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httpknjoon · 16 days

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the truth, the lie, and the surprise | jjk

plot | After Wooshik receives the surprise meant for your boyfriend, Jungkook is put in an interrogation situation to talk about his undisclosed relationship with a certain 'Princess'.

words | 1.6k+

genres | fluff, crack, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | this one's long overdue! the end is coming for this series. enjoy reading.

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“I really feel like I’m not your friend anymore.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at his friend’s dramatics. His eyes have traveled everywhere in the diner except to Wooshik, who’s sitting in front of him. Jungkook looks down at his chocolate milkshake, playing with the straw while listening to his friend.

This all began with the surprise flower arrangement you sent for him– which he loved by the way. It was special for him, especially since you included tiger lilies, his favorite flower, in the center of the arrangement. It was his first time receiving one and he would have loved indulging in the fleeting feeling of having flowers sent to him. But, just less than an hour ago, Wooshik received the said delivery sent by you meant for him. At that point, Jungkook knew he had to reveal his relationship status because how else would you explain someone sending his flowers a day before Valentine’s?

At first, his stomach dropped when Wooshik asked him who Princess was. But now, sitting here in the diner near the bowling alley they initially talked about going to, he just keeps on biting his inner cheek to stop himself from smiling or even chuckling at how dramatic Wooshik is.

Wooshik continued after taking a sip from his ice-cold soda, “You know? I feel like you’re keeping secrets from me. I’m your best friend, Kook. Why are you hiding stuff from me? I never hide anything from you.”

That’s when Jungkook had to interfere, “Freshman year, 2015. You didn’t tell me you got to go out with Grace Lee for not just one– or two– or three dates with her. You two went out for like a month. You knew that–”

“Okay. maybe that. But that was one time and she came on to me in Bryan’s house party.” Wooshik defended himself, maintaining the same narrative he told him years ago when Jungkook found out about him and the girl he had his eyes on in the first couple of months of their freshman year.

“Okay. Then, this is my one time too,” Jungkook replied, leaning back to the vibrant red faux leather of the diner booth.

“Yeah, but this one’s pretty serious. I mean, she sent you flowers! And everything is starting to make sense now.”

Wooshik recalled how his best friend gradually stayed lowkey every time they would go out. He was beginning to wonder why Jungkook stopped entertaining women who would come up to him at bars or any other place they went to. Plus, in Wooshik’s knowledge before this, Jungkook has been single for too long. It is unusual not just to him, but to everyone in your friend group. Jungkook used to be the subject of teasing by everyone because of how he struggled to commit to a relationship.

“Did you not tell about this because we bet on your relationships a long time ago?” he asked, recollecting when he, Jenny, Blaire, and occasionally Dara would take bets on how long his relationship would last. You always just laugh at them doing that but never join.

“Maybe,” Jungkook answered shortly. It is one of the factors you and him decided to stay private about your growing relationship.

“Why keep her a secret? Does she know you’re keeping her a secret?” Wooshik began throwing rapid-fire questions.

Jungkook remained calm, “Yes, she knows. It’s a decision we made. We’re not totally a secret, we’re just private.”

“What?” his best friend mumbled, confusion written all over his face. “What’s the difference— Has she met your mom?!”

“Yes, a thousand times.”

“And she never told me about it?!” he exclaimed.

Being friends for almost half of their lives now, Wooshik is basically Jungkook’s adoptive brother. He is close to his parents, especially to his mom, who treats him as her own. They would call each other at times like a real mother and son. But knowing these two people in his life, Jungkook knows that there was probably a time when his mom probably slipped on telling Wooshik about you. But he probably missed it.

“Okay, just ask anything right now. I’ll answer anything I can.”

“Is Princess her name? Or it’s just some kind of nickname?” Wooshik asked.

“A nickname.”

“How long have you been together?”

There was this weird tension in the air when Wooshik asked him these questions. Jungkook finds it funny that he feels like a criminal being interrogated by an officer, who is just his friend being naive and curious at the same time.

“More than two years,” Jungkook replied, looking straight into his friend’s eyes. That’s when he sees Wooshik’s eyes get bigger as more realizations set in his head.

“Two years?! Have I met her before?” he asked so loudly that the couple from the table next to them looked in their direction.

His tone was almost accusatory. Out of context, if you’re a stranger listening to these two men, you would assume that they are a couple and that Jungkook cheated on Wooshik. Jungkook turned his head to the couple and slightly bowed his head to offer a silent apology for the bother. Then, he looked back at his friend.

“Yes, you already did.”

Wooshik’s jaw dropped to the diner’s checkered floor. He was left with no words while trying to recall every woman he met around Jungkook. He tried to trace back every woman he met because of him. But with him having a brain like a sieve, it’s hopeless. And as if Wooshik’s jaw can get lower, Jungkook continued.

“A lot of times already actually.”

Is it rude that Jungkook is enjoying this? At this point, he is just teasing his best friend for his reactions. Feeling his mouth run dry, Wooshik closed his mouth.

“Am I… the only one who didn’t know about this?” he asked slowly, admittedly feeling a little dumb with not realizing this secret Jungkook had been keeping.

“Will it make you less offended about this whole thing if I tell you you're the first to know in our friend group?”

Wooshik nods his head slowly, “Maybe.”

“Okay.” Jungkook nods. “You are the only one who knows.”

He smiled even wider, knowing full damn well that he is lying.

An hour after they arrived there, the two ended up walking back home after finishing their drinks at the diner. The plans of going to the bowling alley next door were all gone when Wooshik remembered that he had lesson plans and school activities needed to prepare for the upcoming week.

“So, Princess. Two years. I met her before. I’m the first one to know.” Wooshik recited every vital information he learned today.

“Yup.” Jungkook nods.

As soon as they got back in his house, Jungkook was asked of another question.

“Will you ever introduce her to me and everyone?”

And without even pausing for a second, he replied, “Of course. We already talked about that.”

Because you two did. A few times before and after you drunkenly revealed your relationship to Blaire. But there is still no crystal clear plan for it. Just discussions that sometime this year, you will tell your friends about everything.

“When? When are we gonna meet her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we’ll just surprise you.” Jungkook laughed.

Later that day, Jungkook went to your place. You just got home from your Galentine’s Day celebration with your friends. You gave him a small box of vanilla cupcakes you baked on your own during the baking class you, Jennie, Blaire, and Dara took that day. Your boyfriend also took notice of your newly dyed hair, complimenting you on the color you chose. He then thanked you for the flowers and what escalated after receiving them. You two exchange stories about your equally eventful day while Bam sleeps on his soft bed in the corner of your living room.

“And what did he say when he learned about how long we’ve been together?” you excitedly asked with a grin already forming on your face.

Instead of answering your question, Jungkook acted out Wooshik’s reaction. It was exactly like what was in your head. You laughed, softly slapping his arm. He smiled before turning his head again back again to his sketch pad, that you bought some time ago at a dollar store. He has been sketching since you handed him that pad minutes ago.

“He didn’t overreact, did he?” you asked, a little worry can be heard in your tone.

Jungkook looks up, sensing the tone. He smiled while reaching for your hand, “It’s Wooshik. Of course, he overreacts.”

Unexpecting that, the tightness in your chest cleared off and was instantly forgotten as you laughed. Jungkook chuckled too.

“Anyway, what do you think about this? Do you think this is something you would love to have on your skin forever?” He then turned his sketch pad to you, showing you what he’s been working on.

You gasped, “Babe, I love it!”

You reached for the pad and looked at the different pieces he drew. Since you brought up the idea of getting matching tattoos during your recent picnic date, you also asked him to draw the tattoo you two would get to make it more special. You would draw it yourself but you knew Jungkook is much better of an artist than you.

You snapped a picture of the drawing, “I’ll send these to the artist and maybe we can get it tattooed tomorrow.”

“Are you getting them all?!” he asked as he drew three separate objects that symbolize something from each other.

“Yeah, I know I cannot just choose one from any of them.”

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jexnkookie · 3 months

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BTS: In the Secret [Masterlist]

Summary: Big Hit announces a new season of In the Soop with a twist; one lucky Army is going to join the members for an entire summer of filming, picked by a random poll. You were selected, and ready to have an amazing summer. But what happens when you win something else that's a bit more complicated; the heart of the group's maknae?

Rating: M (18+) Progress: Incomplete, Ongoing.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #in the soop #bts in the soop #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fic #jungkook fics #jungkook imagine #jungkook is whipped #bts: in the secret #idol!jungkook #reader insert #fem reader

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raplinenthusiasts · 1 year

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🎤 next song is dedicated to @jeongtokkie

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foxymoxynoona · 10 months

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My Matryoshka: Coming August 22

Banner and linebreak by @awrkives

Book 3 of The Secret Song Series

Idol JK x Russian-American OC

Summary: Jungkook and Sasha are grateful for the newfound stability of their relationship as careers seize the spotlight. Sasha has a thesis to focus on in a hostile academia environment. Jungkook is eager to share his maturing identity with the fans, the world, and his hyungs. But with so much looming change, it's easy to feel like the golden days have already passed. Can they be enough for each other through it all? And really, who could have predicted what one little full sleeve tattoo would cause?

Rating: So Very Explicit

CW: explicit sex, alcohol, recreational drug use, mental health issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms, diet/weight/appearance pressure, references to/healing after child abuse and sex trafficking, anxiety, depression, PTSD, queerness and identity, unhealthy past relationships, abusive parents, alcoholism & addiction in loved ones, harassment (sexual and non-sexual), celebrity scandal, enlistment, public sex, anal sex, oral sex, masturbation, porn, marathon sex, explicit photos & videos, period sex, drunk sex, sex toys, probably more things I'm forgetting

#jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook x oc #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #bangtan smut #bts smut #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook series #jungkook/oc #idol jk x oc #jungkook ff #jeon jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook ff #secret song series #mymatryoshka

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cordiallyfuturedwight · 1 year

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TAEHYUNG & JUNGKOOK (Wings Era Edition)

don’t wanna be lonely, just wanna be yours, @taetheists 💟 from your secret valentine 💘💌 (cr. vids: namuspromised, 0613data; logos: VBstudio Korea)

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lilchibi-chan · 2 years

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Jungkook x Secret Relationship Reader

You met Jungkook on the set of a video. You were the makeup artist and you mentioned to him that you were actually a fan and it was an honor to meet him and the rest of the group, as you had been following them for a very long time. He thanked you for your support and also asked about how long you’ve been a makeup artist and made other small talk. He was very polite, which you expected, but it was nice to know the way that you perceived him was true.

Whenever you touched up his make up, he would make eye contact with you or steal glances at you while filming. This made you a bit more shy around him because 1) he’s very handsome. Even if he wasn’t famous, you’d be a bit nervous. 2) he’s in one of the biggest music groups in the world right now. He could have anyone he wants and yet his attention has been on you the whole time.

At the end of the day, he asked for your Kakao Talk and messaged you from a secret account he had. From that day, you had been messaging everyday since. Over the course of six months, you got closer and closer. Until one day, he asked you to start dating him.

He came to your house late after recording, throwing pebbles at your window to get your attention. When you finally wake up to the small knocks, you head toward the window and look down to see him. He smiles once he see’s you’ve finally come to the window. You signal for him to go around to the back of your house and he listens.

“What are you doing here,” you whisper groggily, but happiness still makes it through

“I couldn’t sleep and I wanted to see you. I had to see you,” he says

“Why,” you ask,“are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” he laughs out,“I just wanted to ask you something.”

“What did you wanna ask me that couldn’t wait til morning,” you say laughing

“W-would you-would you go out with me,” he asks nervously

He bites his bottom lip, awaiting your answer.

You can’t believe what he just asked.

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You and Jungkook have been dating in secret for about a month now. It’s hard getting used to the long hours away, but he makes sure to check in on you as much as he can. Whether it be a call, text, whatever. He’ll send you good morning texts since he wakes up before you and sends encouraging messages along with it. As much as you would love to be open about the relationship, you know why it has to stay secret and you understand. Even in secret though, Jungkook finds ways to make you feel special.

He’ll send you small messages throughout the day when he has a chance, send flowers to your house under a different name and ask how you liked them. Even if he’s in the studio just playing around with music, he’ll FaceTime you or send you little videos.

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Today, Jungkook decided he wanted to take you out during the day. Some where, where you could just be a normal couple. An amusement park!

Since it’s early and there wouldn’t really be a crowd, he knew this was the perfect time to be with you in public. To those who don’t really know who he is, you two just look like young adults on a date and enjoying each other’s company.

“So what would you like to do first, love,” he asks you

You point over to a rollercoaster and he grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

Butterflies start fluttering in your stomach and a smile spreads upon your lips. A blush forming on your cheeks.

You’ve held hands before, but this time it’s different. It’s outside. In the open. It’s normal.

It also isn’t permanent.

As you enter the line to board the rollercoaster, your mind drifts off to what some of ARMY would think if they knew about you. Wondered how it would effect Jungkook, how it would effect BTS as a whole. If he got hate because of you, you wouldn’t be able to bear it.

“You excited,” he asks, pulling you out of your thoughts

You realize the line has moved up and start to walk forward with him.

“Mhm,” you say facing him and giving a small smile

“You okay,” he asks, sending you were feeling a little off

You nod, unconvincingly, and give him a smile as you did before.

He decides to let it go for now and figured you would tell him when you’re ready.

After a couple more rides, you decide to get some food. You spot a table in the back and Jungkook goes to take a seat, facing away from the entrance, so when he took off his mask, no one would notice him.

As you’re ordering, you look over at Jungkook and notice two girls have approached him. You assume that they ask him for a picture when you see him stand up and pose with each of them.

They thank him and run off, excited that they got a picture with him.

You walk back over to the table and smile at him.

“You know they’re gonna post those later right,�� you ask, laughter in your voice

“Yeah, but it’s makes them happy and I’m thankful to have them as our fans,” he says, pride filling his smile

You smile at how happy he is and then a bout of sadness builds in your chest.

“Jungkook,” you say, looking down and fumbling with your fingers

“I-if they were to find out about us, would they uh…would they like me,” you ask, tears brimming your eyes

He grabs your hands and holds them. Caressing your knuckles to help calm you.

“I think they would want me to be happy and I’m happy with you and that’s all that matters. No one can change how I feel about you,” he says

You look up from your hands, tears still threatening to fall.

He smiles at you and wipes a tear that managed to escape.

“Come on, let’s go. I’ll take you home and we can cuddle and watch some movies,” he says, reaching a hand out to help you up.

When you finally make it home, you go to your room to change while Jungkook put out a blanket, got some snacks and put Netflix on.

You can back out to a full spread and as he promised, you watched movies until it was time for him to go home.

He gave you a kiss on your forehead and went down to his van where the driver was waiting.

You decide to clean up and then head to bed. Even though today was long and a bit emotional, you had fun. Jungkook always knew how to make you feel better.

I have an idea for a part 2 of this story, so if you guys want it just lmk!!!! I hope you enjoyed!!! Thanks for reading 💘

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minyooon3012 · 2 months

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The secret history characters as bts

Disclaimer! i am aware that everyone in tsh is objectively a terrible person, but I'm not comparing them based on personality, don't worry the boys are great

Kim Namjoon as Julian Morrow. The seemly eccentric professor experienced in greek and latin.

Kim Seokjin as Francis Abernathy. Handsome and wealthy, full of secrets.

Min Yoongi as Henry Winter. Dangerous, ruthless, the mastermind.

Jung Hoseok as Bunny Corcoran. Extroverted, reckless, energetic.

Park Jimin as Camilla Macaulay. One twin, evilness masked by purity and beauty.

Kim Taehyung as Charles Macaulay. The other twin, unstable and tainted.

Jeon Jungkook as Richard Papen. The loner, the outsider. Manipulated by his own desires.

(oh my god I'm so sorry I had this idea and had to get it out of my system. It's my fatal flaw. Also Hobi I love you you're nothing like bunny.

p.s. Seokjin definitely tried to flirt with Namjoon and who knows, maybe he even scored once. Well, before everything happened.)

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cherrysoulth · 2 years

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SLEEPOVER

💕Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, In the soop

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1520

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

As the night meets an end the girls say their goodnights before retiring to their bedrooms on the assigned side of the house but the guys stay just a few minutes longer before doing the same in theirs. They tease Jungkook, who blushes and adopts a deer-like attitude towards them all the way until they leave, then sprawls on the couch with a sigh and lets his head fall backward.

You still can’t believe how you lost that game and ended up having to take one of the sofas as your residence for the rest of the filming, but what is even more surprising, and totally out of character for him, is Jungkook losing too: it isn't easy to believe.

"Kookie, move, I wanna put this on the floor." He tilts his head to look at you pulling the other sofa's grey cushions and placing them on the floor like a bed. He immediately copies, having the sofa he was in just a moment before as a headboard for both improvised beds.

"Looks better this way," he says as he picks a bedding from under the TV furniture and passes you a set and since you already have your pyjamas on from the late night game, you only lay down to go to sleep.

After a few minutes of lying there with only the moonlight illuminating the room, and having heard the cameras go off with a common bleep, you pull the pillow closer to your neck while lying on your side, opening your eyes, unable to sleep. Jungkook shifts too, facing you, eyes set on your demeanour in absolute silence while yours drift to his throat and the way the muscles of his chest press against the fabric of his shirt and your breath falters.

"Ami…" he says in a low octave that sets your fluff on end and immediately has you rolling on your back. You tilt your head again to look at his serious expression, his breath slightly accelerated, showing his intentions in the way his stare is almost predatory, completely opposing the attitude he had before the red LEDs went off.

In response, you pull up the blanket and look at the ceiling while spreading your legs slowly. He takes no time at all to accept the invitation, crawling to your side and sliding his legs between yours inside the deep grey textile and leans half his body over yours. He holds his upper weight on his forearms and although his black sweatpants have been hiding his commando situation, when he sways on them a little bit to get a comfortable position, the free shaft pressing against your core gives you the hint and it makes your skin crawl in anticipation.

“Are you comfortable?” he wonders aloud pressing his forehead against yours and you mutter a yes, in love with how his breath caresses the bare skin of your face.

You want him to move: you want him to discover you are also not wearing anything underneath the really oversized black T-shirt and the purple striped pyjama shorts. But he just stays there, letting his upper body lean carefully over yours in a hug that makes your heart swell and your whole body memorise the sensation of his big frame against it.

Leaning backwards to let you breathe, he looks at you warmly and rubs his nose against yours while his tattooed hand slides down, resting his weight completely on the opposite elbow. His fingers taunt the edge of your tee and slide up inside of it at the same time his lips fall over yours inviting you calmly and softly. His eyes bulge when his digits edge to your breasts, where the fabric and metallic piece of your bra should be but only finds the soft skin under them. He lets out a low grunt pressing his lips against yours and squinting his eyes the moment he grinds against you after putting his hand over your breast. The way you gasp, opening your mouth, becomes his chance to deepen the kiss and his lovely lips make yours tuck to the same pace he grasps one; giving you a second to breathe the moment his hand shifts to the other.

The kiss intensifies further, with the intrusion of his tongue against your palate pulling you impossibly close when his hand goes down to grab your ass underneath your shorts and realises the lack of fabric there too. The dry thrusting that follows has both of you moaning low against each other’s mouths. Your whole being responds so wildly to him that the moment he tugs your lower lip, and his hips press against your nub again, your slick dampens the thin layer.

"Fuck…" Jungkook whispers, still holding you between his teeth. "I'm sorry…" he apologises, confusing you.

In one quick set of movements, he pulls down his waistband to free himself and pulls the striped and wet middle of your shorts, immediately pushing himself in. Desperation and need, playing both sides, when he pushes himself in fully and you are able to take it although there’s a sharp sting coming from the pressure of your walls against his thickness.

He contains with his lips, the cry that rips through you due to his sudden action, his own breath failing as he squishes his lids together. The way he moves next and keeps on mouthing you, speaks for the fact he’s been wanting you and getting riled up by your games, for a long time.

He moves energetically holding you in place by the waist with his Army hand and, although the other forearm keeps holding his weight, from the sternum down all of his body is against yours. You doubt you’ll ever be able to forget the sensation it provokes, making you feel a part of his whole, completely and deliciously connected.

The increasing pace becomes so relentless you want to scream but the fear of anyone in the house making their way back to the living room keeps your throat in hurtful contention. Your hips accompany his pace, one of your hands over a buttcheek while the other stays tangled in his hair. Muffled moans resound at the back of your nose as your only escape route; his grunts, almost growls, also lowered to the minimum.

His hips suddenly describe a new angle and it sounds on you as he hits the spot, making him pull his reddish lips away from yours for a second to ask you to be quiet and then covers your mouth with his multi-skill hand to keep going with the pace, mercilessly.

Just a few, very calculated pushes later, the orgasm rips through, making tears run down the sides of your eyes and as he keeps thrusting through your height. It’s then you both hear one of the doors at the first-floor slide and like a spring he pulls out and stands, leading you outside in a rush to hide behind a porch pillar at the side of the sliding window, out of sight.

You first are taken aback by it, thinking of how much easier it would have been to just move inside your respective bed’s blankets. But then, with his hand still in your mouth to keep you silent, he pushes your chest against the pillar and helping himself with the free hand, he guides himself inside of you.

His head burying on the crook of your neck as he grunts lowly only adds to the excitement of being discovered, which starts to build a second orgasm. The rush of his pace the moment you hear Taehyung whisper Jungkook’s name calling for him and then see light illuminating from the window, makes you cum at the exact moment he drowns his grunts against your skin. At the same moment, you hear Taehyung's strong steps against the wooden floor approaching the window.

Putting your clothes together the same moment Taehyung steps out and says his name a little bit louder; Jungkook turns you, winks at you and puts a finger over his lips. “Boo!” he says loud enough to startle Taehyung, stepping out from behind the pillar and you poke your head with a mischievous smile.

“Oh my god! Guys you scared me!” says the affected one aiming to pinch Jungkook’s nipples, making him giggle. “I heard sounds from the living room and I see I wasn’t mistaken… You guys are playing games without me.” He pouts and frowns, feigning to be offended.

“It was a one-on-one game, Taehyung,” Jungkook replies looking at you with his rabbit smile but mischievous eyes. “But we can play something all together now if you can’t sleep,” he suggests, looking at his hyung.

“We could stargaze.” Taehyung speaks enthusiastically, letting out air with a long ‘ah’. “The night is chill but the sky is so bright,” he says, giving you both a boxy smile that shines just as much and you both nod, endeared by his pure attitude.

Then while Tehyung leads the way to the sunbeds, Jungkook rubs your hand and kisses you on the head before walking next to him.

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httpknjoon · 4 days

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a summer fashion choice | jjk

plot | This summer heat got you and your friends to enjoy your day at Blaire's beach house in the ocean. While everyone suits in their swimwear, your friends wonder why Jungkook your secret boyfriend is wearing a high-neck shirt.

words | 2.7k+

genres | fluff, crack, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | they are just getting sloppier and sloppier atp 🥴 anyway, enjoy reading!! let me know ur thoughts 🫶

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“Look at him, all focused on his laptop and work.”

Jenny rested her elbows on the white sand while turning her head to the beach house. Specifically on its porch, where your secret boyfriend types eagerly on his keyboard while answering a call through his Airpod. His eyes were focused on his screen and you swore you could see the gears in his head turning at a rapid pace. You thought he could enjoy this weekend but he got a call after you had breakfast with everyone this morning. You sighed, shaking your head.

“I heard he is working for a possible promotion.”

“Yeah, but we are on vacation right now,” Dara replied while putting on some sunscreen on her arms.

Your two friends shifted their conversation to other things. But your gaze remained on Jungkook. You watch Blaire approach him after his call, softly patting his back. She points out to the ocean while talking to him. Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. Blaire walked away, also shaking her head with a smile. Even though she wore dark aviator sunglasses that matched her lace cover-up, you felt like she was looking at you. You confirmed it when she sat beside you.

“That guy cannot stop working after we had breakfast. Next time that I’m bringing you all here at the beach house, I am confiscating your gadgets,” she spoke out.

“Geez! Mom, relax.” Jenny exhaled exaggeratedly like a teenager, making you and Dara giggle. “You should check on your other kid though.”

She pulled down her sunglasses and pointed her finger to the other side of the beach. Wooshik, whose body is buried underneath a large amount of sand, has been shooing Bam away, who is licking his face.

“Who the hell spread peanut butter on his face?!” Blaire laughed.

Dara raised her hand, “It was my idea. But we all smeared it on his face.”

You nodded, remembering that you were also the one who called Bam to first smell your friend’s face. The sand was too heavy on his body that Wooshik could not even raise his hand to push Bam away. By the time he was able to get off the sand, his face was already shiny clean with your dog’s drool.

“Hey!”

You all stood up to run when Wooshik threw sand directed at your area. Bam ran behind you and your friends, laughing and playing on the seashore. You don’t know who ran towards the ocean first but you, Blaire, Dara, and Jenny worked all together to splash water against Wooshik. It did not last long as your arms got tired and you asked for a truce.

“Oh, no. Bam, baby, stay there!”

You quickly ran from the salt water when you noticed your dog running in your direction. Thankfully, you met him halfway, just when he was about to take a step into the waters. That was when you decided to sit with him on the sand. You two watched your friends playing in the water. You were smiling until you remembered your boyfriend who was wasting this day with his laptop. That’s when you pick up your sheer white wrap skirt and tie it around your hips. You also attached Bam’s leash to him again, just to make sure he won’t run away from you.

“Let’s go, Bam.”

Barefoot, you strolled on the warm sand on your way. Even though it was close to the afternoon, you still find the heat endurable to enjoy the beach.

“Hey…” you softly smiled at him.

“Hey.” he was typing on his laptop when he responded.

You pulled one of the vacant seats around the small table and sat on it. You noticed a little thick compilation of papers on the table. You wondered if he planned to do his job here today since he had all of these back in his car.

“Babe…” you called him with a careful tone.

He threw a short glance at you before reading something on the paper, “Yes, princess?”

“You know that today is Saturday, right?” you told him while Bam sniffed your resting hand.

“Yes. But I forgot that I was supposed to do this last night and I didn’t because we drove here.” he reasoned. “And I need to pass this–”

“When is the deadline?” you cut him off, knowing that he is just doing this all for a reason.

“It’s…” he paused, looking back at you while biting his inner cheek. He knows that you know why he was doing this. So, he cannot tell lies even if he wants to. “It’s two weeks from now.”

You leaned back in the chair while crossing your arms, “You know what I am going to say, right?”

He nods his head, “But they will announce the promotion soon and if I pass this report earlier than others, I might–”

“You might end up really tired and overworked.” you cut him off again. This time, sounding more serious. “You have a deadline for a reason. Plus, we came here to enjoy this weekend. You still have time to do that when we get back to the city.”

“But I want to pass this report as soon as possible.” he firmly said, undeterred.

“Okay, whatever you say.” You gave up, getting up.

The moment you said that Jungkook instantly felt the shift in the air. Your back is already turned to him as you walk back to the house. His chest tightened and it’s like something is stuck in his throat. Before he can even call your name again to talk, Bam barked next to him. As if he knows his dad did something wrong.

Might as well go read a book or watch something, you thought.

Admittedly, you were annoyed that Jungkook is firm about doing that report here, especially when he said that it’s still due in the next week. Usually, you understand him being this workaholic since he has been aiming for that promotion. But it’s not like you will get to go here again next weekend.

You searched around the room for that book you brought with you. Under the bed, under the sheets, and even your luggage. Surely, you brought it with you. You remembered reading it before Jungkook sneaked into your room last night. While looking on the bed again, you heard a couple of knocks on your door.

Busy, you only said, “It’s unlocked.”

That’s when Jungkook steps into your room. He noticed your scrunched eyebrows when you looked at him after looking under a pillow. His heartbeats fastened as he slowly closed the door behind him. You were busy searching for something and he was about to ask but then your expression changed after looking under the other pillow. Finally, you looked at him, holding the book to your chest.

“Where’s Bam?”

“I left him with Blaire. She took him with her on the sand.” Jungkook took a step closer.

You acted naive, walking to the other side of the room where your luggage was left open. You began cleaning up the mess you made while looking for the book.

“Are you done with your report?” you asked without even looking at him.

“No.”

You didn’t say anything and neither did he. So after zipping up your stuff, you have already decided to leave and read outside. But you wanted to freshen up first. You looked at yourself in front of the mirror, ignoring your boyfriend who sat quietly on the bed but obviously watching you. You meet his eyes through the mirror.

“Then, what are you still doing here, Jungkook?”

No babe? Or even Kook? Jungkook frowned, getting up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Princess…” his tone was pleading. “I’m sorry.”

With how close his warm breath on your ear, it sends shivers all over your body. You wonder how did the temperature get high gradually, almost matching the heat outside. You tried to keep your composure, not breaking any expression on your face while you asked him again.

“For what?”

Gently, Jungkook turns you around to directly face him. His hands were still on your waist and the space between you two was almost nonexistent. You looked straight into his eyes while clenching your jaw.

“I’m sorry that I’m working during the weekends and I pissed you off when you just want me to enjoy this day,” he said, almost a whisper.

At that point, you already lost yourself. Your gaze went from his eyes down to his lips when he began speaking. After you realized what were you doing, you looked at him.

“I’ll accept that apology if you tell me you won’t be doing any work for the rest of our time here.”

He raised his left hand and stood like a true follower, “I promise that I will not do any reports while we’re here.”

Jungkook waited for you to say something but you simply ran your hands through his hair. You softly massage his scalp with your fingertips just like what you usually do when you know he’s tired or when you two shower together. You figured he was enjoying your thing when his eyes closed as his hold on your waist tightened. Your eyebrow raised before tugging on his hair, causing Jungkook to groan.

“Just… enjoy,” you mumbled.

Jungkook nods, slowly opening his eyes, and the first thing he sees is that little smirk on your lips. He smiled while wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You were the first one to lean in and make your lips meet. But as you were about to pull away, Jungkook held you firmer, deepening the kiss. You once again tugged on his hair. He responded with a soft moan. The kiss became more passionate. You two moved in sync, moving closer to the bed, without breaking the kiss. You straddle him. The next thing you know, your lips were tracing kisses on his jawline down to his neck. Lost in the moment, Jungkook tilts his head back. You move your hips slightly, earning another groan from him.

“Everyone’s outside?” you asked in between kisses.

“Mhm…” he hummed “Princess…”

You mindlessly began sucking the skin just below his jawline. He gasped, his hand squeezing your thigh gently. You did it a couple of times more before you pulled away and were about to reach and untie your top from the back when you noticed the dark bruise forming on his neck.

“Oh, shit,” you murmured.

Jungkook opened his eyes, “Why?”

You look at him with a look of guilt on your face. You were trying not to smile, pursing your lips. He tried to stop you from getting up from him but you pulled him to the mirror.

“What– Fuck.” Jungkook cursed while tracing the hickeys you left on his neck. “That’s a lot, Princess.”

You were trying so hard not to laugh, “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook was about to speak when you heard knocks on your door. Your eyes widened.

“Come out, lovebirds. We’re having barbecues outside for lunch.” Blaire spoke.

You and your boyfriend looked at each other, silently asking each other what to do with the obvious bruises on his neck.

“Tell me, why the fuck is your boyfriend wearing a turtleneck in this burning weather?”

After having lunch, you and your friends went back to the beach to play volleyball. You take turns cooking the remaining barbecues and playing. You and Blaire were sitting on the side when she asked you that question. Her tone was not even asking, just genuinely curious and you understand. Because it is really weird why someone would wear a turtleneck shirt on the beach. Worse, it’s not even the swimwear type. It’s cotton material.

Unfortunately, that’s the only remedy you and Jungkook can think of earlier. You cannot really think of any answer so you were relieved when Dara sat next to you guys. You tapped Blaire, asking her to keep her lips sealed.

“I hate playing with those competitive players,” Dara said, referring to Jenny, Wooshik, and Jungkook.

You and Blaire laughed, offering her a drink instead. Jenny was playing alone against the two guys. Her competitive nature naturally takes on every time the ball is served to her side. You and the others just cheered for her on the side, chanting her name. You all cheered louder when Jenny got another win.

“See? I told you, you can’t move properly with that shirt.” Wooshik grunted at his best friend.

Jungkook fought back, “I am literally the MVP of this team. Four out of five points came from me.”

You laughed at their immatureness whenever they were together. Jenny asked for time out and you gave her a glass of iced tea. The guys followed, getting their barbecue and drink.

“Why are you even wearing that? We’re on a beach.” Dara asked.

Jungkook took a glance at you before replying, “I… I got bad insect bites.”

Wooshik, who quietly caught that, asked, “Where? On your neck?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Oh, I brought a cream for that!” Dara began searching through her beach bag. “Here!”

Jungkook awkwardly accepted the small tube Dara handed him, “Thanks.”

“You should put it now. It relieves the bite almost instantly,” she added.

“Oh, okay. I’ll put it later when I’m back in my room.” he reasoned.

“Why not now?” Wooshik squinted his eyes.

It didn’t help that your other friends also encouraged him to put it now. You remained quiet, gulping your drink until there was nothing left.. Jungkook can tell that you ran out of ideas too.

“Well, okay…” he sighed. Fuck it.

He removed his shirt and his friends almost had the same reaction as soon as he got his shirt over his head.

“Oh… Oh.”

Dara has her eyes wide open, staring at the insect bites. Her lips were formed into a small o. Jenny was confused, lines forming between her brows as she scanned his neck. Wooshik choked on something and was coughing for a good ten seconds. Blaire was covering her lips, obviously hiding a smile on her face. And the insect herself, you, looked away when you met his eyes.

“What?” Jungkook broke the silence. “It’s bad, I know.”

Jenny cleared her throat, “What… what insect bit you again?”

“I-I don’t know. I just saw them after I finished doing my workloads earlier.” he lied.

“I’m sorry but why does it look like hickeys?” Dara giggled.

“Dara!” Blaire scolded her.

Then, Wooshik joined, asking, “But is it though?”

“It’s not!” Jungkook exclaimed. “I-It’s actually kinda itchy.”

“It looks bad…” you awkwardly commented, just to break off your personal silence.

You feel bad seeing him cornered like this but embarrassed at the same time with your artwork on his neck. Jungkook turned his head to you with his eyes narrowing.

“I know, YN. That’s what I said.”

His tone seems a little annoyed and you totally understand why. Although this isn’t the first time you gave him love bites, you managed to hide it before.

“Then, you should totally put that cream Dara gave you.” you remind him about the said cream in his hand.

“After you put that, let’s go back to playing,” Wooshik told everyone. He then turned to his best friend, “And you keep your shirt off. The hickeys– I mean, those bites are gonna be fine.”

The sun was already setting when your friends decided to go back to the house. You decided to stay for a little longer on the shore to take pictures of Bam. Jungkook got back the house too to get his camera.

“Bam, look at here!” you tried to get Bam’s attention.

You were so focused on taking pictures that you didn’t notice Wooshik returning to look for his slippers.

“Do you want me to take pictures of you and Bam?” he asked.

You turned around, “Oh, it’s fine. Just Bam.”

He nods before turning his back, “Okay, Princess.”

You paused, confused, “What did you call me?”

“Princess?” Wooshik faced you and the first thing you noticed was that stupid smile on his face. “Oh, I thought you like being called that.”

Speechless, you just shook your head. Wooshik chuckled at your answer. A mix of confusion and surprise was painted all over your face.

“Okay, don’t stay out here for too long. You might get insect bites. Just like Jungkook.” he reminded you before running back to the house.

You rolled your eyes, whispering, “He knows.”

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BTS: In the Secret (Idol! Jungkook x Reader) [Chapter 5]

Rating: M (18+)

Chapter Warnings: None.

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While you were sleeping, Jungkook did what he did best when he needed to clear his head; he boxed. After slipping on his gloves and getting into position, he let it all out on a punching bag. Again, his thoughts settled on you; how you felt in his arms, how you gazed at his lips like he gazed at yours, giving him a glimmer of hope that just maybe you wanted to kiss him, too. He needed to get you alone again, and away from the cameras.

It was something he had thought about while working out. All the cameras on the property were filming every move the members made. Of course, that’s what everyone signed up for. No surprise there. But that means everything will be up to view soon, and Jungkook didn’t know what would be aired, and what wouldn’t. Would their short-lived game of truth or dare, where you gave Taehyung a quick kiss, be seen by fans? Or your movie day together? What about him carrying you to bed? He hoped not, knowing how some fans react to just a dating rumor. He didn’t want you to be on the receiving end of one of those storms. Whatever heat he got, he could take it, and would take it, if it meant protecting you.

So he continued thinking; how can he get you away from the other members, and away from the cameras, to have privacy with you? How can he keep this a secret, while still properly confessing? A grin came to his face as he hatched an idea, but he’d need a little time to think through the details. That wouldn’t be now, however, as you walked into the door of the gym.

“Hey.” You greeted him with a wave. “I’m so sorry I fell asleep. That was so embarrassing, and I feel awful.”

“Don’t, it’s ok.” He said, his voice going soft once again, as became a habit around you. “You were tired.”

“And um…thank you, for bringing me to my bedroom.” You blushed, walking closer to him as he had paused his workout. “That was really sweet of you.”

“Any time.” He smiled.

Figuring out where to move the conversation to, because you didn’t want to stop talking to him, you glanced to his boxing gloves.

“Y’know, I’ve never boxed before.” You smiled. “It looks fun, though.”

“I can show you.” He grinned, always ready to play. Jungkook began removing his gloves, before raising his sparkling eyes to yours. “Here, put these on. They’ll probably be too big but it’ll work for now.”

Standing very close to you, he helped you put them on, as you had never done so before. You felt as though you couldn’t breathe, and like your heart had paused in your chest. How is it even possible for someone be that beautiful? He stood tall over you, and you wanted him to put his arms around you so badly. Little did you know, he wanted to, as well. He focused solely on your gloves, but being so close to you and feeling your eyes on him made him more nervous than he’d care to admit. He wanted to lean down just enough to kiss you, but he knew it wasn’t the right time.

Not yet. Not in front of the cameras, and not on the property.

He had an idea, and he wanted to stick to it.

“Ok!” He smiled. “I’ll show you how to throw a punch, then you’ll hit me.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you!” You laughed.

“I really doubt you’re going to hurt me.” He teased, smirking at you.

“We’ll see. I can be mean!”

“I seriously doubt that.” Jungkook giggled. “Let’s get it, c’mon!”

You threw punch after punch, while Jungkook blended teasing words with encouragement. He loved your competitiveness and playfulness, as it matched him so well. He thought to himself, as he was laughing with you, how easy it is just to be with you. Although you were a fan, that’s why you were selected, you treated him like a normal person. Someone to joke with, someone to just hang out with. He felt like he never had to try around you, and he appreciated that you didn’t seem to try hard to impress him, either. Everything just felt so natural.

“Alright, Kookie, I’m taking you down this round.” You giggled through deep breaths, collecting yourself.

“Yeah?” He grinned. “You’re confident?”

“Mhm.” You hummed. “Watch.”

With that, you went back in with a fierceness, making him smile and coo to himself, watching how you were trying so hard but still couldn’t even knock him back. Moving in closer to him, you both began laughing as it was clear that this was going nowhere for you. Jungkook “fought” back, moving forward towards you, making you back up despite your cute complaints. (“No fair, you’re bigger! I’m punching above my weight!”) Without paying too much attention, caught up in the fun you were having together, you were backed against the wall, trapped by Jungkook.

“Fine! You win!” You laugh, throwing your head back to the wall.

Jungkook was somehow even closer than he was before, with your body resting against the wall. While you both caught your breath, grinning over your silliness, Jungkook’s hand instinctively came up to brush strands of hair away from your face as your eyes were gazing into his.

You stared at each other for what felt like hours, just enjoying being close. The moment felt fragile, as though if either person moved too quickly, it would shatter.

“Hi.” He whispered, breaking the silence.

“Hi.”

“I…” Jungkook started without really understanding what it was he needed to say. “That was fun.”

“Yeah.” You smiled warmly, biting your lip nervously before adding, “I like hanging out with you.”

“Yeah?” He grinned. “I like hanging out with you, too.”

And just like that, it was present again; another fragile moment. Eyes glued to each other, butterflies in his stomach, and a racing heart in your chest. Words that you both weren’t quite sure how to say, or if you should say them, lingering in the air, making the room feel heavy. The attraction was immediate, but now the spark is glowing, as well. It was something you both knew, but didn’t understand how to approach it.

“I, uh, think we may need a shower.” Jungkook said softly. “Before Yoongi-hyung finishes dinner.”

“You’re probably right.” You smiled, sighing internally that the moment couldn’t last.

“You go first. I’ll clean up here, and meet you later, ok?”

“Ok.” You replied. You looked over his features one more time before leaving for your guesthouse.

Jungkook was grinning uncontrollably, feeling electric from the interaction. He knew he couldn’t mess this up with you, but he needed to tell you how he felt. There was something between you two that was almost magnetic, drawing him to you in ways that felt unreal. He understood he needed to act, but it needed to be private and personal, and just right.

He quickly reached for his phone, and looked for the answer to one question;

How long until a lake clears after a flood?

A week passed, and it seemed to fly by. You had discussed your favorite records with Yoongi, painted a bit with Taehyung, beaten Jin at Mario Kart (much to his dismay), and gossiped over drinks with Jimin. The latter of which you increasingly became closer with, thanking multiple glasses of wine and late night conversations for that.

“Are you single?” Jimin asked. It was 4 a.m., and the cameras were turned off for the night, allowing you to speak more freely.

“I am.” You responded. “Honestly, I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t. Spending a summer with 7 men alone… I don’t think a boyfriend would appreciate that, you know? What about you?”

“That’s true… And, me too.” He said. “The last one, I don’t know… we just didn’t work out.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s ok. It’s in the past now.” Jimin smiled kindly. “Can I ask about you?”

“My last boyfriend?” You rolled your eyes at the memory. “I broke up with him. We just never had any fun together, you know? It grew stale very quickly, like we were stuck in this routine, and he took himself too seriously to try anything new.”

“He doesn’t sound like your type.”

“Yeah?” You grinned at his response, pouring more wine. “What do you think my type is?”

“I think you like someone you can have fun with.” He stated, leaning back into the couch, a mischievous look gracing his features as if holding in a secret. “I think you’d like someone who can make you laugh and who will play with you, but he can also be sensitive and take care of you.”

“You almost sound like you have someone in mind for me.” You giggled.

“Not really.” Jimin smiled, looking down at his glass. “Just guessing.”

At the end of the week, Jungkook had come to your bedroom door, knocking to wake you. It was late; late enough where the cameras were turned off and the other members were sleeping. You furrowed your brow wondering who would be coming to get you at this time, and why.

“Jungkook?” You whispered. “What are you doing?”

“Y/N, I have a surprise for you,” He whispers, his eyes somehow dazzling in the dark. “Should you choose to accept it.”

“You make it sound like a video game side quest, Kookie.” You giggle. “I accept. What is it?”

“Put on some shoes, and come with me.” He responded with a boyish grin. “I have something to show you.”

You did as you were told, and Jungkook led you though the dark to the ATV on the property. Attached to it, somehow, was a bottle from Yoongi’s whiskey stash and a blanket. You were suddenly thankful for the cover of the night, because you could feel your cheeks blushing as you gathered what he could be up to.

“Get on, and hold on tight to me, ok?” He explained. “I found something I think you’ll like.”

After getting onto the back of the ATV, you got comfortable and hugged him tightly from the back. Jungkook smiled at the feeling of your arms, and he hoped it was the first of many times he’d feel you wrapped around him. He took off, checking to make sure the members and the staff weren’t paying attention, and took you down the road. The drive was short, and you wondered what Jungkook could’ve possibly found, as you were in the woods.

But as he drove up to what seemed to be a perfect, private oasis, your eyes grew wide. Tucked in a cleared spot, there was a lake with the moonlight reflecting off the cool water. It was peaceful and serene, with only the occasional sound of crickets breaking the silence.

“It’s the lake that the staff members mentioned may flood.” Jungkook explained as he helped you off the ATV. “I wanted to bring you here for a few days, but it needed to clear first.”

“This is so pretty.” You said.

“Come on, let’s go sit down.” He said, carrying the blanket and the wine.

“I feel like a teenager.” You laughed as Jungkook spread the blanket on the ground. “Sneaking out of the house late with a boy, stealing alcohol from the kitchen.”

“We’re rebels.” Jungkook laughed. You sat next to him, and he popped open the bottle of wine. “Meaning we drink from the bottle, too…and totally not because I forgot to grab glasses.”

“I love this.” You giggled. “Thank you for bringing me out here. This is nice.”

“Anytime.” He replied softly. “I’ve been thinking… this could be our place, y’know? If we need to get away from the cameras, from the set, we can just come here.”

“That sounds amazing.” You said. Jungkook looked over at you, admiring your features and how they glowed in the moonlight. “Oh, look! We can see stars so clearly here.” You laid down on the blanket, and Jungkook followed.

“I can see… the moon.” Jungkook joked, making you laugh. “I don’t know much about stars.”

“Tell me your zodiac, and I’ll show you where it is.” You smiled.

You began pointing out to Jungkook where his corner of the sky was, and where yours was alongside it. While you spoke about stars, Jungkook had some of his own in his eyes, hanging on every word you said. The atmosphere of the lake, the red wine buzz you both felt, and your sweet voice right next to him made him so, unbelievably happy. You spoke about his corner of the sky, but he felt like this little place he found was meant for both of you. Your little corner of the world.

“Hey.” He whispered, cutting you off softly.

“Hey.” You whispered back.

“I…” A brief pause, but unlike that day in the gym, he knew what he needed to say. “I just want to tell you, that I meant what I said. The day I met you, I said you were so pretty. It’s true… I think you’re beautiful.”

“T-Thank you.” You stuttered, blushing profusely at his gaze and attention.

“Can…Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“The day we were watching a movie, and the day we were boxing… I felt something.” Jungkook explained nervously. “I felt a.. I don’t know, a spark or something, if that makes sense. Did you… Do you…”

“Yeah.” You smiled warmly. “Yeah, I feel it, too.”

Once again, a fragile moment appearing. The warm, summer air feels heavy once again, and a rush of vulnerability passes through. The quiet part weighs on you both now that it’s been said out loud; he feels something for you, and you feel it to. Not love, not yet. Not enough to dive in head first. But enough to be a promise of something, or the hope of an exciting possibility.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked, gazing down at your lips. You nodded your consent, and he slowly brought his hands to your waist, pulling you in closer to cuddle with him on the blanket. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, just as he had done back at the main house, but the action felt different this time. More real, knowing its intention.

He smiled, as did you, at the tension of the moment.

Then, he leans in, eyes closed. You closed yours as well, anticipating the touch. He lingers nearby, nerves taking over, but Jungkook wouldn’t miss his chance. His lips grazed yours, before connecting fully. Your hands came up to touch his chest softly, encouraging him to go just a bit further. So he did, deepening the kiss and savoring how your lips locked with his for the first time.

After spending some time together, feeling high off of whatever this connection was, you both knew you needed to get back before the members and staff realized you were missing. Jungkook packed up and drove you back, but noticing the time and knowing the cameras hadn’t turned back on quite yet, he took your hand in his to walk you back to your bedroom.

“Please get some rest, ok?” He whispered, leaning in close again, not able to get enough. “I’m sorry I kept you out so late.”

“It’s ok.” You smiled, reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Y/N, listen.” He whispered, his tone more serious as he placed his hands on your hips. “I don’t want either of us to feel pressured by anyone about this… about us. I don’t want anyone jumping to their own conclusions about us before we even know for sure what we are. I just want us to spend time together, y’know? So when the cameras are on, and the members are around, let’s keep it between us.”

“Ok.” You said, your voice a bit sad.

“Hey, Y/N, c’mon.” Jungkook cooed, pulling you in close to hold you. “Trust me, I want everyone to know about this, but just not yet. I’m not hiding you, I’m protecting you. I promise. Please, just trust me.”

He looked down at you, giving you a soft, slow kiss and feeling relieved when he felt your smile.

“Goodnight.” You whispered, before turning towards the door.

“Goodnight.” He replied. Jungkook struggled to let you go, wanting to hold you in his arms longer, now that he actually has you.

You reached for his sweatshirt that night, wearing it to bed like you had done so many nights before. But somehow, it felt softer than ever.

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Jungkook con/sin tatuaje 7 de la amistad detrás de la oreja

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dari-ede · 1 year

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Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin: Ch 7

Chapter 7: “끝나지 않은 우리 얘기”

Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07

MASTERLIST

Summary: I was living a perfectly, normal, mundane life.... So why in the HELL did Kim Seokjin walk into it and ruin it all for me???

Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Reader

Rating: M (story contains explicit sexual scenes)

STATUS: Complete!

SPECIAL NOTE: Sending good thoughts and positive vibes to the real Mr. Kim Seokjin. 🥰

And a big hug to whoever is needing it today.

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"How does it look?" he asked, keeping his eyes fully on me.

It was so strange to see him like this. He had just come back from getting his buzzcut. In these five years together, I had never seen the shape of his head so clearly. If I was being honest, it looked a little egg-shaped. I had the immediate knee-jerk reaction to laugh as I imagined his head becoming an egg. I pushed down the laughter and reached out to touch his hair, hoping it would distract him and he wouldn't catch the smile that was threatening to come out. "It's different," I said.

It worked. His eyes followed my hand. "Feels different." He rubbed his head, rubbing his palm against his newly shaved head.

"Good different or bad different?" I asked, mimicking his moves. His hair felt almost like a bristle brush.

"Not sure," he mumbled. "Does it look good or bad?" he asked, pressing, as his eyes fell on my face again.

I smiled at him and took another step towards him. "You would look good bald," I said genuinely. I reached up, took hold of his face, and gave him a kiss full on the lips.

He grinned down at me, his arms coming around my waist and pulling me close. "As long as you like it, I can live with it."

I giggled as he brushed his nose against mine. "I like everything about you."

His top teeth came into full view as his smile turned wider. And once again, for the trillionth time, I feel myself melting into him.

"Seokjinssi," came a voice behind us.

We quickly separated and turned towards the door, which was where the voice had come from.

A staff member gave her apologies but announced that they were ready for him. We were at HYBE headquarters due to a few things Jin had to record. Thankfully, it wasn't going to be too many hours they needed him. He was only going to shoot for a little while and then we would be off to dinner with his family. He was set to have some time with the guys this weekend as well. There would be some time left for us privately, but it wouldn't be until later.

Seokjin thanked the staff and informed her he would be on his way in a bit. As soon as she left, he turned to me and took my hand into his. "I think Maya might be in the building."

I nodded. "She is. I messaged her earlier. I'm going to go see her right now."

With a last peck on the lips, we both went out ways. He headed left to film for work and I headed right toward Maya's studio.

Maya was an American artist and talented songwriter. She had known the guys for years and had helped co-write several of their songs. A few years ago, she moved to Korea to become a freelance songwriter for HYBE. Her stay here only helped strengthen her friendship with the group. I, too, had become quite close to her because of this and now considered her a friend. Whenever I came to visit Jin now at headquarters, I wasn't as bored as often since I had Maya to help keep me company.

After entering Maya's studio, I took a seat on her love couch as she tidied up and saved her work.

"So, how are you doing?" she asked after allowing herself to relax on the chair across from me.

Maya was the type of friend who genuinely cared for others. And not just on a superficial level or physical sense, but mental health-wise. She often checked in on the guys to see how their stress level was and was very vocal to voice her concerns when she thought they were taking too much. From what Seokjin and the guys said, Maya was almost like an older, protective sister. When I first met her, she had been kind and warm. Over the years, we became friends. But this last year, we had gotten especially close, which I was grateful for. During the last part of this year, I had gone through a rough patch due to Jin's ongoing military postponement. Seokjin and I had worked through it, but on days that I was too upset to speak to him, I turned to Maya for a shoulder.

I knew I couldn't lie to her when she asked how I was doing. "I'm trying not to think too much about it," I said honestly. "I'm literally taking it one day at a time. I wake up, check Seokjinie's schedule and build around that. When it's time to go to sleep, I focus on being in the moment with him and not think about the next day."

"That's good," Maya said with a small smile. "Has Jin been the same?"

I crack a smile and roll my eyes a little, scoffing a bit. "That's his attitude regardless. He doesn't like looking too far into the future."

Maya gave a slight nod, agreeing with me.

I chuckled for a little, thinking of how Seokjin could be a bit immature sometimes now that he didn't have a lot of work on his plate. He mostly did nothing during his time off. It never bothered me; quite the opposite, I found it endearing when I saw him enjoying his free time. For so many years, he had worked almost every single day without having more than one day off. Seeing him relax and stress about an AI on a video console warmed my heart.

But he was days away from no longer living in that world. Soon, he would be having long days that would not only be physically exhausting but mentally take a toll on him. He would be sleep deprived and his nutritious foods would be taken away. Suddenly, dozens of concerns began to fill my head. Usually, Seokjin was next to me and I was able to force myself from allowing my thoughts to become too dark. But he wasn't here....

"Unnie," a voice called to me, full of concern.

I took a breath, caught myself, and forced myself to calm down. After a couple of seconds, I turned to Maya and gave her a small smile. "I'm ok."

But she didn't look convinced. Slowly, she made her way over to me. "You sure?"

I nodded but didn't think I had the strength enough to further talk.

Maya analyzed me, trying to figure out how to best handle the situation. Thankfully, she read my mind and decided to keep me occupied with frivolous things, such as a couple of dramas we were watching. Eventually, I forgot about what awaited me in a few days.

*******

We were both up quite early that day. Neither of us had been able to sleep much.

I tried not to think of it. Tried to ignore the fact that for the next year or so, our time was going to be very short. Tried to ignore the fact that in the next 540 days, we would be lucky if we got to spend 70 days together. Only 10% of the next 18 months, I would be able to see him. Hear him. Feel him.

Laying together on the bed, my head stayed on his chest, breathing in his scent and trying to hold onto that memory. I was going to have to make sure I didn't wash any of his clothes all week. Hell, I didn't even want to wash the sheets. The next time I would see him, he wouldn't smell the same. It would be different. He wouldn't smell like he did now--like home.

Throughout the night, I felt Seokjin's nose press up against my hair, taking a deep breath. Seemed as if he was trying to do the same with me. He was trying to capture my smell and keep it in his memory.

I wanted to talk to him; make sure none of our time was wasted. Since we were both awake, I was confused as to why neither of us talked. It took a long moment to accept that holding each other was enough. No words really needed to be said. Our embrace was enough.

We didn't pay the alarm much mind. We turned it off and got ready in almost silence, speaking a few words to one another.

And as we made our way out of our home, I checked the clock in the entrance hall, making sure we were good on time.

Most of the day had a low energy, despite Seokjin doing his best to crack jokes every time he could. We laughed, of course, but still felt the heaviness weigh in on us.

When it was time to head out, only a few of us accompanied him. He wanted to keep it small and intimate. We respected that.

I took notice of how he never left my side. As he spoke to his parents, brother, friends, and members, he ensured I stayed close. There were a couple of times he noticed I wasn't following him, but he quickly caught on to it. He turned around and took hold of my hand, pouting at me. It was one of the few times that I actually cracked a smile. His genuine pouts were always endearing.

I did stay mostly at his side. The only time I didn't was when I noticed his mother. Feeling he needed privacy with his family, I pulled away. He reached for me, but I brushed away his hand, gesturing to his mother. By the saddened look on her face, she looked close to losing it. I imagined she wanted at least one tiny moment alone with her sons and husband.

Thankfully, Seokjin took the prompt and caught on to his mother's needs. He went to her.

I stepped back and joined the others. We all stayed still as we allowed Seokjin and his family a few moments.

Minutes later, the Kim family pulled apart, Jin then making his way to the rest of us. Keeping things light and happy, Seokjin did a perfect job of making sure everyone was at ease. He goofed around and prevented the atmosphere from becoming too gloomy.

Sadly, the final call was made. My stomach began to churn.

Seokjin went to everyone and gave his last goodbyes.

Maya was the next to bid him farewell. The pair exchanged a few words, Seokjin whispering in her ear so only she could hear. I heard her tell him something along the lines of "I'll look after her." She gave him a nod and a kind smile.

"Thank you, Mai-Mai," he told her and she pulled away. He didn't call her that too often, only when he was being sentimental.

Next was Namjoon. He and Seokjin spent a good amount of time together. Namjoon had always been a guy very much in touch with his feelings. He had been crying off and on the entire morning. Right now, his face was still a little flushed but he was controlling himself. Then, right before they backed away from each other, Seokjin whispered something in Namjoon's ear.

Namjoon's face turned serious. Namjoon looked intently into Seokjin's eyes and gave him an assured nod. "Consider it done. No problem."

They shook hands and Seokjin held tightly to his leader's hand. "Promise me."

Another confident nod from Namjoon. "I promise, hyung."

Seokjin seemed to be satisfied with Namjoon's response and he finally let go.

I was the last one for him to say his goodbyes to.

Thankfully, I noticed our friends and his family making a kind of circle around us, blocking anyone from looking at us too closely.

He bent over so only I could hear him. "Please look after yourself, gongjunim. Eat well, go to bed at a decent time, and drink plenty of water." He continued to list other things, but I wasn't listening. I was too busy trying to contain my tears from spilling. There was a heaviness in my chest and it was getting a little harder to take in breaths.

I did my best to focus on his eyes, allowing him to ground me.

"Will you promise me that, gongjunim?" he asked, his voice tender with a slight quiver.

It was at that moment that I noticed he was getting emotional as well. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes.

I nodded and reached out, taking his hand in mine. "I love you, jagiya," I said, putting my entire heart into the words.

He leaned in, his lips brushing mine lightly. "I love you."

Taking a breath, we pulled apart. He squeezed my hand one last time and gave everyone one last wave as he took steps back.

He walked off and sent me a sweet and courageous smile. His eyes were red, puffy, and watery, but he kept the tears in.

I waved back at him, giving him the same smile back and also containing my tears.

A hand wrapped around mine and took hold. I wasn't sure who it was, but I imagined it might have been Maya. We all stood there until he left our view.

Surprisingly, I still kept it together.

*******

I did ok the rest of the day. Maya, my sister, and my cousin stayed with me that night, keeping me company. Maya brought a nice bottle of wine to keep our spirits up. We spoke a little about Jin, but mostly they did their best to keep my brain occupied.

The next day, I made sure to stay well over my time at work.

My cousin and sister met me for a late dinner, prolonging the long night that lied ahead of me.

As much as I wanted to go home and have his scent embrace every part of me, I feared the break down. A few tears had been shed since the day before, but they had been manageable. I still felt in control.

Finally, a little after 1AM, I couldn't procrastinate anymore. We all had work the next day and in good conscience, I couldn't keep my sister and cousin up for so long.

Reaching our front door, I took a breath, bracing myself for the emotions I was sure were going to take over.

As I walked down the entrance and entered the empty living room, his scent was instant and hit me like a truck. I inhaled him, feeling his essence run through my lungs and enter every cell in me.

My stomach clenched and something squeezed at my throat.

I took my breaths, calming myself.

After several moments, my body felt more in control. The emotions were still there, but I managed to keep them from overtaking me. Turning to the clock, I noticed it had been about 36 hours since I last had contact with him. I looked down at my phone out of habit. Opening it, I automatically opened my messages and then my email.

Nothing. 36 hours and nothing.

It was rare when he went over 30 hours without contact. But since we had been together, he never went over 48 hours. I wondered how tomorrow would be like.

I placed down my things and made my way over to the wine. I needed it tonight. If I went to bed sober, I was sure I was going to be in pieces.

*******

I left my phone at my desk and did my best not to log into any of my personal emails while I was at work the next morning. I didn't want the temptation of checking to see if he would miraculously message me. I knew it was impossible and illogical to allow my imagination to go there. Despite the small amount of sleep, I left to work extremely early. Thankfully, I had plenty of things to work on to keep me occupied.

I was doing great. I kept myself from thinking of him almost all morning.

However, sometime in the late morning, I started to feel a bit off. It hit me so suddenly; the stomach cramps, the queasiness, the push against my chest. I had never felt this sick.

My coworkers were quick to notice my change and insisted I go home. I guess I looked bad enough that they even called me a cab and pushed me out of the office.

I managed to get home on time. Hurrying to the restroom, I was grateful my team had forced me to come home. It took a while for me to finally feel it was safe enough to get back on my feet. Getting to the kitchen, I poured myself some water and started the kettle. Out of nowhere, I could hear Jin's voice. He was insisting I make myself some tea. I had promised him I would look after myself, yet here I was not eating like I said I would. Consuming only alcohol and coffee. I had been careless.

Even though I had no appetite to eat, especially after everything that occurred in the restroom, I forced myself to order some soup. Nothing too heavy, just light and nutritious. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and sleep for the next ten hours, but it wouldn't be smart for me to do so.

I ate most of the soup and tea. When I was finished, I left them in the sink and told myself I would wash them later.

Selecting the last t-shirt he had worn, I put it on and crawled under the sheets. Rather than sleep on my side of the bed, I wiggled over to his. The warmth was gone, but his aroma was still all over the pillow. Instinctively, I pressed my nose over it and inhaled, allowing his scent to fill my lungs.

Then, without warning, without the smallest sign, the emotions within me took over. My body curled itself into a fetal position as I clutched onto the pillow. My tears came down as my heart ripped into pieces. My nose pressed against the shirt I had on me. And at breathing him in again, I felt my soul rip.

I needed him. I needed him here. With me. This wasn't like the times he was off traveling where I could at least message him and would get a response at least a day later. This wasn't like the times he was working himself close to exhaustion but had his members there to check on him. No one he knew was there to ensure he was ok. No one I knew could check he was eating right and taking his supplements. And I had no one's number to check. On my phone, there were at least four numbers saved for his managers and assistants. On rare occasions, I used them when I became too worried for Seokjin. But now I had no one's. I was in the dark.

The sounds coming out of me were so foreign to me. I had never heard myself this way. But I knew it was only giving audio of how my heart was feeling.

I'm not sure how long I was in bed like that, but eventually, my volume went down.

And that's when I heard it. Someone was at my door.

My body acted without my brain needing to control it. It got up on its own and made its way to the door. Before opening it up, I made sure to check who was on the other side. Seeing who it was, I immediately opened the door. Worry immediately took over.

What were they doing here? It must be bad.

Standing in the hall were six pairs of brown eyes looking at me. All of which contained worried looks as they stared at me.

“Maya called your work and they told her you would be here,” Namjoon said, looking at me worriedly.

“We’ve been calling and messaging you all day, noona,” Taehyung said with a look that mirrored Namjoon.

Something hit me at seeing them all here.

"Ah, noona," Jimin said sadly and then took a step forward to take me in his arms.

The moment my head reached his shoulder, I noticed the rest of the guys stepping forward.

One by one, they each wrapped me into their embrace, soothing words coming out of them.

I must have looked like a mess if they were this concerned about me. Other than Jimin and Taehyung, the rest of the guys rarely hugged me.

Then, something caught my eye. I turned and faced the clock. I noticed the time.

It had been 47 hours and 53 minutes since I had last spoken to Seokjin.

Recognizing this, I felt myself come undone all over again. I cried into every one of their shoulders, my sobs becoming erratic as I felt them cry along with me.

Fuck. I hated him.

Hated him for never allowing me to ever really hate him.

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Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07

AN: I think writing this story was my way of coping. My logical, reasonable mind is completely aware that Jin (and the rest of the guys) going into the military is normal. Dozens of other idols have done this; Jin is no different. When the news was released about a month ago, I was sad but my brain took over and settled me down. Now that the day is finally here, I'm all into my damn emotions. Logic be damned. It sucks.

I adore this man. He's a complete stranger, but it's pretty incredible the impact he's had on me.

Ok, enough talk about feels. Thank you to everyone who has given this story a chance. I wanted to keep it short and simple in honor of Kim Seokjin. Hope you enjoyed it. Please like or comment!🥰

All the best to Mr. Kim Seokjin who I actually have nothing but love for. There is ZERO hate for that man. 💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜

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bangtansorciere · 2 years

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The Secret Garden | m.list

Welcome to the secret garden! Come walk down the pathway and enter through the iron gates, and come find the wondrous surprises waiting for you. This is the place where dreams come to life; where wishful thinking and vivid imaginations become reality. This is the place where lonely hearts and broken souls can find their homes and where dreamers and lovers become one in the long summer nights filled with passion. Embrace the magic that lies between the spread of green grass, the flower beds, and the lines of thick, evenly cut hedges. Listen to the enchantments and whispered words of love echoing through the air, escorting you right to where you can find solace and freedom, and where your desires manifest into something that is honest and true.

❂ This month’s writing game was Hosted by House Yoonus and it’s Head, Professor Dia

⁂ oxytocin ⤠ @chemicalpink ➳ jeon jungkook x reader ↳ « begging, exhibitionism, clit spanking, blindfolding, delayed orgasm, overstimulation, light bondage, cum play, impregnation »

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⁂ heaven sent ⤠ @aquagustd ➳ jung hoseok x reader ↳ « marking, spanking, begging, praise, breast play, sensory play (ice play), delayed/controlled orgasm, overstimulation »

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THE WAITER'S - CHAPTER 3: THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

🍵 The tea is on the table 🍵

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Summary:

A supposedly meaningless one night stand keeps the passion lingering in your veins well after the rendezvous. Destiny plays it's part in putting him back in your life, but it does, too, a former lover.

His growth has given him the confidence to reclaim what he left behind. But "all that glitters isn't gold"and both of them have not so well hidden secrets...

Who will you choose if you choose any? And... At what cost?

Genre/au: Angst, Romance, Slice of life with some action, Smut

Rating: PG 18+, explicit

Word count: 2656

Chapter warnings: smut, possessiveness, secret relationships, semi-public sex, claiming during sex

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Your attention gets distracted with a sudden flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder coming from outside. The timing between them indicates it has fallen relatively near. All of you look towards the ceiling for a second, the metallic armour keeping together the glass rooftop, suddenly becoming uninviting. Not that anything should happen, counting on the fact the city is full of a rumble of arresters, but the awareness of electricity being conducted through metal, still reminds of its danger.

The chatter in the room retakes its course, and your eyes go around the table: first noticing Jungkook keeping a polite conversation with Kyungsook, the rest looking at their own devices, then staring at Jimin walking inside the restaurant again. Your gaze roams around aimlessly until he comes back out and serves a few more plates, including yours.

His little finger brushes your hand in a studied movement when he places it in front of you and you look towards your hand as a reaction to his touch. You notice a note, tucked between the two plates, folded in two. You look around before picking it up and hide it in your lap, underneath the table, to open it up.

You forgot this at my house: 01-3181-0141

~Jimin

You close the paper immediately, looking towards Jimin, who is moving back inside again but looks backwards at the last second, glancing your way. He seems to only want to make sure you got the note because his features show cautious curiosity in a very cute form. Discreetly, looking down and then to him you make sure he gets his answer.

When he turns his head, you pick up your phone to type down the number and save it. Then you place the note inside the pocket of your formal trousers. Another lightning and thunder enlighten the sky but this time nobody bothers to look at it.

As Jimin serves the last plates, he looks at you and smirks discreetly, you can’t avoid silently chuckling at it. Your gesture draws Seokjin’s attention, who looks at you confused.

“I was just thinking how ironic it would be for lightning to reach us here while we are enjoying this fine meal in a winter garden.” you chuckle again shaking your head. ‘Where is your cool at?’ you question yourself.

“It really would be…” says JK, giving you an unbelieving sideway look with a slight smirk that makes your hair stand on end. Partly because you feel like you’ve been caught red handed but also because he really does look hot. His lips look inviting and you can remember his taste as freshly as you do Jimin’s. It all makes your sanity edge. Your hormones are kicking in uncontrolled and you crave them, both, with their own styles and doings. So different, yet so similar. Both so pleasurable.

You see Jimin go back inside with the corner of your eyes but try to keep them on Jungkook. “How many things would be left untold… It’s kind of dramatic.” he says, keeping eye contact, then looking away to pick up his glass of wine, to take a sip from it. You notice your breath is slightly accelerated, not enough to call the attention but enough for him to notice it.

“Then maybe they should be said instead of keeping them in, if we feel like regretting not doing so when we die.” says Namjoon boldly, not knowing the possible second meaning behind Jungkook's words.

“I agree.” says Jungkook, pinning his fiery eyes on you. You feel his stare burning in your skin, the goosebumps rising, making you feel troubled to stay in the same room. Only the thought of Jimin makes you stay grounded and not fall for his charms.

For some reason, he keeps coming back and forward to your mind.

You thought of Jimin all week, troubled with your decision of leaving. You thought of Jimin when Jungkook insinuated you two should meet. You did too when his hand slid from your shoulder blades to your hips, as he led you inside a restaurant on Saturday midday. And gave him a last thought when Jungkook was on top of you, ready to slide inside, before he made you forget how to say your own name. 'But it's normal to compare a little, isn't it?' you think.

You absentmindedly look at the muscles of Jungkook’s arm that seem to want to rip the fabric of his lilly white shirt, knowing exactly what it hides underneath. He moves his hand up to touch his lower lip and you notice he’s still looking at you. He smirks, you gulp, and he looks away with satisfaction written all over his face while he wets his lips with his pink tongue. You almost huf.

“Excuse me, someone called me just now, I think it could be important.” you say, showing your phone with the screen off while standing, then try to walk out the garden through the little hallway that leads inside as normal as possible. Another thunder sounds outside but this time you don’t even acknowledge it.

Entering the bathroom you try to act composed in front of the woman that’s washing her hands in one of the sinks but as soon as you enter the stall you sit on the toilet lid, closing your eyes, and unbutton the collar of your burgundy shirt. You hear the woman leave and come out of the toilet to refresh yourself at the sink before unlocking your phone.

You think about lying, giving him an excuse that makes it all less awkward but decide not to do so, looking at your phone thinking about what to say, instead. You see him typing then stopping and typing again but nothing comes through and you shoot your shot.

You reply, straight forward. He stays in line for a few seconds before typing again and you fantasise of him smirking at what you said.

A thunder interrupts your thoughts. This time the light goes off for a second before coming back. When you look at your phone again, he’s texted again.

You smile to yourself in the mirror. The fact that you’re going to be able to kill the craving for him in just a few hours sets your skin on fire and starts to arouse you. A sudden knock on the door distracts you from your thoughts. Unconsciously, you move to open the door and check.

At the other side, Jungkook holds his forearm against the frame and looks at you from above, towering over you. You must be giving him a mouse look because he smirks walking in, making you walk backwards to allow him inside the common area of the bathroom, and before the door closes behind, he’s already kissing you.

He devours you with his hands sliding through your waist, without asking for permission. Taking what he knows he can take. He leads you to the last stall without stopping, his invading tongue intoxicating your senses, making you close your eyes.

Another thunder and the light goes off.

“Even the sky is in our favour.” he comments, burying his face in the crook of your neck while he locks the door. His body presses yours against the wall, his hardness prints against your tummy through the fabrics and suddenly the clothes bother you.

As if he could read your mind he turns you around and spreads kisses through your neck while holding your wrists against the wall. His hips rock against your back, insinuating, playing around while his lips take advantage of your pulse point without leaving marks.

His hands free you but you don’t dare to move, hearing the squish of a metallic wrap, his hands find your ribs before he draws the underline of the lacy cage on your breasts. He caresses them over the shirt, feeling their form first but then he slides his hands through the minimum space between your tummy and the fabric. He feels them, sliding between the bra and your skin. Giving a little grunt as he rolls his hips against you and you respond to it rubbing against him.

His hands slide down, slow, teasing. One of them slides down through your tummy, while the other pulls the ribbon belt and undoes the button. The nomad hand slides inside your silver lace panties to find your bud but when he rubs it his digits moisten with your wetness.

“I see… someone is hungry…” he whispers against your ear, before biting it and you gasp. His fingers go lower as he teases your entrance, sliding through your slit, while his other hand unbuckles his black leather belt and frees himself from his caging trousers. Then his hand slides up and in a sudden movement, he exposes your lower half by pulling your bottoms along with the underwear down.

You hear the metallic wrap rip off and feel one of his hands is on your waist, which makes you figure out he opened it with his teeth. The same ones that find your throat as soon as he’s done covering his arousal in rubber, trying to not lose contact with you as he needs both hands to do so. Just like he did on the weekend. As if that sexy unwrapping was his foreplay signature.

When his hand finds your waist again, you feel him, in your entrance, stretching while pushing. You gasp. His free hand slides through your waist going up your chest and covers your mouth as he pushes in more deep, making his way until your walls stop him from going further. You hold your breath when he pulls slightly out, trying to take an impossible grip on the bathroom tiles. Then he pushes in again and you involuntarily move your hips backwards to ease his invasion, until he hits bottom. There he stops and lets out a low growl.

“Damn it… I love how you feel around me…” he whispers before kissing the back of your head. Then his hand slides down to your jaw to make you tilt your head, to give you a kiss.

His thrusts start slow but vigorous making you moan immediately but he muffles them with his mouth while getting easily encouraged by them. In a matter of seconds his hand finds your mouth again and he’s thrusting faster, deeper, making you search for a place to grip while trying your best not to cry out by his fierceness. Between grunts of effort he chuckles when your hand finds his nape and you give a little bite to his palm in response. “Sorry..” he says in a smiley whisper, that contrast in its sweet tone with how he’s fucking you.

Then he shifts his weight for a second and pushes against you while wrapping his arm around your waist, going as deep as he can, making you feel like he’s going to split you. When he pulls out and in again the movement is so precise your legs shake. You can tell by the way he trembles, he’s really pouring himself into doing it right. Jungkook has a very remarkable competitive side and it shows.

Your hand reaches back to entwine in his hair to reassure him. His thrusts then turn precise and he’s no longer holding you but embracing you with his whole body. His hand still holds back your moans, making them die over your tongue. But it’s just perfect, because you can hear his soft grunts against your earlobe. Like music. Setting you on edge, feeling the climax build up inside of you, before he changes his pace to hit the spot directly and it sets you on fire.

Your body collapses over the wall, in his arms but he holds you over his forearm as his hand finds your bud again and he rubs it. You let a high pitched moan through the back of your nose as a complaint. His thrusts become torturing again as he tries to make you cum for the second time in a row. You feel exhausted already and think about the fact your friends are still sitting at the table and you are doing it in the bathroom of the restaurant where the guy you can’t take out of your mind works.

“What is that?” asks Jungkook, reducing the pace to almost a stop and freeing your mouth for you to speak. “Your walls…” then you notice the grip you have on him and the reason why he’s slowed down.

“We… need to finish…we’re going… to get caught...” you mutter to him, trying to relax, so he can retake the pace to finish. “Please, cum...”

“Hm…” he mutters, sliding harshly inside of you, making the sounds of flesh against flesh audible against the tiled walls of the bathroom. So do his frustrated grunts and growls, as he keeps pushing on you. Unable to finish. Then you make your best effort to push him against the other wall with him still inside you and move your hips against his, roughly, while keeping your head backwards on his shoulder. “Fuck…” he grumbles and you can tell his head rests against te wall looking at the ceiling, by the sound of it. Then he regains his composure and pushes you back to face the wall while thrusting quickly and hard in you. “Tell me you’re mine.” he grunts in your ear before biting it. You are first taken back by the sudden possessiveness of the line. “Tell me…” he mutters, burying his face on your neck and biting slowly, unmatching the speed of his hips.

“I’m yours JK…” you whisper, seductively. Just like that, he grunts low, coming to a stop. Then gives a few more thrusts to empty fully in the safety of the condom, to immediately pull out.

Reorganising your shirt, he hugs you from behind and you hear him chuckle again while he picks some paper roll for both of you to clean up.

“What is so funny?” you wonder.

“No matter if we do this the best way possible, they’ll know what we just did…” he says, turning on the flashlight of his smartphone. You both flush the items down the toilet and pull your trousers up but when you go to the sink and JK leaves his phone up on the counter, you notice: he’s sweating. Profusely. You grab one of the guests' mini towels and try to help him dry up but his shirt has a mark of sweat on the chest and back that outlines his muscles. You bite your lip.

“Go to the boys bathroom and use the hand drier...” you order him while he refreshes in the sink. He tilts his head to the side giving you a sideways look. Then smirks before straightening. “This is a disaster… Jungkook…”

“It’s ok, we’ll handle it, boss.” he responds before moving towards you, pecking your lips. You peck him back.

He stops his flashlight right before he comes out of the bathroom and you breath out deep resting your hands over the counter in the pitch dark room. You wonder how you could be so reckless.

“I’m sorry, I entered the wrong bathroom.” you hear Jungkook apologise to someone outside.

“It’s okay, hopefully the light will come back soon.” replies, the bar waiter, Taehyung. You panic.

🍵 Nice mix, uh? 🍵

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! Let me know your thoughts and reblog if you liked it. There's other 8 more writen already, so stay tuned for the next one! See you in Tuesday 13th!

I want to thank once more, @moonleeai for the beta work 💜

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the crown | jjk

plot | While staying in Blaire's beach house, your friends cannot help but notice your new tattoos. The ones you got with your secret boyfriend.

words | 2.7k+

genres | fluff, crack, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | we're back at the beach house!! things are about to get sloppy lol I love love LOVE this one so much, I had fun writing it. i hope you'll enjoy reading it too!

main masterlist | drabble series masterlist

Jungkook was still deep in his slumber when he sensed a rustling sound near him. At first, he didn’t mind it. Maybe you were just shifting on the bed. But then, he figured there wasn’t any movement in the foam mattress you two were sleeping on. That’s when he hears your voice.

“Oh, you’re coming? Do you want to go with me, baby?” your voice was hushed, trying not to disrupt your boyfriend’s sleep.

But with Bam jumping up and down excitedly while you walked around the room, Jungkook slowly opened his eyes. His vision was a little blurry but he could see your figure standing in front of the mirror. Rubbing his eyes, he stretched his limbs under the sheets. He sees you clearly under the dimmed light, wearing your plain black sports bra and shorts.

“Where you going?” he asked with his voice still deep and groggy.

You turned around, “Oh, you’re awake? Did I wake you?”

Still comfortable on the bed, Jungkook lazily nodded his head. You frowned before walking up to him.

“I’m sorry, babe.” you leaned in, kissing the tip of his nose. “Me and Blaire will go on an early jog. We’ll try to catch the sunrise too.”

You’re taking Bam with you?” he looked up and you smiled at his doe eyes.

“Yeah, he seems excited already.” you chuckled. “You can join us if you wanna.”

Jungkook grunted, “It’s Saturday.”

Saturdays are synonymous with rest days to him and you are very much aware of it. Jungkook already has a workout schedule and routine for six days a week. He saves up Saturday as his cheat day. He gets to do everything he wants for the whole day without any schedule. It’s a routine he picked up sometime when he got his first job. It took a whole lot of discipline for him to get used to it.

“Well, okay. It’s just me and Bam.”

You hooked the leash to Bam’s collar. Jungkook watched you tie your hair up with the classic bun in front of the mirror, exposing one of the tattoos you got on your forearm. His lips stretched into a small smile whenever he remembered he drew that tiger lily himself. Then, he smiled even wider when he spotted the small crown inked on your left ribs, slightly covered by your top. You turned around, instantly scrunching your eyebrows in confusion why is he smiling like a fool.

“What?”

“You’re so pretty. How are you even mine, princess?” he grinned. He sat up on the bed, exposing his bare top while the sheets pooled around his hips.

“I don’t know, babe. Maybe you just tricked me into all of this,” you utter.

Leaning in once again, you aimed for his lips. One of Jungkook’s hands reached for your cheek. It began as a slow and gentle kiss. Until you had to sit down on the mattress while still kissing him. You placed a hand on his chest as the kiss deepened. Jungkook’s hands moved from your cheek down to your waist, pulling you closer to him until there was no space left. Like a rhythm, your lips move together.

“Ah,” you moaned when he bit your lower lip, making his tongue gain access easily.

Lost in what’s happening, you just cannot keep your hands to yourself. From his chest, shoulders, and arms, to his hair. Jungkook shivers at your touch. He was so ready to carry you on top of him when you tugged on his hair, pulling him away.

“I gotta go, Blaire’s already waiting outside,” you whispered, breathlessly.

Your chests were both heaving with your lips swollen and red from this unexpected intense session. You were about to stand up but his hold on your waist stopped you. His eyes pleaded for you to stay, but you shook your head. You laughed when he began peppering kisses on your neck, tickling you at some spot.

“Twenty minutes?” he asked, in between kisses.

“No.”

“Ten?” he continued bargaining for your time while planting his lips from the skin on your neck to your shoulder.

And when you shook your head again, he stopped and looked at you. You can feel his thumb tracing circled on the skin where you got your dainty crown tattoo.

“Five? I can be quick, princess.” He smirked.

You laughed, pushing his face away as you stood up, “I doubt that. Me and Bam are just gonna go..”

He frowned when he saw you pick up your phone and Bam’s leash. Jungkook slides down the bed again, wrapping himself with the blanket. Before you walked out the door, you turned around.

“Don’t forget to go back to your room, okay? Sleep well, babe.”

“Good morning,” Blaire nodded when she noticed you and cooed when she saw your big baby, who was also happy to see your friend.

Blaire was already waiting outside the beach house, stretching her arms, when you and Bam saw her. You looked around the beach. The crescent moon was still visible in the purplish-blue sky. The waves were calmer as they met the ends of the sand. You took in the fresh breath of air, calming you down.

“You can release Bam from this. He doesn’t really have anywhere to run to here.” Blaire suggested.

She was right. Considering that the whole area is private property, white wooden fences are placed on the spots where your dog might want to go. You agreed, unhooking the leash. Almost instantly, Bam ran near the ocean where he could watch the waves. You didn’t really worry as you can still see him from a distance. You began stretching next to Blaire.

“I was knocking on Dara’s door to ask her to join us but she wasn’t answering.” She shared.

You snickered, “We know her, she’s a deep sleeper.”

“Yeah, I wish I could sleep everywhere that great all the time.” She quipped, making you two laugh. “How about Jenny?”

“She said, she’ll try to show up. But won’t promise to. I think she had a long day yesterday in the restaurant.” You replied.

“Ah, yes. She talked about her suppliers stressing her out.” Blaire recalled. “She was ranting the whole time we were on our way here.”

As usual, everyone was in buddy-buddy mode on their way here to Blaire’s beach house last night. You, Jungkook, and Bam were all in his Jeep Wrangler. Blaire came with Jenny. While Dara picked up Wooshik at his house. now that Blaire is aware of you and Jungkook the last time you were here, she put you and your boyfriend in rooms next to each other. The house was massive, thanks to her wealthy aunt. So it would be weird to make you share a room. This time, Blaire warned you and Jungkook about doing anything everywhere if you don’t want to be caught unexpectedly, referencing that early morning she saw you all tired in the kitchen. The warning didn’t stop him from sneaking into your room at midnight.

As soon as you two began jogging beside the sea, Blaire pointed out something.

“I never noticed you had tattoos.”

“Oh, these? It’s all new. I and Kook got it last Valentine’s. He drew it himself.” You replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

As part of your Valentine's surprise for him, you two got matching tattoos of crowns, your favorite flowers, and a clock pointing to twelve o'clock. You got the crown on your left rib, near where he likes to hold you every single time, out of habit. On the other hand, he got the crown on his knuckles with his other tattoos from before. It was the same size as yours, placed in the center. He already had tiger lilies inked on his arm before while you placed your in your right forearm that is only visible when you raise your arm. The last tattoo is on your right wrist. It was all dainty and small so it can be unnoticeable at times.

“That’s cute.” She mumbled before turning her head to you. “I’m so happy for you guys. You two seemed really happy with each other.”

“I love him so much.” You giggled, feeling your blood rushing to your cheeks. It felt like you’re in elementary all over again, having a childish crush on someone.

“I just cannot understand why you kept it a secret from us.” She spoke. “And for two years? That’s fucking impressive. Hats off to you two.”

You laughed at the recognition, “Thank you. We try our best.”

You two jogged and walked and jogged again for almost thirty minutes straight, back and forth on the sand, along with Bam. The sun was already peeking in when Jenny came down with a coffee mug to see you both. She was still in her pajamas.

“I’ll prepare everyone breakfast. How do y’all like your eggs?” she asked when you passed by where she was standing.

“Scrambled!” Both you and Blaire answered in unison.

“Orange juice or coffee?” she asked once more.

“Coffee!” You two replied together again.

If it wasn’t for the random 6:30 AM alarm in his phone, Jungkook would have not woken up from his peaceful and satisfying slumber. He would have slept until noon with how comfortable the whole room was. He groaned as he stretched his arms and legs. For a few more minutes, Jungkook buried his face on the soft pillow he was hugging. After five more minutes, he sat up on the corner of the mattress.

That’s when he realized where he was.

He’s still in your room and he promised to come back in his before everyone wakes up. But he can already hear pop music playing downstairs, indicating that someone or maybe everyone is already up. He put on his slippers, scratching his head. He makes his way to the door and as soon as he steps outside, another door on the floor opens.

“Morning, JK.” Wooshik greeted him.

“Morning.”

And it didn’t take Wooshik to notice something unusual. Jungkook watched him look at him to the door then at him again. His best friend squinted at him.

“What?”

Wooshik raised an eyebrow, “What were you doing in YN’s room?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped for a second. His hold on your door knob tightened as the gear in his brain works quicker than it usually does in the morning. Once he thought of something, he pushed it close.

“I was… looking for Bam. I thought I could take him with me outside.” He reasoned out, that even he is not buying it totally.

“But you look like you just woke up.” Wooshik’s tone is too curious like that Sheldon kid from that show.

“Yeah, I went as soon as I woke up.” Jungkook crossed his arm over his chest. He looked directly at his best friend. That is when he noticed something too. “And what were you doing in Dara’s room?”

They exchanged glares from one another. Jungkook nods his chin in a sassy way while Wooshik squinted his eyes to him. It’s a way to say something like I know that you did something I just cannot prove it.

“I borrowed her charger. I left mine at home.” Wooshik showed the charger he was holding. “Everyone is already downstairs. Dara’s helping Jenny with breakfast.”

He didn’t wait for Jungkook to answer and strolled down the stairs. Jungkook didn’t say anything and followed. The appetizing smell of bacon immediately enters his nostrils as he makes his way to the dining area. That’s when he sees Dara carefully pouring coffee on every empty mug on the table while Jenny fries some bacon. There’s already toast and eggs on the table so Jungkook reached for a slice. Wooshik, who plugged his phone into the living room, entered and sat on the chair opposite his.

“Bam’s already outside, by the way.” He told him.

“Is he?” Jungkook asked, acting naïve.

“Yeah, Blaire and YN are jogging outside.”

“Oh, they are?” Jungkook asked again.

It’s obvious Wooshik is suspicious and teasing him so he teases him back. His best friend glared at him, Jungkook scrunched his nose, taking a bite from his toast. The tension was only broken when Dara asked Wooshik,

“Milk? Sugar?”

“Sugar, please.” He replied, smiling at her. Then, frowning back to Jungkook.

Jungkook mocked, “Shugar, pleash.”

The backdoor to the beach opens, letting the sunshine enter. Bam was the first to come in, wagging his tail as he made his way to Jungkook. Blaire enters, greeting everyone. You followed behind like a ray of sunshine in your boyfriend’s eyes. Your hair bun is now a little loose while your skin glistens through your sweat.

“Now, everyone here. Let’s all have our breakfast.” Dara said, sitting next to Blaire and Wooshik.

You sat next to Jungkook, while on your other side was Blaire. He handed you the plate of scrambled eggs. He also placed two slices of toast on your plate, one with spread butter on top. Everyone began talking about what do they wanted to the whole weekend since you all our staying in the beach house the entire time.

“Can we do bonfire later?” Dara suggested.

Blaire nods, “Yeah! We can barbecue too and those marshmallows stuff.”

“Then, we should go out later to buy groceries,” Jenny said.

You just listened, enjoying your food and coffee. Many other suggestions were made since everyone is taking their rest days before returning to their lives next week.

“YN, can you pass me the bacon?” Blaire asked.

You did, unaware that your top slightly raised when you moved.

“Is that a tattoo?!” Dara pointed out to the crown on your skin.

Then, Jenny saw the other one, “Wait, you have two?”

“Three actually.” you smiled, showing off the clock on your wrist.

You seemed proud as they complimented the color of the lilies or the design of the clock. Jungkook hides the growing smile on his lips while sipping in his mug. Also, on the other side of the table, Wooshik was the first one to ask.

“Are there meanings behind them?”

You nodded, “Yes, of course.”

“Well, the tiger lily here represents confidence and good fortune. I like that,” you explained.

“Wait. Jungkook, you have those too right?” Dara asked him.

Jungkook nods and shows off his forearm. “Yeah, right here. YN is just a copycat.”

You rolled your eyes, “For the record, I am not. Someone suggested it to me.”

“Who?” they asked collectively, including Blaire as if she was unaware of who.

Instead of answering the question, you just smiled eating your toast. They groaned. During your Galentines with the girls, you already told them about meeting someone special. And you assume that the news already reached Wooshik.

“It’s her secret boyfriend!” Wooshik exclaimed like he solved a murder mystery.

Again, you didn’t say anything. But your ex[ression is enough to show that you and your love life are currently in a happy state.

“Seriously, when are we gonna meet this guy? You seemed like floating on cloud 9 just thinking of him right now.” Jenny said.

You heard Jungkook chuckle beside you. You secretly pat his lap under the table, stopping him from getting too prideful from what he’s hearing.

“Soon. We’re already talking about planning something so you guys can meet him,” you told them. “Anyway, moving on…”

With you talking about your secret boyfriend, one person at the table cannot help but recall the same statement he heard from Jungkook when he found out about Princess. Wooshik eyes you while pointing to the tattoo on your wrist and Jungkook, who’s just watching everything, specifically you. For the first time, Wooshik noticed how different his best friend looked at you. Jungkook has his head resting on his hand, looking at you like you are the most precious gem in the world. There was this adoration and fondness in his best friend’s eyes as he looked at you. Jungkook’s quiet glance at you speaks so loud that Wooshik feels so dumb that this is the first time he has seen this.

“And what about the crown?” Jenny asked.

You showed off the said tattoo, “Oh, I’ve been feeling lucky and loved lately. You know, like a princess.”

Like a princess.

And that was the confirmation Wooshik got.

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