PRETTY LITTLE DAISYS - JK'S VERSION

PRETTY LITTLE DAISYS - JK'S VERSION

♡ pairing: college student!f x college student!jeon jungkook

♡ genre: friends with benefits to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff

♡ warnings: mentions of death, mentions of drug and drug use, mentions of alcohol and alcohol use, explicit language, mentions of depression and eating disorder, long distance, explicit sex, oral sex, dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, masturbation.

♡ summary: "If there was a thing on campus she was known for, was her two moles, right under her left eye.

The most beautiful woman I’d seen, a sight to see, a vision to die for. I’d be able to record every single time I’d fallen for those pretty galaxies in your eyes, touched those strawberry lips and ran my fingers through your silk-soft hair.

It was all so fast, you came into my life and turned it upside down, but it wasn’t your fault though, I was anticipating it. I always liked the “easy to read” kind of girls more, but you were as mysterious as a black cat, and I felt the need to know everything you hide from the world. I couldn’t say I wasn’t hoping you’d come to your senses and understand that I’m not the man for you, that you deserve so much more, but I was still selfish and wanted you only to myself. Would you forgive me for wanting you so bad that no other guy could ever have you?"

♡ a/n: I'm so happy to finally be publishing a story, after so long since I used to write and publish when I was younger (about 7 years ago). Just so you know, English is not my primmary language, so 'm really sorry if I make any mistakes and feel free to correct me :)

It's a Jk x Reader but for the context of the story, the fem character will be a Korean Female named Lee Areum (Amy Lee in english) and she'll be born in 1999. This story is on Jungkooks point of view, but I hope to remake a "Areum's Version" in the future. I'm also getting inspiration from certain songs and each chapter will have one song dedicated to it!

Hope you guys like it and good reading ♡

Pretty Little Daisys - Chapter One

♡ a/n: Hi guys! I'm so happy to finally be uploading the first chapter of this story :3

Every chapter will have a song associated with it and all the parts in bold will be the characters talking in English, otherwise, the full dialogue and thoughts are in Korean. So sorry for any mistakes, and I hope you like it a lot!! Good reading :)

♡ Chapter Song: Strawberry & Cigarettes - Troye Sivan

♡ Chapter Warnings: mentions of alcohol and alcohol use, mentions of cigarettes and cigarettes use, mentions of enteric feeding.

September.2021

There I was walking on campus, hands in my pockets and blasting Nirvana on my earphones. There’s not much to do when you have two hours of lunch between classes, other than walking around campus and just doing some people-watching. My friends decided to keep on working on the essay we needed to submit about our last class, but since I started it earlier, I was able to get this time all to myself.

The campus is no news to me since I have been here for about five years now. I’ve done an undergraduate program in Food and Animal Biotechnology, at CALS (College of Agriculture and Life Sciences of the Seoul National University) and decided to expand my studies this year, hoping to graduate as a FoodTech. In the beginning, I was pretty much reluctant about what major I wanted to go for, but since I loved chemistry, biology, and food (obviously), thought no other course would suit me. Luckily, I ended up loving this area, and I’m thinking of working on food development and research in the future. It’s a really important area, where I can develop food appropriate for people that are hospitalized and need to be fed by a nasogastric tube. Nurses need to administrate the food, but we are the ones who help to research new types of food that can be turned into a paste thin enough to fit on the tube, while also giving less bad experience to the patient. I developed a love for this type of research in my internship at one company that specialized only in this. I’m hoping I can further my studies since I’m starting a project and research on enteral feeding.

I decided to settle for a little coffee shop we have on campus, especially since it’s a pretty good day and it’s a bright sun at this time. I focus my attention on a group of people, three girls and one boy all in long white coats, while talking to someone who seems like a teacher. I thought health students had only classes on the Yeongeon Campus, not here at the Gwanak one, they’re literally on different sides of the Han River.

I kept my attention on them, and I could make out that they were international students from their looks: the guy was tall and had medium hair with some curls and freckles all over his face. His attire is simple because their coats hide almost every inch of clothing that they could be wearing, but he has long straight blue jeans. The girl next to him is almost the same height as him, with short blond hair and long trousers with some flowers printed on them. The other girl seems the older out of all of them, is black with long braided hair, put on a low ponytail, and has green trousers underneath her coat.

The last girl is the one that caught my attention the most: porcelain skin and a slim figure, she looked like every Korean’s guy dreams. She was the shortest out of the rest of the group, had black stockings with a black miniskirt and white Mary Jane’s. I could only see her hair partly since she was the one facing me, but it was black and seemed long. As for the face, the girl has the looks of a model, like an art painting portrayed by Vincent Van Gough himself. She looked Korean or Japanese at least, with sharp double-lid eyes, a beautiful jawline, a slim nose, and full strawberry-painted lips. Right under her left eye, she had two moles, only adding a unique touch to her appearance. She had the most serious face out of all of them and seemed focused.

I couldn’t tell if she acknowledged that every guy who passed by was turning heads to look at her and I could spare one or two glances in my direction, but I couldn’t tell if she was looking at me or just in my direction. They started walking away, just as I felt a pair of hands gripping my shoulders tight:

-       What are you looking at man? – Mingyu said right behind me.

-       Just thinking why the hell are health students here on this campus, weren’t they supposed to be on Yeongeon?

He turned his away around, picking up the chair from the table in front of us and sitting just across me:

-       Well, from what I’ve heard they’re nursing students from London. I guess they’re here for the next semester.

-       You’re pretty informed on this matter. – and there I rolled my eyes to him – Why aren’t they in the nursing school?

-       I guess it’s because they’re still meeting the campus here, I don’t know. – he said shrugging his shoulders – But I saw you couldn’t keep your eyes off the Korean girl.

So, you’re Korean then…

-       Well, she just cached my attention, I guess…

-       You can get to meet her, – and there my eyes lit for the very first time in a while – she’s probably going to a welcoming party that they’re hosting in NB2 Hongdae.

-       They do anything to go clubbing, but anyway, is it tonight?

-       Yup. I think you should come, Dong-Min is also coming.

-       Fine, I’ll go. Are you going to order a cab?

And he just nodded his head. Guess the universe wants us to meet up fairy.

There I stood, in front of my body-sized mirror, looking at my outfit: all-black attire, Calvin Klein t-shirt with a short-sleeved shirt, wide pants with white details, and a pair of combat boots on my feet. My hair has gotten longer, so I decided to put it on a half-up half-down style.

I think I look nice for a night out…

Finally heard the bell of my dorm ringing and I yelled that I was coming, luckily, I live alone. When I opened the door, there they stood: Mingyu and Dong-Min.

-       Cinderella can’t be late tonight, you got duties to answer to. – Mingyu started, but I looked at him with a question mark on my face.

-       Common, you’ve got to show heaven to the girl. – now it was Dong-Min forming a smirk on his lips.

-       No need to thank me, - and then I felt Mingyu's arm on my shoulders – but I just found out she’s friends with Hoseok and Minji.

Hoseok and Minji, brother and sister.

Hoseok was an acquaintance of the three of us. He had finished an undergraduate and graduate program in Physical Education and just started working at a school where my little niece studies.

On the other hand, Minji is one of our colleagues who decided to take a master’s degree in Biosystems Engineering. We did our undergraduate program together and I guess she was the only type of girl that I could speak to who wasn’t trying to shove her tongue down my throat or other places. Minji was the kind of girl who would give a helping hand, no matter who you were or how you treated her. Even though we ended up in different graduate programs, we kept in touch as much as possible and would try to hang out as a group every time we could.

-       Cool, she might be nice like Minji. Is she going tonight?

And the two of them nodded. We then left for our cab, or the latter we were, the harder it would be to get inside NB2.

As I was anticipating, NB2 was crowded to the top, mostly SNU students. Every university around here frequently hosts parties, and each one of them has its preferred club: ours is NB2. This was a club known for playing great hip-hop, but I think tonight it will be playing more international songs, just because it’s a welcoming party for the new students, and you were one of them.

The security guard gave us the bracelets after we paid our entrance and, luckily, when we got inside the environment was still quite calm, just a few people grinding on each other, but other than that nothing much was happening. We decided to go to the first floor, even though the space is smaller, the vibe is a lot better. And there I finally saw you, also full in black: an off-shoulder short dress, stockings with knee-high boots, and a bow on your half-up half-down. You also had pretty little moon earrings on your ears. I could see you close to the people that you were this morning, but then you started walking away, going to the balcony outside.

-       I know you saw her. Go outside, smoke a cigarette, and talk to her. – said Mingyu, pointing out to the exit sign leading there.

And before I knew it, my legs betrayed me and started walking by themselves while I found myself following you. Then the cold hair hit my face since it was the end of summer and September was already starting to get a little cooler at night. I decided to light a cigarette right in the corner and when I looked up, you were staring at me. I felt my heart in my throat, and it just started beating faster and faster with every step you took in my direction until you were standing in front of me, and I could finally smell your fruity perfume and see how smaller than me you were, even with heels:

-       Light my cigarette? – were the first words that came out of those strawberry lips – I forgot to buy a lighter here.

Your voice was sweet, and your eyes blinked a lot in this spare time, you were probably nervous. I’ve always been kind of keen on knowing new stuff and getting obsessed with it, that’s why I got to understand so much about body language.

I simply nodded and handed you my bluish lighter, with an opened skull with plants inside. You took a second to look at it and expressed a little smile while murmuring “cute”, then lit your cigarette and scurried your body towards mine, against the wall I was in. I decided to not end our conversation with that:

-       I’m Jeon – I initiated focusing my eyes on yours – Jeon Jeongguk.

-       Lee Areum. – you said, looking back at me.

-       You came from London, right?

-       Yeah, – you started adjusting your posture – We’ll stay for 6 months and then we’ll leave to end our program.

-       What program are you in?

-       Nursing with registration as a children’s nurse, final year, and you?

-       I’m in the first year of my graduate as a FoodTech. – you smile at this.

-       That seems cool.

I just loved how you started to speak to me with so much confidence that you skipped formal language and acted like we were the same age. Most girls do that when they’re interested in an older guy, though I don’t know if you did that on purpose or not, you’re not as easy to read as others.

-       Your Korean is pretty good.

-       I was born here. I just moved to the UK because of my degree.

Your eyes start trailing my outfit, stopping at my arm fully covered in tattoos.

-       I like them. Could even tell you were a tattoo artist.

And I found myself laughing at that. You can’t see all of them, but I can show you:

-       I’ve got more, my arm is fully closed ‘till my shoulder. - by this time, I had already finished my cigarette and you had finished yours – Mind if I buy you a shot?

To that, you never answered… Only smiled, picked my hand up, and started leading me inside, to the bar. I could see some guys eyeing us, and I knew they were jealous since you had already found your guy for the night. Mingyu and Dong-min were nowhere to be found, but I couldn’t care more, as I kept my eyes fully on the back of your head. When we got to the bar, you looked at me and asked me if “Fireball shot was ok” for me. I remember that I only drank that once since it was a rush of sugar and it only tasted like cinnamon, but I agreed.

You called out for the bartender and waited a little bit until you asked for two Fireball shots. I paid for them, and it went down as fast as it got on the table.

-       Can you take another one? I pay this time.

And to that, I wouldn’t disagree. Your voice was always so stern and so assertive in your choice, I liked your confidence. This time you asked for a Tequila Rose shot, strawberry and cream flavor, that fitted just who you were. You paid for them and took my hand again while leading us to the dancefloor. You didn’t need words to make me come after you, I just instantly followed.

Then you stopped and turned your wheels on the spot, meeting my eyes and smiling. The DJ started playing Jay Park’s “Mommae” and I finally felt your hands on my arms while we started dancing. You knew what you were doing when you let me only face your back and glued my hips to yours. My hands tried to guide you instantly, though you didn’t need it, and we stayed like that for a while.

It felt like forever, till you stopped for a while and turned again to me. Your eyes met mine again and you started traveling through my face again and again, only stopping on my lips and looking at my lip ring. My eyes instantly fall right on your lips, full and coated with a pretty pinkish lipstick. Before I knew it, your arms traveled their way to my shoulders, your body was being pulled close to mine and you were finally shutting our lips together. I paused for a second but gave in quickly.

You tasted like alcohol and cigarettes but in such a nice way. Strawberry was the strongest flavor, cinnamon was long gone ago forgotten. I bet I tasted the same as you, a taste that would always remind me of you: Strawberries and Cigarettes.

You finally pulled yourself away, staring me deep in the soul and telling me with a stern voice:

-       This is all you get for tonight. I don’t give myself this easily on the first night.

And there I blinked. Never met a girl… no, a Woman like you. You knew what you wanted, and you detailed all the rules here, instead of just letting yourself give in like girls in the past. Then I saw you turning your heels in the direction of the bathroom, but I kept frozen, now looking at your hair balancing at the rhythm of your hips, to the imaginary wind. After what seemed like an eternity of just standing there, I decided to glue myself to the wall near the women’s restroom and wait for you. Didn’t take long until I finally saw your beautiful face and found myself smiling again, such was the power you had.

-       Think I’mma call it a night, – you started – I must wake up early and prepare our next week here.

-       How are you going to the dorms? By cab? – you just nodded – Well, I can make you some company, just so you’re not alone.

-       Fine for me, just going to warn my friends that I’m leaving, don’t want no one disappearing on our second day here.

And we both laugh at that. You bid goodbye to your colleagues and turn back to my direction. This time, I was the one picking up your hand and leading us outside, since I had called the cab while you were away.

Finally, I saw the Orange Hyundai pulling up on the curb, and the registration matched the one on my phone. I opened the door to you, and we both got into the back seat. Your fingers crawled to my hand that had its palm facing down, and I intertwined our hands. Between giggles and little whispers in the ear, we finally made it to the Yeongeon dorms. You seemed so closed off, but now I finally saw you in a different light.

We swap numbers and Instagram usernames finally bidding our goodbyes. You were ready to put on your door code, but I pulled your hand and made you face me:

-       It was nice meeting you.

 And you just smiled widely and decided to steal another taste of my lips. I stayed there looking at you one last time and finally headed over to the lobby of the dorms again, after hearing a door clicking behind me. I sat on the couch there and decided to head home, even if it was still 3 AM. When I finally arrived, time flew by, and I found myself scrolling through your profile countless times.

You were a beautiful woman, my kind of woman.

And I dozed off.

The weekend rolled by quickly, as always. The only difference was that on Saturday evening, my teacher of Advanced Research Project asked me if I could give a little training to you and your colleagues regarding the project I was developing about enteric feeding into children that were under ten years old. It was the biggest project in my life and obviously, I accepted. Not only could I impress you with my knowledge, but you could give me a better understanding of that topic through a nurse’s eyes. Since then, I spent the whole time preparing a little class from the point of view of a FoodTech and preparing myself for the English part, since it was not my best quality.

And I finally stood in front of you again and your colleagues. I could see you guys back into the long white coats and could no longer see your outfits on fully. Finally, I knew all your names and saw you guys properly: the guy, Noah, in a more formal attire than the first time I saw him. The blonde, Olivia, kept her hair in two short pigtails and swapped to little yellow jeans. The taller girl, Sophia, was in a dress this time, almost to her feet.

And you… You were as beautiful as ever.

Dark blue cargo jeans and a crossed white shirt. Hair low on half-up half-down with a claw clip on the back. Soft dangling earrings and a little moon necklace… you must love the moon.

There it stood my teacher, talking to the teacher that’s guiding you guys. From what I can recall they will be planning an activity in a while, that’s the reason they asked me to give a little helping hand in here. I won’t think twice as long as I see your beautiful face again.

I just loved looking at those two moles under your eye, they were so unique. They made you, you… And there I felt my heart skipping one or two beats, every single time you looked my way. Your orbs looked bigger the more I stared at them, and I wondered if noticed that I couldn’t take my eyes off you, no matter how many people were in the room with us… I had just learned your name in English was Amanda, and it made all the sense since it meant lovable or worthy of love, and you were worthy of everyone’s love…

The teachers bid their goodbyes and I was finally alone with all of you. The nerves finally started kicking in when I felt my palms more sweaty than normal, and my heart was on my throat… I want to impress you…

-       So, my name is Jeongguk. I’m in the first year of a graduate as a FoodTech and I’m here to talk a little more about the project I’m developing, which includes a huge study on the process of making the enteric food that you guys administrate through nasogastric tubes. – to that they all nodded, so I think I’m doing a good job – Last year, on my internship to finish my undergraduate program, I stayed at a company that specialized only on this and decided to further my studies on the topic.  

I had to take a little breath, but so far so good. You keep your eyes focused on all I’m saying, that makes me happy.

-       I decided to study how to process better food for children in hospitals that are under ten years old since it’s already a traumatic experience to be fed by a tube. I can’t imagine if I was a kid that young and someone told me I couldn’t eat my favorite ice cream or my huge hamburger for a long time or forever. That’s why we are making studies on how to make the food have a little better flavor.

The session ended quickly, and I got to learn a lot about some tricks you guys have to do in the cases of food administration. By the end, we went to a classroom and did a little activity where we could taste different types of pastes that we produced and then were administered onto the tubes. Some tasted normal, others were terrible, and everyone made the most disgusting faces ever. We were able to take some good laughs from that.

Whilst we were leaving, I had to talk to you a little more:

-       Hey – I said grabbing your hand – So, I was thinking that maybe we could get some coffee before you head out to your duties.

-       Well, we have now about forty-five minutes, so I guess I can give you a little bit of my time.

The little smirk that stayed on my lips looked so well with the shy smile you were giving me. You told your colleagues to meet you at the lobby in a while and we made our way to the cafe. This place just reminds me of the very first time I saw, it when I was sitting in this exact spot, we’re at now:

-       So, what do you drink? – I asked before the waitress came in to take our order.

-       I drink anything, but milkshakes. – you said while looking away – I’m craving, hm… probably a Caramel Macchiato, I love those.

When the waitress came in to take our order, I didn’t even give you time to order for yourself: a medium Caramel Macchiato and a large Caramel Frappuccino.

You weren’t hungry yet, since you had your breakfast at the cafeteria on Yeongeon Campus.

When our orders came, we simply chit-chatted a little bit and appreciated the view, but while you were looking at the campus, I was looking at you… How beautiful you were. I had never seen someone like that, someone that made my heart skip so many beats, but still made it beat faster than it ever did…