. Twice. And both times, the only thing you ever felt for him was friendship. But this time was different. You knew it the minute his lips touched yours that this kiss would change things.Â
âIâm so happy youâre back home,â your mom says, sweeping you up in a bone-crushing hug. Youâve barely made it through the door, and sheâs hugging you just a little too tight, but you sigh and lean into the touch anyways.
âIâm happy Iâm back, too.â You say. And you mean it.Â
It was the first time you visited home preceding the months you moved away for college, and though you only moved five hours away, you still got homesick from time to time. It felt good to be around a comforting and familiar place, even if it was only for an extended weekend.Â
When she pulled away, you dropped the bag you packed for the weekend and headed straight for the kitchen. âIâm starving.â
âIâm making dinner in a little bit, will you be around? Or do you have plans to go hang out with your friends?â
You almost laugh. âNope, no plans.â You stopped talking to just about everyone after graduating. You didnât think there was anyone in town who would actually want to meet up with you. Everyone moved one to the new lives in university. You didnât leave any connections behind. At least, not any surviving ones. By the time you got in, it was late afternoon. You were still tired from the drive back. The only plans you had were to raid your parentâs fridge and conk out on your bed while Netflix played in the background.
âGood, because I already invited Jimin over. He should be here in a few minutes.â
âWhat?â You said, balking at the news. âWhy would you do that?â Suddenly you lost your appetite. Instead, you felt sick to your stomach.
âWhy not? You havenât seen each other in forever, and he just got back yesterday, I thought itâd be nice.â
You try and swallow the lump in your throat. âWe donât really talk anymore. . .â
Your mom gives you the look. You know the one. The one that brings the guilt in the pit of your stomach back up, the same guilt youâve been trying to avoid for the past four months.Â
âI donât know mom, we just stopped talking. . . We grew up I guess. . .â You lie.
âWell, thatâs a shame. Whatever went down between you two, you should fix it. Life is too short for you to lose a good friend.â
If only it were that easy. Jimin was more than a good friend, he was your best friend. You wanted to patch things up, of course, but there was nothing you could say to change what you did that night.Â
How could he forgive you if you couldnât even forgive yourself?
You jumped at the ring of the doorbell, shoulders rising up to meet your ears. You were nervous to see him. Your mom went to get the door while you panicked, acutely aware that you looked like trash in your road trip clothes. You regretted wearing a big hoodie and smoothed your hands down your leggings, trying to prepare yourself.Â
But nothing could have prepared you for the sight of Jimin walking through the door. At first glance, you gasped. He wore a grey cashmere sweater, ripped jeans that hugged around his thighs in a way that made you want to stare, and boots. It was his usual outfit, but he didnât look the same, not bad, but different. Good. He dyed his hair a glossy silver, and you noticed the sharpness of his jawline, like he lost his babyface over the last couple of months and grew into a man.Â
You stare at each other for just a beat too long before Jimin breaks the silence.
âHi (Y/n),â he says, voice just as sweet and silvery as you remember it.Â
You wave weakly, âHi.â
âJimin, would you like to join us for dinner?â Youâre thankful for the buffer and your mom playing peacemaker, but the thought of the three of you having dinner makes you want to jump off a bridge. So youâre happy when he politely declines the offer stating he already ate.Â
âI see, you just came to see (Y/n). Why donât the two of you go down to the park? The one you used to play in when you were kids? Go catch up.â
âUh, mom, Iâm sure Jiminâs busy he doesnât want toââ
âActually, Iâm not busy at all. Iâd love to catch up with you.â
Jimin smiled, and you smiled back, but internally youâre screaming. This was not how you imagined this weekend to go. You were supposed to relax and take a break from your lifeâs stressorsânot add to them. You know if two of you are alone together, youâll have to talk about it.Â
The first time you kissed Jimin, you were five. It happened in your neighborhood, at the same park your mother suggested you walk over to. Jimin was playing in the sandbox blissfully making his own castle when you sat down in front of him, grabbed his face, and kissed him on the lips. You didnât think anything of it at the time. You liked Jimin with his eye smiles and chubby cheeks. So you did what all princesses do when they like a prince. You kissed him. It was sweet and innocent, and the whole thing probably lasted about three seconds, but that was enough for Jimin to fall in love with you.Â
You were his first kiss and his first love. People always say you canât feel real love at that age, but Jimin did. For you.Â
From that day on, heâd follow you, hoping that one day youâd feel the same.Â
At the time, Jimin was too small to think anything of it when shortly after your kiss, he coughed up yellow flower petals into his palm. He didnât know what it meant. That those tiny flowers represented an impossibility. That your heart would never bloom for him. That youâd never love him the same way he loved you.
âYou seemed a little surprised to see me. . .âÂ
Youâre sitting on the park swing set, staring at your sneakers. You can sense Jiminâs gaze on you, but it feels like too much too soon. You couldnât bear to look at him right now. Itâd be like looking directly at the sun. Instead, you steal glances at him from the corner of your eye. âI guess I am a little surprised. . . You look different.ââ
So different. He hardly looked like the boy you knew before. Even his mannerisms seemed to have changed. The Jimin you remember was just a little bit shy in public, a little self-conscious. That past image was gone. You could tell, even just studying his body language. He held himself up with confidence now, shoulders back and relaxed.Â
âI know. . . I look hot, right?â Jimin carded a hand through his hair, and you lift your gaze just as he sends you a dazzling smile, his plump lips pulling back to reveal pearly whites. âCollege looks good on me.â
That you recognized. His full smile and flirtatious teasing. He was still your Jimin. The same playful friend youâve always known. You scoff at him and push at his shoulder. âYou could just say thank you, ya know. Like normal people? You donât have to be a dick about it. . .â You said.
Jimin laughed, throwing his head back, and the familiar sound put you at ease. Just like that, being with him felt easy again. Like kindergarten.
âYou look different, too.â He said, voice going soft at the end. âPrettier.â
âOkay, now I know you trippinâ.â You hold a hand up, waving away his compliment. âIf anything, Iâve gotten uglier since college. The workload is stressing me out, and I stay up all night studying. These bags under my eyes are not pretty.â
âYou could never be ugly to me (Y/n).â
Something about that statement makes you feel uneasy. âSo whatâs up with you? Howâs college life?â You said, changing the subject. As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you mentally kicked yourself for asking such a dumb question.
 Howâs college life? Seriously?
It was like you were talking to a stranger. Jimin was anything but. Still, you couldnât hide the nervousness you felt around him. The jumbled feeling in the pit of your stomach. You donât ask him what you really want to know. How could he be here, talking to you so casually? Did he forget?
Jimin raises an eyebrow, silently judging your choice in question as well, but he didnât push the issue. âItâs good. I mean, my universityâs not as fancy as yours, big shot, but I like it there.â
You brought your focus back to the ground beneath you and kicked your legs out on the swing to keep from fidgeting. You needed movement. Anything to distract you from the steady sound of your heart thumping in your chest. âAre you still majoring in contemporary dance?â
âYeah, I am. But you already knew that. Did we really come out here to talk about school?â
At this, you freeze. Your questions were weak. You knew it; Jimin knew it. And he was calling you out. As his best friend, you should already be up to date on his school life. You should have been keeping up with him weekly, in on all of the exciting things happening in his life like you planned before graduation. Back when the two of you spoke every day and told each other everything. You shouldnât have to ask.Â
âIâm just making small talk. I mean, itâs been a while.â
âYeah, and whose fault is that?âÂ
Okay. You deserved that. The damage in this relationship was on you. But that didnât make the accusation hurt any less.Â
You sighed. âWhat else is there to talk about?â
âAre you serious? Youâre really just gonna act like the last few months didnât happen?â His voice went up an octave. You didnât have to see him, you knew he was raising his eyebrows and judging you fiercely.Â
âI donât know what you want from me, Jimin.â
âI want an explanation. Why didnât you return any of my calls?â
There was so much pain in his voice; it forced you to look at him. And then you could see it, how much you really hurt him. The heartbreak pooling in his brown eyes nearly gutted you. âIâve been trying to reach you.â
I know, You thought. Iâve been trying to avoid you.
âDonât you have anything to say?âÂ
You open your mouth to speak, but you canât find the words. How could you tell Jimin that you were really just embarrassed by it all? This awkwardness between you two was so unusual. You never used to feel like this around him. When everything was good between you, it was so easy to be open around Jimin. You were willing and capable of sharing everything. But ever since that night, things shifted for you; your emotions for him were clouded. And it was hard for you to be around him when he could read you so easily. The last thing you needed was for Jimin to pick up on your feelings.Â
You donât say any of that. You canât. You press your lips together, trying hard to push everything down, every honest emotion. Everything telling you to let Jimin know the truth.
âWow. And I thought you actually wanted to talk. Did you even want to meet up? Or was that your momâs idea?â
How did he know that? You tried to hide the look of surprise on your face. It was only there for a split second, but Jimin knew you too well.Â
âUnbelievable. . . You always do this. You run away every time things get too complicated for you. I just never thought youâd actually do it to me.â
You tighten your grip on the swing. âIt wasnât like that. Of course I wanted to talk to youââ
âThen what was it like? Cuz from my point of view, everything was fine, and then you just stopped talking to me. Just tell me what I did wrong? You know I would never intentionally do something to hurt you.â He was getting heated now, hurt shifting into anger.Â
âI know that.â
âThen, why?â
âThe only reason didnât want to see you is because I thought it would be weird, and I was right, it is weirdââ
âItâs only weird between us because youâre making it that way.â
You bit your lip. âI know itâs me.âÂ
âWhatever it is. I donât care. Thereâs nothing you could do that would keep me from you. You should know that.â
You did know that. It was why you always felt so close to Jimin. No matter what, he was always on your side. He trusted you more than anyone. Thatâs what made hurting him so much worse. You couldnât hide from him anymore, though. You took a deep breath, and admit your mistake out loud.Â
âI fucked up, I broke our promise.â
Jimin stared at you. Then shook his head, âWhat are you talking about?â
He squints, thinking before coming to the realization.Â
âGod, (Y/n). That? We were just kids when we made that promise.â   Â
The second time you kissed Jimin, you were fourteen. Jimin was still in love, still just as spellbound by you as that day in the sandbox.Â
It happened in his bedroom. The two of you were hanging out after school like you always did when you asked him to kiss you. Jimin had imagined this moment in his mind so often that it was practically all he thought about. He imagined your second kiss in a million different scenarios. He imagined walking you home from school and kissing you on the sidewalk. Coming back from your first date and kissing you on your front porch at twilight. And kissing you again, alone at the park where the two of you first met. But he never thought youâd ask him to kiss you because of another guy.Â
His name was Kim Taehyung, the prince of your school, and your crush. He was throwing a party at his house that weekend, and the rumor was, everyone would be playing spin the bottle. You hadnât even had your first kiss yet. (Not a real kiss. That baby stuff didnât count.) You couldnât be the only one there who didnât know what you were doing. So you asked him to kiss you.
You said it so casually like you asked him about the weather or what time it was.Â
Like it meant nothing.Â
Jimin knew then that you didnât care about him the same way he cared about you. The idea of you being togetherâit was just a fantasy. He had to put up some boundaries. Protect his heart from you in the smallest way he knew how. So he agreed to kiss you, on one condition:Â
âIâll do it. But you have to promise me youâll never kiss me again.â
You laughed. âWhat? Donât make it weird, Jimin.â
You didnât understand why. At most, you figured Jimin was setting up perimeters for your friendship. You couldnât imagine the real reason. That Jimin was so in love with you, it would crush him to kiss you like this and have it mean nothing. But he was so desperate for you, he was willing to risk it..Â
Jimin didnât back down. âIâm serious. This is it. You canât do this to me again.â His eyes grew large, and his lips pulled into a pout like they always did when he was hurt or upset, and though you didnât understand why, you knew that he meant it. Â
So you agreed. This is where you would draw the line.Â
âI promise. I wonât ever kiss you again. Our friendship is way too important, and I canât risk you falling in love with me.â You joked.Â
He kissed you. You know it lasted longer than a couple of seconds because you spent the next thirty minutes trying to memorize the kiss. You remember how it felt. It was slow, and curious. If you think about it long enough, you can remember the heat of him. How warm and soft his lips moved against yours. Â
It was the second kiss you shared. And the last. When you pulled away, you knew you only saw Jimin as a friend. Because you didnât feel anything. You were too caught up in your teenage crush for Taehyung. You left his bedroom that night full of hope and longing, already falling for someone else.Â
You didnât notice Jimin had already fallen for you.Â
Alone in his room, Jimin spent that night sick, coughing up yellow daffodils into his trash bin.
âAll this time youâve been avoiding me because of that?âÂ
You nodded. âI couldnât face you after prom.â You squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed at the memory.Â
You donât know what came over you that night. It was supposed to be fun. The night of your dreams. You had the dress and the guy. Kim Taehyung was your date for the night. After four years of fruitless pining, you finally caught his eye, and he asked you prom. Everything was going according to plan. Or so you thought. A couple of hours into the dance, you found him wrapped around another girl, ever the school heartbreaker. In an instant, your perfect night shattered.Â
It was Jimin who found you crying in the girlâs bathroom and coaxed you out onto the dance floor. Dancing was the last thing you wanted to do. Everything in you was saying to run and hide, not get up and slow dance to the latest ballad, but Jimin made you do it anyway.Â
âIâm not gonna let this asshole ruin your prom. If Taehyung canât see how lucky heâd be to have you, then thatâs his problem. Letâs show him what heâs missing, yeah? Dance with me.â
Something about being in his arms ruined you. You werenât a stranger to his touch. Jimin was nothing if not a loving and doting friend. You were used to him holding your hand or putting an arm around your shoulder. But this was different. With your arms around his neck, the two of you swayed back and forth on the dance floor. The sensation of his hand resting on the small of your back. It was familiar and somehow new. You were face to face, so close you could feel his breath fanning across you, feel the warmth radiating off his body. And when you looked into his dark brown eyes, there was so much tenderness there.Â
You couldnât help yourself. Before your mind could catch up with your body, you were already leaning in, dangerously close to his lips. Your only saving grace was the split-second Jimin hesitated. It was enough time for you to pull back with blinding clarity for the mistake you made. Unlike your last kiss, this time, when you pulled away. Your heart pounded in your chest. It was all too much, too fast. And so confusing. One look at Jimin told you he was just as confused by your actions. More than that. His brows were pulled together, face twisted in an expression that could only be hurt.
You couldnât stand the sight of him, what he might say, how he could react. Your heart was beating in your throat. So fast, you felt dizzy, almost sick. So you did what you always do when you royally fuck up. You ran.
You ran away from him, and you didnât look back.
Jiminâs voice brings you back to the present. âI donât care about some stupid promise we made years ago. I care about you.â
âIt didnât feel right. Not having you in my life. These past months have been shit without you.â
You watched as something tightened in his eyes. Separating yourself from Jimin didnât feel right for you either. Youâve been eating yourself up inside maintaining the distance.Â
âI missed you,â He said, in a voice so earnest it made your heart ache.
âI missed you, too.â
âYou sure didnât act like it. The way you blew me off after high school. . . I thought our friendship meant more than that to you.â
It did. Your friendship with Jimin meant everything to you. You didnât stay away from a lack of care. You wish you could say you did it to save your friendship, but if you believed that you wouldnât be real with yourself. Because ever since prom night, youâve been a terrible friend to Jimin. You cut off all communication with him. No phone calls, no texts, nothing. And it was all because of your stupid pride.Â
You couldnât explain your behavior, but the least you could do was apologize.
This time you face him head-on. âIâm sorry. I didnât know what to say, so I just ignored you. I-I know I crossed a lineââÂ
ââWe donât have to talk about it if you donât want to.â   Â
That was the problem. You did want to talk about it. The almost kiss.Â
If it had been anyone else, you would have run to your best friend with your feelings, and the two of you could have talked it out. You wouldnât have had to endure the confusion alone. But this time, the person in question was Jimin. You couldn't exactly discuss it with him. So instead, you kept it all to yourself.Â
âBesides, you never really broke our promise. You didnât kiss me.â
âBut Iââ
âIt didnât happen, okay? Weâre good.â He cuts off, voice strained.
âAre you sure?â
âYeah, Iâm sure.â He said, but he didnât meet your eyes.Â
You dug your heels in the ground, letting silence fall between you. You found it odd that Jimin was so ready to change the subject. If the roles were reversed, you donât know if youâd be so forgiving. The whole exchange was strange, but you didnât want to fight about it. If this was your only chance to make up with your best friend, you wouldnât mess it up.Â
âOkay. Then letâs not talk about it.â You extended your legs out, testing the limits of the swing before letting it hold your weight. âCatch me up on what Iâve been missing.âÂ
Jimin glanced over at you, eyes still heavy and clouded. For a minute, you werenât sure if he really did forgive you. The uncertainty there made you wonder if the uneasiness between you would settle for good.Â
Maybe you couldnât come back from this.
But then Jimin broke out into that same sweet, wide smile, the kind that made his eyes squint. And it felt like nothing ever changed.Â
You spend the next couple of minutes re-learning yourselves. Falling back into place. The conversation is smooth again, and youâre surprised how natural it all is. Jimin tells you about the last couple of months: moving in, unpacking, the first week of classes, settling in with the other dance majors. The way he tells it, you feel like you never missed out. You picture him standing out among the other students, graceful as ever. He always had a talent for dance and charm like no other. You could already imagine him to be one of the most popular students on campus. Who wouldnât want to befriend the lead dancer in class?
âSo,â You start, trying to be lighthearted. âWhoâs your best friend at university? Whoâd you replace me with?â
Jimin scoffs, âYou know no one could ever replace you, (Y/n).âÂ
You tilted your head to the side, doubtful. âWhatâs their name?â
Jimin smiled at you sheepishly. âJungkook. Heâs a photography major.â
You swatted at him. âI knew it!âÂ
Jimin laughed and leaned out of your grapes to swing beside you. âWell, what about you? Whoâd you replace me with in college?â
Your smile slightly faltered at that. âHonestly? No one. Iâve actually been kinda lonely without you. . . Who knew making friends was so hard? Having you around really spoiled me.âÂ
You wasted so much time hiding from Jimin. Those months you spent away from him were hard on you, too. You couldâve really used a friend. You look up to see the sun setting in front of you, the sky fading into a dusky blue. You hadnât even noticed how fast the time went by. You were just having fun. Spending time with him like this made you regret all those times you brushed him off and sent his call to voicemail.
I never realized how good I really had it being his friend.
But there was a tangible void in your life without Jimin around. The thought brings you down from your high.Â
But you try not to let your change in mood spoil the moment. Quick, you ask another question to distract yourself. âTell me something else, something I donât know.â
âUm. . .â Jimin hummed, looking up in thought. When his eyes fall back to you, thereâs a glimmer of hesitation. In the blink of an eye, itâs gone. âI met someone.â
Oh.
You opened your mouth to say something then closed it again.Â
âHer name is RosĂ©, and sheâs another humanities major. We met at one of thoseââ
You werenât even listening. You were in so much shock that you couldnât hear past the ringing in your ears. Those three words changed everything.
I met someone.
Since when did Jimin start dating? As long as youâd known him, he never seemed to be interested in anyone. Not that you knew of. And now all of a sudden thereâs someone in the picture? You were missing something. Had to be. How, in the space of a few weeks, did Jimin become open to romantic relationships?Â
There it was again, that dizzy, lightheaded feeling. All you could do was smile and nod along as Jimin described this girl, all the while feeling ill. You couldnât believe that he had found someone he wanted to be with. Let alone the fact that the girl was named RosĂ©. I bet sheâs exactly like the cheap brand of wine. Pretty, and bubbly, and a little too sweet for my liking.Â
You paused, your internal dialogue taking notice of your thoughts. Where did that come from? You didnât even know this girl, and yetâjust thinking about her made you angry.Â
You looked at him. Watched the light in his eyes as he gushed about another girl. It was messing you up.
Then it hit you. You were jealous.
Not because of her pretty name, or her musical talent as Jimin boasted. But because she was with Jimin.Â
Youâd never admit it to aloud, but some small part of you always imagined you and Jimin would end up together. And you knew it wasnât fair. You had no right to feel like this. You didnât have any claim on him. He wasnât yours.
But you wanted him to be.Â
âHey, we should get going. Itâs getting late, and it looks like it might rain. . .â Jimin stood up. âYou know,â he said. âI actually think you guys have a lot in common. Youâd probably get along great. You should meet herââ Before he could continue, before you could think better of it, you leaned over and pulled him down for a kiss.Â
Jimin startled, surprise taking over before surrender.Â
Jiminâs lips were so soft you wondered why you hadnât done this sooner. This kiss was different than the ones before. Because this time you felt something. An ache, deep in your chest. You cupped his cheek, feeling the contour of his sharp jawline, and melted when he kissed you back. Nothing mattered but the feel of him, the softness of his lips against yours.Â
Your lips parted for him, and Jimin moaned, leaning in to kiss you deeper, and you knew he felt the same. You could vaguely hear thunder rolling in the distance, but you couldnât care less. All you cared about, all you could feel was him. No one had ever kissed you like this, with a hunger and a fire. Like you mattered. Like you were. . . loved.
Until he broke away.
Jimin jerked, pulling away from you. He stumbled back, face flushed, his expression torn. He stared at you, brows slanted downwards. It wasnât the reaction you anticipated. You knew that face. Jimin was. . . angry.Â
âI thought I was finally over you. . .â
Over me?Â
âWhat are you talking about?â
You felt it then.The shift in the air. It started with one raindrop. Two. Then the sky broke loose, pouring down on the both of you. But neither of you moved.Â
âWhy would you do that? When you knowâyou knowâhow I feel about you?â
The buildup made quick work of your clothes, and soon you were drenched. But it still didnât bother you more than the way Jimin glared at you now.Â
âI donât understand,â You said.
Jimin laughed, but the sound was hard. âDonât do that. Donât play dumb. Donât act like you didnât know, (Y/n) Iâve been in love with you my whole life.âÂ
All this time. . . Jimin was in love with you?Â
âDid you even notice?â
You didnât know what to say.Â
Jimin ran a hand through his wet hair. â. . . I have a girlfriend!â
Girlfriend? You were gutted. Maybe you should have been paying attention earlier. You knew he had met someone. But You didnât believe things couldâve gotten that serious.Â
âJimin. Iâm so sorryââ
âYou donât get to do this. You have never wanted meânot onceâand now? When Iâve finally moved on, when I finally have someone of my own, you do this? Fuck, Y/n, thatâs not fair.â
With all the rain, you couldnât be sure, but it looked as if he had tears in his eyes. âJimin. I never meant to hurt youââÂ
ââThen what the fuck did you mean to do? String me along? Play with my emotions? Youâve always used my heart against me to get what you want.âÂ
âThatâs not true. Thatâs not why I kissed you.â
âOkay, then. Why?â
You couldnât say why. You didnât know.
Jimin took a step back from you. âI have to go.â
The darkness in his eyes. It scared you more than anything. You didnât want to lose him.Â
Finally, you understood all of those emotions. The ache deep in your chest. The wanting, the jealousyâYou were in love with him. How could you have missed it? It was Jimin. Jimin, your first kiss, Jimin, the only boy to ever take care of you, Jimin, who was always by your side. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. You thought it was friendship, but it was so, so much more.
âJimin, wait!â You reached out to pull him close to you, but he twisted out of your grasp.Â
âNo, Iâm done waiting. I canât do this with you. Not again.â
All you could do was watch him stalk off in the rain as a wave of pain took over you.Â
As you watched him walk away, it felt like you couldnât breathe. It was easier to put up a wall than to admit how you felt about him. Now that wall and came crashing down, leaving you with the weight of your actions. You wished you could run after him and apologize. There was so much to say, but what good would that do? You already hurt him so much. All you could do was watch as the space between you grew. You were grateful for the rain disguising the tears on your face, but it did nothing to rid you of the lump in your throat.Â
It was big you couldnât even swallow. You found yourself coughing, the pain was unbearable. It was more than an itch or a symptom of crying. It felt like you couldnât breathe. You coughed into your hands, again and again, shaking with the act until something came up.Â
When you looked down at your palms, you could see a little blood, and yellow petals mixing in the rain.Â
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