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seven days a week | jjk (m) masterlist

>> summary jeon jungkook has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre fwb!au | college au | pwp

>> status on going!

>> rated +18

INDEX

MONDAY  

TUESDAY

WEDNESDAY

THURSDAY — coming 20th of july!

FRIDAY

SATURDAY

SUNDAY

© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

seven days a week | jjk (m)

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre/au's friends with benefits | college AU | smut | crack

>> summary jeon jungkook has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

>> word count 1.4k

>> warnings missionary | fingering | handjob | neck biting | protected sex | beware jungkook is so fucking silly in this :0

>> author's note monday = missionary y'all know the vibes ;) i hope you enjoy the part for monday, catch y'all tomorrow for tuesday hdkhfdkj -- this is the start of horny week... 🗿

masterlist for seven days a week

“You’re out of your mind, Jeon.” You sigh, pulling at your face to swallow Jungkook’s offer. 

“Think I can’t do it?” He smirks, stepping closer so his chest brushes up against yours. 

You scoff, stepping back to shake your head. He must be fucking crazy. 

When you first decided to casually hook up with Jungkook, you hadn’t signed up for a straight week of fucking. Absolutely not. You were the kind of person who was in need of breaks in between, whereas Jungkook was always ready to go again while you were still trying to catch your breath after sex. 

“Fine. Prove it.” 

You’re definitely going to regret this. 

Jungkook doesn’t think for another second, pulling you in for a rushed and aggressive kiss. His mouth moves in a slow rhythm, while his hands roam on every part of you, pulling and grabbing. It already sends you in a whirlwind, trying to catch your breath by keeping up with his insanities. 

“I’ll go easy on you.” Jungkook whispers against your lips, before pulling you back in and dragging his tongue towards yours, letting you taste and feel his warm tongue. You clutch yourself tighter, pulling at the strands of his zip up hoodie. Jungkook doesn’t even waste another second, pulling it down and revealing his tanned skin covered by a white see-through tank top. 

He’s such a fucking devil. 

When Jungkook pushes you down on your bed, he hovers above you, lingering his lips to tease you. You seek for them, pushing your head upwards and he begins to grin over how greedy you’ve already become. 

“So… It’s Monday today. How about we start off with some classic missionary? Hmm?” He nuzzles his nose against yours, waiting for you to give him the green light. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You whisper against his lips, even though your hips buck towards his crotch. 

“Yeah?” He breathes out, dragging his hands from your shoulder down to your waist. Jungkook doesn’t hold back, moving his hand in the front of your pants, cupping your core with a light squeeze. You gasp, looking down at how his hand is tracing delicately over the fabric of your attire. 

“So? Missionary?” He suggests, continuing to cup you making you lose your train of thoughts. 

“Shut up.” You mumble, kissing him again as you move your hips with the movement of his hand. Jungkook loves seeing you like this, all spread out and needy, bucking your hips out of control just because he has his hands on you. 

He takes your answer as a yes, finally focusing on actually touching you. Because you’re already in need of him inside of you, you return the favor, groping him gently as you rub your palm on his semi-hard on. Jungkook sighs against your lips, imitating your pace. You squeeze, earning a groan from Jungkook who now drops his head on your shoulder and bites you gently while fiddling with your pants to get underneath the fabric. He’s so smooth with it which is actually quite ridiculous. He gets them off in seconds, one of his fingers touching your wet slit. 

“So wet baby, fuck.” He nips at your neck, whispering in your ear. You follow his movements, getting your hand under his briefs and feel the soft skin of his cock. As soon as your hands wrap firmly around it, he hardens in your palm. 

You begin to jerk him off, your thumb toying with the wet slit as he moves his fingers on your clit causing you to moan. It’s already messy between you. Here you are in sync, moving against each other. The more Jungkook rubs down on your clit, the more you moan and whine against his cheek. 

The neediness grows inside the room, it is becoming so hot you might become dizzy. But fuck, it feels so good. Your body responds to every touch from Jungkook, bucking uncontrollably under him while your hand has trouble jerking him off, too overwhelmed by the feeling creeping up from behind. 

“That’s it baby. Shit.” Jungkook mumbles, picking up a bit faster pace, causing you to clutch your hand tightly on his forearms. You try your best to give him as much pleasure, stroking him at the same pace he’s touching your clit and wet core. 

It becomes too much, both of you moaning and gasping against each other’s lips, never stopping. The neediness shows when Jungkook pulls away to find a condom in a hurry. You finally take the time to breathe for a second. 

Jungkook comes back all giddy, removing his pants and briefs, along with the white tank top. Nothing beats seeing Jungkook naked. The details of every muscle in his thighs, his abs subtle but clear and vibrant chest. He’s hot, and the worst thing is, he fucking knows. 

He catches you staring too long, wanting to throw a cocky comment like he always does, but he holds himself back, needing nothing more than to feel you wrapped around him. 

Jungkook has complimented your pussy way too much. Always talking about how you feel so good and warm that he’s trying his best not to finish after a few minutes. You didn’t believe him in the beginning of your ‘relationship’ but with time he proved it. 

Jungkook props himself by your entrance, intertwining your hand with his above your head, while his other holds his cock steadily. He rubs it against your slit, letting you feel the tip and sending the urge of just needing it inside of you. You try to move downwards, but Jungkook stops you, entering you with ease. You’re so wet that he slides in easily. Jungkook almost loses his composure when he feels you engulf him with warm heat, all wet and perfect. 

Fuck, he’s in absolute heaven. 

“So fucking perfect.” He admits, groaning when he bottoms out, a gasp received from your end. He stills, looking at you for a second, until he starts thrusting. Now, something you love about Jungkook’s cock is, one it fills you up so nicely and two he manages to hit your g-spot with each thrust. 

It’s almost embarrassing for you how quickly he can make you orgasm when you fuck. Jungkook? He fucking loves it. He loves feeling you clench around him with each thrust, writhing and moaning beneath the curve of his eyes, because of him. 

Jungkook usually hates the sweaty feeling of sticky bodies against him during sex, but with you? Fuck, it’s completely different. Jungkook loves how you are in desperate need of holding him, letting him please you as he wants. Your nails clutch tightly onto his back while his hips move with everything he has. It’s not a surprise that Jungkook has such great stamina, therefore you aren’t even surprised that he suggested this stupid idea in the first place. 

“Fuck yeah, baby.” Jungkook moans against your neck, his grip in the sheets tightening as he feels himself move over to the edge of an orgasm. He wouldn’t deny if someone called him addicted, because he truly is. Everything about you makes him float while he feels you tighten with each movement from his end. 

Jungkook’s hair begins to dampen against your neck, the room growing hotter with the way your bodies move in a pleasant wave. Your body tenses, back arching, every nerve in your body signaling for your release while Jungkook never slows his thrusts. 

“Ah! Fuck, fuck—” You whine, as your body twitches once, the knot snapping. Jungkook follows suit, his cock twitching inside of you as he fills the condom up. 

“Shit.” Jungkook breathes out, his cock still nestled inside of you while you both try and catch your breath. 

You can only hum back in response, your throat turning dry after being agape for so long.

You’re both quickly back on your feet, Jungkook throwing out the condom before putting on his pants. Before you know it, he’s standing in front of your door ready to leave. 

“So, same time tomorrow?” You roll your eyes, despite responding with a yes. 

“Same position tomorrow?” You joke, expecting for Jungkook to laugh but he doesn’t. Instead he moves closer, giving you a soft peck. 

“No. Gonna fuck you from behind.” He mumbles against your lips, sending a rush down to your core at the thought of what is going to happen. 

“I hate you.” You push him away lightly, Jungkook finally releasing a smile and sending you a small wink before he’s out of the door. 

What have you gotten yourself into? 

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© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

summary: in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you.

> idol!jungkook x f!reader / fluff!! a pinch of angst / word count: 5.5k

> content/warnings: jimin cameo!!, a photobooth, oc gets a little hot & bothered bcs jk is a menace lol (they both are <3), touches a biiit on toxic relationships but this is pure fluff and yearning :p (the ex oc mentions is the same as the one mentioned in the first meeting drabble)

> songs: just like magic - ariana grande / seven - jungkook

> in which masterlist!

note: just a sweet and silly drabble of jungkook being hopelessly whipped for oc before they even became official *to intensify the seven mv brainrot* no i didn’t plan this 🥲 + hehe this was only a week before the first kiss :p reblogs and feedback are much appreciated !! <3

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“you really came!”

you run towards jungkook with a wide smile that reaches your eyes. the bag hanging on your shoulder swings and strikes your hip due to your excitement, but you could care less about the clinking of coins when there’s a bright star leaning on a lamp post, smiling back at you.

you stand before him as he straightens himself up, puffs of a fleeting cloud appearing as you pant lightly. “dummy, it’s so late. i told you to go to bed. aren’t you tired?”

“exactly, it’s so late.” he emphasizes your words to scold you, concern dripping from the tone of his soft voice. “of course i had to come.”

he tips his head to the side, sparkling eyes drinking you in as if he didn’t just see you the other night.

“you’re so adorable today.”

“thanks. is it because of this?” you happily scrunch your nose at the compliment, tugging at the strings of the brown knitted ear warmers wrapped around your head.

it is near midnight. drowning in the warmth of his bed to flee the freezing season, jungkook should be comfortably resting at home. however, he just had to look for your name in his contact list despite being absolutely knackered… and somehow he ended up here, because if he has been trading his sleep for work all these years, then he can also trade it any day to spend his midnights with you.

an endeared grin spreads on his face, rosy cheeks numb from the cold. “hm, teddy bear.”

a gust of silence passes by as your inquiring eyes survey the white plastic bag hanging from his hand, the company logo stamped in the middle of it familiar since childhood.

“what’s that? are you sick?”

“me?” he points at himself in confusion, shaking his head. “i’m not, though?”

“then why do you have-”

“ahhh- ah!” his face lights up as he is reminded of the other reason he came to you. he slaps his forehead with a chuckle. “i almost forgot.”

jungkook, although still a little shy around you, tries his best to initiate eye-contact when either one of you speaks to avoid giving off the impression that his mind is someplace else when you’re together. however, the mission becomes difficult when you meet his gaze wide-eyed, and he is… breathless.

“you haven’t been feeling well so… uhm, i got you vitamins and more medicine, just incase. here.”

your heart feels like it’s been wrapped in a cozy blanket meant to thaw the winter that has overstayed its welcome, spreading warmth and giddy sparks all the way to the tips of your fingers. you’re relieved that you wore gloves today; he didn’t get electrified when you took the thoughtful gift from his cold hand.

“really? even vitamins?”

the original plan was only to take a peek, but a word written in bold and colorful letters prompts you to bring out the cough medicine for a better look.

oh, jungkook.

you quickly slide it back inside the bag, a laugh accidentally slipping from your mouth. you press your lips into a thin line to suppress the rest of them bubbling in your chest.

“yah, why are you suddenly laughing? did i buy the wrong one?” he questions, nervous about his suspicions being correct.

he follows up with a matter-of-fact tone.

“you said you only like syrup when you have a cough, because it’s soothing.”

“it’s so sweet that you remembered that but…” you giggle, eyes watering as your body quakes with the intensity of it. the image of the packaging flashes in your mind, and you sniffle. “this is for babies.”

“but syrup is really for kids? are they not?”

his doe eyes are shining not with condescension but genuine innocence, and it makes this a whole lot funnier for you.

“yeah, i mean…” you pause as a puzzling realization washes over you.

oh my god, does this mean that this entire time… he’s been thinking that you gulp down bottles of cherry-flavored cough syrup for two-year-old’s? and he didn’t question that? at all?

“i guess you’re right. but they also have one for adults. i was drinking that.”

“huh, that’s what they gave me. and i just assumed-” he gestures at the medicine you’re grasping in your hands before he freezes.

with the clear view of it, he finally discerns how silly of a mistake he has made.

“i must be out of my mind today!”

he breaks out into a fit of laughter, putting a hand over his aching belly.

it’s a sound that has been evoking an inexplicable joy in you since the first time you heard it; a sound that you often miss lately. you still need to remind yourself not to stare at him for too long, scared that he’d be able to read these thoughts from a simple look at your face.

“still, it’s pink. and i bet that tastes better?”

you nod your head in agreement, pulling out the medicine once more to study the directions of use. “with the dropper and everything, i bet it’s a better experience.”

“shit, it- it even has a dropper?”

“i told you! it’s for babies!”

“babies?! no, no. this isn’t it. this won’t do.” he furiously shakes his head as he waves his hand in disapproval, crossing the distance between you to seize your wrist. “let’s go- come with me. let’s go back to the pharmacy. i’ll exchange it for the right one.”

“nope.” you refuse his demands with a smirk, stubbornly breaking away from his grip. “i don’t want to. i’ll keep this.”

“____, come on!”

“but you already gave it to m- jungkook!” you squeal when he makes a move to steal the item from your hands.

out of reflex, you hide them from him behind yourself. and unsurprisingly, that doesn’t deter jungkook’s endless supply of friskiness. he chases you as he reaches for your back, and you carelessly stumble multiple steps backwards to escape him. whimpering at the unexpected impact, you finally reach a dead-end, trapped between a wall and the boy who’s been making your winter a little less blue. your forehead lands on his chest, defeated, and he keeps you steady with a secure hold of your arms.

a harmony of breathy giggles imbues the silence of the deserted sidewalk.

“what are you even going to do with it? you can’t drink it anyway!”

you lift up your head with a drawn-out whine.

you can’t give him an answer.

to be honest, you’re just as clueless as jungkook is.

“ehhh?” he mimics the sound you made with an amused expression painted on his face. you’re too damn adorable for your own good, and it’s doing very dangerous things to his heart. “will you? are you a baby?”

the rhetorical question is a bait that you choose to bite.

“not really, but i can be your baby.” you shrug, melting him with a coquettish smile.

“ah, i see… is that term of endearment your type? you want to be mine?”

his teasing grin puts his dimples on display, and you desperately want to run back into your apartment just to spend a full minute screaming into your pillow. you’re thoroughly convinced that you’ve never felt more attracted to a person than you are to jungkook. this is bad news. you don’t know to what lengths you’re willing to go so that he could stay in your life for as long as you want. it’s terrifying and exhilarating.

“just to set the record straight, you want me to be yours.”

“and if i do? then what…? are you confident you can handle me?”

every nerve connected to your heart is a wire most alive when you yearn to bare it for another.

“try me.”

his hazy eyes falls to your lips and he goes a little crazier than he was the other night. it’s infuriating that you manage to make them look so soft and so inviting despite the frigid air. it’s dizzying, how his face is only inches away from yours and as always, you smell so sweet, just right. he wonders if you taste the same.

jungkook is dying to kiss you.

the thought has been plaguing his mind, haunting his dreams both day and night. he keeps screaming at himself to just fucking do it, but as much as he is impulsive, he doesn’t want to be the guy who catches you off guard. he doesn’t want you confusing your feelings for him with adrenaline. he wants the moment to feel right. he wants you to see that he’s sincere, and he’s nothing like those bastards who took you for granted…

selfishly, he wants this to be something real, co-existing with the fear of pushing you into a tornado of chaos that is his life.

his heart is pounding violently, he’s afraid it might jump through his sweater. the right moment feels like it could be right now, and he knows you feel it too. he observes your breathing getting heavier, and one of your restless hands has freed itself to grab a fistful of his sleeve.

your lips slightly part, and he doesn’t know if it’s the anticipation, or you did it on purpose to rile him up. he figures his jimin-hyung is right; he would be a fool if he allowed you to slip out of his hands. but truth be told, he’s the one wrapped around your finger.

fuck, fuck, fuck. he is doomed.

a pin drops and he is doomed.

his ringtone rattles the silence and slices through the tension between you. disappointment flashes across your face, and you visibly flinch at its loudness. you’ve grown to despise the incessant noise of telephone calls since moving to your apartment, one of your pet peeves jungkook is yet to hear about. panicked and irritated, he scrambles to dish out the vibrating device from the depth of his pocket.

“it’s… it’s my manager. but it’s fine, i’ll handle it.” he informs you quietly as he rejects the call, opting to send a text explaining his whereabouts.

a pang of guilt shoots through your heart.

“you can go home, it’s okay… i can take care of myself.”

“mhm-hm.” he shakes his head, still busy typing away. then, out of nowhere, he looks at you to properly plead. “don’t send me home yet.”

your eyes flicker to watch a piece of ice fall on his shoulder, white contrasting the black fabric of his jacket. another one lands on your hand, and then your collarbone. the stinging coldness, another thing that makes you flinch tonight. you look up to face the snowfall fiercely coming down, and it seems that the heaven opened up the sky to scold two lovesick teenagers tangled in a modern-day dalliance.

goddamn it, you curse.

“are you kidding me?” you grunt in frustration, eyebrows sharpening your previously dazed eyes.

jungkook barely manages to tap the deliver button before you begin dragging him to the roofed entrance of your apartment building.

“stay here. i’ll just grab an umbrella real quick.”

“okay.”

once he confirms that you’re out of sight, he releases a loud sigh, exasperatedly kicking a non-existent ball on the cemented floor.

“fuck! fuck! why? why do i move so slow? ah- they can’t just kill the mood like that. why-” he squeezes his eyes shut, pinching his nose bridge and putting a hand over his hip, so upset he can’t even speak straight. “we almost… shit, this is driving me insane… she hates me. she must hate me right now. i’m done for.”

—

the aggressive slam of the front door rings throughout your apartment, and you’re about ninety-nine percent certain you disturbed the sleep of a neighbor or two.

“then what?” you grumble to yourself, followed by a desperate cry. “then kiss me! do i really have to do everything myself?”

after grabbing the biggest umbrella you own from the basket you have beside your coat rack, you head to the kitchen where you leave behind what jungkook bought you.

eventually, your overthinking leads you to a bitter conclusion.

“does he not want something more? is he playing with me?!”

and if it was any other person, you’d be fine with that but… your gaze lands on the bottles of vitamins and cough medicine, and you sigh to regulate the accelerated beating of your heart.

“but i think i can finally do this right.”

your voice comes out above a whisper, and the verbal declaration alone fuels the hope in you.

you’re confused whether it’s a sign of luck or childishness. maybe the compensation for being well-acquainted with loss, or good karma if you decide to push it some more… but you always get what you want. despite the blood, sweat, and tears; even during the instances that you do give up, the universe somehow finds a way to arrange matters in your favor.

except you don’t want to give up on this just yet, and you don’t intend to just stand around waiting for the universe work its slow burn magic.

because you look out your bedroom window, and jungkook is squatting on the floor with his head in his hands, looking distraught as if he just lost the lottery and he was only a digit off.

you might be unsure about your label, but he sure wanted to kiss you pinned up against that wall.

—

jungkook casually steals glances from you every now and then. you’ve been softly humming to christmas songs as the ice underneath your feet crunches with every step you take, influenced by the heavy snowfall despite the holidays being long gone.

when you came back, he thought you’d be giving him the cold shoulder, reminiscent of when you got pissed off at a hair stylist not even a week ago (that day, he learned that you’re grumpy when sick, grumpier when jealous). but instead, you lent him a white fuzzy scarf to keep him warm.

“where are we going?” he asks, unaware of your destination.

he’s just been following your lead for the past five minutes or so. he only knows that you’re going someplace that will satisfy your midnight cravings, as you mentioned over the phone earlier.

“i haven’t told you?” you wince. “just mcdonald’s. i’m craving their fries… hmmm, and chocolate sundae.”

“sundae? but you have a cough.”

“i’m all better now! that’s why i’m getting it!” you keen with excitement.

except jungkook is worried. at home and at work, he has many people fussing over him when he’s not feeling well. most of the time, you only have yourself to rely on. he doesn’t like thinking about your past boyfriends, but he hopes that they took care of you when you would get sick. as for the future, he hopes that he’s there.

he perks up when he sees the pharmacy store he’s been thoughtfully scanning both sides of the streets for, recognizing the lightbox signage. “let’s stop here. i’ll buy you your adult syrup.”

“jungkook,” you giggle airily, pulling at his jacket to motion him not to go near it. “i just told you that i’m not sick anymore.”

“it’s better to be prepared.” he reasons.

the snowfall has ceased. he transfers the umbrella to his other side, freeing his hand to hold yours and tug you along with him. he childishly pretends to not hear your protests.

he’s not showing it, but he must be embarrassed about earlier. you can’t help but to smile from ear to ear, watching his back as you’re left a few steps behind, the two of you tied together by his warm and protective grip of your hand.

“jungkook,”

your voice is calmer and quieter. he whips his head back, concerned eyes twinkling from the blaring headlights on the road.

“i’m thirsty.”

—

you’re blissfully unaware of jungkook falling in love with you from the opposite side of the table.

thoroughly engrossed with the movie-like scene outside the glass wall, you’re clutching an apple juice box in both hands, plastic straw stuck between your lips as you take baby sips. he probably sounds like a broken record, but there’s something different in the air tonight, and you’re twice as pretty in his eyes.

“i can sue you for that, you know?”

he drops his phone in shock. he chases it in pure panic as it clashes with the table before tumbling down to his lap. when he puts it down, the screen is already black, a desperate attempt of hiding the raw evidence of his offense. he smiles back at you sheepishly, cheeks and ears flushed after being caught red-handed.

“aren’t i cute? you already made it your lockscreen, haven’t you?” you tease, eyes flickering up to him as you begin stabbing at the chocolate sundae with the little plastic spoon to mix it.

“made what my lockscreen? no, i didn’t!” he strongly denies, holding up his phone to show it to you.

“plain black, really? what happened to gureumie?”

you send him a look of distaste.

“just makes me believe i’m really your lockscreen and you change it to something random before you come see me.” you say in a sing-song voice, shivering with delight after you lick your spoon clean of the sugary treat.

“don’t start. yours is your class schedule!” he retorts with a laugh, which goes up in volume when you slap his hand away for attempting to steal from your fries.

you scowl at him with a displeased pout, dipping a fry into the sundae before popping it in your mouth. “get away. i’m hungrier because you took so long.”

the effect of having your cravings satisfied is instantaneous. it was absolute hell, being sick, albeit it was only a cough accompanied by fatigue. it’s simply no fun being an adult and having no one enter your room every two hours to check up on you. for the first time in the past week, your brain is completely flooded with happy chemicals, and you feel like a little kid kicking their feet with glee.

“it’s not my fault! they had to do something to the ice cream machine… i-i think it stopped working.” jungkook stutters, stuffing his mouth full with a spoonful of his strawberry sundae.

of course, it’s the ice cream machine. it’s always the ice cream machine.

with a gasp, you weakly slam the empty juice box on the table. “wow, i almost didn’t get what i came here for.”

“but you did. ‘cause you’re with your lucky charm.” jungkook cheekily winks at you, and you long to kiss that stupid grin off his face.

—

“holy shit, he’s kneeling down now. kook, he’s begging- look-”

jungkook is convinced he has never seen your eyes this big. he looks at you dumbfoundedly, cheeks full as he chews a huge bite of his burger. you release a sigh, reaching over to turn his face to the side.

outside, just a few feet away at the opposite direction his body is facing, he discovers an angry tear-stained woman sitting on a bench and a man crying on his knees infront of her.

he swallows, tilting his head. huh, so this is what you were watching earlier when you didn’t notice him arrive with the food. funnily enough, this isn’t considered an unusual occurence in such a populated city.

“i knew it. he’s cheating, he’s definitely cheating.” you squint at the scene, shooting daggers in your mind. you rely on muscle memory as you continue to munch and dip your fries in the sundae without bothering to look anymore.

they were still arguing when you gave jungkook your undivided attention, but the shift in the atmosphere captured your interest again when your peripheral vision caught him on the ground.

“how do you know?”

“he panicked and snatched his phone away when she touched it. that’s why they started fighting.”

a sick feeling in your gut deflects your eyes away from the forlorn couple, the salt and the sugar in your food starting to taste bland on your tongue. on the other hand, it seems that it’s jungkook’s turn to be absorbed in them.

“oh, that makes sense.” he mutters under his breath, eyebrows furrowing as he frowns. “seriously, i’ll never understand cheaters. why… would you go out of your way to hurt a person who’s special to you?”

and because of that, his food are left to be unsupervised. with the hopes of resparking your appetite by stealing a taste of something you haven’t had in over a year, you scoop up a small bite of his strawberry sundae.

“that person isn’t special anymore, or maybe they never were in the first place.”

“but if you’re loved by that person, even if you don’t feel the same way anymore, shouldn’t they still be special to you in some ways?”

he returns to his previous position, and the passion written in his eyes like constellations makes you want to believe that maybe the world isn’t a lost cause. it’s a breath of fresh air — the new point of view clear as day infront of you. jungkook is your best friend, it dawns on you then and there.

a best friend who sends you pictures of the sky. a best friend who won’t let you roam the midnight streets with melancholy. a best friend you want to kiss and hold hands with.

“they should, but they’re horny assholes who don’t think about stuff like that.”

“ah, then what a shame.” he chuckles with a scornful shake of his head, finally going back to devouring his burger.

it’s silent for a few beats.

right now, you like the strawberry flavor more than the chocolate. it tastes better than you remember. it’s rekindling an old flame.

“are you that type of boyfriend? who gives out their password?” your voice is rife with interest as you casually steal another spoonful of jungkook’s dessert.

“of course, i don’t mind. i have nothing to hide. i just have the most random photos, and like a thousand voice memos… but… how do i say it?” he pauses to organize his thoughts, eyes pointing towards ceiling. “uhm, it can get uncomfortable, and hurtful… if they always thoroughly check everything. i don’t know…”

“no, i get that. my ex was doubtful of me all the time and it was tiring. giving reassurance is important, but so is having boundaries… never forget that, understand?”

you radiate with so much tenderness, he finds it so easy to listen to every word that you say. but since you already understand the importance of balancing those two things, can he just forget about it and admire your face?

“is that why you broke up with him?”

you pucker your lips in thought, playfully twirling the plastic spoon between your fingers.

“i guess so? he… he just sees me as a bad person. and i was starting to believe that i am.” you decide to put it lightly, scoffing when the mortifying memories of him floods your mind. “when i had that epiphany, i broke up with him right away. we just weren’t good for each other.”

jungkook utters your name, mellow and sweet, like a serenade.

you’re reminded that he sings for a living.

“hmm?”

“i don’t know what happened between you but… when i say you’re a good person, i’m really being sincere.”

during the fall, talking about your past relationship made your heart feel unbearably heavy.

but tonight, it’s winter. jungkook holds out his little spoon to feed you a bite of his strawberry sundae, and you accept it without thinking.

uh-oh.

you peer up to him shyly.

“and because you were so kind to me the first time we met, i don’t mind you being a thief.” he fondly strokes your hair, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your body vibrates with giggles. “aigoo, you eat so well. good job, ____.”

—

“where you are taking me? this isn’t the way home!”

jungkook has an arm around swung over your shoulder, gluing you to his side as you walk together. the last time you checked the time, it was 1:27am. the stores you brush past are already lights off, locked up, and the sidewalk is mostly dead and quiet.

“i really like taking photos, you know?” he grins, sounding thrilled, and you glance at him with suspicion in your eyes.

“i’m very much aware. and so?”

you yawn not long after, leaning some of your weight on him as tiredness seeps into your overused muscles. you’re awfully sleepy, and cold. you can hear your bed calling out your name from kilometers away.

“so we’ll take some together.”

from a distance, you immediately recognize the famous photobooth only several buildings away from the noisy night life of the long rows of bars and nightclubs.

you feel your knees go weaker.

oh, you’re in very serious trouble.

—

curse jeon jungkook.

curse him and his muscular thighs.

“sit here?” he pats his lap as an invitation, looking up to your motionless figure still standing infront of the closed curtain. “or do you want me to stand behind the chair?”

curse him and his intoxicating perfume and his arm wrapped around your waist.

“four photos and… we’ll print… two copies.” he thinks out loud, face so close to yours as he taps on the screen infront.

curse the stupid person who decided to only put one small stool in this small photobooth.

you won’t dare to make it obvious, but your heart is doing somersaults. you realize how arrogant you were for whining about him not kissing you yet, because here you are trying your hardest not to squirm as you’re sat across his lap.

unconsciously, you embrace the scarf he took off close to your chest.

it’s… been quite a long, torturous while of being deprived of physical touch. and you like jungkook. you like jungkook so much that despite hating cramped spaces, you flash the camera a sweet smile while playfully squishing his pouty face in your hand.

“oh, oh, that’s right!”

a yellow lightbulb appears above his head. he bounces his legs to capture your attention, his arms tightening around your waist to prevent you from falling off.

you cross your thighs to subtly squeeze them together, a poor attempt at putting out the fiery tingles spreading throughout your body. you swallow thickly. he needs to fucking sit still. your self-control is running thin.

“act angry at me and i’ll put it as the first picture, okay?”

“huh? why?”

“so i’ll always remember that you got annoyed at me for dragging you here.”

“and i’m still annoyed!” you slap his chest with a frown, glaring at him exactly as he imagined you would.

his mischievous grin stays when he faces the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign as the flash goes off.

when the timer starts again, he rushes to reach for the floor, sticking his hand in the paper bag from the pharmacy.

“for the next one- stay still-”

you’re completely clueless. your vision remains fixed on him until he reveals a bunch of pink ribbon hairclips on his big palm.

“where did you get these?” you blink at him.

he only shushes you as he removes the earwarmers from your head, thoughtfully fixing your hair before carefully adorning it with the ribbons as fast as he can.

“the ice cream machine wasn’t broken, was it?”

“shhh, we’re running out of time.” he rebukes you to mask his bashfulness, teeth sinking in his bottom lip as he focuses on arranging the ribbons symetrically.

“are these mine?”

“yours.” he confirms absentmindedly. he backs up to inspect his work, but he only ends up thinking to himself is it right for someone to be this beautiful?

the time runs out before you can deem yourself ready. the camera captures jungkook trying to tame your baby hairs, and you, watching him with a faint smile of affection.

“what do we do now?”

he shrugs. “let’s do whatever we want.”

“wow, i can finally do what i want?” you reply sarcastically. “i thought you were prepared for this.”

“three seconds!”

since you’re already smiling in the other two photos, you figure that it’s your turn to pout in the last.

the number ‘1’ appears on the screen, and you feel him pull you closer than you’ve ever been.

curse jeon jungkook.

curse him and his hand on your neck and his soft lips pressed to your cheek.

—

“you’re sneaky.”

“you’re one to talk.” jungkook replies, and you roll your eyes.

he chuckles to himself as he scans his copy of the photostrip under the street lamp beside the photobooth. on the other hand, your back is resting against it, your arms crossed over your chest. you take a fleeting glance at him, secretly smiling to yourself because he looks so happy.

yours is tucked in between the pages of the book inside your bag.

later. you can look at it later when you’re a little more sane and the ghost of his lips stops lingering on your skin.

“i don’t just let myself get kissed for free. don’t you know that?” you heave a dramatic sigh, feigning annoyance. “but since you bought me new clips,”

you turn your cheek to stare at him, but you instantly break the eye contact when you see how he looks like an excited puppy when he’s amused by you.

“…i’ll let this pass.”

“i think i just found the motivation to make more money today.”

you crack up at his words. “shut up!”

god, you’re getting swayed by his antics. he has too much hidden underneath his sleeve. you need to up your game.

a breeze sweeps across the earth, and you sniffle as you stuff your hands in your pockets. it’s getting colder and your battery is draining rapidly as the clock ticks. you die a little inside when you think about the consequences of your late-night adventure. there has to be time for you to squeeze in a nap between school and work, right? right? unbeknownst to you, jungkook takes notice of your weary state. he crosses the distance between you to wrap the ear warmers around your head.

“tsk, you’re going to catch a cold.” he whispers, loosely tying the straps under your chin. he reaches for a ribbon, but then pauses to ask for permission. “do you want to take off these now, so you won’t fall asleep on them? these are kind of sharp.”

“stop taking such good care of me.” you say half-jokingly, starting to remove them on your own. “i might get used to it.”

this upsets jungkook, it seems.

his lips are in a permanent pout as he answers, eyebrows knitting together. “what’s wrong with that?”

you only shake your head with a vague smile.

—

JK :

4:11am

[sent four photos]

credit GCF if you post on insta

got it?

you’re welcome !!!

4:13am

hehe you must be sleeping now right?

you better be !

4:18am

the truth is i’m a bit shy to tell you this in person but ... thank you for being someone i can spend time with comfortably and for always making me smile. i really like you a lot .. i mean that sincerely too

sweet dreams ____ :)

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“goodnight, jungkook.”

you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek, painstakingly chaste yet sinfully calculated. he was left all alone in the empty hallway of your apartment floor, too stunned to remember and return your scarf.

it is not the first time you did that, but his mind is reeling like crazy tonight — the corner of his lips is still stained with the graze of your lips.

a rhythmic knock snaps him out of the electrifying memory.

“jungkook-ah,” a freshly-awoken jimin raspily croaks out while he rubs his blurry eyes. “did you bring home anything?”

is this becoming a routine now? him visiting at an ungodly hour in the morning; jungkook sitting up without a word to retrieve the snacks from under his bed.

“thank you.”

he receives an appreciative pat on the back before jimin grabs one of the diamond-shaped biscuits you earnestly made a whole tray of, enough to go around for seven people. he nibbles on it as he flops down on the mattress, planning to sleep here some more until it’s time to prepare for work.

however, his drowsiness gets pushed to the back burner when the photostrip beside the maknae’s pillow attracts his attention.

“yo, jungkook! is this from tonight?”

“hyung! be quiet!” jungkook whisper-shouts.

“the staff didn’t mention a photobooth to me. is this a secret?” the late-night visitor whispers back to humor him.

the bed creaks as he chases the printed memories from jimin’s grasp, who seems to have gained enough energy to tease him, heartily giggling as he rolls away to the edge of the bed.

“yah, you’re so cute together?!”

jungkook’s bunny teeth pop out as he’s unable to resist a satisfied beam at the flattering remark. damn right, they do.

pulling out a pillow from behind him, he playfully hits jimin with the huge bundle of cotton. “hyung, finish eating and go back to sleep. we have that thing later, remember?”

“you’re hurting my feelings. what happened to telling your hyung about your crush?”

—

“wait a second- i’m still confused. you sprinted to the fashion boutique before ordering?” jimin flips over to lie down on his stomach, speech muffled by the biscuit between his lips.

“they close at midnight, so i had to run there first.” jungkook explains as he reseals the tupperware. weirdly, he only feels the ache in his body now that he’s talking about it. “she really likes things like that.”

“you’ve told me. so how long do you plan on keeping that in here?”

his gaze lands on the paper bag labelled ‘CHANEL’ on the other side of the room, and he makes a pained expression, still agonizing over whether he should give it to you or not.

“but don’t you think it’s too much? maybe i should save it for her birthday.”

“be honest with me. does she even know you’re courting her?”

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primrose | jjk (m)

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

genre(s)&au(s): romance, established relationship, fluff, smut

wc: 2.7k

rating: 18+

warnings: koo is dilf coded !!!! mild language (swearing), sweet nicknames, weverse live in bed jjk so we’re all down bad n infatuated, bigdck!koo, cuddles, making out, grrrrrïndin, håndjb, koo covers himself<3, n oc cant help where her tongue goes - winkwink, she just wants him! to! feel! pampered:’) edging, stolen/interrupted orgåãsms but we cant be mad at it

summary: “I said… we’re not done. Understand?”

beta: @tattookoo

note: thank you arden for going through this with me<3 i adore you always!!!

note2: reupload bcs first one stopped showing in tags when i was asleep:(

It isn’t often that you find yourself waking up to the early morning sun blessing the minimalistic beige coloured bedroom through the white horizontal venetian blinds with a weight draped over your body. As you allow your body to adjust to the morning, you feel your body warming in the gentlest of ways — not by the bright star in the sky but by the graze of soft fingertips that are currently caressing your hips back and forth underneath the duvet.

He isn’t fully asleep, but that doesn’t stop the airiest snores to whistle from his small button shaped nose. With this knowledge, you don’t cease in your movements to turn your body in his arms and gaze upon his delicate features past the unruly messy bed hair — bangs covering his forehead and strands going in all sort of directions.

Jungkook’s lashes lie softly against the apples of his cheeks as the sun washes over his skin and casts a beautiful glowing hue over him. Your eyes wander from his lashes, to the slight puffiness of his cheeks; indicating that he’s rested well. You smile softly as you gaze at his delicate button nose, then to his lips as they sit prettily underneath. They’re naturally pouted, pink and plum. A thin silver hoop of metal hugs his lip beautifully in the corner of his ever so slightly ajar lips as he breathes through his mouth — a habit that you’ve come to know over the last seven months together.

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Can you do a Drabble of Obs where oc gives Jungkook head? yup I’m always looking for smut, I just feel like that could be rly hot and steamy

our beloved summer; a drabble

When Jungkook slides deeper into the warmth of your mouth, he chokes on a needy moan. You glance up at him from your position on the floor, a warning look in your eyes, but not once do you take him out of your mouth to actually scold him.

"Sorry, sorry," he mumbles, his hand smoothing over your hair before he settles on holding the back of your head to guide you down on his cock. "I'll be quiet."

"You better," you mean to say, but it's difficult to make it sound coherent with a mouthful of dick. Nevertheless, you think he gets the idea.

Jungkook bites down hard on his bottom lip as you hollow your cheeks around him, sucking him off with a sense of urgency because, well, the clock is literally ticking.

You've got about five minutes before Taehyung bursts through the library doors to begin his shift, and you really don't want him to witness his two friends doing the nasty right against the paperbacks of Kant and Rosseau.

"Fuck." A low, drawn out moan slips out of his mouth as you work him to an orgasm. Your fingers reach for his balls, tentatively squeezing them the way you know he likes, the way that never fails to make his thighs twitch and his brows knit together.

"Baby," Jungkook sounds like he's on the verge of tears, so whiny and desperate that it makes you squeeze your thighs together, seeking friction because you won't be getting any for another forty minutes when you make it back to your dorm. That is, unless he drags you to an empty supply closet and return the favor. "Close, close, c'mon, keep going..."

His cock throbs in the wet heat of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat every time your lips glide along the length of him. You can imagine what it'd look like if you were to pop him out of your mouth right now - red and angry, leaking and glistening with your spit. You like to think that he would actually cry if you stopped completely and let him leave with a severe case of blue balls and not a single cold shower in sight.

But you like it better when he comes for you and your name falls from his lips like he's forgotten every other word he's ever known, like you've rendered him wonderfully powerless even though you're the only one on your knees.

You can tell that he's on the precipice. Just a little bit more. You glance up at him through your lashes, damp with tears as he tests your gag reflex. He looks down at you, his sharp jawline even more defined now that he has to clench his teeth in order to stay quiet. Tender fingers stroke your cheek as he shallowly fucks into your mouth, meeting you every time you go down on him.

A hollow of your cheeks coupled with a few ruts of his hips and he's done for. His come shoots down your throat in hot spurts, his heady flavor coating your tastebuds as you do your best to milk him dry until his thighs are shaking.

Jungkook is way up on cloud nine when you release his cock, pressing a kiss against his tip before you get off your knees. You stand up to face him with an accomplished look your face, sticking your tongue out at him to show that you've been a good girl.

There's a quiet chime of a bell that you catch then. Perfect timing.

Jungkook is still far away when you tell him, "Put your dick away. Taehyung's here."

He rolls his eyes but tucks himself back into his jeans regardless, albeit with slow movements. "Give me a second," he says, his voice a little raspy despite having been quiet for the majority of the past twenty minutes. "You sucked the life out of me."

You pat his cheek with a proud smile before you smooth your hair out, trying not to look like Jungkook was grabbing fistfuls of your hair just moments ago.

You walk out with your hand intertwined with his, just in time to catch Taehyung put down his bag and settle into his seat. He looks at the two of you curiously, before he clocks how absolutely flustered Jungkook is and accuses exasperatedly, "Were you guys just making out back there?"

➜ précis: every one of your clients were always the same expect one he always showed you just how much he truly wants you.

➜ pairing: ceo!jungkook x escort!femreader

➜ genre: smut + fluff.

➜ rating: rated-r. [MINORS DNI]

➜ warnings: super soft and fluffy jungkook, love confessions, kissing, passionate love making on the loveseat in his office, jungkook calls reader princess, creampie, yea just a happy ending.

➜ word count: 1.430k.

you always hear the same nonsense from every one of your clients, you are too pretty for this kind of lifestyle, you deserve more than this, let me take care of you. you never believed a single word because one most of them were married and two they were the kind of men that probably wouldn’t even look your way if they weren’t paying you for a “good time”. you had to say though you had this one client that was so different than the rest. he never wanted sex, let alone a kiss, he was just some rich guy who was lonely two days a week and wanted that love and companionship from a pretty woman.

every date was more upscale than the last, he would parade you around on his arm telling anyone of importance that you were his girl and sometimes you honestly wished it were too true. from spa dates, to company events to galas you were always his focus. there was never a stale moment whenever you were with him. he would always offer to rub your back and pay for any of the bills you couldn’t afford to cover for the month. he would talk to you about your wants and your dreams, it felt good to have someone that cared enough to listen.

tonight, though it was a little different, he looked like he needed something more, like he was afraid to ask because he didn’t want to come off as some kind of creep. he sat across from you as you sat pretty and perched up on the edge of his desk.”you know if you want something, you should say it before our time runs out. we’ve talked about everything and still it seems like something is bothering you.” he gave you a pained look, he hated when you would leave because he would be alone all over again desperately waiting for the next time he could see you again.

you’ve had this same routine for six months now, no sex, just sweet and platonic touches. you would be foolish to say you didn’t feel something for him, but those feelings were always best to keep private. he stared at you for a second more before he slowly rose from his desk. he walked over slowly to where you had sat, his eyes raking over your frame.”i want you, i always want you but im selfish because i want to have you all to myself.” each word that fell from his lips made your heart race.

his hands moving to cup your face, thumbs brushing over the skin as he leaned in close.”please, let me have you, let me take care of you. i promise, ill never let you feel like this job is all you are good for.” you were speechless really, couldn’t even find the words. and the ones you had found had quickly evaporated the moment his lips met your own for the very first time. if you could imagine a perfect kiss it would be just like this one. his lips felt like soft rose petals, his tongue mapping the entire canvas of your mouth.

his words spiraling through your mind over and over again as you fell deeper and deeper under the spell of his charm. there wasn’t a single thing you didn’t love about him, his voice, his smile, his eyes, even his tattoos painted a beautiful picture of his personality. you felt a soft gasp escape you as he broke the kiss, you were still so stunned by his confession and the way his eyes stared into your own he was waiting for something, anything to make sure it wasn’t one sided.”you can’t say things like this, what would everyone think if they found out how we met? im sure they wouldn’t hesitate to call me a whore.”

he shook his head, not wanting to devalue your feelings but in his eyes your occupation wasn’t a reflection of the person you are at heart. his big strong hands cupped either side of your face, a soft smile spreading across his lips.”i don’t care about what anyone would think, you know, why? because i know you, i see you, and i don’t think i'm physically capable of going another day without having you next to me. please, give it a chance? and if you end up hating it ill leave you alone, i promise.” you hated how good he was with his words, he always able to leave you speechless.

you chewed on your bottom lip lightly; sighing as you leaned forward onto the tips of your toes, pressing a kiss onto his lips.”okay, okay, just stop being so mushy and sweet, i might pass out at this rate.” he chuckled softly as he kissed your lips over and over again, his happiness growing more apparent with every passing second. he boldly moved his hands down to your hips, his grip tightening ever slightly as he lifted you up off of your feet.”you are perfect, you know that? you are everything i could possibly want in this lifetime.”

gosh, there he went again being so sweet, so soft, so fluffy it felt like your heart was going to explode. you gave him a smile, shushing him with your lips as you kissed him passionately. your arms and legs wrapping around his frame tightly as he walked over to the loveseat that sat in the corner of his office. he fell back onto the cushions, keeping you close as the two of you attacked each other. kisses being pressed onto necks, clothes being torn and tossed onto the black tiled floor. the more you let his confession set in, you realized you could never want anyone else but him.

the way his arms enveloped you felt like you were in a cocoon of his love. the way his fingers dragged along your spine sent chills shooting off over every inch of your body. his forehead pressed against your own as you pushed his boxers down his thighs. he didn’t miss the nervous gasp that escaped you at the sight of his cock. you could feel your body shaking, it was so thick, and long it practically had you salivating.”take as much as you want to take, okay, princess?” he pressed a kiss onto your cheek as you nervously rolled your hips forward.

his cock slipping down right in between your thighs as your hand wrapped around the base. you kept your eyes trained on him as you guided the head to your entrance. his eyes low and glazed over with lust as he watched you, the slight pain that spread across your face as you sunk down. he rubbed his hands along your thighs to soothe you through it, the both of you hissing and moaning until he was sheathed to the hilt. you could feel your walls twitching as you sucked him in. your hips slowly rolling, mouth falling agape at every glide.

“you are so beautiful, so amazing.” he whispered the words over and over again as the two of you found the perfect pace. your hips would drop, and his upward in an illustrious sync. his tongue finding it’s way to your nipples, teeth grazing the skin lightly as he watched you unravel on top of him. you never imagined sex with him to be so gentle, and passionate. the endless moans falling from your lips driving him wild, as he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

he pulled you flush against his chest, he brought you closer and closer to your end. his cock moving slow but deep with in, he made sure to dig in deep until the head repeatedly brushed over your cervix. your moans and whines floating into your eardrums, his nails raking across your back as he whispered.”cum for me.” it was like a switch was instantly hit, you could feel those salty tears of pleasure rolling your down your cheeks as you came all over his cock.

your walls clamping down tight, causing him to throw his head back. his own moans were so deep and beautiful, his heavy breathing and shaky hips signaling his own end. you ground your hips down to meet his own, the two of you moaning as he came, spurt after spurt of his cum shooting out to paint the canvas of your walls a milky white. you pulled back slightly, a hazy smile on your lips as you whispered.”you are my favorite client.”

Can you do a drabble of Y/N and Jungkook having a quickie in the kitchen before nabi wakes up 🌚

word count: 1.2k

warnings: spitting, creampie, fingering, handjob, spanking, a teeny bit boobie worshipping cause it is lwh jk🫢, strength kink, a dash of dirty talk

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"Jungkook," you mutter in a pout, sauntering after him with half-closed eyes.

"Just go back to bed, sleepy head. I'll just need two minutes for our coffees."

A petulant frown spreads across your face while your eyes fixate on his cinched waist, clad only in briefs, as he leads you to the kitchen.

"Bed is cold now." You rest your forehead against his back as Jungkook opens the cupboard door to retrieve your favourite mugs. Arms circling his waist, you reluctantly follow his steps around the kitchen.

You hear Jungkook pressing buttons on the coffee machine and liquid pouring out of it.

"You're so evil for getting out of bed before 7," you mutter against his skin.

Jungkook coaxes your fingers from his body and pulls you in front of him. You immediately squint, burying your face into his chest with a grumpy grumble.

"Come here," he says softly.

"Where?"

"Up." He places his hands underneath your butt and instinctively, you leap up and wrap your legs around him. With a firm hand on your lower back, he resumes the coffee making with one hand.

Something pokes your thigh. "Oh," you utter.

"Just give it ten minutes," Jungkook says absent-mindedly as he lets the machine fill another mug with coffee.

You nuzzle your face in his neck. Cunningly you slip your hand between your bodies.

"Baby." He nudges your shoulder with his. A gentle, disapproving tone resonates in his voice.

"I'm just checking," you mumble into his neck.

"Checking what?" he asks amused.

"If it has missed me as much as I have." You lean back, eyelashes batting up at him. You know he can't say no to your pouty face, but you also want him to know that you've been missing him.

Jungkook cups your cheek with his free hand. "Of course I missed you, silly," he says as he thumbs your bottom lip. "But Nabi will wake up soon."

"But soon is so far away."

He stares at your big eyes longingly. A sigh flies past his lips as he caves in, kissing the pout from your lips.

You smile against his mouth, fingers weaving through his messy hair. Your other hand sneaks into his briefs. He presses his forehead against yours, a breathless moan escaping him when you wrap your hand around his cock.

"So needy, huh?" Jungkook sets you on the counter behind you. "Arms up," he instructs, leaning away to pull his t-shirt from your body. Just as he gets to see your bare tits, his head dips down to his happy place in a twinkling of an eye.

You giggle, fingers roaming over his broad shoulders while you have trouble keeping your eyes open because you don't have Jungkook's big body shielding you from the brightness of the room.

"We're running on a tight schedule," you remind him in a strained voice, watching his needy mouth envelop your nipple. His hand is playing with the other one.

"Lemme have this," he demands huffily. His hand wanders down between your legs, tugging your panties aside and softly rubs the pads of his fingers against your aching pussy.

"Oh-okay," you sigh, involuntarily leaning back as pleasure courses through you.

He's good with his fingers, circling your clit the way you like it before dipping one finger inside. Eyes rolling back, a quiet mutter of his name rolls off your tongue. He adds another, pumping his fingers into your pussy as his tongue flicks over your pebbled nipple.

Your feet draw him even closer to you, heels digging into his butt when he crooks his fingers, grazing your sweet spot.

Impatiently, you pull his briefs down far enough to free his cock and pump it with your fist. This has him releasing your tit, hissing against the valley between your boobs. He perks up at the sound of you spitting, watching through dazzled eyes as you use the spit in your palm for more lubrication on his cock.

"Baby," he whispers, head hanging low and fingers slowing inside you.

A little smile tugs on your lips, thumb brushing over the sensitive part of his cock. "Need you," you murmur.

"Yeah?"

You nod helplessly, pointing his tip towards your pussy. He pulls out his fingers, spreading your wetness on his cock before aligning himself at your entrance.

"So warm," Jungkook sighs, pretty lashes kissing his skin as his eyes flutter shut, feeling your snug walls enclose him. "Fuck, I love your tiny pussy."

Your nails graze over his shoulder when he's completely buried inside you, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Having Jungkook fill you up always sends a sizzling heat across your skin, coaxing the softest noises from you.

His hand is on your boob because it always is, and he fucks you rough - toes curling before you've even cum kinda rough.

He actually manages to almost knock the hot mug off the counter and a splash of coffee spills over. You glare a little because, your coffee! How dare he? But Jungkook shrugs it off, mindlessly ignoring it. He just grips you by your hips and lifts you up, earning him a tiny squeal against his chest. Your legs are wrapped tightly around him, arms draped over his shoulder as he pounds his cock into you.

"This what you wanted?" he asks, his brows pinched together, pretty face contorted with pleasure, and he looks so so gorgeous, it nearly tips you off the edge.

"God, yes - all I needed."

His palm smacks your butt and the sound of it echoes through the room.

"Quiet," you tell him, nose nudging his neck and planting a tiny kiss there.

"Can't help it," he answers, smacking your butt again and you giggle into his neck.

Jungkook has you trying to contain loud, desperate moans the second after, his cock so deep inside, your tummy feels all fuzzy and tingly.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you pant, hands gripping him harder.

Once the wave finally hits you, your body buzzes with bliss, every inch of you is flooded by that feeling. You feel your body grow heavy in Jungkook's arms. You're a pliable, languid tangle of limbs, but he is solid and strong and keeps you with him.

Jungkook exhales a loud breath before he cums inside you, his face in your hair as he moans and thrusts into you sloppily.

You squeeze your walls around him and he pinches your butt in response.

"Don't wanna pull out," he grumbles, big hand brushing over your back.

"Wanna drink coffee." You lean back just in time to catch him rolling his eyes. "What?" you ask, frowning. "You woke us up this early." You poke his chest.

"I didn't wake anyone up!" Jungkooks says. His mouth forms a little pout. "You-" He stills when he hears the faint sounds of Nabi whining.

"See what you did?" you ask, a small, cheeky grin on your face.

Jungkook shakes his head, huffing, and you squish his face to give him a little kiss on his pouty lips. You can see him fighting the smile that wants to spread across his face.

"Daaa," Nabi whines in the background and Jungkook starts walking.

"I'm coming, baby," he yells. "Your mum's just being annoying." Jungkook carries you to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

"I'm not!"

He spanks your butt to shut you up.

The Love Plaza | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x AFAB Reader

Summary: Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Wordcount: 4102

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Smut, Best Friends to lovers, Oneshot(?)

Warnings: Dry humping, mild awkwardness (these poor virgins), no penetration (this time), They’re so cute and down bad

Minors DNI

A/N: thought this would be a fun writing prompt to exercise my humor muscle. I often feel that my writing lacks comedic relief, so this was good practice! I wanted this to be goofy as shit, because friends to lovers is just that much sweeter when it’s goofy. I do have a couple other WIPs with this couple though!! One that’s fluffy and another that is significantly spicier.

Enjoy!!

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You must be shitting me.

Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. Jungkook reads the sign in disbelief. The only lodging in 70 miles was a damned love motel. The bright red neon “18+” sign mocks him.

Unbelievable.

"Hell no, I can keep driving," Jungkook turns to you, there's no way you'd be okay with this.

"Jeon Jungkook, we've been driving on and off for 14 hours in a cramped truck with enough leg room for a toddler. We're both exhausted." You flash him a stern look, "we were honked at five times because we were going off the road!" With a light smack of his chest, you giggle, "besides, maybe they have a room with separate beds!" Your voice drips with sarcasm, calm about the entire situation.

Except you weren't.  Inside, you were screaming. A fucking love hotel in the middle of nowhere? This is a sick joke. But despite your inner turmoil, you keep a humored face.

"You're sure?" Jungkook asks again, just to make sure.

Cocking your eyebrow, you give him an incredulous look, "the other option is getting into a crash. I don’t think coffee and 5-hour-energy can't help us now, bun."

He sighs. With every passing second, he can feel his heart losing years of life. This definitely isn’t healthy.

A bell sounds as you and Jungkook enter, catching the eye of a desk clerk. The shabby motel is surprisingly chic inside, with modern hardwood tile, and wallpaper patterned with soft wisteria, giving the space a fresh feeling.

"Hey there! Do you have a reservation?" The smile on the clerk's face is practiced, but falters when he sees the both of you in sweatpants and t-shirts. 

He concludes on his own, no, you don't have a reservation.

As you both walk awkwardly up to the desk, the clerk continues, "just the two of you?"

Jungkook answers, "uh--yeah." You spot a basket on the counter and tap Jungkook on the shoulder, pointing.

It's full of different sized condoms in every bright color imaginable. Pink, blue, orange, yellow, purple, green.

You both hold back silly smiles, doing your utmost to keep cool. 

"And do you perhaps--" you pick up a condom out of the basket and Jungkook chokes. He takes a moment before looking at the smiley clerk again, "have a room with separate beds?"

The clerk simply stares at Jungkook. Separate beds? In a love motel?

There's been very few moments in Jungkook's life when he was truly Flustered.

1. Confessing to Sandy Morrison in second grade. 

2. His first kiss in 11th grade.

3. Figuring out that maybe he wasn’t totally straight.

4. Seeing you, his best friend and crush of at least 6 years,  pick up a large condom, neatly packed in bright neon orange wrapping, and pocketing it for some ungodly reason.

Shit.

What are you doing?

You yourself don't know what the hell you're doing. There’s zero intention in your mind of using the condom, of course--not that you wouldn't like to. But you're just trying to have fun. What else do you do in a love hotel? With this thought, you promptly lose your shit when you sight a shelf near the clerk desk that displays a variety of items.

Lube, lace garters (neatly packed in plastic packaging, fancy!), satin blindfolds, fuzzy handcuffs (red, pink, blue, black, and orange!), and the cherry on top--a brochure of "The Best Positions For A Night of Passion!"

The cackle you hold in makes you shake. You hop over to the shelf and ask the clerk, "how much for these?" Pointing to the handcuffs.

The clerk is now thoroughly confused at the contrasting interests in both you and Jungkook, who is flushed in the face--both from embarrassment and holding his laughter in. "Um... They're all a dollar, the pamphlet is free."

The clerk looks back to Jungkook, "and, sir, I'm sorry, but we don't have rooms with separate beds," leaning forward to whisper, he continues, "if you guys are fighting, take the couch." 

Well, it was worth a shot.

Once you're both checked in, Jungkook is about to walk away. That is, before he sees you go up to the desk clerk with one of each item that was displayed on the shelf. 

Oh. 

My.

God.

The clerk looks at Jungkook, his expression screaming, "dude, I can't believe you wanted separate beds!"

You happily stride beside Jungkook through the motel hallway, kinky bag in hand while he carries the luggage. You must be insane. Having finally reached room 40, you both realize that Jungkook’s hands are full of your bags. Awkwardly, you dig into his front pocket, feeling for the card.

"Um..." you look up when he speaks up, "it's in the other pocket.”

Oh. Oops.

You dig through his other pocket. 

why are these damn things so dee--

What. Was. That.

Jungkook gasps.

You gasp.

Realizing what you’ve just done, you flinch away, “Oh my god! I’m so fucking sorry--" Jungkook is utterly speechless. This night just keeps getting more and more inconceivable. He says nothing as you dig more cautiously and finally yank out the godforsaken key.

One minute later you're finally in the room, with yours and Jungkook’s cheeks throbbing red.

Nice one, y/n.

As you both walk further in, you gasp. All other thoughts vanish at the sight.

Jesus Christ, what a night.

"Oh my god, Koo!" You drag him in faster and he sees you fall into a burst of laughter, and once he sees it too, promptly loses his composure at the ridiculous sight.

The bed is obviously heart-shaped, the sheets are red satin, and the blankets are pink velvet. The mattress is adorned with frilly heart pillows and lacy detailing, with a black headboard screwed into the wall (which is probably for the best).

You both share gazes of utter astonishment, only to fall over yourselves once more. The sheer ridiculousness of it all hitting you full force. Jungkook’s laughter only falters when he notices that there isn't a couch.

This leaves him with two options. Share the bed with you and sacrifice a sleepless night resulting in another 10 hours of hell tomorrow, or sleep on the plush black carpeted floor and spend the next week with achy muscles and a crick in the neck.

He's gonna have to sleep on the fucking floor.

Quietly, Jungkook goes into the bathroom, leaving you to your own devices.

One bed. God, what a cliché. Jeon Jungkook will not be brought down by some fanfic writer’s wet dream.

Despite the inconvenience of the motel, Jungkook is relieved as the hot water spews from the showerhead. He’s needed this all day. Each muscle becomes looser, and Jungkook finds himself relaxing as the sound of water hitting the floor puddles in his mind.

6 long years.

Jungkook was twelve when he realized he had a big, fat, disgusting crush on you. But he knew it wasn’t a big deal. Crushes pass and fade. It’s impossible not to have a crush at that age.

Jungkook was 16 when he realized it wasn’t just a crush anymore. The poor bastard was head over heels. Down for the count. Your smile made his heart burn—he’d do anything to see it. He’d pull up pictures of you on his phone on the rare occasion he couldn’t see you, just to make sure he could at least see your smile every day. He recalls feeling stupid for feeling so fuzzy about you all the time, but what’s shameful about wanting to see someone you love happy and smiling? Nothing.

At some point, it turned physical. Absolute hell. He felt complete and utter shame the first time he touched himself while thinking about you. It was deplorable how badly and how often he yearned for your lips on his body.  

Throughout high school, Jungkook could barely look at anyone else other than you. Others could tell, most didn’t even try making a move on him. Except for his first kiss, taking place after prom in the parking lot. He remembers apologizing profusely to his date the next day, admitting that he just didn’t feel that way about them.

During graduation, he almost slipped. Almost confessed that he wanted to give it a shot. The longing was becoming too much. But no matter how close he came to finally spitting it out he’d always chicken out. You meant too much. And it felt… wrong to spring it on you.

But this? He might break in two. He’s insane, he knows, but that millisecond where you accidentally touched him through his pants almost made him hydroplane, losing all traction on reality.

A knock on the door yanks Jungkook out of his murky thoughts. “If you use up all the hot water, I’ll personally annihilate you, Kookie.”

He can’t hold back a smirk, “yeah, yeah, I’m almost done.”

If hot showers were personified, you’d marry them. Specifically, the ones taken after your best friend, with his scent still lingering. This night has been one hell of a rollercoaster, and you take your time washing away the 14 hours of uncomfortable driving and cleanse your airways. Jungkook has always smelled like home to you. Years of friendship will do that to a person. Not even your own family can make you feel at ease like he does, with the way he shines. Bright enough to feel warm, but not so bright as to scare anyone away.

7 long years.

You were 11 when you realized you had a big, fat, disgusting crush on Jungkook. But you’d had countless meaningless crushes at that age, he was just a crush out of convenience, right?

Wrong.

You were 16 when you realized it wasn’t just a crush anymore. Something about Jungkook’s demeanor with you changed. He was always nice to you, but as Jungkook matured, his rough-and-tumble attitude crumbled away into something softer, cushier, and sweeter. It was unbearable. Whenever he put a secure arm around your shoulder, your heart would squeeze, and then release. First yearning, then comfort.

You wanted him. In more than one way. Never in a million years would you live down the shame from the first time you let him invade your thoughts alone at night. It wasn’t that long ago, really. Jungkook had turned 18, and He wasted little to no time in getting a lip piercing. You nonchalantly said it looked cool, but it kept you up that night.

It was becoming too much, but with graduation fast approaching you thought you’d finally have your out. You’d go off to college, and as much as you’d miss your best friend, you knew you needed to get away, and hopefully the love would fade with time.

Well, that was before you found out that Jungkook was going to the same college as you.

It was pure coincidence.

So here you are. Desperately trying to wash away your increasing desire on both fronts, romantically and sexually.

Regretfully, you step out of the shower into the cold bathroom air. In an instant you’re pulling Jungkook’s stolen hoodie over your head.

The room is dead silent when you leave the bathroom, and you spot Jungkook resting peacefully on the heart-shaped bed. His eyes are closed. It’s moments like these that make you want to give in and just tell him. So what if he doesn’t feel the same way? So what if he doesn’t fight back the urge to kiss you every day? So. Fucking. What.

He’s your best friend. That’s fucking what.

Losing him is not an option.

“Gook?” Jungkook is lightly startled, and you almost feel bad for waking him. “Hey, can you move over?”

“Huh?” He groggily looks around, then realizes, “Oh—yeah, yeah, just a sec.”

With sloth-like movements, Jungkook grabs a pillow and a blanket from the bed and lays them on the floor, but before he can slip down onto the carpet you stop him, “woah, woah, woah. What’re you doing?”

“Uhhh, going to sleep?”

“On the floor? We’ve shared a bed before, doofus.”

“yeah, when we were like, nine.” Jungkook retorts. Please, God. Don’t do this to him.

You know it’ll be hell sharing a bed with him, but you’d feel like shit making him sleep on the floor. “What’re you afraid of, catching cooties? Come on, bun, it’s not a big deal.” It is a big deal. It is such a stupidly big deal.

Jungkook takes a moment to read your eyes, only a feeling a twinge of awkwardness. With reluctance, he moves the blanket and pillow back onto the bed and climbs in first. He can do this.

You climb in behind him, settling in quickly. His back is to you, thank God, but warmth is radiating from his body. You can’t do this.

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Focus.

Focus on the patter of the rain outside. Focus on the whirring of the ceiling fan above. Focus on the softness of the sheets. Focus on the warmth of the blankets. Focus on the smell of the detergent. Focus on the smell of Jungkook’s shampoo.

Wait, no. Don’t focus on that.

Hell freezes over in the time it takes for you to get comfortable.

It feels like infinity has passed by as Jungkook lays deathly still. One movement and he’ll shatter. The bed feels smaller than it looks. The proximity is too much. He can hear your deep breaths, can feel them in how your back lightly hits his with every intake of air. His body feels like it’ll start vibrating. His chest feels like it might implode. His thoughts are spiraling. He just wants you.

Eyes. Closed. Mouth. Closed. Mind. A work in progress. Sheep, count sheep.

1…

2…

3…

Just fall asleep. Please. You tell yourself.

Closing your eyes, you count the seconds as they pass by into minutes. You’re on minute 28 when a haze finally begins to ease you. But some prick outside of your room drops something heavy and you hear them giggling and walking away. You hope they have a terrible night’s sleep. Even if they weren’t planning on sleeping anyway.

Being conscious again, it’s impossible to ignore it. You can’t take it. You can’t. His warmth, his smell. His smile, his laugh.

Him.

Something possesses you. Chest aching painfully, heart beating mercilessly.

You whisper.

“Jungkook,”

“Yeah?” He curses the waver in his voice as your body shifts around to face his back. It takes him a moment before he has enough courage to turn around.

Your eyes.

Your eyes are big and wide, you look scared and excited all at once. “Jungkook, I…”

What are you doing?

You must be insane.

Just forget it.

But there’s no going back.

Do it.

Just say it.

Say it.

Fucking say it.

You like—

No.

He gently reaches for your hand beneath the blanket. The mingling of your fingers calms your mind, eases your breathing. “Thanks,” a whisper is sent across the small distance that separates the two of you. “How do you feel about me?”

Jungkook stares. Huh? That’s all? He chuckles, “We’ve been friends since we were like, four. It’s a good bet that I like you.”

You blink. What an absolute dunce. “No, you stupid asshat, how do you feel about me?” All this courage makes your mouth keep moving, “I mean… I feel something, and sometimes it seems like you feel something too. Can you like, tell me if it’s just me?”

Jungkook’s eyes go wide, his warm hand slipping away.

Oh. You’ve made a huge mistake.

Or so you think before he’s crawling to hover over you, hands beside your head. “You like me?”

It’s your turn for your eyes to bulge, your face burning at the position, one that you’ve imagined at least a million times. Head turning away, you reiterate, “Unfortunately.”

His head falls to your shoulder, “Oh my god. Holy shit, oh my God. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this shit, holy fucking shit.” You patiently wait for his rambling to stop, but you’re confused now. He’s on top of you. This man is on top of you but hasn’t said anything about how he feels yet.

The only natural response is to flick his forehead, of course.

“Hey, ouch!”

You exaggerate the clearing of your throat, “’holy shit, I can’t believe this shit.’ Isn’t a super direct answer, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re mean?”

“Aww did I hurt you fee—” His lips touch yours softly, but it doesn’t last long enough before he falls back to his side of the bed.

“It’s not just you,” Your hands find each other again.

A thick silence rests over you, despite your staggering heart. You want him to kiss you again, desperately. You push yourself to ask, “kiss me again? Maybe longer this time?”

Jungkook obliges wordlessly, leaning over to press his lips against yours once more. It’s slow, cautious, unsure. Your body feels tense, making it difficult to feel excited. Not sure what to do, you pull him closer by his sweatshirt, forcing your bodies to touch.

It feels like he’s melting into you. His lips are still shaky, but he pushes forward, placing his hand on your hip as you wrap a leg over his body. Creating even less distance between you. There’s a heavy breath.

“Um… okay, pause.” Your eyes meet. He nods and his fingers brush through your hair, playing with it casually and awaiting your next request. In this wide expanse of time, the tingle of him playing with your hair lulls your mind and heart.  

“Again?”

Third time’s the charm, right?

With less hesitance than before, Jungkook finds your lips again, keeping his hand buried in your hair. This time, it’s more comfortable, and your lips tingle. Unsure of what to do with yourself, your hands grip his sweatshirt even tighter, and you find it in yourself to lean in closer, breath quickening less from nerves and more from pleasure.

How many times had you thought of this? Each scenario being different, passionate and fiery. And yet of the hundreds of daydreams, none of them were accurate. Despite the underlying awkwardness, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

All thoughts drift away when Jungkook’s lips leave your own, and before you can protest, they fall upon your neck. Far more astonishing is when he drags you on top of him, changing your positions.

A quiet gasp escapes. Woah, woah woah, buddy.

But your surprise doesn’t stop him from dragging his lips to the other side of your neck. You feel your legs go numb. With his stupid lips on your neck still, he asks, “Is this okay?”

There’s a lot of fumbling in your brain before you can answer, “mhm… I’ve thought about this a lot.”

“Oh really? How much of it?” This stupid bitch.

“Shut up before you ruin it, just keep going.” You have no clue, but to Jungkook, the breathlessness in your voice feels like kryptonite.

Slipping a hand beneath your hoodie, you jolt at his touch. “How far do you want me to go?”

You squirm, “Um… I don’t know yet, is that okay?”

“Good, cuz’ I don’t know either. We can stop at any point.” Becoming impatient, you only give him a nod before you guide his hand to slip further into your hoodie. The trail of his touch his tingly, unpredictable, exciting. The gentle nature in the way he feels you causes your body to take on a mind of its own as your hips sink into Jungkook, forcing a groan from his lips. “Fuck, do that again.” You follow his instruction, and he lets out another noise of pleasure. It sends a spark coursing through you, leaning in to kiss him again. It’s messier this time, the caress of his hand on your skin making the simple task of breathing complicated. Your hips push down again, and the bulge you feel beneath you makes you gasp. In quick succession, Jungkook’s fingers brush over the tip of your breast, and to your utter shock a whine flows out of your lips. Your legs lose more strength, and you follow instinct. One hand slips beneath Jungkook’s shirt, and the jerk has the audacity to cup your breast in retaliation, dragging another whine out of you. Your head falls to his neck, partially because you feel like jelly, and partially because you want to leave a string of kisses to match what he so generously left on you prior.

With each kiss your hands keep exploring his torso and chest. If he can play dirty, so can you.

Or so you thought.

He pulls the neckline of your hoodie down to gain access to your collarbone before leaning up and licking a bold stripe from your clavicle up to your neck, dragging your body closer all the while. And when he latches on to the crook of your neck, sucking hard and meeting your hips as they subconsciously grind into him, you release a moan.

“There you go.”

You see through hazy vision the smirk on his face. Different from any that you’ve seen in your countless years of friendship.

He does it again, latching onto a spot along your collarbone and sucking, harsh but loving. Easing the sting with another swipe of his tongue.

The room is soon a quiet orchestra of heavy breaths and stifled groans, whines, and moans.

Time feels nonexistent.

“I think I want you to touch me, koo--”

“You think?”

You whine, “God, I don’t know—I just need more.”

He groans, “Fuck, babe.”

His hands securely grip your hips, and guide them to grind down onto him, hard. His sweatpants barely getting in the way.

You gasp at first, but as he keeps guiding your hips you let out a moan, louder than the one before. You cover your lips, not wanting to be heard by anyone outside.

“shit babe, please don’t be quiet, please—”

As the rhythm of your hips continue, you lean down, resting your head beside Jungkook’s ear, hoping that the muffle of the pillows will prevent anyone other than Jungkook hearing you. You let go, letting your moans flow, as his hips meet yours. Each sound you let out into his ear brings Jungkook closer to his breaking point.

“Keep going Koo, I’m close.” You whisper, and the sounds Jungkook lets out sound almost painful.

“Fuck, I love you.” He whines. And with barley another thrust of his hips, he comes undone beneath you. He keeps his grip on your hips, continuing to bring your hips down onto him.

You can barely manage “I love you too, Koo” before you find release.

The butterflies haven’t subsided yet. You’re clean and warm in bed again with Jungkook, hands and hearts intertwined. This time sleep feels more possible, but you can’t help but want to talk.

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“some of that felt awkward, right?”

“Well, I don’t think anything is more awkward than when we were forced to take a bath together when we were toddlers just cuz’ we got all muddy in the rain.”

You giggle as Jungkook pulls you in closer against his chest. “Yeah, sex ain’t shit compared to that.”

The warmth lulled you into a comfortable silence. You can’t remember the last time you felt this content, and you never want it to end. Every night this is what you want. Hands fit together loosely, blanket tangled between your bodies.

Jungkook will process with time that this is his new reality. His new reality in which you fall asleep in his arms, in which he can pull you closer, hold you tighter, and play with your fingers as he drifts off into a dreamland that couldn’t possibly match what he has with you. No one knows what the future holds, but Jungkook sure as hell hopes that you’re a part of it.

This shaggy love motel did more good than he thought it would.

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morning after

a l'aquelarre drabble

the morning after, you wake up convinced he regrets it.

♔ PAIRING: witch!jungkook x human!reader

♔ GENRE: magic au, angst, humour, FLUFF

♔ WORD COUNT: 0.8k

♔ WARNINGS: mentions of sex, swearing, a bit of anxiety, making out

♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: i don't know why this has taken so long given how short and simple it is, but here's a ball of fluff for you (also known as a jungkook!)

The radiance of the sun squeezing through the blinds woke you up the next morning.

It was a softer welcome into the day than jolting awake to turn off an ear-piercing fucking alarm, but nonetheless annoying, so you turned your back on the source of light to be met with that of Jungkook’s naked one.

Last night hadn’t been a dream, huh?

You smiled against the pillow at each memory. Dancing closely at the party, holding hands on your way back, kissing under the exploding bracket lights,  gasping against each other’s skin as you came… It had been perfect, and so was waking up next to him. Usually, you’d hurry to get dressed and out of the place of whatever guy you’d hooked up with to avoid the typical morning after awkwardness, but this time around there was none at all. No, you felt cosy enough to stay. You didn’t need to wonder why, the answer had been there for weeks. Because I love him.

But, in silence apart from the light breathing of both, seconds passed. And more seconds. And more, and more. And suddenly you feared he regretted it. Not the sex, which was undeniably bomb, but the fact that he’d had it with you. A girl who just happened upon his shop. It was a miracle he hadn’t realised yet there was nothing really to you, but what if he’d needed to fuck in order to work it out? You knew Jungkook wasn’t the type who’d ditch a girl after getting in her pants, but you couldn’t blame him if he didn’t know that instead of love, all the feelings that had been brewing inside him since you met translated into a lust that could be solved with a night of passion.

You began to contemplate leaving. It would make things easier if he indeed had no feelings for you; spare him the trouble of having to kick you out and make it clear that he didn’t want to date you... For the first time, you’d leave a guy’s place brokenhearted.

By Jungkook’s yawn and stretching at the other side of the bed, turns out your plan was thwarted.

Should you pretend to be asleep? You considered it in the short time it took him to turn over, but decided against delaying the blow and to get it over with as soon as possible. No need to prolong the apprehension.

Then, as his eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw was yours, a soft smile stretched his lips still sore from your lovely abuse of them the night before, and it became ever so clear that of course this boy was in love with you. How could you doubt it? Idiot.

“Hi,” he whispered with a raspy voice you wouldn’t mind getting used to.

“Good morning.”

Jungkook’s hand shyly sought yours and held it between your bodies, caressing it gently as though it were precious and delicate—hysterical, given the force with which he’d non-stop thrust into you hours ago, but you kept that to yourself. With the passing of minutes in a comfortable silence, your eyelids became heavy, as Yoongi’s did when petted. If humans could purr, rest assured you would. Once your eyes completely shut, Jungkook took the chance to get you off-guard and leaned in to kiss your cheek, making you smile.

“Sneaking up on me, you witch?”

He chuckled, “You do bite.”

Before he could get away, you buried your fingers in his silky locks and lightly pushed the back of his head close, guiding his lips to yours to bite them not too hard, but enough to rile Jungkook up, tempt him to kiss you back.

And there was the heat again. You felt it both inside, igniting each nerve in your core, and outside, as his hot breath mingled with your own. While you wondered whether it was the nearest you’d ever get to feeling magic, he was sure the addiction that had once corrupted him fell embarrassingly short of it.

Anyone would think you’d bewitched him but Jungkook didn’t care, wasn’t ashamed, gave in willingly to the effect you had on him. He wanted you to come to his shop every day and to kiss you deep as he now was. Instinctively, your legs spread and wrapped tightly around his bare torso, and Jungkook took the hint to climb on top.

Just as he was doing it, though, the door opened with a creak. And a meow followed.

Jungkook broke the kiss to sigh.

“I can’t believe him,” he muttered, getting off you and failing to kick Yoongi off the bed the second he jumped on it. “Get out.” The familiar responded with a hiss. “No, you fuck off!”

“Come on, let’s play with him a little,” you struggled to say between giggles. “He’s so cute!”

“He’s a perverted cat, is what he is.” Jungkook didn’t hesitate to get up—a great sight, given he was naked—and drag Yoongi out to the living room, despite his attempt to cling to the sheets by the claws. Closing the door behind him, Jungkook rushed back to the bed and on top of you. “Besides,” he whispered in a low voice that gave you goosebumps, “I want to play with you alone.”

Comfort sex with Jungkook

thirst drabbles (10/∞)

fandom » bts

pairing » jungkook x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, established relationship.

word count » ~ 670

warnings » mentions astraphobia (fear of thunder), profanity, very light dom/sub undertones, unprotected sex, implied cockwarming, praising, slow sex, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

The thunderstorm seems to intensify more as you find yourself cradled in your boyfriend’s arms; your bodies connected together. You shriek under him, the deafening sound of yet another lightning strike paralyzing you from fear.

“Oh baby, it’s alright. It won’t hurt you. I’m right here, focus on me, on us.”

You nod silently, sighing when he starts moving again. Jungkook lets his lips caress over your cleavage, overwhelmed by the way your warm, snug, gummy walls clench around his cock. His pace is gentler than ever, his length filling you up to the hilt and sliding back, warmth bubbling inside your chest. 

During all these years of your life, you’ve always been terrified of thunderstorms, especially of thunder. The ear splitting sound, the sudden bolt of light – it induces so much fear in you. But, for the first time, you’re feeling safe and loved with the slow rocking of his hips.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Jungkook whispers hotly in your ear. Your hazy, drooping eyes admire him in the dim light illuminating your shared bedroom. He looks so ethereal with some of his hair sticking to his forehead, honeyed skin glistening with perspiration. All the strong muscles of his built form flex to keep him hovering over you; his thrusts controlled, slow and steady. 

You can’t help but wonder how lucky you are to have him as your lover. No cause, you genuinely couldn’t ask for someone better to be by your side. As if he knows what you’re thinking about, Jungkook leans down to kiss you, your mouth opening up for him. Your soft moan encourages him to explore further, your tongues tangling together in their own dance of passion.

The kiss is all-consuming, setting your nerve endings on fire. Pressing into him more, you try to grind against his pelvis needily, seeking friction where you most want it. Jungkook immediately complies, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

“Fuck, please…” Your breathless whisper is almost inaudible due to the heavy raining outside. But, he heard you – loud and clear.

He picks up the pace ever so slightly, his cock hitting all those sensitive spots deep inside your cunt. It makes you delirious. Burying your face in his shoulder, you bite down on his flesh in an attempt to hold yourself together. Jungkook hisses in pleasure, his member stimulating your g-spot and cervix with each of his deep thrusts. 

“Goddamn it, baby!” Jungkook grunts, his thumb pressing onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. He can sense that you’re close, sweet pussy clenching around him more often. “You’re doing so well, angel. Come for me.” You blindly pull him in for a kiss, muffling your moans and whimpers. The squelching sound of your and his body meeting over and over echoes through the room, making him groan.

You feel the pleasure coil in your lower belly tightening dangerously, snapping within moments. As the ecstasy crashes over you, Jungkook hisses, halting his movements for a split second to revel in the feeling of you clamping down onto his girth. You cry out his name, a string of incoherent words leaving you.

His thrusts turn fast and sloppy as he chases his own release after you. “Don’t pull out, please.” You whine, pussy walls clenching around his twitching cock. Tears gather in your eyes, your sensitivity making his movements feel more overwhelming. 

After a while, Jungkook finally reaches his own high with a low growl. He spills his seed deep inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls white. You moan simultaneously, his spent body falling on top of you. 

“I love you so much,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. His rapid heartbeat slows down as he catches his breath, lips pressing kisses on every inch of your skin within his reach. 

“I love you too, angel.” Jungkook nuzzles your neck endearingly. The rain outside has slowed down, the soft pitter-patter of it on the windows coaxing a sigh out of him.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 author’s notes ꒱

to celebrate the official release of still with you <3, a song that holds an enormous amount of significance to me. also, it’s monsoon over here, making it even more meaningful ❤️‍🩹! thank you so much for reading <33!! i hope you enjoyed it 🥺! apologies for any mistakes left in there!

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boyfriend drabbles (pt.7)

Pairing: Boxer!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: the one where you surprise your boyfriend at his boxing lesson

Word count: 500+

a/n: omg i literally wrote this like ten minutes ago randomly when i had a sudden idea HAHHAHA so it might not be the best but anyways 😊😊

masterlist!

“Baby, you’ve got to let go of me, I have to leave now,” Jungkook laughs as your sleepy figure clings onto his torso, gripping him even tighter than before.

“Why,” You whine into his shirt, “Wanna cuddle with you in bed,” You drag out your words, unwilling to let your boyfriend go.

“I’ll be back straight away after I’m done, I promise,” He presses a kiss to your head and rubs your back, attempting to console your whiny self.

“Urgh,” You can only grumble as you pout, looking up at Jungkook who’s smiling fondly at you, his lip ring reflecting from the room light.

With much consoling and convincing from your boyfriend, you begrudgingly let him go, giving him a kiss goodbye as he shuts the front door of his apartment.

You flop yourself on Jungkook’s couch as silence fills the air.

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Luckily, waiting for Jungkook to be done with his boxing lesson was not as bad as it could have been, since you were currently preoccupied with making him a bento box lunch, excited to surprise him at his lesson.

You meticulously place the seaweed to form a cute panda made out of rice, as well as other ingredients you know Jungkook loves.

Your phone lights up, letting you know that the car you ordered to send you over was here.

When you enter the building, you take the lift up to the floor Jungkook was at. You often visited him at his practices, proudly recording his progress through videos on your phone, smiling secretly behind the camera.

Jungkook was currently going at a punching bag as the loud thudding sounds filled the air. His friends who were currently sitting at the table and watching him noticed your presence, nodding their heads to acknowledge you.

When Jungkook was done with the punching bag, you watch and giggle to yourself as he pants heavily, muttering a “so tiring, so tiring,”

But your boyfriend picks up on the giggle that emits from your mouth, head whipping to your direction and eyes lighting up.

“Jagi! What are you doing here,” Sweaty and sticky Jungkook runs to you, embracing you in excitement. You laugh as you softly push him away, “Baby, don’t hug me right now, you’re so sticky,” You whine as Jungkook gives you an apologetic kiss.

“Sorry baby, too excited to see my girl,” He winks as you roll your eyes, putting the bag of food down on the table as Jungkook readily sits on the chair, patting the other chair next to him to signal you to sit with him.

When Jungkook opens the lunchbox, his friends around notice the cute panda rice ball, and the other foods in the box, and they all gather around, trying to steal his food.

“Yah! Go away! This is mine, I’m not sharing,” Jungkook grumbles as he swats his friends hands away from the lunchbox. You laugh as you watch him smile fondly, taking a picture of the food.

“Thank you Jagi, you’re the best,” Your boyfriend smiles boyishly at you as he starts to eat, and you ruffle his hair in response.

“Don’t worry guys I brought extra,” You chuckled as you slid another box to his friends, as they gasp and thank you for the food.

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summary: in which jungkook’s new lip piercing makes you want to cry, and he can’t live without you.

> fluff / word count: 1.4k

> warnings: mention of or*l (f. receiving)

> in which masterlist!

note: heh surprise :D my impulsive, jungkook lover brain couldn’t resist so here’s a little something 🥲

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“why are you looking at me like that?” jungkook nervously asks as the excited beam lighting him up gradually fades. “do you not like it?”

you remain speechless with an unreadable expression written on your face. dumbly staring at the lower right corner of his lips, it is adorned with yet another piercing that makes your boyfriend appear more enchantingly attractive in your eyes — which are, by the way, currently blurry and dazed. your brain is still fuzzy around the edges, short circuiting the longer you observe the silver stud.

it infuriates you, almost, how he still manages to effortlessly drive you crazier for him five years later.

it’s extremely rare for you to fall asleep before 10pm, and to be frank, you hate him for waking you up because you know you won’t be able to go back to sleep until 3am no matter how tired you are. and you’re still not quite certain if you’ve already registered that your consciousness has been rudely pulled back into reality; because then again, you’ve always been obsessed with his lip ring, maybe unhealthily so, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that you’d dream of him surprising you with a new piercing just under it.

however, there is a particular reason that holds you back from strongly wishing for that to come true.

“but you loved the ring, even the eyebrow ones… did i pick an ugly placement this time?” he wonders out loud with a frown, confused that his surprise didn’t receive the type of reaction he expected.

when he tries hard enough, he can picture them vivid enough to draw from memory… your eyes glittering with awe and adoration each time he presented himself with a new piercing or tattoo. you, showering him with love and praises that erased every ounce of anxiety he had about his life-altering decisions that usually came in the aftermath. what others would call impulsiveness, you named his fearless self-expression.

“ow- ouch- baby! what the hell? what was that for?”

with doe eyes struck by headlights, he gapes at you in surprise as he rubs his poor shoulder that was slapped without warning.

“why did you get it there? we’re not allowed to make out again until it’s healed!” you pettily complain with a drawn-out whine, knees bumping against his thighs as you bounce your crossed legs in bitter vexation.

“oh, shit.”

in real time, you witness the realization comically dawn on jungkook’s face, flabbergasted that in the thick haze of his excitement, he forgot about this excruciating restriction during the extended healing process. in his defense, it’s been forever since he got his first lip piercing.

oh, he’s in so much trouble.

he stares back at you, frozen and unblinking as he slowly speaks with a guilty wince. “ahh, you’re right… i must be out of my mind… i can’t eat you out, too… fuck, how did i survive this back then?”

the genuine innocence lacing his voice only fuels your urge to curl into a ball and cry in frustration. yearning for his touch while he’s not physically present is one thing, but this is much, much worse.

“stop talking.” you glare at him, angry eyebrows contrasting the puffiness of your face caused by sleep.

“you’re so adorable.” the endearing sight elicits a breathy chuckle from him, followed by a small whimper triggered by the pain that spreads on the lower part of his face immediately after. he brushes it off without care, muttering quietly- “come here.”

he carefully guides you to sit on his lap, sinking further into the soft mattress with your weight added on top of him. and for tonight, you allow him to manhandle you as he likes, not having the energy to jokingly pretend to argue with him. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer to him, only realizing how much you’ve missed him now that you’re skin-to-skin.

“don’t be upset, baby. i’m sorry.” he sweetly coaxes you into a better mood. “i will make it up to you after. i promise. i always do, right?”

with drowsy eyes still trained on the new jewelry that shines from the light of the night lamp, you sniffle and pout at him.

“and we can still do this, remember?”

the world becomes still and quiet, and the oxygen gets trapped in your lungs when jungkook holds your face in between his warm hands, crossing the short distance between you. your eyelids slowly flutter shut, lashes kissing your cheeks as his lips softly brush against yours. languid and tender, slightly sticky from your sleeping mask that smells like candy. he ends the blissful moment too soon with a gentle pucker of his lips, leaving you with a simple peck that will haunt your mind for the weeks to come, as if you’re a teenager who just had their first kiss in the middle of the dance floor.

“hmm, see, baby? not bad?” he says quietly, pads of his thumbs tenderly stroking the apple of your cheeks.

jungkook is too persuasive for his own good. the memories of you suffering last time are clouded with the new sweet memory he just orchestrated, and you’re almost convinced that it truly might not be that bad after all.

“but we need to be veeery careful like that for now, understand? so it’ll stop hurting and heal fast.”

and just like that, you’re a little more awake.

“does it hurt a lot? did you bleed a lot?”

hearing him say that he’s in pain made you worriedly react within a split second. his heart melts, and then breaks into two as he gathers all the self-control in his body not to pepper your face with kisses like he usually does.

“the piercer was good and quick, i didn’t feel a thing. but i’m definitely feeling something now.” he shakes his head, uttering the last sentence humorously.

“of course, it hurts now. you won’t stop moving… let me see.” you scold him with a roll of your eyes, slightly turning his head by the back of his ear to have a better view of the swollen flesh around the piercing.

“how is it doing?” he inquires after a few beats, curious and impatient with your silence.

and that’s when he sees that look on your face, the glittering eyes he was anticipating to meet since he finished his appointment the morning before. you grin from ear to ear, scrunching your nose cutely before giggles bubble from your chest. sheepish with your transparent delight, you hide your face in the crook of his neck, tickling him with your every exhale.

“my boyfriend is so cool, and so handsome. i’m so lucky and proud.”

that’s him. that could only be him.

jungkook, despite being elated by the compliments, can only muster a small shy smile. he carresses your hair lovingly, securing his tattooed arm around you as you threaten to slip off from his lap.

“really?”

“hm, i like it. so much…” you hum, planting a chaste kiss to the sensitive spot on his neck. “you’re always putting me through this, making me want to kiss you more all the time. this is so unfair.”

“baby, please. behave for me?” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut as if he’s in unmaginable pain. in his dramatic mind, currently flooded with love chemicals, he is. “if you keep talking like that, i will really end up risking an infection.”

you lift up your head to show him a grimace of disgust. “ew, pull it together. i wouldn’t want to kiss you with that.”

“tsk, you’re such a brat.” he calls you out with a pointed look, lightly smacking your thigh, revealed by your shorts that has further ridden up, before kneading the soft flesh under his large palm to soothe it.

you teasingly stick out your tongue in response, breaking out into laughter. and not so subtly, you squeeze your thighs together, grasping his wrist in a futile attempt to control the frenzied butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“have you cleaned it?”

“not yet.”

“then let’s do it. i’ll help you.” you climb off his lap as you eagerly tug at his arm, planting your feet firmly on the ground. “love, hurry- hurry. i want to see it in better lighting.”

exhausted after an eventful day, jungkook limply flops down, occupying the side of the bed that you’ve kindly warmed up. “you can go ahead. i’ll follow you after five minutes.”

“ugh, no, you won’t. you’ll fall asleep if you keep your eyes closed for another thirty seconds, and then i’ll have to wake you up.”

he pops one eye open, and then another, meeting your affectionate gaze with a silly grin because damn, you know him so well.

“i love you… don’t ever leave me. i think i’d seriously die without you.”

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paid in full

"all debts must be paid in full." says jungkook with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he wouldn't tell your mother of you going against her wishes and sneaking out if you allowed him to have you the way he desired. masterlist | @darkuni63 @momnomnom writer: lyse word count: 10.116 warning: step-siblings, smut, blackmail, kissing (f on f), nipple sucking, wet dreams, alcohol intake, intake, kissing (m on f), fingering, dirty talking, praising, squirting,

“Sit straight.” your mother hisses quietly to you but her smile never falters. “They’ll be here any minute.”

You do as you’re told quietly, seething in your seat. You feel uncomfortable in the dress you were forced into by your mother and your feet are killing you - also thanks to your dear mother.

Your mother - back a few months ago - had met a man. You were less than surprised by that fact. Your mother has never not been single throughout your life. She assured whatever she or you needed that a man would be the one providing it. Boyfriend #19 had taken you to a father-daughter dance before she left him for the next.

Your father was once in the picture, but was later chased off by your mother; her claiming that neither of you needed a man with less income than her. It was laughable - because her income was never her own.

Now, the two of you are seated in a lavish restaurant with high ceilings equipped with chandeliers and classical music. Your mother is now going to introduce you to one of her latest catches - a man named Joon-sik. You rarely remember the names of such men, you would rather categorize them by Boyfriend, Fiance and Husband and whatever number they were. Your mother was married only twice, both marriages ending after a year. She was engaged a handful of times and the boyfriends were endless - and you counted the ones after you were born.

“He’s here.” your mothers tone is one of excitement and nervousness. “Stand up.”

You’re robotic. Your eyes scan whoever was strolling towards the two of you - and you’re left confused. A man is walking towards the pair of you, a light smile on his lips. He fits the part - elegant suit tailored to his size, dress shoes that you’re sure you can see your reflection on and light jewelry but not enough to be flashy. 

“Who is that behind him?”  you murmur the question to your mother and she only giggles in response, waving at the man.

“His son.”

Your throat goes dry when both men approach closer. Joon-sik’s son is tall, even taller than him. He stands out in this environment. Tight fitted black shirt with light blue jeans. Hi. His compact boots stood out just as the rest of his appearance did. Your initial thought was that he wore an undershirt with graphic sleeves, but as they came closer to your table, you realized that it was a sleeve of tattoos. 

You gulp at the sight of the taller boy - man, because a boy could never look like him. His hair appeared soft; black and wavy. Was that a lip piercing?

“Joon-sik.” your mother cannot contain her excitement when he reaches the table. She rounds it and engulfs him into a hug, but you don’t watch. It’s difficult to remove your eyes from the unnamed man behind Joon-sik.

“This is my daughter.” your ears hear your mother say and finally you’re released from your trance. 

Your reactions are robotic once more. You’ve been through this countless times. You smile at the man and bow slightly. 

“This,” the man turns slightly to his son. He ushers him closer. “Is my son Jungkook.” he introduces proudly. 

Jungkook offers a smile and you feel hot. His teeth are straight and pearly white and his lips appear gloss-like - not a crack in sight.

Your mother appears happy. You’re unsure if it’s genuine or if Joon-sik has a large enough bank account and will that causes her to smile. Nonetheless, Joon-sik is seemingly a nice man. He’s speaking with the two of you normally, asking you questions about your life - even if your mother does answer for you.

Jungkook doesn’t speak much but the relationship with his father was pure. His father speaks of his achievements proudly and you feel envious. It was obvious that Jungkook was not forced to be someone he wasn’t - forced into fancy clothes like you and to “sit politely” or “engage in the conversation”. 

“Y/N-ah.” Joon-sik speaks. “I heard you’re applying to several universities.”

You nod your head while sipping your water. 

“She applied late.” your mother sighs. “She wished to take a break after high school.”

You feel your cheeks redden in embarrassment. Your mother didn’t approve of the couple of years you took off to focus on yourself and gain work experience. But of course, this is a woman that hasn’t worked in years and opted in having others pay for whatever was needed. 

“Jungkook had, as well.” Joon-sik smiles at you. “He’s actually going in the next few months.”

You glance at Jungkook whose eyes are already on you. Panicked, you looked away.

“Oh!” your mother clasps her hands together. “You should apply to the same one.”

“It’s an amazing art institution.” Joon-sik nods. “Jungkook is into photography mostly, but he also dabbles in dancing from time to time. Paintertry, videography.”

You’re impressed and allow your eyes to glance at Jungkook. You wouldn’t take him for a man that dances, but you don’t wish to judge a book by its cover..

Jungkook chuckles lowly, a soft tint on his cheeks.

“That’s amazing.” your mother compliments and you want to scoff. She told you from her own mouth that pursuing art was a waste of time - but that couldn’t be said to the man she was pursuing. 

“What are you into, Y/N-ah?” Joon-sik asks you.

“Y/N also into…art.” your mother giggles and gently taps your thigh. She doesn’t know what type of art, she hasn’t bothered to ask or appear interested. 

You nod your head and your ears pick up on light chuckling.

You feel your body grow hot with embarrassment. Was he laughing at you?

“I see.” Joon-sik's smile doesn’t falter. “If you’d like,” he glances between you and Jungkook. “You can go to the same institution. I know people and getting you in wouldn’t be an issue.”

Your eyes widen and you turn to your mother. She slightly nods her head and you return your eyes to Joon-sik. “That would be amazing.” you respond.

Jungkook takes a sip of his drink and hums lowly to himself. His eyes flicker between you and your mother and he’s positive that you were nothing but a puppet and had been since your childhood; possibly even birth. You hadn’t had the chance to speak until now with permission.

“Now that introductions are out of the way.” Joon-sik raises his glass - a wine glass that had gone untouched since a server had poured it. “We have to tell the two of you something.”

You swallow.

Joon-sik grasps your mothers hands. “We’re getting married.”

You weren’t shocked at the news, but Jungkook stiffens visibly.

“And we’re moving in together!” your mother squeals.

That was new in a way. The men your mother dealt with never had children, and if they did you never met them. You moved from house to condo, apartment back to house throughout your life. But never with a “sibling” figure.

“That’s kind of fast.” 

Jungkook’s voice is deep, but not shockingly so.

“It is.” Joon-sik agrees. “But I’m not as young as you, son. When you find the one…” he nods at your mother. “...you do what it takes to keep her.”

You’re uncertain how Jungkook feels. This wasn’t new to you. You dealt with your mothers shenanigans your entire life. However, you’re unsure how Jungkook spent his life. Was his mother involved unlike your father? Did Joon-sik have countless girlfriends, fiance’s and wives?

Your mother places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it gently. 

“Y/N begged me for a sibling once upon a time.” your mother giggles. “Now you have a brother!”

You’re embarrassed once more but you don’t allow yourself to say anything.

Jungkook connects his eyes to yours. His tongue pokes out to lick his lips, it’s pink and wet and you’re disturbed that you’re even watching it coat his lips.

“Step-brother.” Jungkook comments low and you’re positive it’s more to you than to your mother’s comment.

The large estate Jungkook and Joon-sik called home was massive and the biggest you’ve ever seen; and you’re seen a lot.

By the following month your mother and you had moved into the estate and called it your home. 

The estate was so large that you rarely saw your mother - she and Joon-sik occupied the right side of the estate while you and Jungkook occupied the left. The two of you shared a kitchen and dining area, a large sitting area and you were lucky enough to have your own bathroom connected to your room. It was as if you had your own apartment away from your mother.

Your eyes follow the amount of cereal options displayed and hum. You were hungry and wanted nothing but a quick and light snack - you decided on cereal.

You decided on a box of marshmallow cereal. You grasp the box and pry it open, licking your lips with anticipation. 

You’ve come to realize that everything in the estate was fit for a tall man such as Jungkook. The bowls are inside of a cabinet high up. You always need to climb the counter just to get it, which is what you do. Your knees are planted onto the cold marble counter tops and your hand reaches for the bowl when another one shoots out and grabs the same bowl you were reaching for.

You yelp in surprise, body turning until you’re seated on said countertop.

Jungkook stands behind you, dangerously close. He holds the bowl in his hands, eyes watching your face for a reaction. 

You swallow.

“Good girl.”

You feel hot at his words, but you shake your head. “W-what?”

“Your nickname.” Jungkook mumbles. “Good girl suits you.”

Jungkook places the bowl beside you on the counter, but he doesn’t step away from you.

You open your mouth to speak, but you cannot release any response.

“You’ve been here for a month now and you do nothing but stay home.” Jungkook continues. He comes even closer and now, he’s directly between your legs. “You allow your mother to speak for you constantly. Even as an adult, you listen to her commands.”

You’re taken aback. Was Jungkook…reading you? He had met you a month ago at dinner and since then, had clocked everything that has happened in your life - and he kept it to himself until now.

“You’re a good girl that does what she’s told.”

Your eyes stare into Jungkook’s, neither eyes blinking. His words replay in your mind nonstop.

“Cat’s got your tongue?” Jungkook tilts his head to the side. “Or do you need permission to speak?”

“Excuse me?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond to your question.

“It’s easy for you to say.” you quip. “Your father lets you do whatever you want.”

Jungkook furrows a brow.

“You don’t have expectations to live up to.” you continue.

“Good girls talking back now.” Jungkook’s lips twitch in amusement. “Have you ever done anything she didn’t like?”

You don’t respond but instead ponder on his question. 

No, you haven’t. Your mother was strict when it came to her rules and you’ve done your best to always obey them.

“That’s a no.” Jungkook snorts. “There’s a party tonight.”

You raise your brows at his words.

“At a college that a friend of mine attends. You should come.”

You have never been to a party like that. You’ve gone to birthday celebrations and business gatherings with your mother - to mingle, she says - but never to a college party. 

Jungkook watches your face twist and contort in confusion. You were struggling and now he understands this is probably your first real party - not something your mother would be there for. 

“Or do you need mother’s permission?” Jungkook teases.

You gulp, feeling your cheeks redden. He was teasing you and you didn’t like it.

“I don’t…have a way there.” you attempted to turn down his invitation. 

“You can come with me.” Jungkook shrugs. “I want to introduce you to a few friends.”

Seems like you need them, Jungkook wants to say, but he keeps it to himself. He never met anyone so sheltered before. Sure, he heard a mouth full from his father that he needed to become more “brotherly” towards you, but that didn’t mean his intentions were counterfeit. 

“Would there be…” your words trail off and Jungkook waits for you to continue. “...drugs?”

Jungkook is silent at your question, but at your serious face and large curious eyes, he cackles.

“W-what’s funny?”

“You watch too much TV.” Jungkook laughs. “I don’t take drugs…but if you-”

“No!” you hiss with a head shake. “I don’t-”

“Relax.” Jungkook places his hands on your thighs - you're soft, he notes, bare thighs sitting against the counter. “No drugs. Alcohol and weed, yes. But there's water and other refreshments.”

You nod your head. You were skeptical of agreeing to this party. You and his friends had to be different and you were more than positive that Jungkook pitied you more than anything. But, this would possibly be your chance at a real college party. With drunk party goers and dancing with loud music - maybe even the police would come and shut it down because of how intense it would be. 

“No.” your mother scoffs and walks around you. “We don’t do college parties.” she shakes her head once more. “How would that benefit you?”

You had gained enough courage to ask your mother for permission to go to a party. Jungkook had insisted that you didn’t need to because, of course, you were an adult. However, you had never gone against your mother before and there couldn’t be a reason for you to suddenly start now.

“Exactly.” your mother quips. “Instead of a party, why don’t you mingle with someone that can elevate you?”

You gulp at her words. 

Your mother doesn’t dwell on the question and you don’t bother to answer. Nor do you bother to dwell on the party. You ate dinner alone in the large kitchen, not bothering to occupy the dining room. 

You decided on a late night shower to hole up in your own misery.  You should have listened to Jungkook when he stated that you didn’t need your mothers permission, but going against her terrified you. It peaked your anxiety that there would be a chance that you’d disappoint her.

A knock sounds at your door when you turn off the shower faucet. You wrap a robe around your body and go to answer it, and Jungkook is standing behind it. His arms are crossed and he offers a slight smirk when you open the door. He’s sporting a dark shirt with a matching dark leather jacket. His jeans are light washes with rips at the knees with a pair of compact boots - you ponder if they’re the same one or a different pair.

“I’m glad you’re getting ready.”

You release a shaky breath.

Jungkook frowns. “Oh.” he hums. “Mother dearest said no.”

There’s a tone in Jungkook’s voice, you note. A teasing tone, a “I told you so” tone.

“I’m saddened, Good Girl.” Jungkook places a hand above his heart. “I told my friends that my step-sister will be making an appearance.”

You feel small beneath his gaze. Your hair is wet and droplets of water are dripping down onto the robe and onto the floor.

“I-I…I’m sorry.” you apologize, having nothing else to say.

Jungkook licks his lips. “Don’t be.” he assures. “There’ll be more parties. This one was going to be at one of my friends' homes. Taehyung is his name.” Jungkook uncrosses his arms. “Well, goodbye Good Girl. I’m having the drivers take me now.”

Jungkook turns away from your door and you call after him. “You don’t drive?”

“Of course I do.” Jungkook calls back, not bothering to turn around. “But I don’t drink and drive, Good Girl.”

Jungkook’s words replay in your mind. He told his friends about you - that you’d be coming. You were amazed that you truly wanted to go to this party and see how people your age were. You didn’t have many friends, mainly acquaintances that your mother deemed “profitable”. You only ever had one boyfriend who, again, was chosen by your mother and that ended horribly. 

You dry your hair and add a product, a leave-in conditioner so your hair wouldn’t become frizzy. You take a deep breath while adding lotion to your exposed skin while watching your reflection.

An hour had since gone past and you were tip-toeing outside of your room and outside of the estate. It was quiet and the sky was dark and starless. Your feet dragged you outside the estate and towards the large gates.

You knock on the large SVU window, the tints made it hard for you to look inside.

The window rolls down and an older man sits behind the wheel. He furrows a brow at you.

“Can you take me to…Taehyung’s house?” you ask, unsure how to ask the question without becoming more confused. “Where Jungkook is.”

“Get in.” the man nods his head and unlocks the door. You quickly got into the backseat and put your seatbelt on. Your heart is racing and your eyes watch the estate as if your mother would be coming out any moment.

You never snuck out of your home before. There wasn’t a reason to, not until now. 

You were a young adult and cannot say you’ve gone to a party or had a taste of alcohol. Your mother assured you that you always appeared on guard, that someone was always watching even when you assumed they weren’t.

The drive pulls up to a large estate and now you feel even more out of place than before. Loud music is playing and hundreds of people are outside of the estate.

You thanked the driver and made your way towards the estate. You stood out like a sore thumb - you wore a loose fitted button up shirt and a skirt that stopped a few inches before your knees. The party goers dressed more scandalous than you and there was evidence of drinking. The girls swayed with the music while the men stood close behind them.

Your eyes trailed around for a familiar face - Jungkook didn’t appear to be anywhere. 

You were just glad to be here, even after 30 minutes of not finding Jungkook. You held your cup of juice close to you and lightly nodded your head to the music. 

“Good girl.”

Jungkook catches you from up the stairs. He was tipsy when he caught your figure - the only person dressed as if she was going to the library. He had left a drunk Jimin nodding off against the wall to make his way towards you.

“Jungkook!” you exclaim, a sigh of relief releasing for your lips. “I…I made it.”

Jungkook snorts. “You did. Mother dearest decided to let you leave?”

You shake your head. You lift your head higher. “I snuck out.” you murmur, a sense of pride.

Jungkook fights back his laughter. He doesn’t want you to think he is laughing at you, because he’s not. Or he doesn’t want to, at least. But sneaking out to go to a party as a young adult appears completely childish. But here you stand, eyes shining with such mischief and delight that Jungkook couldn’t help but feel your excitement.

“What are you drinking?”

“Apple juice.” you raise the cup slightly. “I never had alcohol.”

“Never?” Jungkook raises a brow and whistles lowly. “You’re actually a good girl.”

It doesn’t take long for you to be drunk. Five shots to be exact. You were introduced to Jungkook’s friends, the majority of them already drunk and overly friendly. They were kind to you, speaking with you as if they’ve known you just as long as they’ve known Jungkook.

Jungkook doesn’t hide his laughter when it comes to you any longer. You’re loud - louder than he’s ever seen you be in the last month - and you appear happy. You let loose, no longer uptight and constantly checking to see if your mother is around the corner to scold you.

Ji-ah, a friend of Jungkook’s, wraps a hand around your wrist once she see’s you stumbling off. She’s tall with a slender build. Her hair is long and dyed a rose-gold color and you envied how confident she was upon meeting her.

“Where are you heading?” she asks. She’s drunk, but has enough liquor throughout the years to know how to function just fine.

“I have…to pee.” you sigh out and Ji-ah laughs.  

“Follow me.” Ji-ah keeps your wrist in a firm hold. “I’ll transport you there safely.”

Ji-ah speaks as you’re peeing, her face in the mirror to check her makeup all the while you’re a few feet away. You met her tonight, as well, but she was comfortable enough to accompany you inside the large bathroom. She talks to you; so fast that you miss a few words - or sentences. But you’re just glad that you had to experience your first college party.

You’re washing your hands when Ji-ah asks you. “What do you think of Jungkook?”

Your mind is blurry and appearing to be in slow motion, yet fast paced. 

“He’s cool.” you murmur to her, shaking your wet hands. “Hot.”

Your eyes widen dramatically at your words and at this, Ji-ah cackles. She’s seated on the bathroom counter and hops off of it to stand besides you.

“I won’t tell.” she winks and lifts her index finger to her lips. “Jungkook calls you good girl. Are you a virgin?”

Your cheeks redden but you shake your head.

“Ah,” Ji-ah moans. “You slut!”

You’re taken aback by her tone. Once more, Ji-ah cackles. “I’m just kidding.” she assures. “You reach slut status when you’re on my level.”

You blink a few times. “What’s slut status?”

“Depends.” Ji-ah responds. “What have you done sexually?”

You feel like you’re under a microscope at Ji-ah’s intense stare. “Okay. How about this,” Ji-ah leans against the counter. “I’ll ask yes or no questions.”

You nod.

You haven’t done a lot, Ji-ah notes, and she’s astonished that she’s met someone that hasn’t. She notes that you had a boyfriend who you lost your virginity to back in high school, but the things you’ve done with him were limited.

“So you went down on him but he didn’t do the same?” Ji-ah hisses with a head shake. “This is why I’m a lesbian now.”

 Ji-ah had heard you speak of your past sexual adventures and needless to say, there wasn’t any adventure. Or excitement.

“You need to live a little.” Ji-ah exclaims. “Luckily for you, you and I are going to be best friends.”

Your eyes widen at her words. You never had a best friend, as sad as it was.

“And I can teach you the in’s and out’s of sex.” Ji-ah places both hands on your shoulders. 

Jungkook opened every door in sight, not bothering to apologize if someone was behind it enjoying their privacy. You were gone and he had not seen you for close to an hour. You were obviously drunk - and already being an inexperienced, shy and naive person, you were bound to be taken advantage of. You were exposed to this world and if anything happened to you, he’d be ridden with guilt.

Jungkook pushes open another door and sighs in relief before knitting his brows. 

Ji-ah and you were both seated on the floor of the large bathroom, lips placed upon one another.

“Are you two making out?” Jungkook asks, genuinely questioning. He didn’t know you were into women, yet Ji-ah also had a habit of having women in her grasp that never went that way.

You turn several shades of red and Ji-ah only giggles. 

“I was teaching Y/N how to kiss.” Ji-ah declares. “Can you believe such a hot piece of ass has never had a good sexual experience?”

“J-Ji-ah!” you hiss. You were already embarrassed upon having Jungkook find you in such a position. You were positive that he thought you were nothing but a loser that hasn’t experienced the basic life like they had.

Jungkook flickers his eyes between you and Ji-ah. He was glad you’re okay and not (seemingly) taken advantage of. You were safe with Ji-ah and now he and you could go home before your mother found out. 

“Good girl.” Jungkook places a hand for you to take. “Let’s go home before mother dearest comes searching for you.”

Ji-ah frowns. 

“You have hundreds of girls here to kiss, Ji.” Jungkook rolls his eyes once he helps you up from the bathroom floor. 

“I was just helping out your sister.” Ji-ah scoffs. “You men could never satisfy a woman like a woman can.”

You wish Ji-ah would shut up. Jungkook didn’t need to know anything else about your sex life - or lack of.

Jungkook snickers at Ji-ah, but he turns and takes a step out the door. “Step-sister.” was all he responded to her.

You and Jungkook stumble through the door. Your mother was asleep still and that was good - not like she would have noticed. She occupied the opposite end of the estate and you and she didn’t speak unless it was necessary. Still, your anxiety of her finding out lingered on your sober mind and only when you began to drink was when you felt safe.

Jungkook opens up the freezer and takes out a large tub of ice cream. He grasps two spoons from the cupboard and makes his way towards you. Opening it, he doesn’t hesitate in digging his spoon in and downing it.

“Did you have fun?” Jungkook asks after the third scoff of ice-cream. 

You nod your head, humming when the cold sweet reaches your throat. “It was so much fun. I don’t really remember it all.” you scoff. It hasn’t even been a day yet and your mind is already hazy.

Jungkook chuckles. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and Ji-ah and her words. You didn’t look like the type to have sexual adventures - not like Ji-ah at least. But now he finds himself wondering what you did experience - he cannot imagine seeing you in such a way. You, a shy girl who blushes at everything and has to ask mother dearest for permission for nearly everything.

“What would mother dearest think if she found out you snuck out?”

“She’d kill me.” you respond without missing a beat. Of course not literally, but her wrath would be insane. It would bring out her disappointment in you and that’s not what you desired to experience.

“I see.” Jungkook places the spoon of ice cream in his mouth and swallows. “What if I told her?”

You freeze in your spot, eyes slowly lifting to Jungkook.

Your breath hitches.

“What?” you murmur.

“What if I told her you snuck out and got drunk?” Jungkook questions, voice deep and serious. You feel your heart beat outside your chest. 

“Why would you?”

You were beginning to think that Jungkook and you could form a friendship. That the two of you could be close as he and his friends were, that maybe even his friends would soon be yours.

But that’s not what Jungkook wanted - that was never his intention.

Was his intentions were to trick you into sneaking out so he could blackmail you? To publicly embarrass you to your mother to see what she would do to you.

“I won’t tell your mother. But you’d be indebted to me.” Jungkook eats the sweet without hesitation. “And all debts must be paid in full.” says Jungkook with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He wouldn't tell your mother of you going against her wishes and sneaking out if you allowed him to have you the way he desired.

Of course, Jungkook wasn’t an asshole. He wouldn’t take advantage of you in the slightest - but he wanted you to live. He wanted to see the same woman he saw last night; the woman who laughed and danced without looking over her shoulders.

Jungkook also had no plans on telling your mother anything, but in order to see the you he saw a few hours prior, he would hold this “debt” over your head.

You inhale, dropping your spoon. Was Jungkook blackmailing you?

“I-I-”

”I want you to have fun and be a normal young adult. Come to more parties with me. Hang out with my friends and I. Stand up to mother dearest.” Jungkook explains. He didn’t need you thinking he wanted you to offer yourself to him in exchange for loyalty. “Live your own life the way you want to and not the way she does.”

You cross your arms, ears ringing as they replayed his words over and over again. 

You enjoyed your time at the party. Jungkook’s friends were good people and Ji-ah appeared genuine and true to herself. For the first time, you felt content with going somewhere not having to mingle and social climb - to just be yourself and have fun.

“What do you say, good girl?” Jungkook raises a brow. “I know you had fun tonight. There’s always something to do.”

You slowly exhaled the breath you were holding. Jungkook’s words were convincing and he didn’t seem to be a bad person.

You nod your head in agreement and it causes Jungkook to smile. He nods his head. “Good. Starting first thing tomorrow.” he drops his spoon and claps his hand. “You should drink some water and get some rest. You might have a hang-over tomorrow.”

A hangover was correct. You woke up with your head pounding. Details of the night before replay in your head - the little you remembered. You decided that a hot shower would have to do the trick before you swallowed any medication. You were a mess, dried up saliva on your cheeks and your eyes were puffy. Your hair was a mess, appearing more like a bird's nest than anything.

The water was hot against your skin and it was exactly what you needed. Steam surrounds the bathroom and you begin to hum low to yourself as you lather your skin with body wash.

“Good girl.”

You yelp loudly at the words. Your eyes open to find Jungkook outside the shower - a standing shower with see-through doors. You go to hide your body, but there isn’t much to hide without a towel or curtain.

Jungkook is shirtless, arms crossed over his bare chest as his eyes rake your body.

“J-J-”

Jungkook makes his way closer to you and you feel yourself ready to die. He opens the door to the shower and pushes himself inside. He takes off the sweats he wore along with his underwear and throws them aside.

You push yourself away from him, your back hitting the cold stonewall of the shower. 

“You’re such a beautiful, good girl.” Jungkook’s words murmur. He comes closer, his body getting just as wet as yours. “Such an innocent girl. Tell me, are Ji-ah’s words true?”

Jungkook’s hands reach out to you. He places both of them onto your shoulders, his chest against yours. He’s close, so close that you could feel the vibrations of his chest inhaling and exhaling. 

“I…” your throat tightens at the closeness.

“Have you ever had an orgasm, good girl?” Jungkook asks you. “Has a man ever made you cum so hard you screamed and begged them to stop?”

Jungkook’s words are dirty. You feel hot being so close to the naked man. Jungkook’s hands begin to travel down, engulfing your bare breast. His thumbs play with your nipples as his palms grope them.

“Such lovely nipples.” Jungkook hums. “You have such a slutty body. Good girls like you always have the sluttiest bodies.”

Jungkook brings a nipple into his mouth and sucks. You moan out, the feeling of his teeth tugging at your nipple sends shockwaves through your body.

Jungkook is moaning now. His left hand lowers to between your legs, feeling your throbbing clit. He rubs at it at an alarming pace, but you don’t tell him to stop. You never felt a sensation like this before, you swear you can explode.

“Good girl.” Jungkook hisses, his fingers rubbing your clit harder. “My good girl. Say it.”

“Your good girl.” you moan out, eyes snapping close at the feeling. 

“Good girl.”

Good girl.

Good girl.

“Good girl!”

You snap your eyes open, jolting out of your slumber.

Jungkook’s eyes are wider at the sudden outburst.

Your throat is dry, your head is pounding and you feel a sticky feeling between your legs.

Jungkook is holding a glass of water in his hands and a bottle of medication in another. He places them down on your nightstand. 

“I tried knocking to wake you.” Jungkook says. “But you weren’t awake. You were tossing and turning when I walked in.”

You cough. 

DId Jungkook hear you and your wet dream of him?

You felt sick to your stomach. You were a slut - an idiot slut to have such a dream of a man you barely know. Your soon to be step-brother at that. 

“Thank you.” you murmur quietly to Jungkook. You take the water in your hands, trembling with nervousness.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook questions. “Did you have a bad dream?”

You wanted to laugh. Your dream was a bad one - as bad as a wet dream can be.

“Something like that.” you say after you take the pills. “I feel like I've been ran over by a truck.”

Jungkook chuckles. “Hangovers are always like that.” he places a hand on your forehead and you freeze. “Breakfast should cure your hangover. Ji-ah is coming over, too.”

Ji-ah. You remember the tall beauty of a friend Jungkook had.

“Maybe you and her can make out again.” Jungkook teases.

You widen your eyes in horror.

“Kidding!” Jungkook laughs, eyes squinting as he does so. “I’ll let you freshen up for breakfast.”

Jungkook makes his way out of your bedroom, but he stops at the doorway. “You sure you’re okay, good girl?” he asks you. 

You nod your head, trying to smile for reassurance but you’re sure it came out more of a grimace. 

Jungkook nods his head back at you before walking out of your room and closing the door behind him. He would pretend - for your sake - to not know that you were moaning in your sleep, calling yourself his good girl.

Ji-ah lifts up a shirt to show you. “This is cute.” she says and you nod.

Two months had passed since your mother and you had moved in with Joon-sik and Jungkook. You had come out of your shell more when it came to Jook-sik. He was different from your mother’s last partners. He engaged more in your and Jungkook’s lives. He assured that there was a family dinner at least once a week where he’d often asked questions.

Ji-ah and you had become closer and you saw her nearly everyday after meeting her at the party. She would come over most nights and the two of you would talk and laugh for hours until Jungkook would infiltrate the scene.

Jungkook and you had also become close as friends. Most mornings you would come out of your room and stroll down the hall to find Jungkook cooking in the large kitchen. He would have two plates - sometimes more if his friends would be attending - set down on the island. If you weren’t eating dinner with your parents, he would bring in take-out and the pair of you would binge watch whatever tv show was on.

You tried to keep your mind at bay when it came to Jungkook. You couldn’t control your dreams, and the wet dream you had two months prior wasn’t the only one. It disgusts you each time you wake up sweating with the familiar wetness between your legs. Jungkook was attractive, of course, and that frightens you. There were too many times in which Jungkook would walk around without a shirt and it takes everything in you to not stare too long.

“Hello, earth to Y/N.” Ji-ah waves a hand in front of your face. “You’re spacing out.”

You blink a few times. Ji-ah has a handful of clothes in her arms - dresses, shirts with graphic designs and some crop tops and even the shortest shorts and skirts you’ve ever seen.

“Try these on.” Ji-ah pushes the clothing into your arms. 

“I thought these were for you?” you exclaim. 

Ji-ah shrugs. “We need to change up your wardrobe, Y/N. You promised.”

You sigh. You did promise that Ji-ah could add a few pieces to your wardrobe, but the amount of clothes she threw into your arms were more than a few pieces.

You and Ji-ah are the only two in the dressing room. You try on a few pieces, all in which Ji-ah forced you to do a walk and turn so she could see it fully. 

You were growing exhausted after 30 minutes of trying clothes on. You took a seat inside the dressing room to take a quick break.

Jungkook takes a seat besides Ji-ah who’s gently tapping her foot waiting for you to come out. 

“Jimin went to grab our tickets.” Jungkook says. “Are you two still shopping?”

Ji-ah nods. Her stomach churns and she stops tapping her foot to rub her stomach. “Shopping always makes me hungry.”

Jungkook snorts. “Tae’s at the food court. If you go now you’ll make it before he leaves the line.”

Ji-ah's eyes widen and within seconds she’s strutting out of the fitting room and out of the clothing store.

The door opens and Jungkook's eyes trail up to greet you. 

“I think this skirt is too short.”

Jungkook hums, you have not noticed him yet. Your eyes were in the mirror. You wore a skirt - a short fitted skirt that hugs your body. Your shirt was just as tight fitted with a deep v-neck cut.

“What do you think about-”

You turn and freeze seeing Jungkook behind you where Ji-ah should be.

“I think it’s nice.” Jungkook responds. “Are you getting it?”

You feel small under Jungkook’s gaze. 

“I-I’m not sure.” you respond. “It’s too…”

“Tight?” Jungkook snorts. “Mother dearest wouldn’t approve. More reason to get it.”

Jungkook stands from the chair in the fitted room. 

“I don’t think I have anywhere to wear the clothes Ji-ah gave me to try on.” you admit with a short laugh.

Jungkook tilts his head. “I wasn’t going to go,” he begins. “But there’s a group performing at a club. You can wear it there.”

You widen your eyes slightly. “I never-”

“Been to a club.” Jungkook finishes your sentence. “Good girls don’t go to clubs.” he teases. 

You rolled your eyes but you were offended. 

“I guess I can go.” you say. “Are you sure it isn’t…to much?”

You didn’t want to be an odd one out. You weren’t one to show the amount of skin, and though your mind told you that you looked hot, you still felt conscious. 

You turn to look back into the mirror.

“You women do that a lot. You over analyze everything until you no longer think you look good.”

Jungkook is behind you now. Your eyes connect with his in the mirror.

“Do you think you look good?” Jungkook questions.

You nod slightly. 

“Say it.” Jungkook quips. “Gain that confidence. Say “I look good.”

“I look good.” you repeat robotically and Jungkook shakes his head. 

“Say it like you mean it!”

“I look good.” you repeat, a little louder. 

“Good. How good do you look?”

You inhale deeply before exhaling. 

“I look…”

Jungkook waits for your response. 

“...hot?”

“Is that a question?”

“I look hot!”

You do, Jungkook notes, but he doesn’t want to have his eyes linger on your breast in the reflection.

Jungkook's lips twitch in amusement. “That’s it.” he nods. “That’s my good girl.”

Those words cause you to freeze once more. Your eyes connect to Jungkook’s through the mirror. He doesn’t speak, and neither do you, but the both of you know the power of his words.

You gulp, flashbacks of the wet dream of you and Jungkook in the shower.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench at his words, but he’s unsure what he’s doing. He didn't forget you the following morning when he came into your room. You were a moaning mess, hair disheveled and voice low and raspy. “I’m your good girl.” replays in his mind over and over again that day - so much so that he had to pump his cock in the shower to just get his cock to deflate.

Ji-ah enters the fitting room loudly, munching on a large pretzel.

Jungkook and you push away from one another.

Ji-ah watches with a raised brow as neither of you say anything. You enter the fitting room and Jungkook excuses himself.

Ji-ah’s mind wanders and slowly, a smirk forms onto her lips, ideas flashing into her mind.

Jungkook downs the shot effortlessly, eyes wandering to the club entrance. You and Ji-ah had yet to arrive and the majority of the group was already tipsy. The music is loud and the lights are flashing non-stop. He sits at the bar with Namjoon and Hoseok, both men chatting amongst the group.

“Waiting for someone?”

The voice belongs to Taehyung that is shouting over the loud music. He leans against the bar, eyes following Jungkook’s line of vision. “Maybe that sister of yours?”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Step-sister.”

Taehyung scoffs. “You say that a lot.” he notes. “Would it be weird if you did call her your sister?”

Yes, it would be-  because Jungkook doesn’t constantly think about any of his family members like he does with you. You being his sister would mean he couldn’t jack off to the thought of you calling yourself his good girl anymore - no matter how creepy it sounded; because technically, you were asleep. His eyes couldn’t linger on the way you’d lick your lips or the slight way your breast would bounce when you’d laugh.

Damn, Jungkook was a creep. But it was only justified (slightly) because he doesn't consider you his sister.

“I met her three months ago.” Jungkook shrugs. 

“True. But Y/N is always around.” Taehyung adds. “You two hit it off quickly.”

Jungkook agrees. You were slowly coming out of your shell and made friends with his friends. Ji-ah and you were growing closer by the day and he was thankful that you didn’t shut down completely with her outgoing personality. 

But, that’s all you and Jungkook could be - friends. He couldn’t allow his desires and intrusive thoughts to take advantage of your shyness and naivety. 

“So you don’t think of her as a sister?” Taehyung leans closer to Jungkook. “So it would be okay for me to…dance with her?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond for a moment. His eyes glance at Taehyung's face that’s illuminating in the light. His eyebrows are raised, waiting for an answer.

Jungkook lowly hums to himself. Was Taehyung interested in you? Were you interested in Taehyung? Did Taehyung ever make advances on you before?

“Are you asking for my permission?” Jungkook questions. “Y/N is her own person.”

Taehyung nods. “She is. But she is also someone who you introduced to us in the guise of her being your sister.”

“Step-sister.” Jungkook murmurs.

“Yes.” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “So as your friend and she as your step-sister. Would you be alright if I danced with her?”

Jungkook wanted to say no. That you were far too innocent for the likes of a Taehyung - someone who had girls in his bedroom nearly every night and never settled for a relationship. But that would make him a hypocrite. He also brought home women from time to time and rarely thought of seeing any of them as more than a simple fuck.

“Do as you please.” Jungkook shrugs and Taehyung offers him a boxy smile.

“I’m going to talk to her now.” Taehyung points towards the door and Jungkook's throat tightens. He instantly regrets his decision to be nonchalant.

Ji-ah and you had just gotten through the door. You sported a short tight dress, stropping at your thighs. It was black as were the heels you were wearing that tied perfectly up your calf. Your hair was in a ponytail, brushed back so smooth that no flyaway would be present.

Jungkook feels his heart tighten when your eyes catch him and soon you’re strutting over to him.

You don’t make it. Taehyung has gotten to you first.

“What do you think?”

“Huh?”

Ji-ah has taken a seat beside Jungkook and had been for the last ten minutes. She watched as Jungkook seethed as he stared at a laughing Taehyung who tried to get you to dance with him.

“Does she look hot?” Ji-ah wiggles her eyebrows. “Took me almost an hour to get her into that dress.”

Jungkook looks away from you. “Good. I guess.”

Ji-ah sighs. “It’s okay to admit you’re attracted to her.”

Jungkook’s head snaps to Ji-ah. “Who-”

“I’m not an idiot.” Ji-ah interrupts with a wave of her hand. “The sexual tension between the two of you are killing me. I say fuck and get it over with.”

Ji-ah was always blunt.

“You’re insane.” Jungkook hisses.

“You’re insane for letting Taehyung beat you to it.” Ji-ah retorts. “But what do I know?”

Jungkook bites his lip. What did Ji-ah know? You surely talked to her about your former sex life. Have you talked to her about him? Did you have the same intrusive thoughts as he did?

“What do you know?” Jungkook caves and Ji-ah smirks. 

“I know enough.” Ji-ah shrugs.

Jungkook seethes. 

“I know our little good girl thinks you’re hot.”

Jungkooks eyes widened.

“But she’s far too afraid to act on her attraction.” Ji-ah groans. “I’m sure she thinks it’s taboo.”

Jungkook swallows. You thought he was hot - that was a start. 

“That’s all you’re getting from me. Girl code.” Ji-ah stands from her bar stool. “Jimin and Taehyung are coming. Jimin’s fucked. I’m not going to be on babysitting duty.”

Jungkook groans as a drunk Jimin sits beside him, slurring his words. 

“It’s my turn, isn’t it?” Taehyung questions, a look of sorrow on his face. Taehyung was put to be the “sober” one of the group tonight. Jimin was already drunk and Hoseok was close behind him. “I’m taking him home and coming back.” he curses beneath his breath at his unlucky night.

But for Jungkook, this was his lucky night. Taehyung was gone and now you wouldn’t be another one of the women who he brought into his bedroom.

“Good girl.” your ears catch the voice instantly, even with the loud music. “I’m glad to see you’ve made it.”

Jungkook is behind you when you turn. You smile and nod your head. “Where has everyone gone?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Jimin is done for the night and Hoseok is on his way there.” he snorts. “Ji-ah is probably looking for someone to makeout with as we speak.”

Jungkook comes closer to wrap and arm around your shoulders. “Shot?”

Ji-ah claps her hands together, Taehyung and Jimin huddled in the corner with her. “Okay, the first part of the plan is in motion.”

Jimin nods as does Taehyung. 

“I’m not really sure what the plan is.” Jimin adds. All he recalls is Ji-ah texting him to act drunk and he’s done that part thus far.

“Ugh, you didn’t fill him in?!” Ji-ah snaps at Taehyung.

“I thought you were doing that!” Taehyung snaps back. “This was your plan after all.”

Ji-ah sighs in frustration. It was her plan - to get you and Jungkook to hook up. If anything else blossomed after that - like a relationship or even a “friends with benefit” (or step-siblings with benefits) - then it’d be a win-win for the both of you. Jungkook was attracted to you, even if he would never admit it aloud. You had already admitted your attraction towards Jungkook, but your shyness and obliviousness would get you nowhere without her help.

“She’s trying to get Kook and Y/N to fuck.” Taehyung explains vulgarly. Jimin widens his eyes. “Oh.” he hums. “Is that why he was giving you death eyes earlier?”

Taehyung nods with a cackle.

“Idiots to lovers.” Ji-ah shrugs her shoulders. “They’ll never get there without my help, of course.”

“Are you sure we’re not just interfering?” Jimin questions. “I mean, they are step-siblings who have to see their parents in a relationship.”

Ji-ah shrugs. “They aren’t related nor were they raised together as brother and sister. I say they fuck and get it out of their systems.”

Jimin nods in agreement.

“What’s the other part of the plan?” 

Plan B - get both parties tipsy - not drunk. You were looser when you had a little bit of alcohol in you. You danced freely like no one was watching and you were more social. Jungkook was already there but you needed to match his cool.

Ji-ah poured you two shots after shots until she noticed your flushed cheeks and uncontrollable laughter. That was her cue to disappear again into the corner of the room with Taehyung and Jimin. 

“I think Hobi and Joon are actually drunk.” Jimin notes, eyes flickering to the dance floor where both men were dancing - Namjoon appearing more disorientated.

“Shit.” Taehyung hisses. “I’m on sober duty.”

“Plan B is in fruition!” Ji-ah cheers. “We can leave them be. If anything happens tonight I can pry it out of Y/N tomorrow.”

“So that’s it?” Jimin ponders aloud. 

“Yes. We let them do them for now.” Ji-ah takes her phone out of her crossbody purse. “I’m telling them we’re leaving to take the drunklings home. The rest is up to them.”

“I hope they’ll be okay.” you say to Jungkook after receiving the message from Ji-ah.

“They do this all the time. Get drunk and act a fool.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “I’m sorry if this isn’t the night you expected.”

You shake your head. “I’m having fun!” you declare. Your eyes wander to the sea of people dancing without a care. 

“You should go dance.” Jungkook says. “No one is going to be watching you like your mind tells you.”

You don’t feel nervous as you once were. Your body is hot thanks to the alcohol in your system and your mind is repeating Jungkook’s words. 

“Dance with me.” you say, getting up from the stool and making your way towards the dance floor. 

Jungkook follows you. The flashing lights illuminate your skin and he finds it difficult to take his eyes away from you. The music is energetic and it’s easy for you to follow the floor of everyone else's dance moves. 

It was fun, you note, dancing with Jungkook. The both of you laughed as you nearly tripped on your heels and he had to catch you swiftly. You would take your hands in his and bring him closer, especially when the area became stuffed with even more people - all dancing carefree.

You’re close to Jungkook, so close that you can smell his cologne mixed with another smell.

“You smoke?” you shout at him and Jungkook nods hesitantly. 

Jungkook had smoked before he came alongside Taehyung. 

“Have you ever smoked?” Jungkook leans down to say into your ears, but he knows the answer. Mother dearest would never allow you to smoke.

You shake your head and suddenly, Jungkook’s mind wanders. “Do you want to try?”

You watch with curious eyes as Jungkook rolls the greenish purple substance onto the small paper. You and he sit on his bed as he does so. The club was long forgotten about and there wasn’t a need to stay when you were offered to smoke - it felt scandalous in a way.

Jungkook brings out a lighter and passes you what he had just rolled.  “You can try first.” he says, a hint of mischief in his voice.

You’re nervous, palms sweaty and heart pounding with excitement. Jungkook places the joint between your lips and lights it. “Inhale.”

You do as you’re told, and suddenly you’re a coughing mess.

Jungkook cackles. “First time is rough for everyone.” he assures.

Your throat burns and it’s difficult to stop yourself from coughing. Luckily, Jungkook was preparing for this. He recalls his first time smoking and how he was sure he was going to die. 

Jungkook hands you a water bottle that sat on his bedside table. You down the water hastily, moaning in satisfaction as it heals your throat.

“Better?”

You nod, but your throat burns still. But you’re glad Jungkook allows you to smoke with him. You watch as Jungkook smokes, inhaling the smoke and exhaling it with ease - no coughing or choking like you had. You wonder just how long he’s been smoking for but you don’t ask. 

“Want to try again?” Jungkook passes you the joint, raising his eyebrows. “This time try not to inhale so hard.”

You do as you’re told and you’re surprised to find that you do not end up coughing as hard as you had.

Jungkook and you take turns smoking until the joint is gone. You lay beside him on his bed, feeling euphoric and free. Your anxiety is long gone and you remain relaxed. This feeling was not the feeling you thought being high was like - and you were certain you’d want to feel this way again. 

The bed shifts and you’re finally remembering where you’re at. You turn on your side to face Jungkook, who had already turned to face you. 

Jungkook studies your face. Your eyes are slightly red and low. You look tired and ready to sleep at any moment but your eyes blink constantly to not do so. You were having fun - even if it was just relaxing and not doing anything in particular. 

“I’ll have to give you a new nickname.” Jungkook murmurs.  “I’ve corrupted your good girl image ever since we became friends.”

You giggle. “I can still be your good girl.” you say without a thought. It goes past you, but not Jungkook. 

“My good girl.” Jungkook hums. He likes how it sounds, but he’ll blame his intoxication for now. “Tell me…”

You feel a hand upon your cheek and your eyes open slightly wider. 

“Is what Ji-ah said true?”

You’re unsure which part Jungkook is speaking of. You’re said a lot to Ji-ah and only could imagine what she’s told him.

“That you’ve never had a good sexual experience?”

You mentally curse at Ji-ah. You almost forgot that she had told him at Taehyung’s party. 

You slowly nod your head. There wasn’t a point in denying it. It had to be obvious - hell you never touched a drink until recently. How would you know how to pleasure a man the correct way or had a great sexual experience?

Jungkook’s thumb traces the outline of your lips. He’s silent for a few moments, possibly pondering on his next statement. 

“Has anyone ever touched you?”

You release a shaky breath. You want to pinch yourself to see if this was another dream, but you’re positive that you have not fallen asleep.

You shake your head. 

Jungkook halts outlining your lips with his thumb.

“So you don’t know what cumming feels like.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Ashame.”

You and Jungkook are close - so close that you can hear him breathing. 

“Have you ever made someone cum?”

Jungkook likes you like this. You aren’t shying away from him in embarrassment.

“Of course.”

You lick your lips. You’re unsure where the two of you were going with this. This isn’t a conversation you should be having with him, but it’s as though you’re paralyzed.

“How’d you do it?”

Jungkook leans closer. “I could show you.”

You gasp lightly. The room is completely silent and still. Jungkook and you are even closer, nose touching as you and he speak. 

“Push me away.” Jungkook commands suddenly. “If you’re uncomfortable…push me away.”

Jungkook wasn’t sober, but he was coherent enough to know right from wrong. You were clearly under the influence more than him and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel as though he was taking advantage of you.

Your hand clenches Jungkook's shirt and you push your lips upon his. It causes Jungkook to flinch as if you burn him, but he doesn’t dwell on his shock. He deepens the kiss, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. He can taste a bit of alcohol on you, but he doesn’t mind. 

The kiss becomes hotter - more dominant. Your tongue dances along his and you can say you feel content. This feeling was euphoric and unreal - a feeling you never wish to end.

“Let me make you cum.” Jungkook heaves when the kiss is broken. His tone is needy - he was begging you. He wanted to feel you, to taste you. He desired to watch you cum undone because of him - for your first time.

“O-Okay.” you agree.

Jungkook and you continue to kiss. His hands trail lower and lower until they reach the hem of your dress. Your dress is already dangerously short so it doesn’t take him long to reach his hand upward inside your dress and feel the cotton underwear you wore.

“My good girl’s already wet.” Jungkook breaks the kiss to moan into your ear. Your underwear was soaked through and he hadn’t gotten the chance to touch you the way he wanted yet.

Jungkook rubs his fingers against your clothed clit. He needed you to be comfortable first.

You moan, buckling your hips against his fingers. You bite your lip just as Jungkook trails kisses along your neck. 

“I’m going to make you cum.” Jungkook nibbles into your neck, biting and sucking gently on the skin.

You feel Jungkook’s fingers dip into your underwear. He moans along with you when he touches your wet clit - how could you be this wet already? He shivers. The thought of you being this wet excites him. He ponders how it would feel if his cock rubbed against your bare pussy - how it’d feel if he fucked you into oblivion. 

Jungkook’s fingers stroked your clit. He was becoming rougher with how he handled you. His free hand yanks your dress down so that a breast could fly it. He catches a nipple into his mouth, suckling on it like a madman. He had a desire to do so since you strolled into the club with such slutty attire.

You arch your back at the sensation. Jungkook showed your nipple no mercy, nor did he show any to your clit. He rubbed at a ferocious pace and sucked and nibbled on your breast. The scene before you felt dirty and taboo - but you didn’t want him to stop. You had never felt so great in your life.

“I’m going to fuck my good girl with my fingers.” Jungkook grunts, fingers already dipping inside of you. “You’re so wet that they fall easily inside.”

Jungkook’s dirty words mixed with his deep voice is music to your ears.

Jungkook pumps his fingers inside of you. Your pussy squelches as he does so, but he doesn’t mind. The only thing on his mind right now is getting you to cum all over him.

“How does my good girl feel?” Jungkook asks in a low whisper.

“I…I feel good.” you moan out. Your stomach feels tight and you feel as if you’re about to explode. “I feel something coming.”

Jungkook chuckled darkly. “You’re about to cum.” he says to you. “Let go. Cum all over me, good girl.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. You’re breathing heavily and Jungkook shows no signs of stopping until you’re cumming.

You do, a gush of liquid squirting out and onto Jungkook’s wrist and bed. You’re jolting, cursing lowly under your breath all the while attempting to catch your breath. 

Jungkook revels in the sight of you squirting all over him. You were truly a beautiful sight - so innocent and new to this life. He wants to make you cum over and over again - but there will always be a next time.

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you and brings them into his mouth. He licks them and sighs, wishing he could sink his cock into you right now.

“Let’s go to sleep.” you hear Jungkook say. “My good girl looks tired after cumming so hard.” he teases but you don’t have it in you to deny the slumber that consumes you.

chapstick; j.jk

summary: jungkook had an undeniable fondness for your vanilla-flavored chapstick, so it came as a surprise to him when you decided to switch up the flavor one day. the unexpected change left him pleasantly taken aback.

pairings: boyfriend!jungkook x f!reader

genre/warnings: established relationship, kissing, a disgusting amount of fluff, a lil crack

wc: 1.5k

a/n: here’s some jk fluff until i find the motivation to write ur requests :p haven’t proof read!

you perched on a stool beside the kitchen island, propping one leg up on the seat and resting your chin on your knee. in an attempt to ease your anxiety, you absentmindedly chewed on a small plastic spoon—the kind typically used to serve ice cream samples. it had become a peculiar habit of yours, seeking solace in chewing on random objects.

with unwavering focus, your gaze remained fixed on the vibrant glow of your laptop screen. as you effortlessly typed away, your glasses perched slightly lower on the bridge of your nose, yet you paid no mind to readjusting them, fully immersed in your work.

the hushed echoes of soft footsteps resonated through the hallway, heralding jungkook's arrival in the kitchen. a gentle yawn escaped his lips, a telltale sign of him awakening from his midday nap. after his routine gym session, he often indulged in these power naps, finding solace and rejuvenation in their brief respite.

as you stole a brief glance at him, you couldn't help but find his tousled hair endearingly adorable as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. with deliberate and unhurried steps, he made his way towards you. a low, rumbling sound akin to a contented growl escaped him before he mumbled a sleepy "morning," despite the fact that it was well past 2 p.m.

a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you inquired, "slept well?" a gentle smile adorned your face as he leaned in to plant a tender peck on your temple, his arms enveloping you from behind, and his cheek resting against your shoulder. in response to your question, he emitted a contented purr, conveying his satisfaction.

as you directed your attention back to the screen, a gentle smile graced your lips while a melodic hum escaped in response to his presence. meanwhile, the plastic spoon in your mouth clinked against your teeth. time ticked by as he slouched against you before eventually straightening up, his tattooed hand tenderly ruffling his own hair. as he positioned himself beside you, he posed the question, "coffee?" to which you replied with a nonchalant, "i already had one."

a gentle, low hum resonated from his throat as his hand, previously occupied with ruffling his hair, extended gracefully to retrieve the small spoon from your mouth. in a tender exchange, he planted a sequence of brief, velvety kisses upon your lips, prompting a soft giggle to escape from you against his mouth. his lips curled into a smile in response.

with a subtle, sly grin playing on his lips, he pulled back, his eyes still partly closed in the lingering embrace of sleep. he ran his tongue over his lips, detecting an unfamiliar yet oddly sweet taste that enveloped his senses, causing a slight crease to form between his eyebrows in bewilderment. maintaining close proximity to your face, he gazed at you intently. "what?" you inquired, your voice tinged with a low, curious tone, accompanied by a raised eyebrow.

his gaze descended upon your lips, and with a swift motion, he kissed you once more, his lips meeting yours in a gentle embrace. this time, there was an added element of intimacy as his tongue lightly traced over your bottom lip, evoking a soft, surprised utterance of "mm" from you.

after a few fleeting seconds, he gradually pulled back, his gaze meeting your amused eyes. the faint furrow in his eyebrows lingered as he tilted his head to the side, his tongue tracing over his lips once more. "cherry?" he inquired, causing you to mirror the slight crease on his brows. however, a soft, laughter-tinged scoff escaped you as realization dawned. returning your attention to the laptop screen, you watched as he straightened up, shaking your head with a hint of amusement. "raspberry," you corrected, a playful lilt present in your voice.

a gentle hum escaped him as he leaned against the counter, propping himself up on his elbow, his fingers idly toying with the small spoon he still held. a soft pout graced his lips out of habit as he fixed his gaze upon you, fully engrossed in your work, observing your unwavering focus.

"that's new." his words escaped as a muttered observation, prompting a soft laugh to escape your lips. Intrigued, you ceased typing and leaned back against the stool, crossing your arms over your chest, meeting his gaze with playful curiosity. "do you not like it?" you questioned, feigning a hint of mock hurt as your eyebrows furrowed deeply, your voice carrying a tinge of playful theatrics.

a soft click of his tongue accompanied an amused laugh, laced with playful offense. he mirrored your posture, crossing his own arms against his chest in a charming display. "i never said that," he retorted, his words carrying a slight pout as he defended himself, provoking an amused, sly grin from you.

"that's certainly what you implied," you countered, playfully teasing him.

"if I did," he began, his voice trailing off as he casually discarded the little spoon into the trash. "would i do this?" without further hesitation, he swiftly leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender assault of soft kisses. his hands delicately cradled your cheeks, ensuring your unyielding presence in that moment. you playfully whined, your hands instinctively reaching to gently grasp his wrists as you emitted a soft laughter, intermingling with the exchange of affection against your lips.

"stop!" your voice pleaded, muffled against his persistent kisses. despite your plea, you could sense the curve of his lips forming into a smile, intermixed with soft giggles escaping from him. he pressed closer to you, firmly holding your lips against his, indulging in the moment a little longer than your lungs desired, before finally pulling back. the brief separation left you both breathless, yet utterly captivated.

a breathless laugh escapes him as he shielded himself with his arms, attempting to evade your playful smacks. With each successful strike, he exaggeratedly exhaled faux sounds of pain, adding a touch of dramatic flair to the moment.

after a playful exchange, he eventually seized both of your wrists, firmly yet gently, to halt your actions. bringing your arms behind his back, he drew you into a warm and affectionate embrace. he wrapped his own arms around you, one hand tenderly cradling the back of your head, urging you to bury your face against his neck.

"you're an annoying little rat." you playfully muttered against his neck, eliciting an amused laugh from him. "a rat?" he feigned offense, his voice carrying a slight, teasing high pitch as he struggled to contain the widening smile tugging at his lips while keeping you securely held against him.

"you just kissed a rat." he teased in response, playing along to taunt you further.

"the rat kissed me."

"you kissed back."

"did not."

he emitted a gentle giggle, the sound mingling with the strands of your hair as he tightened his embrace around you. in a playful retaliation, you teasingly sank your teeth into his neck, evoking a soft sound of pain from him. he instinctively pulled back, his eyes searching yours, only to find you grinning widely, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, as if reveling in your victorious prank.

"deserved."

"does raspberry flavored chapsticks come with an attitude?" he quipped sarcastically, causing a genuine gasp to escape your lips. you couldn't help but be amused, a laughter-tinged scoff escaping as your mouth remained slightly agape, caught between surprise and amusement.

"you're insufferable." you declared, narrowing your eyes in mock annoyance. with a huff, you turned your head away from him, crossing your arms against your chest, a subtle display of defiance. meanwhile, he couldn't help but wear a self-satisfied smirk, reveling in the mischievous banter between you.

"don't be such a baby," he teased, his voice laced with playful amusement. his arms skillfully encircled you from the side. with a mischievous intent, he maneuvered his face in front of yours, attempting to meet your gaze once more, but you averted your eyes, purposefully moving your gaze further away, adding an extra touch of coy resistance.

narrowing his eyes in mock annoyance, he swiftly retaliated by tickling you, catching you off guard. you flinched in surprise, a sound of startled amusement escaping your lips before you burst into frustrated bursts of laughter. despite your feeble attempts to push him away, you failed miserably, only fueling his amusement. he chuckled, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, barely containing the urge to laugh further at your delightful struggle.

"you're such a pain!" you exclaimed, delivering a light smack to his chest once he finally relented. your breaths were heavier than usual from the tickling, and he couldn't help but throw his head back in a fit of laughter. his arms instinctively clutched his stomach.

"we could've avoided all of this if you had just cooperated," he exclaimed, a mischievous smirk adorning his lips once his laughter subsided. his arms found you once again, this time lifting you effortlessly from the chair and throwing you over his shoulder. you let out a startled yelp, your eyes widening. "i believe it's time to teach my little cherry a lesson," he teased in a low, flirty tone, beginning to make his way towards the bedroom while you struggled.

"it's raspberry!" you protested with a mix of laughter and determination.

SPICY | JJK

PAIRING: Boxer Jungkook x Ballerina Reader

GENRE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BOXER AU, DANCE AU

SYNOPSIS:

Jeon Jungkook, the epitome of your parents' worst nightmare: buff, inked up, and rebellious. A random encounter at the beach brings you both together, and it feels like fate.

WARNINGS: long haired jk>, he drives a harley, cocky jk, shy but confrontational reader? Idk, gross petnames, talk about injury, reader has horrible parents

A/n: 54321go

"You're a ballerina, Y/n L/n," your mother's voice fills the halls with a mix of anger and determination, a slight frown on her face. "This is what you're meant to do. Performing is what you're good at, it's what you're supposed to do!" Her words pierce through the air, filled with her deep-rooted expectations. The disappointment in her eyes is obvious as she continues "College? Studying the law? That's nonsense, and you know it. You'll never make it."

You find yourself fighting with your emotions. The lump in your throat grows, threatening to choke back the tears that gathered in your eyes.

Why couldn't you just... run away?

You understood that your mother's intentions come from a place of love and concern, but you can't help but feel like she's disregarding your own dreams and ambitions. You want for her to see that there is a whole world beyond ballet, one where you can explore and pursue your dreams.

"You don't know that." You whisper softly, your voice barely audible, your fingers intertwine, nervously playing with one another. "Maybe I could..." you trail off, but your mother's impatience takes over.

"You will never be a lawyer! A doctor or a damn architect! It's not what I have planned for you!" she exclaims, frustration taking over her tone.

Her words are suffocating, leaving you feeling defeated. The weight of her expectations wears you down, crushing any glimpse of hope that you had previously.

You want to explore, see the unknown, and discover everything that was kept away from you for too long...

Freedom. You wanted freedom.

As you stand there, a vulnerable soul, you begin to realize its no use, arguing over the same topc for the hundred time wont make a difference.

You take a deep breath, gathering courage to look her into the eyes, a small tear leaving your eye as you do just that.

-

Living by the beach is a luxury that not everyone can afford, but fortunately, you only have to walk a few hundred meters to get there.

The beach is your favourite spot, and for good reason—the gentle breeze, the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore, and even the warm sand between your toes all gives you a feeling of happiness. You could spend hours walking along the shore, observing the ocean, and taking in the beauty of it all. You appreciate every moment you get to spend there.

As you sit on a rock by the water's edge, you watch with a soothing sigh as the sun, begins to almost drown in the ocean, painting the sky golden.

A small smile spreads across your face as you wonder what it would be like to just start new—moving to a new place, meeting new people, and discovering a new purpose.

Would this change make you happier? Would it solve your problems?

Or, were your parents right all along when they encouraged you to pursue ballet and stay within the safety of their home?

The water was calm, as usual when you came down here, giving you a peaceful backdrop that kept any intrusive thoughts at away.

Despite having a show scheduled for Saturday, you found yourself not practicing as you should be. Instead, you were here, stting by the beach, watching the sun go down towards the horizon.

It was a relaxing experience, really, and somehow, it felt rebellious, as if you were breaking away from your usual routine. Because you were.

You couldn't help but wonder if this is how people spent their free time and if this was what freedom really felt like.

A familiar tune played in your mind as you watched the waves crahs. It was a melody you had heard in one of Mrs. Chuu's classes.

Nearby, a small crab sat on a rock, capturing your attention. Watching it brought a peaceful smile to your fce.

You really found yourself lost in the nature. The sound of the melodies in your mind and the sounds of the ocean created a soothing symphony. The worries and distractions slowly fading faded away-

Startled by the sudden, loud roar of a motorcycle, your eyes snap open, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected sound.

"Who in their right mind drives a motorcycle by the beach?" you mutter to yourself, only knowing this scenario from the movies. Glancing around, your eyes search for the source of the noise, and they soon settle on a figure in the distance.

As the motorbike comes to a halt, he removes his helmet, revealing a mess of messy hair.

Completly, oblivious to the disruption he has caused, he proceeds to nonchalantly fix his long messy strands of hair.

You watch in little fascination, curiosity getting the better of you as you stay sat there instead of leaving.

Camouflaged by the floral pattern of your dress, you blend into the natural surroundings of the beach, becoming a sort of observer of the scene.

Takinv in the details of the man's appearance—the black leather attire, the tattoos peeking out from beneath his clothes.

There's rebelliousness to him, the opposite of the calm vibe of the beach.

His eyes scan the beach, unbeknownst to him, his presence has not gone unnoticed.

With a mix of interest and mild annoyance, you continue to watch his every move, a spectator in this situation.

Distracted by your own thoughts, you are jolted back to reality by a loud thud.

Startled, your eyes widen as you shift your gaze toward the stranger again. Frustration obvious as he throws his helmet onto the ground with a mix of anger and something else...

You instinctively draw your knees closer to your chest, maintaining a safe distance and with a cautios gaze, you continue to observe him.

In a quick moment, the man that—without hesitation flings some rocks forcefully into the water—makes you frown even more.

"The fish," you blurt out, unable to hold back your concern, before realizing the words have left your lips. Instantly, you bring a hand to cover your mouth, but it's too late—the stranger swiftly turns towards you, his attention captured in a mere heartbeat. Frustration adorns his features as he raises a brow, "What?"

Feeling a knot form in your throat, you gulp nervously, avoiding eye contact as much as possible as you gather the courage to voice your worry. "The fish... you know, you could've unintentionally harmed them with the size of those rocks you threw," you say, your voice laced with genuine concern for the poor little sea creatures underbthe water.

The stranger's eyebrow raises in disbelief, a hint of amusement coloring his expression as he lets out a dry, emotionless laugh, shaking his head annoyed. "Fuck the fish," he answers, his tone filled with annoyance.

"I don't care about some damn fish," he scoffs, as he throws yet another pair of rocks into the water.

With irritation in your eyes, you stand up and walk towards the stranger, grasping his wrist to halt his actions. "Stop it," you demand firmly.

"fuck's your problem, huh?" he spits, pure anger in his words. "Seems like everyone's got a damn problem with me today," he scoffs, his frustration irritating you.

Turning away from you, he sits on one of the larger rocks close, placing his head in his hands.

When be notices youre still there, he lets out an annoyed sigh and lifts his gaze. "What?" he asks, clearly annoyed, absentmindedly toying with his lip piercing, which had gone unnoticed by you up until now. It was pretty, you liked it.

His question catches you off guard, causing your gaze to drop to the ground as you toy with your dress.

"Can't even catch a break on this damn beach," he mutters, shaking his head turning back to his Harley, picking up his helmet from the sand.

Something comes over you, almost forcing you to stop him once again. "I'm here because I'm feeling down too," you explain, offering him a small smile.

"Who said I'm upset?" he retorts, rolling his eyes, but deep down, he knows you're right.

You open your mouth to speak stuttering a bit "I guess I just assumed. Unless you're always like this, then–" you begin, but he interrupts you, his words laced with sincerity. "I'm a fighter," he confesses, not sure of why he's suddenly being so...open. "I'm a boxer, and I just had a huge fight. I lost," he explains.

"What about you?" he asks, internally rolling his eyes. Why was he being... Nice?

"Huh?" you reply, still processing that the guy in front of you fights for a living. So much so for being careful with strangers.

"Why are you upset?" he continues, his gaze fixed on you. "Oh," you interject, a glimmer of sadness flickering across your face.

"I had an argument with my mom," you confess, your frown deepening.

The stranger chuckles softly, shaking his head. "How cute," he remarks, amusement in his voice. "Well, it was nice meeting you..." he trails off, looking at you with a raised brow. "Y/n," you respond, a warm smile gracing your lips.

"Jungkook," he introduces himself, the sound of his name rolling off his tongue like a melody you've never heard before.

Jungkook.

You repeat in your mind.

"What about you?" he asks, his curiosity strangely piqued by a girl who had just scolded him about fish.

You furrow your brow, puzzled by his sudden interest. "What do you mean?" you inquire.

"What do you do for a living? Work? College?" he asks, settling back down on the rock, not quite ready to head home just yet, maybe finding solace in the company of someone quite the opposite of himself.

"Oh, I'm a ballet dancer," you reveal with a radiant smile. "No job, no college, I do it professionally," you explain, your passion evident in your words. "Its not my dream job and actually the fight with my mom was about me wanting to go to college but...yeah" you stop yourself from speaking further.

He lets out a laugh, amused by the confession. "So, you're a rich kid, huh?" he teases, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk.

"Damn, a ballet dancer? I thought that dance went extinct in fuckin' 1980," he jokes, poking fun at the art form.

Your eyes raise as you counter his remark. "Actually, ballet is still a very modern art form," you correct him, crossing your arms pursing your lips. "And if I recall correctly, boxing isn't exactly the gentlest profession either," you retort, noticing his defensive stance, which you find oddly endearing.

You looked undeniably cute in that moment in his eyes.

"I can handle it," he scoffs, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Fighting is my thing. I don't remember ever doing anything else," he explains.

"Isn't it scary, though?" you ask, a hint of concern evident as you nibble on your lower lip. "To get punched in the face?" you add, actually curious.

Jungkook's smirk widens though, revealing a self-assured gleam in his eyes. "Do you see any bruises on my face?" he retorts, tilting his perfect face slightly.

As you shake your head, he continues with a smug smirk, "Exactly. I'm good at my shit, so no need to worry, sugar," he teases, the nickname rolling off his tongue effortlessly, causing a hot blush to spread across your cheeks.

"You–" you begin to speak, but your attention is suddenly diverted as you catch a glimpse of Jungkook's watch.

Panic washes over you as you realize the time, your face almost going white in horror. "Wait, what time is it?" you ask, panic evident in your voice. You know that if you're not back home by 10 PM, your parents will notice you sneaked out for sure.

"It's 9:40, why?" Jungkook asks, clearly confused by your sudden change in personality. Your eyes widen in alarm. "I have to get going, like now," you exclaim, frantically gathering your book and sketchbook that you had brought with you to the beach.

You quickly offer a polite bow. "It was nice meeting you, but I have to g—" you start to explain, but Jungkook interrupts you, not fazed by the urgency of the situation at all. "No worries, I'll take you home," he offers, holding his helmet toward you.

You stare at the helmet, momentarily taken aback. "On that thing?" you gasp, your eyes widening as you gaze at the scary looking Harley behind him.

Jungkook only nods, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Yeah," he replies confidently, "come on"

You shake your head vigorously, taking a step back, consistent in your decision. "No way," you say, fear evident in your voice.

"If I run, I can still make it in time–" you argue, but Jungkook rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your protest.

"Bullshit," he speaks dismissively, his eyes fixed on you. "Hop on, come on now, sugar. Don't want your parents to scold you, huh?" he teases, winking as he nods toward his bike.

A shiver runs down your spine as you stand frozen, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts–on one hand. The idea of hopping onto a stranger's motorcycle raises alarm bells and sparks scenarios of potential danger. On the other hand, there's an unexplainable trust you feel in Jungkook's presence, its like an intuition that he means no harm at all.

With a slightly annoyed sigh, Jungkook walks towards you, his steps quick and confident, and before you can react, he firmly grabs you by the hip, causing you to let out a surprised yelp.

Without any problem, he lifts you onto the back of the bike, a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through your whole body. The leather seat feels cold against your bare tighs as you cling tightly to Jungkook once he gets on as well, "put this on" he gives you his helmet for protection.

A smirk graces Jungkook's lips as he glances back at you. "You ready?" he teases, his eyes shimmering with excitement.

You shake your head in a mixture of nervousness and fear, but your reaction is cut short as the engine roars to life with a loud growl. Startled, you let out a spontaneous yell, your hands instinctively tightening around Jungkook's firm abs for stability. "Oh my god," you whisper breathlessly as the bike begins to move, leaning against him for support as the wind rushes past you way too fast.

As you near your home, realization hits you, and you tap Jungkook's shoulder gently, urging him to stop.

"We can't park in front of my home," you explain, your voice filled with concern. "My parents..." Your sentence trails off, the unspoken consequences making themselves obvious.

Jungkook chuckles, "Sure thing," he replies, voice laced with amusement. "Want to get off here, then?" he offers, glancing back at you.

You nod slowly, a mix of relief coursing through you as you prepare to get off slightly stumbling but Jungkooks quick to catch you.

"Woah, careful there" he laughs, letting go of your hips when he notices you got your balance back.

Glancing at his watch, Jungkook notices the time, "It's 9:55," he informs you, a reminder that your time is running out. "Better get going," he adds, winking playfully as he leans against his bike, waiting for you to leave.

However, something inexplicable holds you in place. Your eyes lock with his, and you find yourself entranced by the comfort within them.

There's a strange connection that draws you closer to this man. It's as if you can sense that you can reveal your deepest secrets to him without fear of judgment or rejection.

"Okay, bye," you finally manage to speak out, but your body remains rooted in place. There's an invisible force that keeps you there.

Jungkook gives you a teasing wave, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. However, as much as you try to move, an invisible string seems to keep you bound to him.

As you take a step away from Jungkook, a wave of sadness washes over you. Those short ten minutes of conversation felt like a breath of fresh air from the troubles of the past week, and now it feels like a temporary home was slipping away.

"Y/n," Jungkook's voice carries a hint of concern, noticing a single tear cascading down your cheek before you do.

He reaches out, but hesitates, unsure of how to comfort you. You lift your gaze to meet his concerned eyes and manage to summon a small, reassuring smile. "Yeah, yeah, sorry," you say softly, your voice breaking slightly.

You take another step back, the distance between you growing little by little, as you prepare to leave.

It feels bittersweet, knowing that this was a unique experience you'll never have again.

However, just as you're about to turn away completely, Jungkook's voice breaks the silence.

"Wait," he utters after a brief pause, a frown on his handsome face.

He curses himself for the words that are about to escape his lips, unable to deny the spark between you, whateve it was.

"Can I have your number?"

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Congrats on the 1k!!!

Can I request an idol boyfriend Namjoon and y/n drabble? Something like they’re on a museum date and Joon is being his intelligent/passionate about art self, talking all the artwork and whatnot, and y/n just gets so turned on so they end up hooking up in a hidden part of the museum? 👀

namjoon being an enthusiastic art heaux? this is right up @effortandmore's alley. thank you for this request, though. this one was fun.

most of the history on the piece described here is from the met's website, here. it's a really interesting and heartbreaking piece; i encourage everyone to check it out.

(also, this is more "waxes poetic about art" than anything else. smut takes me forever to write and i figured you've waited long enough, so you'll have to headcanon it, i am so sorry. also, something about this piece just screamed namjoon to me and i wanted to write it. hope you enjoy anyway!)

nydia

pairing: namjoon x reader (no pronouns used) genre: established relationship au; fluff warnings: can be read as idolverse or not, one mention of suicide (the story behind the sculpture is pretty depressing), light swearing, namjoon being hot and smart, unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 1k

The next gallery you walk into is vast.

Full of windows that cast a mid-afternoon glow on the floor. Stained glass casting colors. In here, everything feels grand. Feels a little overwhelming, reminds you of your place in the world: small, irrelevant, hopeful. You’re standing in a room of giants, both literally and metaphorically.

Namjoon is large on his own, but here it feels endless.

Diana is centered in the room, light dancing across the bronze. As you stare up at her, you wonder if she’s happy with this iteration. If she mourns her original purpose, poised atop one of the city’s most recognizable buildings, now long-gone. Demolished. You wonder if she’s content to be stationary when she used to go the way of the wind.

She’s stunning, even as a replica of her original self, but she’s not what Namjoon came here for.

What Namjoon came here for is also in the center of the room. The marble she’s carved from is more modest than Diana’s glittery bronze, but no less impactful. Her name is Nydia, and Namjoon has been obsessed with her since he’d gotten his hands on a first edition of an old novel, out of place amongst his poetry, but inspired by art and weathered by time and someone else’s devotion to it.

“There she is,” he says, and the room is vast and empty but you could make out the hushed awe in his voice from miles away.

You tuck yourself into his side, feeling just as small next to him as you do next to all of these sculptures. Laugh softly, endlessly endeared, at all the pamphlets he has clutched in his hands. History upon history, always something else to learn, and you could write just as many on the man beside you.

“Tell me about her.”

Namjoon looks down at you. Smiles. Says, “Her name is Nydia,” even though you know that already. “Randolph Rogers sculpted her in 1856. She’s based off of the character from The Last Days of Pompeii.”

You study her. Admire all of her intricacies, all the love that had gone into creating her and telling her story: her closed eyes, the broken Corinthian column lying at her feet, the movement of her dress. You’re vaguely aware of her story, recited to you by Namjoon over the span of three afternoons, one for each volume, so you know enough to know the tragedy, but you’d be able to feel it if you hadn’t.

“In the novel, she was kidnapped and enslaved and rescued by a man named Glaucus. She falls in love with him, but he’s betrothed to Ione.” He sighs, subdued; probably knowing too much about unrequited love. Probably relating too much to the sculpture standing tall before him. “There’s a lot that happens in between, but Vesuvius erupts and Nydia leads Glaucus and Ione to the Bay of Naples, where they’re able to board a ship to safety.”

Namjoon reaches out, careful not to touch, and traces the air along Nydia’s fingertips, her hand that’s raised to her ear. “She’s blind, so she’s used to navigating by sound. Everyone else in Pompeii is unable to see through the ash and rock, but Nydia has never been able to see, so she’s able to get them to the ship by listening to the ocean.”

The two of you share a quiet moment. You wonder what it must’ve been like, living through the chaos of that day. Watching, hearing the world burn down around you, helpless to stop it. Knowing you’re doomed to your fate. You wonder if you would’ve made the same decision as Nydia, if the pain of loving someone who doesn’t love you in return would hurt too much to be selfless. You wonder if it would’ve haunted you.

“What happened to her?”

Namjoon remains quiet. You almost think he doesn’t hear you, but then he answers, just above a whisper: “She decides that death is preferable to the pain of her unrequited love for Glaucus and kills herself. Slips into the sea.”

“Oh.”

The huff of laughter that tumbles out of Namjoon surprises you. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to be depressing.”

“It’s not your fault. I’ll just have to write a strongly-worded letter to Edward Bulwer-Lytton.”

A full-on cackle. “Yeah. Let me know what he says.”

“Probably, ‘Sorry my novel upset you, but I’ve been dead for a hundred and fifty years.’” You sigh, trying to shake off the dregs of sadness. “Tell me about Rogers. Is that less depressing, at least?”

Namjoon lights up the way he always does when you ask him about art: entirely, with his whole being. Looks like the first time you told him you loved him, and you think they’re probably the same, that they say the same thing. “Mostly. C’mere.”

You follow him to another sculpture. Ruth Gleaning, it says. “He carved this one, too. It was his first large-scale work, since he’d mostly sculpted busts of tourists after he moved to Italy. Nydia was much more popular, though; a year or two later he was commissioned by the U.S. to do the bronze doors for the Capitol building. He was also commissioned to do a statue of John Adams but it got lost at sea.” Namjoon looks anguished at this. “Fuck, can you imagine? He had to redo the whole thing.”

“Sounds a lot like you.”

“Wow, rude.”

The two of you share another laugh, but you’re struck by all of what Namjoon is. Intelligent, empathetic, eager. Always wants to bring you into what he loves, always wants to share it. Doesn’t deem anything unworthy of knowing, because you wouldn’t have thought Namjoon would know all of this, the history of an American sculptor forgotten behind the likes of Calder, Nevelson, French. But he has assigned spaces for everything, so of course he knows.

It’s a little overwhelming, how much you love him.

How much you want to know him the way he knows everything else.

The gallery you’re in is vast, but it’s filled with love. An artist’s love for its subject, your love for Namjoon. They say the same thing.

Hi. Can I request a drabble with Jungkook where they’re in a secret relationship and they think their friends are not aware of it but they’re actually really bad at hiding it. Thank you!

decided to combine these two. thank you both for the requests!

this one ran away from me but was really fun, so we're going to ignore the wordcount. hope you both enjoy! <3

obviously

pairing: jungkook x f. reader genre: secret relationship au, roommate au; crack, fluff warnings: two idiots engaging in idiot behavior, swearing, yoongi is tortured by reader's use of emojis, drinking/alcohol, one reference to jungkook wearing women's underwear but it isn't a thing, unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 3.7k

In retrospect, getting married at nineteen wasn’t your brightest idea.

Not your worst, either, because at least you’d chosen well.

There are undoubtedly far worse men to have as your ex-husband than Kim Namjoon, who had also gotten caught up in all those romantic cliches about young love; had also been inflicted with whatever illness made you believe getting married so young was smart and cool; had also woken up one day and thought what the fuck are we doing and asked if you wanted to call it quits.

You did.

And even though you loved Namjoon, over time it turned into that platonic life partner kind of love and not that all-encompassing, love of your life, eternal kind of love. So, Namjoon offered to pay for the divorce with his grad school stipend and took his name off the lease so you could find a new roommate and insisted on meeting up every other week for takeout and cheap alcohol because he had a whole thing about not wanting it to be weird.

Now, here you sit, years removed from the most affectionate and anticlimactic divorce of all time, and you wonder what could be more weird than your ex-husband making you a Tinder profile.

“I know what you like,” he insists, cheeks ruddy from the wine. Namjoon talks endlessly on a good day, but he’s nearly impenetrable when he’s got some merlot in him. “No one’s more qualified to do this than me.” You quirk an eyebrow at him. “Except you, of course,” he hurriedly adds.

“Have you ever stopped to think—”

Namjoon heaves an exaggerated groan, hand to his forehead as if he’s suffering a Victorian ailment. “You have no idea.”

You roll your eyes. “Have you ever stopped to think,” you repeat, “that there might be a reason I don’t have a Tinder? Or any dating profile, for that matter?”

“Yeah, you’re obviously still in love with me,” he jokes, laughing wildly at the absurdity of it; elbows you in the side as he wiggles his eyebrows. What could be weirder than your ex-husband treating you like one of his bros? “But alas, I’ve moved on, and so the time has come for you to also—”

“Either shut up or drink more,” you interject, filling his glass nearly to the brim. “You’re insufferable when you’re like this.”

Namjoon, seemingly out of arguments, simply hums in acknowledgment. Downs half the wine you’d just poured him, because out of the two options you’d presented him with, it’s the more realistic choice. Asks, “What’s your preferred age range?” before snorting another laugh and setting it from 18 to 50 for his own amusement.

“You know, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Why not?” he retorts, and there’s no judgment there, just genuine curiosity. You know he’s just having a laugh, would delete it and never mention it again if you asked him to, but the thing is—

The front door opens, and there stands your roommate, arms full of bags from Daiso. “Hey, ba—”

Jungkook stops dead in his tracks when he sees your ex-husband. Coughs to cover the pet name that nearly tumbled out of his mouth and lifts his hand in a wave. Namjoon watches the way the weight of the bags causes the muscles in Jungkook’s forearm to flex and shoots you a look. Maybe he does know what you like, after all.

“Hi, Namjoon-hyung,” Jungkook says, polite but still awkward, even after all these years. Can’t seem to shake it, no matter how hard he tries. “What are you two up to?”

Namjoon is none the wiser, used to the hushed awe Jungkook always adopts when he addresses him. Polite and endlessly kind because his mother raised him to never be anything less, but only ever jittery around Namjoon. Doesn’t act like this around any of your other friends; takes Seokjin’s teasing in stride and dishes it right back, but never Namjoon. Would probably rather die.

So Namjoon just waves back, says, “Hi, Jungkook-ah,” before he returns his attention to his phone. Doesn’t look up when you abandon him on the couch to help unpack the bags. Says, “I’m signing her up for Tinder so she can finally get laid,” and also doesn’t look up when Jungkook chokes on an inhale and one of the bags splits in half.

Before he moved in with you, Jungkook lived with Hoseok.

It’d gone great, all things considered. Jungkook couldn’t have asked for a better first roommate, fresh out of high school and his family home and hundreds of kilometers from the salty air of Busan. He’d nearly been sick with anxiety, all green around the edges, and Hoseok had pulled him into a hug and calmed his fraying nerves. Helped him with his homework and taught him how to cook and pecked at his heels like a mother hen when his room got too messy.

Just like he’s doing now.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says, not at all able to hide the surprise in his voice when he pulls open the door and finds Hoseok on the other side. “What are you doing here?”

Hoseok tuts. “I told you I was coming by this weekend to clean. I haven’t been here in weeks—”

“I know how to clean,” Jungkook argues, face growing warm from misplaced embarrassment, that Hoseok still thinks he’s a dumb kid who doesn’t know any better. “I said you didn’t have to come.”

His hyung’s face softens. “I know you know how to clean, Jungkookie, I’m just… I still feel responsible for you. You’re the first child I raised and released into the world.”

Jungkook sighs. Knows this is a losing argument. Opens the door wide enough to accommodate Hoseok and his bags of cleaning supplies, and doesn’t say a word as he follows Hoseok around the apartment even though he wants to say, I told you so. The entire place is spotless. There’s nothing to clean. No dust on the floor. Sparkling kitchen countertops. Laundry freshly-washed and hung on the drying rack by the window, warm in the midday sun. No toothpaste in the bathroom sink; no hard water stains on the shower glass.

All that’s left is Jungkook’s bedroom. That, too, is spotless, and Hoseok has never had a poker face and certainly can’t muster one now. “Why is it so clean in here?” he asks, taking in the bare floor, void of dirty clothes and whatever hobby equipment Jungkook had taken up that week; the pristinely-made bed with its hospital corners and fluffed pillows; the end tables that are suspiciously void of dust.

“Because I know how to clean,” Jungkook tartly replies, rolling his eyes. “I told you, there’s—”

“Are you even living in here?” Hoseok continues, either oblivious to or pointedly ignoring the way Jungkook starts to panic. “Because it doesn’t smell weird, either, and we all know that wasn’t the case before.”

“I have an air freshener.”

“Uh-huh.”

Hoseok continues his search. Actually praises Jungkook on the way he’d organized his clothes, the fact that everything in his drawers is folded and not shoved in haphazardly, that the few nice pieces he owns are hung in the closet. Kneels on the floor to check under the bed: empty, except for the XBox controller Taehyung had left behind the last time he came over to binge Valorant.

And Jungkook should’ve known—should’ve anticipated this—because it’s his Hobi-hyung and if there’s anything his Hobi-hyung is neurotic about it’s cleanliness and he’s got eyes like a hawk, makes him deadly efficient at spotting dust, so it’s really no surprise when he lets out a shrill a-ha! and pops out from under the bed with a pair of lacy underwear pinched between his fingers, but Jungkook should’ve anticipated it, anyway.

“And what do we have here?”

What Hoseok has here is Jungkook’s favorite pair of your underwear, but he can’t say that, so he just feels the way his face flushes with embarrassment again and wonders if he’d get out of the impending interrogation if he starts crying. “Um. Nothing?”

“Sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Hoseok continues, voice animated and lilting, the teasing smile evident even though Jungkook can’t bring himself to look. “Can’t believe my little Jungkookie is all grown up.”

Jungkook doesn’t feel grown up, he feels mortified. Feels like he wants to sink right through the floor, like he wants to disappear for three to five business years. Feels like an idiot for being so insistent on all this secrecy, because now he can’t tell Hoseok that the lacy underwear he’s inspecting belongs to you and that the two of you have been together for a while, that it’s great, Jungkook thinks this might be It, and all he can do is blurt out the first thing he can think of, which is—

“It’s mine.” Hoseok’s head turns so fast his neck creaks. “I’m, uh. Experimenting.”

Hoseok shrieks. Jungkook shrieks. “What the fuck,” Hoseok shrieks again as he drops the underwear to the floor and kicks it under the bed. “Why wouldn’t you just say that—”

“That’s what you get for going through my stuff!”

Hoseok doesn’t come over to clean again.

On the weeks you don’t see Namjoon, you spend your Fridays having game night at Jimin’s.

It’s always a raucous affair—wouldn’t be possible any other way with the friend group you’ve got, now seamlessly blended with Jungkook’s—and it’s always your responsibility to supply the snacks. You pop into the store after work, leave with your arms full of junk like you looted the place, and the man in front of you in line takes so long you miss the bus and have to wait for the next.

Which leaves you very little time to get ready, so you rush through a shower to rinse off the work grime and grab the first pair of leggings and sweatshirt you see, slip your feet into slides that may or may not be yours, and run down the hall to Jimin’s.

Laughter can be heard from just outside the door—Hobi’s and Jin’s louder than everyone—and it makes you smile. Warmth blooms in your chest, all affection, and it has you feeling terribly fond of this group you’ve cobbled together. Has you smiling wider as you punch in Jimin’s door code and let yourself inside. Has you dropping off the snacks in the kitchen and wanting to hug the first person you find, except one Park Jimin has other plans.

“Why are you wearing Jungkookie’s hoodie?” he says in lieu of a greeting.

You look down. Certainly is Jungkook’s hoodie, mixed in with the clean laundry you hadn’t gotten around to putting away yet, and you’re sure there’s no hiding the way your jaw drops a little. The man in question is across the room, stuck in a conversation about fuck knows what with Taehyung, and he sends you a panicked look that can only be an instruction to lie your ass off. So you huff, say, “What d’you mean? This is mine,” and paint on the most annoyed expression you can conjure.

“It absolutely is not yours,” Jimin retorts.

This time you look annoyed for real. “Ugh, who cares? Since when did you become an expert on our personal belongings?”

When you first met Jimin, you’d been tricked into thinking he was a sweet, innocent angel; the kind of person who would do anything for his loved ones, including not interrogating them over whose clothes they wear. Quickly, you learned this was not the case. Jimin is lovely and kind, but he’s also perceptive as hell and shameless, so he smirks knowingly and answers with, “Since I bought them.”

Which… makes sense, you can admit. You vaguely recall Jungkook’s last birthday and the way he’d gasped and insisted on Jimin returning the hoodie he’d gifted him because it was too expensive and the way Jimin had laughed and waved him off, because Jungkook has always been his favorite and he’s never attempted to hide it. The hoodie you’re wearing now could, theoretically, be that exact gift. It’s definitely soft enough to be made from something expensive.

“Oh,” you reply, changing gears entirely. “Well, you know how it is. Sometimes laundry gets mixed up. I’m sure you and Taehyung have worn each other’s clothes by accident, too.”

Jimin doesn’t buy it, you can tell, but he thankfully drops the issue. Watches you and Jungkook like a hawk for the rest of the night, just waiting to capitalize on any other slip-ups, but you purposely fall into a conversation with Yoongi that’s too boring for any normal human to follow along with, and Jungkook calls dibs on Mario Kart until someone can beat him, so there are no slip-ups to catch.

However, if the one constant of your friend group is that Jungkook is Jimin’s favorite regardless of Taehyung’s pouting, the second is that Jung Hoseok cannot hold his liquor.

He’s four mixed drinks deep, skin flushed and eyes half-lidded with sleep, when he stands on top of Taehyung and Jimin’s coffee table and shouts, for everyone to hear, “Hey, did you guys know Jungkookie started wearing women’s underwear?”

For once, this comes as a complete shock to you, too.

The thing about being in love, Jungkook finds, is that it’s nearly impossible to shut up about it.

He’s trying to be cool. He’s trying to be normal. He feigns delight and care when his coworkers talk about their partners, pretends he’s paying attention and not just waiting for his turn to talk about you. He prints pictures of the two of you off his phone and frames them and displays them at his desk, and all someone has to say is, “That’s a cute picture, Jungkook-ssi—” before all his affection for you erupts out of him like a volcano.

So far he’s been careful. His coworkers are sick of hearing about you, but they’re an outlet for everyone he can’t talk about you with. Like his friends, because he’d decided early on it was better to keep everything a secret for a little bit because he didn’t want things to be weird (and because he’s low-key terrified of Namjoon, because he’s gentle and clumsy but he’s still big) and now he’s regretting it but it feels like it’s gone on too long and he’s in too deep.

Really, it’s no surprise he slips up. Has probably been overdue for one like this for a while.

They’re at the arcade. Taehyung has sunk the last of his disposable income for the week into a claw machine stocked with LINE characters. Wants to win a Sally plushie for Jimin because he says they look alike. It’s cute, the bond they have, platonic soulmates the way you and Namjoon are, and Jungkook is starry-eyed and love-drunk when he heaves a wistful sigh and thinks out loud, “I should win something for her, too.”

The words catch Taehyung so off-guard his hand slips and presses the button to lower the claw. “Press it again,” Jungkook says. “If you double-press the button, it makes the claw stronger. You’ll get it.”

Taehyung is wary, still dazed from Jungkook’s slip-up, but he presses the button again anyway. The claw tightens around Sally’s head and drags her up and out of the pile, drops her into the chute and to Taehyung’s waiting hand. “Oh shit! Jungkookie, you’re a genius. Jimin’s gonna love this.”

“Yeah, sure. Didn’t know you didn’t know that trick or I would’ve told you sooner.”

His hyung nods absentmindedly, distracted with the selfie he’s sending to Jimin with Sally obscuring half his face. “Are you gonna try now?”

Jungkook swallows. “Huh?”

“You said you were gonna win something for someone.”

“No I didn’t,” he lies.

Taehyung’s face drops. Gets all serious when he shoves his phone in his back pocket. “Yes you did. Right before I won this,” he says, large hands wrapped around Sally’s poor neck, clearly strangling her. “You said I should win something for her, too. Who’s ‘her’? Are you seeing someone?”

“I said him, hyung,” he lies again. Is thankful for the garish arcade lights and the way they hide the blush creeping up his neck. “I meant Jimin-hyung.”

“You did not,” Taehyung insists. “You said her, and now you’re trying to gaslight me—”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. Feigns exasperation. Swipes his game card and stares his hyung right in the eye as he drops the claw and double-taps, somehow picking up two plushies. Tosses Brown to Taehyung and says, “Tell Jimin his favorite dongsaeng won him that one.”

Tucks Cony safely in his pocket to give to you later, thankful the universe came through for him for once.

You (10:42pm): babe

You (10:42pm): what time do you think you’ll be home?

You (10:43pm): 🍆🍆🍆

Yoongi (11:06pm): What the fuck

You (11:08pm): oh fuck

You (11:08pm): that was NOT meant for you

Yoongi (11:14pm): Fucking obviously

Yoongi (11:14pm): Please do not ever accidentally sext me again

You (11:15pm): gross yoongi

You (11:15pm): that wasn’t a sext

You (11:15pm): i need it for the bokkeum i’m making

Yoongi (11:17pm): At midnight? Fuck off

Yoongi (11:17pm): Trade proposal

Yoongi (11:17pm): You never accidentally sext me again and I won’t tell the rest of our friends you’re secretly dating your roommate

You (11:29pm): it’s not even midnight 🙄

You (11:29pm): but that sounds good to me, thanks!

Hoseok had taught Jungkook how to cook, but not how to bake.

They’d attempted it, once, not long after Jungkook moved to Seoul and was homesick and missing his mom’s yaksik something terrible. Just wanted something that tasted like home, something comforting, and Hoseok had felt so bad for him that he said fuck it, let’s try, what’s the worst that could happen, and the two of them learned very quickly that nearly burning down their kitchen and the rest of their building was, in fact, the worst thing that could happen.

They never tried baking a damn thing after that, individually or together.

Still, there’s a special occasion coming up, so Jungkook asks the only person he trusts to help him.

“You need a cake,” Seokjin intones, swallowing his smile when Jungkook nods and his mop of curls bobbles along. Takes out a notepad to jot down ideas. “What’s the occasion?”

“Um. Just an… occasion.”

Seokjin blinks owlishly. “You just need a cake for an occasion? Do you wanna try again and actually be helpful this time?”

“What does it matter if I’m paying you, hyung?” Jungkook whines. “Aren’t cakes all the same?”

“Not if you want me to decorate it—”

“I don’t.”

“—because what am I supposed to write on it? Happy occasion, person whose name Jungkookie won’t tell me! Do you see how that might not work out for either of us?”

“Again, what does it matter—”

Seokjin looks up from his notepad, brows furrowed. “Are you ordering this for the president? What’s with all the secrecy?”

Jungkook huffs, puts on his Very Serious Face. “I can just take my business elsewhere if you’re going to interrogate me, hyung,” he says, to which Seokjin rolls his eyes, used to Jungkook’s dramatics.

“Be my guest,” he calls his bluff, gesturing to the front door of the bakery. “No one else is going to give you as good a discount as me, though.”

“I bet Junghwan-ssi would,” Jungkook grumbles, low but loud enough for Seokjin to hear, because there isn’t much else Jungkook can say that’d get under his hyung’s skin as much as the mention of his arch nemesis. “I bet I could walk into his bakery right now and explain the whole situation to him and he’d practically give it to me for free, just so it meant you didn’t get my business.”

And it works. Seokjin’s eyes narrow, chest starts heaving. “You wouldn’t,” he accuses, and Jungkook just shrugs, nonplussed, daring Seokjin to find out.

What follows can only be described as a tense standoff: Seokjin behind the counter of his bakery, looking hilariously underdressed for this stalemate in his pink apron, armed only with a pen; Jungkook, looking smug and pleased on the other side, not even knowing what Junghwan’s bakery is called, let alone where it is. The bell above the door chimes and neither breaks eye contact to look, and it’d probably go on like this forever, knowing the two of them, except the person behind Jungkook clears their throat, asks, “Excuse me, are you in line…?” and Seokjin is forced to concede if he wants to stay in business.

The person orders a cake for their daughter’s birthday. Answers each of Seokjin’s questions with certainty and preparedness, and Jungkook doesn’t miss the looks Seokjin shoots at him. See how easy it is to answer simple questions? they say. Why can’t you be like this?

Jungkook can’t be like that because the cake is for your birthday. Which Seokjin knows, because he has all of his friends’ birthdays saved to his phone calendar, but he’s never gone out of his way to get you a cake before so Seokjin will absolutely know something’s up. And as he waits for the person to be done ordering, his heart aches a little, because he wants to tell Seokjin to make you the nicest cake he can. Wants him to pull out all the stops, because it’s your birthday and you deserve it, and he could say all those things if he hadn’t insisted on this stupid secrecy.

Guilt consumes him so entirely he doesn’t notice the person leaving. Doesn’t hear the chime of the bell above the door. Is halfway to spilling the entire story to Seokjin, gets as far as hyung, there’s something I— before Seokjin holds up a hand to stop him.

“What kind of cake would you like, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook deflates. Takes all those transgressions he was about to confess to and shoves them back inside his chest, locks them away. “Whatever you think is best, hyung. Just no nuts.”

And Seokjin smirks knowingly, because there’s only one person he knows with a nut allergy.

jungkook #33 from the fluff list 💗 (even better if its like fboy badboy jungkook getting flustered and shy around oc hehe)

daft pretty boys | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

prompt: "i can't think around you."

rating: G

word count: 0.8k

genre/warnings: classmates to .. lovers?, college au, basketball captain!jk, he's neither a fuck boy nor a bad boy he's just a cute boy <3, fluff, swearing as per uzh, i plagiarized MYSELF bc the shit mentioned here was actually taken from my final paper for a film class two years ago lmaooooooo

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

If there's one thing that Jungkook absolutely despises, it's when people think jocks are dumb. It's a common misconception and it's downright hurtful sometimes; just because Jungkook is the basketball captain, doesn't mean that anybody has the right to assume he's got hay for brains.

However, if someone were to come up to him right now and say it to his face, he probably wouldn't disagree.

"So yeah, if they lose the memories of these relationships, I think they'd also be losing parts of themselves that make them whole, because an individual's identity is an accumulation of multiple smaller identities they have with every single intimate relationship that ultimately forms one collective identity, y'know?" you finish, and it's not until then that Jungkook comes back down to earth, realizing that he's just been staring at you this whole time. "Anyway, what do you think?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Same, uhm," Jungkook stammers. "I also thought about their collective relationsh- I mean, collective identity and multiple identities and-"

You purse your lips as you take in his whole demeanor, like a nervous child fumbling with his words. "Did you not watch the movie?"

He did watch the movie. In fact, Jungkook watched it three times over the weekend because that's how much he liked it. When he registered for this class - History of Popular Cinema - at the end of last semester, he was hoping that it'd be an easy elective so he could focus more on basketball and his core courses. And for the most part, this film class is easy. All he has to do is watch movies and hand in a few short essays every now and then. Piece of cake.

Then the final paper rolls around and the professor assigns everybody a partner to work with. In theory, it should still be a piece of cake, because there still isn't that much to do anyway.

So why is it so fucking hard all of a sudden?

Jungkook had never really noticed you before you became his designated collaborator for the month. Never saw you on campus, never saw you attending the games. Hell, he didn't even know your name until this final assignment.

"I watched it," he defends himself lamely.

"Okay. And?"

"It was good."

You frown, and all Jungkook can think about is how adorable that crease between your eyebrows is. How he just wants to reach across the table and smooth it over, or better yet, kiss it away.

He's fully aware of how stupid he must look, with his sweaty palms and his words falling over each other like goddamn Jenga pieces, in front of a girl that he's been obsessed with for weeks now. Jungkook doesn't normally do crushes, but the more time he spends with you to work on this lame ass paper, the more he finds his mind drifting to you even when you're not in his vicinity.

He thinks you're so pretty when you absentmindedly bite your lip whenever you're concentrating. He thinks you always smell like jasmine, and he's delighted by how your scent lingers on his own clothes after every time you meet, like he's carrying home a reminder of you. He thinks you're ten leagues smarter than him when you text him whole paragraphs detailing how postmodern filmmakers flirt with the concept of identity fragmentation through different types of cinematic manifestation as a reflection of the realistic postmodern person, because what the fuck does that even mean?

"You're not doing a very good job at convincing me you watched the movie," you say.

Jungkook groans internally - and a little externally too - as he runs a hand down his face. "I watched it, I promise," he tells you. "I watched it, and I really liked it. It made me think about a lot of deep shit that I don't normally think about."

"Uh huh," you say slowly. Your frown is still there, but now it's embedded in confusion as you try to understand his dilemma. "Then tell me about that. What was the deep shit?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

How is he supposed to explain that every single thought he had suddenly grew legs and yeeted itself out the window the second he saw you arrive today, wearing a stunning smile and a t-shirt that says Caution: Full of Shenanigans? Not once in his entire life had Jungkook felt so no thoughts, head empty.

"Because I can't think around you," he settles on being honest. "Because I keep thinking about you when you're not here, yet when you are, I can't even think at all."

It takes a minute for his words to sink into your brain, and Jungkook watches nervously as a blush spreads across your cheeks, so rosy that he just wants to grab your face and pepper kisses all over. For the first time since he has known you, you don't know how what to say.

The sight of you, rendered speechless by him being rendered an idiot, has Jungkook blushing too. Despite the patch of bashful silence that ensues, somewhere outside the metaphorical windows of his and your minds, both your thoughts are riding off into the sunset together, holding hands.

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Still Perfect (JK Drabble)

Summary- Your mind is playing evil tricks on you again, and the only one who can bring you back down to earth is your husband, the one you are ashamed to admit everything to.

Warnings- swearing, minor angst, they are in luv its cute, mentions of depression (reader), mentions of medications. 18+

Enjoy <3

"Baby...I'm gonna take Gia outside to test the new swing I put up, do you wanna come?" Jungkook whispered, his hand on your back as you laid in the dark bedroom at 2 in the afternoon.

You sighed, looking up at your husbands face, "I want to but I just...Im so tired"

He nodded sadly, "okay...thats okay you dont have to, I'll take pictures?"

"yes please" you smile weakly

"mama!! mama! lets go outside!" Your 3 year old, Gia, runs into the room and stands beside your bed.

Jungkook was quick to pick her up into his arms, squeezing her, "mama isnt feeling too good right now, shes gotta rest." he whispered

"again?" your daughter pouted, her big eyes looking down at you- and with single glance, your heart was broken into 5 million pieces.

Jungkook frowned, "hey, sometimes adults get tired, its okay, we will go have fun in the backyard and you can see mama later? wave bye bye" he held her small hand up and waved for her as he began to leave the room, mouthing a soft "love you" in your direction before the door shut.

with that, the tears began to flow.

Your depression struggles have always found a way into your family, when you were dating jungkook you spent so much time explaining that sometimes you just cant function, and he was the first boyfriend you had that understood and didnt make you feel like a piece of shit for struggling with something out of your control.

It was nice, but then the fears that he would leave set in.

He always tries his best to make sure you feel loved and appreciated, when he proposed, he took you to Italy for 3 weeks just to be alone with you.

And your wedding was no different either.

He made sure you felt beautiful the way you were, showing you off at any chance he could, and even stepping away from the after party with you for a bit when things got overwhelming.

Many emotions were experienced when you became pregnant after 3 months of marriage. The guilt in believing you werent a good mother, the guilt for not having enough energy to eat most days even though you knew it wasnt just about/for yourself.

The self neglect was the worst part, and if jungkook had not been there to help you through all of the ugly, you dont know what you would have done.

You love him so much and the thought that maybe he doesnt feel that from you is terrifying, the thought that your daughter is only 3 and is already catching onto her mothers odd behavior is alarming.

Gia sees her friends moms play with them, she goes over to her cousins house and plays with their mom, why doesnt her own mom have that energy?

The tears seeped into the silk pillows as you squeezed your eyes shut.

This was how it often was for you: no emotion at all, or sadness. thats it, since you were 13.

No amount of doctor visits or therapy could fix you, and now you were letting it ruin your family.

-

A bit after Jungkook brought Gia inside, she fell asleep on the couch in the living room.

He smiled and took a photo of her small bundled up body laying on the cushion before making his way upstairs to show you.

"honey, you awake?" he mumbled, sliding open the door and walking in.

You were facing the opposite wall, feeling absolutely numb.

"baby" he smiled, kissing your forehead, "you okay? you wanna see the videos of gia?"

You tried to open your mouth to talk but nothing came out, instead your eyes teared up again and you turned your face further into the pillow to hide.

He frowned, putting his phone away as he climbed under the covers with you, his larger body spooning against yours. "sweetheart, whats going on?" his hand brought you closer

"I dont know" you whispered quietly

"just not doing good again?" he questioned, hand rubbing your side softly to soothe you.

You nod, unable to talk.

"im here for you, did you take your medication?"

"no.."

"okay well lets do that now so we dont forget, okay?" he sat up and pulled open your nightstand drawer, taking the pill you take daily and handing it to you alongside a water bottle.

You gently sat up and leaned against the headboard, taking the pill.

"where is she?" you asked quietly, teary eyes catching to kooks in the dimly lit bedroom.

"she passed out on the couch downstairs, bam is laying with her" he smiled, finding a cozy spot beside you again.

"am I a bad mom?" you question, watching his face contort

"what? why would you ask me that? of course you arent"

"jungkook I havent been able to leave the room for 2 days, this isnt normal....she misses me, she needs her mommy and im failing her" your voice cracked slightly as jungkook immediately brought you into his arms, caging you against him.

"dont talk like that, you are such an amazing woman, y/n. I would have never married you otherwise. You are so fucking strong and you cant let yourself fall into this dark space, you are struggling, yes, but we take it step by step, just like we've always done." he rubs your back as he speaks, "and Gia doesnt feel left out, she would not stop talking about you the entire time we were outside. Dont tell her I told you but she picked a bunch of 'flowers' for you" he giggled, "I didnt have the heart to tell her they were just weeds"

You allow yourself to laugh softly, leaning into your husbands embrace.

"you are doing so well....so incredibly well baby. I know life isnt always fair but we cant blame ourselves, we have to pick up what we have learned and move on as stronger people."

You nod, looking at him as he wipes the tear on your cheek.

"my beautiful girl, I love you so much, you know that?"

You smile sadly, "I love you too"

"can I take you downstairs and we can cuddle on the couch? I'll cook for you, you havent eaten in hours"

"okay" you sniff, allowing jungkook to help you up and keep a blanket wrapped around your body.

-

"mommy!"

Gia's toothless smile greeted you as you came downstairs, Bam laying on her protectively.

"Hi baby" you waved and walked over, sitting onto the couch and letting her crawl into your lap. "I missed you sweetheart, oh- your overalls are backwards" you giggled softly

Jungkook blushed as he sat on the other side of you, sharing a funny glance with his daughter.

"daddy dress me" she whispered

"I can tell" you smile, squeezing her tightly and rocking back and forth gently.

"my pretty girls" jungkook whispered, more so to himself than directed at you both.

"and bammy" gia added on, hiding her face against your chest.

"and bammy" you insisted, rubbing her back

Jungkook leaned over to wrap you two into his arms, kissing both of your heads.

"did you have fun outside" you asked

Gia giggled, "yeah...but daddy pushed the swing too much, I fell" she babbled

"what?" You look at your husband

"shes okay, shes breathing, shes here" he began, smothering his hands over his little girls face as she laughed loudly.

"mama feeling okay?" she asked once you all calmed down,

"mama is doing okay, my dear. Dont worry about me, I love you so much" you squished her face softly and kissed her nose

"love you more!!" she added, clapping her hands

"Love you most!!" You couldnt help but smile as jungkook leaned his head against the back of the couch, eyes drawn on his wife and daughter only.

"i'll make some lunch" he spoke, standing

"yay!! I help?" Gia hopefully asked

"no no, you girls sit there and look cute" he winked at you before walking off to the kitchen, bam following him in hopes of getting a treat.

You loved your little family, and you wouldnt trade them for anything the world had more to offer.

They were the ones who got your through the toughest part of life, and you were grateful that in this moment you didnt have to fake a smile.

baby fever

a/n. listen. listen. i don’t like babies. but–

warnings. damn once or twice, slightly suggestive but not really lol

you love jungkook. and you love every little and big aspect of dating him. he’s just so in love with you, even your grandma says she feels a little jealous. your friends say that you fell first but he fell harder and it shows.

not only through the little gestures like leaving sticky notes all over the place with i love yous and don’t forget to text me when he’s going to be out for the next days. or when he held your hair gently once you got a food poisoning and spent all your night vomiting in the bathroom.

but also – which comes with dating an idol, you guess – the big things. one day jungkook asked you about your dream place to visit and the other, on your anniversary, there you were with him by your side. or he just spoils you in general.

you could never complain. you love him. you really do.

but there’s something you can’t do and you really miss it sometimes.

simple dates.

cafes, cinemas or ice skating. sure, if you wanted to jungkook would have rented the whole cinema for you just to watch a movie.

but you don’t want to. when you recall your dating life before jk, even though it was unsuccessful it was fun. and nowadays you barely meet with others anymore (if we don’t count co-workers)

and with jungkook, being the worldwide star he is, you can’t normally go out.

(not only because that you might have get hurt if the fans realise but above all you don’t want to risk his career…)

that’s why when your friend offered you to come by for a coffee, you agreed. you cling onto every kind of unusual activity you can get, so your friend giggled at your enthusiasm.

you baked a cake by yourself (well, with small help from jungkook) and cleaned the whole place.

your friend arrived with her baby.

you were surprised to say at least but hey, you like kids so you didn’t protest.

“so? tell me how are you? it feels like ages since we’ve seen each other” your friend, hana, asked placing her three year old daughter – jimin – on her lap.

“i’m good! nothing new, honestly. i can see this pretty baby grew up, huh?” you giggled and henry pinched jimin’s squishy cheek “god, she’s so cute i wanna cry”

her big brown eyes glared at you in awe and hana laughed.

“but what’s up with you and jungkook?” she asked, wiggling her brows

“what do you mean? we’re good” you scoffed and jimin squeaked

“oh, y/n. i mean marriage! come on, you must have thought about it! you’ve been dating for what? five years…?” hana sighed and her gaze shifted. you shook your head, reaching for a cup of coffee “you wanna hold her?”

“of course!” you grinned, patting you lap. bam, who usually jumps on jungkook when he does that gesture, run up to you. jimin let out a high pitched giggle.

hana put her on your lap carefully and the baby immediately held onto your arm. bam came closer and sniffed her.

“look, doggy! here, you can pet him” you talked to jimin in baby voice, grabbing her small chubby hand and gently petting bam with it. hana tapped your arm to let you know that she’s going to the bathroom and when you looked up to nod, you saw jungkook in the doorway.

“hi kookie” you smiled sweetly, looking down because jimin started babbling

“what’s… what’s going on?” jungkook asked, coming up to you.

“well hana came over for a coffee with her daughter. isn’t she the cutest?” you asked, pouting.

the truth was he was standing there for a while. the moment he saw you with a baby on your lap his heart rate sped up. he didn’t know why but there was just… this motherly aura around you.

“…kook?”

he snapped back, not even realising that he wasn’t focused. you were smiling so endearingly at him, the baby giggling cutely and bam licking her hand…

“huh?” he blinked. you broke into a chuckle and pulled him closer by his shirt

“i think i’m in love”

“well of course–” he grinned

“with her, dumbass” you laughed “can we kidnap her?”

jimin made grabby hands at bam.

“honey, i’m sure hana wouldn’t like this” your boyfriend hummed and patted the girl’s head. then he got an idea

“well she doesn’t has to know” you murmured, booping her nose “right? right jimin? ah, i can’t…”

jungkook grabbed one of took toys and handed it to jimin. she grabbed it hesitantly, unsure what to do with it.

“oh my god, you all look so cute. hi jungkook, by the way” hana’s voice rung out in the room, causing all of you to turn around to look at her.

“hi, what’s up?” your boyfriend grinned and suddenly there was a thud of a dog toy hitting the ground. bam ran after it, his tail moving like crazy which caused jimin to burst out laughing.

“babies, am i right?” jk breathed out when she made grabby hands at him. hana encouraged him to take her. jungkook started swooshing her around carefully, the sound of her giggles filling the room.

“you should have a baby” hana said suddenly and you spit out the coffee you managed to get a sip of.

jungkook was waiting for you in bed, turning around nervously. you left the bathroom, switching off the lights.

“i’m so happy hana dropped by today” you grinned, plopping down next to him. he pulled you down, wrapping his arms around you “you looked really cute while babying her, you know?”

he remained silent, his brows furrowing.

“what?” you giggled, cupping his cheeks.

“you too. with jimin and bam running around… i heard what she said” jungkook sighed, looking at you “about the marriage…”

“oh okay… kookie, don’t worry about it. some people get married after ten years of dating” you cooed, leaning away only to bury your head in the crook of his neck

“i know but… i think i have a baby fever. the moment i saw jimin i couldn’t stop thinking about how it would be… having a baby y/n running around”

you grinned, his hand suddenly finding yours.

“me too, honestly. but i think i would want a boy. girls have it tough” you mumbled, squeezing his hand

“no way. i want a girl. she’ll be my little princess” jungkook giggled, brushing some hair out of the frame of your face

“a boy would be better, i’m telling you. if he looked like your copy, i’d melt” you whispered.

“well i think there’s one way to find out who would be better–“ jungkook started and you playfully punched his arm

“damn, ask me out first” you giggled, turning around to place a quick peck on his jaw.

“just you wait a little more, y/n, we’ll have an army soon…” he joked but you couldn’t help but punch him again

“i see the pun but don’t be too confident, jeon” you grinned, closing your eyes.

maybe it was a sign that later that night you were dreaming about mini version of jungkook playing with bam…?

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ALL MY FAULT ﹆ J. JUNGKOOK.

⊹　 + * 　 ⊹ 　 °. * ✧ .

in which you pass out after an argument and find him crying when you wake up..

pairings: hubby!jungkook x reader.

genre: angsty and suggestive fluff.

warnings: koo is emotionally sensitive, needles and bloods, kissy kissy (it’s a peck) — safe for minors

⊹　 + * 　 ⊹ 　 °. * ✧ .

the room had a silent, uncomfortable atmosphere all over the living room. the tv light was flickering on you and your husband that was sitting far from you.

you two had an argument about a silly thing, and that silly thing was you not showing up on your husband’s work promotion. in other hand, the thing you called silly wasn’t just an easy thing for him

he wanted you to come and see him, wanted to make you proud when being given the promotion. he really wanted to make you proud. “i’m sorry” he hears your soft voice but jungkook ignored you

you were feeling unwell since yesterday morning and didn’t tell him so he could go to work and get that award, you really tried everything in you to show up but that moment you felt dizzy and blacked out

from what you remember, you were laying on the door mat as you woke up. your nose was bleeding. you decided to stay home and explain everything to jungkook but look to where it led you…

“give me one reason.” you look up at him breaking your stare from your knees. “i…” you start but couldn’t finish not being able to form a lie. jungkook huffs and crosses his arms leaning to the couch more.

“i waited for you.” jungkook starts, “i waited and made the conference being held for you to show up but you didn’t” you look down, feeling bad for not fulfilling his happiness. “i told you what it meant to me, Y/N” he uses your full name indicating how annoyed he is

even though he’s very mad, his voice was softer than ever you thought it would be. you swallow hard looking away, your vision blurs and you blink fast trying to clear them.

you start to panic when you realize it’s not the tears blurring your vision but your unknown sickness. “so, what’s your reason?” he ask but you’re too distracted to answer

jungkook shuts his eyes a bit frustrated at your silence — thinking that you’re ignoring him— and turns to look at you with a stern look. “you know how i felt when you didn’t show up?” you turn your face to him again and he chuckles, a sadness laced in his tone. “scared.” he finishes.

“i thought something bad happened to you at first but i saw your text saying you won’t come.” he looks back at the tv, “you didn’t even call me, princess.” his voice hitches and you close your eyes.

jungkook is a very sensitive person and always gets his feelings hurt with something small like this. you knew this would lead to an argument but you didn’t expect to see your husband’s eyes sparkling with tears as he watches the bright tv.

“jungkook i—“ you close your mouth when you feel a sharp pain in your gut causing you to sigh but jungkook took it as a boredom. “you can’t even give me a good reason.” your next words hurts him more “i was tired to go all the way there.” he frowns taking your words in an offensive way

“you’re tired to come and witness your husband getting his dream job promotion?” he was the first to get on his feet and block your sight from the tv. you take his step and stand but his larger and tall figure makes you feel like a small thing.

“i didn’t mean it like that” you start but he nods, “nice to know you feel like that” your vision getting worse wasn’t helping with you trying to calm down easily and you snap “i had to be at home! what’s wrong with that?!” he gives you the same energy back

“i’m your husband Y/N! we congratulate and support each other on everything. you promise you would show up and be there with me yet you broke that promise and chose to be here cause you feel tired” he emphasizes his last words.

you shake your head, “i’m not doing this now, i’m gonna head to sleep. good night.” you stumble across your own feet, dizziness getting the best of you. “right, run away like you always do when you’re at fault!” his voice was getting low and low while a thin beeping sound consumed you.

you grip on to an object you don’t recognize, a warm liquid drops to the floor and you look down to see blood— your stomach hurts more and you start to lose your track on breathing.

jungkook’s brows knit when your body wobbles and next thing he sees is you falling in slow motion in front of him. your husband was fast enough to catch you before your head hit the floor and turns you to him to see your nose smeared with blood and his blood runs cold

“p-princess?” his voice stutter “what’s wrong? baby? no, please look at me? baby?” he shakes you but you were far too gone to listen to him, unconscious and limp on his arm. “stay with me, baby, please stay with me.” he brings you up, hugging you close and taking you to the couch before calling your doctor.

⊹　 + * 　 ⊹ 　 °. * ✧ .

once your IV tube was done, the doctor stood up and walked to your worried sick husband who was crossing his arms and staring at your pale face. “it’s seems like she ate contaminated food and it disturbed her stomach to a point where she had a nosebleed.”

“but she’ll be okay, right?” jungkook asks and the doctor smiles, “for sure, she’ll be okay by the morning. just don’t let her overthink and give her the meds on time.” the doctor says and jungkook nods quickly.

“well, i’ll take my leave here,” the doctor excuses himself before he leaves the apartment. once the door lets out a soft clicking sound, jungkook looks up to the ceiling trying to control his tears.

he felt like a shit.

after what felt like forever, you slowly blink, adjusting your sight and finding yourself in your shared bed with your husband. you try to move but hiss as something stings your arm which was the IV and you look up at it to find it empty

“when did this all happen?” you silently question and leave the bed, winching and pulling out the needle from your arm. you walk out from your bedroom and walk straight to the living room to find no one and wonder where your husband could be.

deciding to check the open kitchen, you frown when you see the lights on and walk fast. once you got there, jungkook’s figure comes to view. “jungkookie?” you say and watch his back tense and hear him sniffle.

you walk over to him and try to turn him to you but he avoids you making you force him to turn to you. “are you cryi—“ “it’s all my fault” his voice cracks as his bloodshot eyes stare at you and you look at him confused

“i yelled at you not knowing you were sick, i made up things not knowing you had to rest.” his tears slid down but you were fast enough to catch it. “it’s not your fault, it never was your fault, i just didn’t tell you.” you try to calm him but he shakes his head.

you feel your heart crack and pull him to hug him and jungkook wraps his arms around your waist tight before picking you up and placing you on the cabinet. “i should’ve guessed at least.” he whispers, hiding in the crook of your neck. “it’s not something you can sense or anything koo, it’s really okay.”

“plus i should’ve told you too.” you say while his shoulders shake. “i was so scared, you got pale so fast and i thought i- i would l- i would…” he struggles and you hug him tighter. “it’s okay, i’m fine, it's okay.” you comfort him.

once his cries subsided, you push him back to see him looking away and sniffling. “awh—“ you start but he cuts you off. “princess.” he warns but you couldn’t help but awe at his cuteness. “you’re so cute with a red nose.” you say and his cheeks redden more.

“baby!” he whines, “okay okay! fine.” you laugh as he keeps staring at you in adoration. “it’s almost midnight and i’m still tired, let’s go to sleep.” you say and he nods suddenly picking you up. “wha—“

“just let me take you there.” he says before pecking your lips and you sigh, agreeing to his stubborn self.

“i love you.” jungkook pecks your lips again.

⊹　 + * 　 ⊹ 　 °. * ✧ .

i think this was so yikes cause it’s an old draft.

Early Riser

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (gn) Genre: smut, pwp Rating: 18 (oral sex, male receiving; somnophilia) Word count: 1001

Summary: It's JK's birthday and you want even his first waking moment to be a great one

AN: it's a repost! because it's been a while!! because I definitely did not completely forget all about them lmao just some short, sweet smut for your Wednesday evening; you are welcome!

*** Your hand rummages under your pillow to turn off your silent, vibrating alarm clock. You groan inwardly as you check the time: 6am. The things you do for this man. You would never usually wake this early, but Jungkook has to get up early for work – on his birthday of all days – so sacrifices must be made. You turn your head to check that the alarm hasn’t woken him as well, but he looks deep asleep. You praise the lord that he’s sleeping on his back… This would’ve been difficult if you’d woken up and found him on his stomach! A special treat for a very special boy.

You sit up carefully so as not to disturb him and gently, gingerly pulled back the covers from him. Counting your blessings that the mattress is memory foam, and therefore less bouncy, you straddle him and shuffle downwards, taking his boxers with you.

When JK first asked you about what you were about to do, you were surprised at how shy he was. He wasn’t sure how you’d react (or if you’d be up for it), but when you first tried it, he came so hard, he almost had your eye out. That alone would’ve encouraged you, but the truth is he needn’t have hesitated to ask you at all: you love doing it. You’d do it far more often if you weren’t worried about it losing its novelty. You reserve it for special occasions only – ok and some mornings where you just wake up out of your mind horny and can’t resist.

You make sure your hands are warm before picking up his flaccid member. You rub the tip with one hand and massage his balls with the other before taking it into your mouth. You focus on the head, flicking your eyes upwards to catch when he wakes. After a minute or two, he’s still barely hard and his mouth has dropped open. He must be deeply, deeply asleep. You moan with him in your mouth, taking in his whole length. You shuffle a little less carefully, trying to bring him up to a slightly shallower sleep so that at least his body is conscious if not his mind. As soon as you feel his cock twitch, you know you’ve got him. He hardens quickly and moans quietly, but still asleep. Now you’re working with the right equipment, you hit your stride. This is actually your favourite part: the anticipation of the moment when he wakes and realises what’s happening, the split second of surprise followed by a smug, satisfied grin as he stretches and then sinks back into the mattress, sighing happily.

He’s hot and hard and you’re loving the taste of him. You run a hand up and down his shaft and shift your attention to his balls. You envelop one in your mouth and gently suck as your hand gently squeezes his tip. You switch to the other and then run your tongue up the base of his manhood. You can feel him stirring as you flick your tongue across his eye and back. You keep your eyes focused on his face, waiting for the moment.

And there it is. A small mouth opened in surprise and then a triumphant grin. He flings his arms out to either side and stretches, then takes a hand and tangles it in your hair.

“Have I told you today that I love you?” he asks, a little breathlessly.

You rise slightly and grin at him.

“Not yet,” you answer, looking at him expectantly. You wait for him to do so before continuing. He frowns at you in mock annoyance and whines.

“Fine, fine, I love you! I love you! Please… keep going…”

You gladly return to work. You can feel yourself getting hot, hotter than hot. Getting him off gets you off like you didn’t know it ever could. You moan as you take him deeper and deeper, your eyes never leaving his. He’s a watcher and you are, too. You love to see him come undone: the frowns of pleasure that pass across his face like clouds, the widening of his eyes as you hit a sweet spot accompanying small gasps, the sweat that moistens the hair around the edge of his face, curling and sticking to his brow. He gets quieter and quieter as he gets closer to the edge, his moans and groans disappearing as he loses himself in his own world of ecstasy. His breath catches in his throat and you feel his muscles tense beneath you. You work a little faster, hollow your cheeks, and take him as deep as you can.

“Yes…” The word barely escapes his lips, caught up in a gasp as he fights his need to come and come now. He wants this to last as long as it can but he’s not sure he can hold out much longer. He’s panting and his hips rise involuntarily, bucking into your mouth. You can feel the vein in his shaft pulse and you keep steady, knowing it’ll be any second now. If waking up to a blowjob is Jungkook’s favourite thing, his second favourite is watching himself come into your open mouth. You’ve got the timing down to an art and you open wide, your tongue resting against the underside of his tip as he cries out. You catch it all on your waiting tongue and swallow lasciviously. You suck his tip like a lollipop as he groans, breathing heavily, muscles loose and limbs lying heavily on the bed. His eyes, barely open, watch you lick up every drop of his white honey and he grins. You trail kisses up his stomach and chest and neck before giving him a big, sloppy kiss on the mouth.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

He wraps his arms around you and presses little kisses all over your face. Still breathless, he asks

“Have I told you today that I love you?” with a chuckle.

The Ability to Fathom (Chapter I)

✧ Pairing: jungkook // reader ✧ Rating: 18+ ✧ Genre: brother's best friend, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, college au ✧ Word Count: 9,5k ✧ Status: to be continued ✧ Warnings: intense pining, dirty thoughts (??), explicit language, masturbation ✧ Summary: You are shocked when your friends reveal their theory: Jungkook, your brother's annoying best friend, has a crush on you. A bad one. However, the more you become aware of the way he acts around you, the more you begin to wonder. ✧ Author's Note: this is just a silly little thing to help me get over myself and get better at writing. i hope u enjoy because these two have been with me for like a year lol

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It's an overcast Monday afternoon when your friends decide to drop the bomb. A Monday is a weird day to drop a bomb to begin with, but it is an even weirder day to drop The Bomb.

"Jungkook is so fucking hot", Taehyung sighs from beside you. You also sigh, but definitely not out of awe like your friend is.

"And disgusting", you add as you observe Jungkook running after a soccer ball, drenched in your university's signature colors from head to toe.

Ball games have always seemed ridiculous to you. He looks like a possessed primate or something of the sort.

Taehyung smirks. "Maybe, but in the best way so. Like he would eat out your ass and hungrily make out with you after."

Your mouth falls open. "Ew, Tae! I had no idea you thought of him like that!"

How anyone could think like that of Jungkook, your brother's annoying best friend and bane of your existence, was a mystery to you. But the better half of campus appeared to be magically drawn to the boy. And apparently your friend had fallen victim too.

Taehyung angles his head towards you. "Oh, I don't think of him like that. I'm only sharing what I imagine is going on in your head. You know, since you keep ogling him like a love-sick puppy."

Ji-eun, your other best friend, shakes her head in agreement. "That is exactly what I imagine her thoughts to be like. Every time she looks at him, I hear something like Please, shove those long, tattooed fingers up my-"

"What?", your voice sounds shrill. However, a little hysteria is only appropriate. "We're talking about the same Jungkook, are we? Jeon Jungkook? Because if we are, I think I'm going to be sick right now!"

The thought of Jungkook and you doing sexual activities was indeed very upsetting to your stomach. Also, you had just downed an entire liter of overpriced soda in the span of 10 minutes. Bad timing.

"Is there any other Jungkook that you are undeniably in love with, and that is undeniably in love with you too?", Taehyung counters.

You look over at Ji-eun for help because surely, she can't also have lost her mind. But all hope dies within the next few seconds.

"Come on, __, how much longer are we going to keep pretending?", she asks.

"Keep pretending what? ", you choke out.

"Well, the list is long", she starts. "First off, there is the fact that you two are at least three months overdue to fuck each other. Instead, you've been pulling at each other's hair like seven-year-olds who don't know any other way to express their romantic interest."

"Fu..." You can't even pronounce the word properly. "Jungkook?"

Taehyung lowers his chin encouragingly. "Yes, fuck Jungkook. However, in your case, the term 'making love' would be much more appropriate."

"What is going on with you two?", you whisper scandalized, looking back and forth between your best friends with wide eyes.

"If you want the whole backstory: Taehyung and I had a talk this morning", Ji-eun states.

"You had a talk this Monday morning?"

This had to be a dream, because there was just no way. It was Monday, for God's sake.

"Exactly. And we've decided that we are sick of it. We've been quietly observing this whole spiel for too long", she takes a deep breath. "You see, we genuinely wanted the two of you to figure this out by yourselves, like adults. Maybe go on a date. Kiss a little. Confess your undying affection. But clearly-"

"Hold on, I think I need a break-"

"clearly, you two are just incompetent idiots. And we are so tired. You get that, right, __? There is only so much sexual tension our poor souls can handle. And you two crossed that limit", she huffs. "A long time ago."

Your mouth is hanging wide open after her little speech and your jaw only drops further towards the ground with Taehyung's next words.

"Also, you are kind of breaking Jungkook's heart at this point."

"Breaking Jungkook's heart? Are you insane?", you cross your arms over your chest. "Seriously, what the hell are the both of you on? You're trying to fuck with me, aren't you?"

When they don't answer, the only option you see for yourself is to slap your palm flat against your cheek with as much force as one can possibly use when hitting oneself. 

"Oh shit ", you wince.

Immediate regret washes over you as half of your face begins to sting from the strength you mustered only to prove that this was in fact not a dream.

Ji-eun shakes her head at you pityingly. "See, __, this is exactly where the problem lies. You are not only oblivious as heck, but you are also incredibly dumb."

You clutch your reddened cheek.

"But don't worry. This is where we come in", Taehyung's good-natured tone is always a welcome contrast to Ji-eun's harshness. "As your best friends and saviours."

"No, Taehyung, this is where you come in as my clue to start looking for anti-schizophrenia pills as soon as possible", you veto.

You and Jungkook have known each other for what seems like three lifetimes too long. Not only because he grew up next door, but also because he and your brother Jimin decided to spend every waking second glued to the other's hip from the moment they met. Not once has your relationship crossed the line of annoying the living hell out of each other.

So you genuinely don't understand where all of this is coming from.

"The thing is, __, we know your story. You're from a small town, socially awkward, never had a boyfriend. Like, no male genitalia has even ever been in the vicinity of you. Of course you wouldn't get it, you poor thing!", Ji-eun coos. "So now we are going to spell it out for you nice and slow, with easy words so that even your disappointment of a brain is going to-"

"Can you stop being so mean?"

"So that even your disappointment of a brain is going to understand. When we first arrived on campus and, wait, Taehyung, can you take over? I'm getting a little out of breath."

You watch as she fans the cool spring air onto her face.Unbelievable.

"Sure. It is a tragic story", Taehyung continues dutifully. "When we first arrived on campus and Jungkook lifted you up and spun you around like you were lovers who had been tragically separated we thought why didn't this traitor tell us she had a boyfriend. Remember? But then you explained that he is just like a second brother to you. With him being Jimin's best friend and all that..."

You have trouble following along with how quickly he is sputtering nonsense.

"Yeah, so that belief lasted approximately for the next hour we saw you two interact. And then we figured, oh she doesn't know ", Ji-eun adds. "For a while, we decided to have fun with it and use your idiocy as a source of easy entertainment. Watch as you two danced around one another. But all that initial fun quickly turned into frustration. Because really, how can two people be so utterly stupid-"

"Stop being mean!", you whine, but of course, she babbles right over you.

"I won't, because beating around the bush apparently doesn't work so well with you!", she throws her hands up. "And here comes the fateful moment where we break it to you: All this time you have been entirely misinterpreting Jungkook's social cues and he has actually been harbouring the biggest crush on you!"

She looks at you expectantly, like she is waiting for your grand enlightenment.

As you stay silent, she urges you on.

"Yes! Every time you insisted he was just teasing you for the fun of it, he was teasing you because he is dying to be your babe, your man, your one and only! And you never knew! How silly! "

Taehyung and her laugh like they have just told a hilarious inside joke. Meanwhile your throat feels as dry as sandpaper.

"I get that all of this might be a little bit of a shock for you", Taehyung says empathetically. "But is it really? I mean, you must've at least had a suspicion!"

Suddenly, laughter of your own begins to splutter from your throat. It makes more noise than you would normally dare to at a soccer game, but you can't seem to stop yourself, no matter how insane you might look.

You feel insane.

With the last waves of laughter ebbing through your body, you catch a single tear from the corner of your eye. "You guys are actually so funny."

That is when Ji-eun and Taehyung's contented expression morphs into one of horror.

"Wait, this is not a joke-"

"Good one", you clap.

Ji-eun looks earnestly panicked. "Fucking hell Tae, what are we supposed to do with her?"

The latter drops his head into his hands. "Kill her. I don't care about the consequences anymore."

"It was funny, I'll give you that", you grin at them. "But this was a little too elaborate, even for you."

Taehyung and Ji-eun have never looked at you in such seriousness before.

"We are going to dissect her body very, very slowly", Ji-eun whispers.

"Yeah, me too."

You flinch in surprise at your brother's voice. Your friends' antics had been so distracting that you hadn't even noticed the game ending and Jimin trotting over to where your group was one of the only ones left to lounge around the auditorium.

You cross your arms over your chest. "What did I do this time?"

"Why are you wearing Jungkook's jersey instead of mine?", Jimin questions in turn.

"Oh."

You sheepishly glance down at the 09 imprinted on your shirt. With the words of the previous accusations still ringing in your ears, you can't help but blush a little. It doesn't do you any good that you see Jungkook approaching your group in the corner of your eye.

"Well, he said he was going to buy me ice cream if I did."

"You're lucky this was only a practice game. Saturday in two weeks you better wear mine." Jimin ruffles through your hair. "I need you as my good-luck charm for the real thing."

"Request declined", Jungkook slings an arm around Jimin's shoulder. "She's my good-luck charm. Did you see the goal I just scored?"

"I'm not anyone's good-luck charm", you cross your arms over your chest. "However, I'm a slave to whoever is willing to buy me the most ice cream."

You look between Jimin and Jungkook expectantly, waiting for either of the two to bite your bait.

It doesn't surprise you that Jungkook does at once. "Be my slave. I'll double the amount. Ice cream today and Saturday in two weeks."

The offer seems to convince you easily enough. "Sorry, Jimin. Unless you come up with a better deal you'll have to find another good-luck charm."

You send Jimin an apologetic look, but just as he didn't really care, you weren't really sorry. It was free ice cream, after all.

"This is a date, by the way", Jungkook announces. 

"I hate you two", Jimin grumbles in turn.

Jungkook presses an obnoxious kiss to your brother's cheek. "I love you too, bro."

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, almost as much as you love __."

You try to hold back the groan threatening to slip from your throat.

Jungkook and Jimin's teasing wasn't anything out of the ordinary but with the very obvious looks that Tae and Ji-eun were sending each other over your shoulder, you suddenly felt weird. Like you weren't quite catching on to something very obvious.

You try to shake the feeling. "Whatever, just change and buy me my ice cream. I don't have all night."

Jungkook complies in seconds, already turning around as he winks. "Will do, busy girl."

"He's whipped", Taehyung mumbles under his breath.

You don't even scold him for dragging out the joke that Jungkook And __ Together was to a point that felt uncomfortable, because you are shortly distracted by Jungkook's thighs as he jogs over the green grass.

Why does he look so incredibly similar to a chicken?, you think to yourself.

"She's whipped", Ji-eun eyes you thoughtfully.

Jimin crosses his arms over his chest. "Fuck them both." 

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Your friends' words keep circling around your head as you make Jungkook keep his promise of treating you to ice cream.

He looks a bit different from when you last saw him before he left for college. His brown locks have grown long enough to where he could easily tie them back them if he wanted to, and his once lanky arms are decently muscular now. Not to mention that he had gotten an ungodly amount of tattoos that now prettily adorned his skin. Also, randomly, he had grown into his nose.

In conclusion: There is not a single cell in your body that feels attracted to him.

"Can you believe Tae and Ji-eun actually tried to convince me you had a crush on me today?", you splutter just as he places your chocolate ice cream in front of you.

He freezes. "What?"

"Ridiculous, right?", you laugh with your mouth already full. "I mean, come on! Us? Together? Never in a million years!"

He looks almost dazed and the amused expression on his face resembles a grimace. But you are too busy digging into your ice cream to notice.

"Huh", he clears his throat. "No, totally. Haha. Never. How did they even come up with something like that?"

"Don't ask me!", you giggle. "I think they were just bored. You know they despise soccer..."

Internally, Jungkook curses you.

He wanted to scream Your friends are fucking right! I want a tattoo of your face! I've been in love with you since fucking middle school!

But for very obvious reasons he couldn't dare to make his little obsession known to you anytime soon. The most pressing of those reasons was that the mere thought of him liking you seemed to make you laugh.

So instead he had to watch you sit much too far away from him, in his jersey, looking tenfold more delicious than the his ice cream and keep doing what he has been best for the last ten years: treat you like something similar to a little sister.

Pine after you quietly and lace his words with mockery. Hide behind meaningless insults.

"You still eating that?", he asks in the process of pulling your half-eaten bowl of ice cream towards himself. He knows the answer already.

Still, the look of horror on your face is too good to miss out on. "Yes, of-freaking-course I am!"

His heart skips a beat or two when your fingers wrap around his wrist in an attempt to win back your treat. "Give it back, you greedy ass! You have an entire bowl for yourself!"

For good measure he tries to pry your beloved ice cream further towards himself, struggling against your tight grip.

"Jungkook", you whine in response, drawing out the word.

He almost loses his mind at the sound of your voice and decides that it is enough for now. He'll make you touch him again later...

Swiftly, he frees himself from your grip, and gives into the voice in his head that urges him to just go a little bit further.

So he tugs the bowl toward him and gulps down an obnoxiously big spoon of the treat.

"This is what I get for looking ridiculous in your stupid jersey all afternoon?", you ask in disbelief.

He puffs out his cheeks. "Ridiculous? In my jersey? Such accusations reduce compensation by at least two more spoons."

Across from him your lips form a pout and consequently, his heart swells to a point that is almost painful. He quickly pushes the bowl back in your direction.

After all, he has to drawn the line somewhere, or he might just melt into a puddle by your feet and have you walk all over him without a sparing him a second glance. Not that he would mind, really.

"Kidding", he grins, and you wordlessly dig back in.

While he is sure all you think about is your food, all he can think about is how this was an indirect kiss. Has probably happened around one hundred times and didn't mean a thing to you. But he can't take his eyes off the way your lips wrap around the plastic spoon.

The semi in his pants certainly doesn't make him feel any less gross either.

God, why did he always turn into such a hormonal mess when he was around you?

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Not much later, when Jungkook drops you off in front of your dorm, your phone chimes.

GET THAT abcDefghiJK

Tae added you.

Tae added Ji-eun.

You: don't we already have a group chat?

Tae: indeed, we do

Tae: look at the group name though Tae: this a special one

Ji-eun: isn't that right bitch Ji-eun: AND there's rules Ji-eun: first of all

Ji-eun: @__ does not get to talk

You: i'm exiting

Ji-eun: NO WAIT

Tae: calm down Tae: she won't actually leave Tae: you know she's all bark no bite

You: i am ALL bark ALL bite you motherfucker

Just to prove your point, you exit the group. Mere seconds later, Taehyung has re-added you.

Tae: be a good pet then, and behave for your owners

Ji-eun: 🤢 ur making me contemplate leaving too

Tae: you know you won't Tae: anyway

Tae: let me welcome you officially to "GET THAT abcDefghiJK"

Tae: credits to Ji-eun at this point for the creative name

Ji-eun: thank you Ji-eun: for your information Ji-eun: this group is a safe space where tae and i get to talk and you shut up and follow our orders

You: what is all of this about i'm tired You: and why does it feel like i was involuntarily added to some bdsm facebook group

Ji-eun: can you not tell from the title? Ji-eun: gosh, you really keep proving my point

Ji-eun: you don't have a single functioning brain cell

Ji-eun: should've named the chat "enjoy your last days before i strangle you, dumb bitch"

You: degradation i see You: and choking too You: why are u using ME to live out all your kinky fantasies though

Tae: __ you do NOT Tae: and i repeat DO NOT Tae: get to speak

Ji-eun:!!!!!! Ji-eun: this group is like a pin board of reminders for you Ji-eun: a pin board of reminders that jungkook is dying to get into your panties Ji-eun: view it as a gift

Tae: whenever he makes obvious advances Tae: and you are too enchanted by his sheer presence to see it Tae: expect to receive a notification

You immediately groan. So they hadn't actually been joking then. They really believed Jungkook had some secret crush on you.

You: y'all are ridiculous

Tae has revoked @__'s rights to send messages into GET THAT abcDefghiJK.

Ji-eun: good thing we settled that

Incredulous, you look at your screen. Since when did WhatsApp even have that feature? Knowing Taehyung will put you back in within a heartbeat, there is no point in exiting the group either.

Tae: (1 image attached) Tae: here's some reference for your nightly masturbation sesh

Ji-eun: my god he IS hot Ji-eun: where did you even get that pic from

Tae: well, what can i say not even mr. campus hotshot is resistant to the charms of kim taehyung

Ji-eun: shhh don't make the baby jealous

Tae: don't worry @__ Tae: that pic is actually form his gaming insta that strangely enough only i and one other person have discovered so far Tae: and BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME Tae: i had some in-depth digging to do on __'s behalf

Ji-eun: actually Ji-eun: that other follower of @valorantxjeon is me

Tae: omg YOU BITCH

Ji-eun: we really are the bestest friends ever huh

Tae: SAY IT LOUDER

You subconsciously clench your teeth while watching one ridiculous message after the other pop up on your screen. There's a lot you have to say, namely Can you stop being ridiculous? or You are freaking delusional!, but clearly you don't get to share your opinion.

In truth, your friends' messages made you feel somewhat uncomfortable. Sure you were extremely open with one another and sexuality was never a taboo subject, but this was Jungkook.

To even think of him in a sexual context made shivers run down your spine. The bad kind.

You just hoped they would find some insubstantial campus drama to quench their first for entertainment soon. Because that was obviously all there was to this nonsense.

___

Or so you thought.

Just the next day, Ji-eun seems like she wants to make it very clear that she was very serious about this.

"Stop denying that he is the hottest human to ever walk this planet-"

"You can't be serious right now! Even at lunch?"

"Even at lunch!", Ji-eun spits. "The denial was maybe cute for a few weeks, but this, my friend, is beyond any sweetness!"

"I'm not in denial! Why do you keep telling me-"

"Because I've had enough! The tension between you and Jungkook is killing everyone."

"What do you mean by everyone?"

Ji-eun looks at you pointedly. "I mean literally everyone. Name any random person on this campus and they will confirm in a heartbeat that you two are this", she makes a gesture with her fingers, "close to kissing romantically. Hell, even my parents pointed out Jungkook was whipped for you after they saw you two at the entrance ceremony."

"They did not! " You are genuinely shocked. "Stop messing with me, it's not funny!"

Ji-eun lets her head fall back, groaning loudly. "See, this is exactly what I am talking about! You are completely oblivious! It's just a matter of time until Jungkook can't take your stupidity anymore and confesses to you for real."

"Who is confessing to who?"

Why did Jimin always have to appear at the most inconvenient of moments? He didn't even deign hang out with you and your friends that often!

"None of your business!", you hastily rush out before either Ji-eun or Taehyung get the chance to share their crazy theories.

Jimin shrugs, letting the subject drop easily. Though you two were close, he wasn't usually interested in the gossip that you shared with your friends.

You are about to ask him about the call with your grandma you were planning for this afternoon, but he doesn't stay put for long enough.

With a powerful hit of his knee into Jimin's back, Jungkook effectively pushes your brother out of the way. Of course the man of the hour would trail behind your brother like a lost puppy. And of course he would act in a way that would only encourage your friends further in their conspiracies.

"Ow, you idiot-"

"Make some space", is the only thing Jungkook says, as he slides into the seat next to you. The fact that he almost shoves Jimin off of the bench in the process is something that he blissfully ignores.

"Good morning", he cheers into your ears. "Isn't it such a nice day? I love spring."

"God, you are so loud", you press your hand over your ear.

"Just happy to see you", he smiles at you widely.

Jimin smacks him across the back of his head at that. "Stop perving, Jungkook."

At the same time you hear a string of dings coming from your phone that you try your best to ignore. You really should've muted that damn group chat.

"You still eating that?", Jungkook asks completely ignorant, enthusiastically scanning the half-eaten burger that is sitting on your plate.

It looks less than appetising by now, but as soon as you push the plate towards Jungkook he digs in without hesitation. "Why do you always steal my food?"

Jungkook couldn't tell you the truth, which was something along the lines of I just want to share everything with you so that there are no lines between what is mine and what is yours anymore. That way you would also be mine.

So he shrugs his shoulders instead. "I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"It's only 11:30", you remind him, making a disgusted face at the way he devours the burger.

"So what? How do you think I build up all these muscles", he flexes his biceps in your face for a second. "It's all for the gains, babe."

"Don't say that ever again", you huff.

Jungkook mischievously smiles at you in response with a little bit of barbecue sauce dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Why, 'cause you like it too much?"

"No, because it makes me want to vomit."

"Oh, okay. Anyway. When are we hanging out next?", he moves on rather quickly.

"How about Thursday night? We still have to finish The Shining since someone decided to ruin it for us last time by starting to cry", Taehyung suggests, fixing Ji-eun in the process.

"You can't just not invite me, that's-", Ji-eun starts, offended, but she is interrupted by Jungkook midway.

"In fact, none of you losers are invited." To your horror, he pulls you closer against his side until your thighs are held flush against his next. "I meant __ and I."

"Of course, you meant __ and you", Ji-eun shakes her head in resignation.

God. You really had to convince Ji-eun and Tae that Jungkook couldn't be less interested in you. But Jungkook wasn't exactly making things easy for you.

"Sure, Jungkook, keep dreaming." You make it a point to sound as revoked as possible at his suggestion.

"Gleefully so", Jungkook grins, not without stuffing the last few fries on the plate into his mouth.

As expected, another set of dings interrupts the peace of this beautiful sunny morning.

Noticing the way you wince at the sound, Jimin curiously tries to pry your phone out of your hands. "Who is tha-"

"No one!", you shout a tad too quickly. "Probably just the chat for uh... my chemistry project."

He seems unconvinced. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Suddenly, you have to hold your breath. The reason being the way Jungkook stiffens beside you at your brother's question.

You shake your head at yourself. Tae and Ji-eun have made you paranoid!

"No!", you deny vehemently. "Not that it would be any of your business anyway."

Jimin seems disinterred to push any further, complaining about his horrible advanced mathematics professor instead.

Your gaze automatically wanders to Jungkook who is burning holes into the side of your head. You raise an eyebrow in question and he shakes his head and gulps down the last bite of the burger.

The same uneasy feeling of missing something that is right in front of you settles into your stomach and for the hundredth time today you curse your friends for planting weird ideas in your head.

Later, you absentmindedly scroll through all of the ignored text messages in your group chat, which are a lot. You decide not to pay them too much mind.

Each one is more infuriating than the previous anyway, the last ones being a dialogue about you clarifying that you didn't have a boyfriend earlier.

Tae: look at him chewing all satisfied

Ji-eun: right lolll he looked so scared for a second Ji-eun: don't you see what you are doing to him __??????

Tae: hahhhh young love

Ji-eun: makes people go fucking dumb

___

Ever since that morning, thoughts of doubt have been swirling around your head non-stop. You have become painfully aware of every single move Jungkook makes around you.

It doesn't help that Taehyung and Ji-eun use every chance they get to point out Jungkook's supposedly "telling" behaviour and your phone dings approximately every two seconds.

Every word and gesture you would have deemed innocent only two days ago makes you doubt your entire existence now, only because your friends have nothing better to do than try to convince you of something that is clearly nothing but a manifestation of their boredom.

Although you still don't think their nonsense has any truth to it, you can't stop your heartbeat from picking up when Jungkook is around you lately.

It isn't really a matter of getting flustered by the idea of Jungkook liking you, it's more that you are beginning to get scared he might actually be so horrendous at expressing his feelings that any of the following events could be taken as more than him trying to annoy you:

Tuesday, when you were planning your next trip back home with Jimin, he randomly snuck up behind you and started braiding your hair, resulting in a nest on your head. When he cackled and took pictures of you glaring at him, you suddenly heard Ji-eun's voice in your head, scolding you. Can't you see, he is doing this only to find some way to touch you?

That same night he sent you a picture of him and you when you were around 10 years old. It was the most awkward image you had ever laid your eyes on. Jungkook was two heads taller than you, showing off his bunny teeth in a wide smile, arm thrown loosely around your shoulder. You stood beside him in shirt that said It's a tea-shirt, your self-made pigtails painfully asymmetrical and your knees cut open and bruised form the many times you would crash your bicycle.

You had interpreted this random message as him trying to remind you of your questionable fashion choices when you were younger until some more texts popped up on your screen.

Jungkook: remember this day? Jungkook: you crashed your bike into my basketball basket

You: yeah you cried and told on me to your mom You: also you were TWELVE when that happened You: such a baby

Jungkook: LIAR Jungkook: i was nine at most Jungkook: and i remember you feeling so guilty that you baked me cookies and begged me for forgiveness for days

You: pfft begged for forgiveness in your dreams

Jungkook: want to know something? Jungkook: those cookies sucked ass Jungkook: tasted like actual grass Jungkook: bet u didn't wash your hands you nasty fucker Jungkook: but i pretended i liked em cause i was convinced we were going to get married one day

Your breath catches in your throat. He was what?

When you take a second too long to respond, Jungkook starts typing again.

Jungkook: haha Jungkook: until i hit puberty two months later and realised i was TERRIBLY mistaken

You sigh out the breath you didn't realise you were holding.

You: don't lie, you didn't hit puberty until you were like 17

It's only a day later when he sends you an up-close picture of his nostrils with the words daddy misses u that you regain a little confidence in his flirting abilities. He couldn't be flirting. There was simply no way.

No way he was trying to show genuine infatuation when he leaned in and bent over the popsicle between your fingers in the library a few days later. Licking and winking. Moaning a little too loud. Panic took hold of you, and looking around frantically, you clasped your hand over his mouth. And he licked that too. No way.

Or was there? These thoughts have been keeping you up night after night, and sometimes, in the dark of your bedroom, you allow your mind to wander to the what-ifs.

They are a thoroughly dangerous territory since you usually end up cursing yourself by the time you consider one of the following:

What if your friends were right and Jungkook really had a crush on you? What if the thundering in your chest when he was around meant you had a crush on him yourself? And worst: What if he didn't have a crush on you, but you were slowly starting to fall for him?

Be it as it may, you weren't going to find out any time soon because you were a Little Bitch and wouldn't ask him over your dead body.

Am I going crazy, or do you actually want to play with my hair, and kiss my forehead, and wander off into the sunset with me?

Yeah, no. Not going to happen.

___

It is a Sunday afternoon which means you are over at Jimin's apartment making use of the fact that your brother was always two steps ahead of you. Two years older, entered university two years earlier, lives in an off-campus apartment and has his own kitchen.

You hum to yourself, content with your brother's financial superiority as you chop up parsley and tomatoes for the pasta you were making.

You love cooking and the fact that Jimin's roommates were usually all buried in long overdue homework or out of the apartment at this time of the week ensured that you had this beautiful, shiny kitchen all to yourself.

Today was especially nice because the apartment's completely empty. Well, that is except for Min Yoongi, one of Jimin's roommates that you really didn't know much about. But he has been fast asleep for over 40 minutes now.

That is why it is all the more startling when your peace and quiet is interrupted by the loud rattle of the front door. A moment later Jungkook steps into the kitchen, panting like he has just run a marathon.

Your mouth drops open. His entrance was truly... uncharacteristic. Did he look... incredibly good?

"Oh hi, __", he greets you, out of breath, and not at all surprised by your presence.

You being here on Sundays was not unusual, after all. What was unusual was Jungkook being here on Sundays. What was even more unusual was him being here shirtless, with his hair soaked in sweat.

You avert your gaze immediately. "What are you doing here?"

You almost wince at how offended you sounded about him standing in his own kitchen.

"Uhm, I live here?", he answers matter-of-factly while opening the fridge for some water.

"Yeah, but it's Sunday and you are shirtless!", you accuse as if he has broken the rules. Which he had, in fact.

It takes a while for Jungkook to respond because he is busy leaning his head back to down an entire bottle of water in mere seconds. You can't help but gawk at the veins on his neck.

"What are you, a tank?", you complain at the risk of looking too hard.

He either doesn't hear you because of how loudly he is crushing the plastic bottle between his fingers, or he just chooses to ignore you.

"Well, I'm usually at the gym on Sundays but since the weather is so nice I decided to go on a run around the neighbourhood", he explains. "I have been sore for days now, so a full-blown gym session might've been a little too enthusiastic anyway. Coach has really been having it out for us."

Your brain shortcuts.

Jungkook. Sore. Muscles. Workout.

The reason behind your jumbled thoughts seems to be completely oblivious to your perplexity.

All Jungkook does is curiously lean forward to look over your shoulder. "What are you cooking?"

Why was he not freaking out? And since when was it okay for him to put his naked upper body so close to yours?

In an attempt to get some distance between the two of you, you shush him away with a kitchen towel. "Cooking, obviously. Go take a shower, Jungkook. You reek!"

He wipes away a few strands that had been sticking to his forehead. "I recently got a new tattoo."

"What? Don't change the subject!", you narrow your eyes at him, annoyed at how he was still standing there shirtless.

The only reason it bothered you so much was because Sundays were supposed to be relaxing and serene. A day of God. Not a day filled with your chest tightening at Jungkook's abs.

Not that you were religious.

"Yes, look", Jungkook holds your gaze before slowly letting it drop down onto his crotch. Then he takes it back up to you and licks his lips.

He was doing this on purpose!

"Yeah, sure, Jungkook!", you are about to turn away, thinking his not-so-subtle indication of a tattoo by his private area was complete nonsense. A tactic to drive you out of your mind, nothing new.

That is until he pushes the seam of his black shorts up towards his stomach.

To your surprise, he was not just messing with you. Part of his thigh was freshly inked. Though you couldn't see all of his tattoo because a large portion of the lines and shading disappeared under his boxers.

Maybe you were religious.

You flush a deep shade of red. "Why the hell are you showing me this? Are you not embarrassed?"

"Why should I be? As my friend you have to know every single detail about my body", he leans back against the counter, letting the seam of his shorts drop back into place.

"Why should you be embarrassed? It's a fucking anime tattoo! It's nerdy as shit and also I don't have or for that matter want to know anything about your bo-"

"Don't try to tell me I didn't catch you looking at hentai when you were fourteen."

Your breath gets stuck in your throat. Why would he bring that up? He has never brought that up! Not once.

"What is wrong with you?", you shriek. "And what does that even have to do with anything? Anime and hentai are two entirely different categories of animation and- and why the hell are you here on a Sunday, go shower you insufferable, little shi-"

He reaches behind you, almost touching his body to yours in the process and you freeze once again. Whatever it was that he was trying to get (and you aren't convinced there even was anything to get) he doesn't, because you push him away so forcefully that he stumbles back a few steps.

At this point, your heart is almost jumping out of your chest.

Jungkook on the other hand appears as unfazed as ever. He only giggles at your obvious bashfulness. "Okay, okay, I'll go take a shower."

He disappears... Not without dramatically combing his fingers through his hair as he turns.

Fuck him.

Minutes later, as you stir the pasta in a daze, realisation sets in. You just thought Jungkook was... hot? You definitely just thought Jungkook was hot!

You almost have a panic attack on the spot. You just found Jungkook so hot you got all shy and awkward!

Frantically, you check your period tracker. It must be a hormonal imbalance.

You huff out a relieved sigh. You aren't exactly sure how to correctly interpret each part of the female cycle but one look at the app seems to confirm that there was nothing to this but hormones.

Only the fact that he was conventionally attractive, and he was shirtless and had muscles and had tattoos and had long hair and had pretty eyes and had veiny arms and was sweaty which meant IT WAS ACTUALLY ALL BECAUSE OF THE PHEROMONES!

This also explains the way you weirdly want to crawl into his arms when he settles into the couch 15 minutes later, starting up a game of Minecraft on the living-room television.

You try your best to focus on the pasta boiling in front of you but every two seconds your eyes involuntarily wander to Jungkook. It's not fair! Why did he have to appear exactly the day it was least convenient because of your biological likeliness to find him sexy as fuck?

He shouldn't have worn that shirt, also. It's a basic white t-shirt, the kind that every single member of the human race owns and that does absolutely nothing to accentuate his body or skin tone and so he looks out of this world in it. So cozy and cute and comfortable. Could he have worn anything less flattering?

After two minutes of intensely staring at his side profile your entire body is hot and your brain is in shambles and you can't blame it on the steam coming from the pots on the stove.

You need to put a stop to this.

"Jungkook, I'm sorry, but you cannot be here any longer."

"Huh?"

"You have to leave. As soon as you can."

The corners of his mouth twitch. "Why exactly? Are you afraid I'll eat your pasta?"

You can't come up with a reason that doesn't sound as ridiculous as I just saw you shirtless and now I don't know how to act because you're hot and the last few days I've been feeling weird about you and now I am scared shitless!

"No, just because", you put your hands on your hips. "... I am here on Sundays!"

"You do realise that this is my apartment, right?", he deadpans.

He has a point. "Yes, but-"

"I'll just help you", he decides and gets up.

"What? No! That's not at all-"

"Shh~", he presses a finger against his lips and you are inclined to strangle him.

Even though the kitchen was marvellous it wasn't exactly huge, and being in such close proximity to Jungkook was the exact opposite of what you needed right now in order to keep your sanity intact.

"I'm a good cook, trust me."

He was indeed not a good cook at all.

After only five minutes, the kitchen looks like a mess as a consequence of his attempt at opening a can of chopped tomatoes with a pair of scissors. Most of the contents have landed in your hair and you are now holding the scissors against this chest.

"I swear to God, Jungkook, if you don't leave this room right now, I'm going to sta-"

"What the fuck is all of this noise about?"

Blinded by fury, you didn't even notice the door to Min Yoongi's room opening and him peeking out with his eyes closed to slits that replicate your own.

"She is trying to murder me, Yoongi!", Jungkook accuses and you muse that he genuinely looks scared, grabbing the counter behind him with white knuckles. Good.

Sheepishly, you tug the scissors behind your back. "He is interrupting my peaceful afternoon. I am only-"

"Why is there tomato in your hair?", Yoongi grumbles. "Why is there tomato all over the fucking kitchen?"

Then he looks at Jungkook like a dad who is scolding his son. And he does exactly that. Scold him. Only using very inappropriate language.

"You dumb fucker. Can you be any more of an idiot? You're trying to get her to like you, not spill fucking canned tomatoes over her head!"

Your mouth drops open. The reason being that even Min Yoongi thinks Jungkook has a crush on you.

"Sit down, kids. I'll take care of this mess", Yoongi shoos you out of the dirty kitchen before you have time to think. "Actually, go clean __'s hair, Jungkook. And try not to be a dick for once."

You glare at Jungkook the entire 10 minutes he takes to fish each read clump out of your hair with an apologetic yet amused look on his face.

"Stop smiling, asshole."

"Your hair is so pretty", he sighs dreamily, paying you no mind.

"Why are you always so-"

"Did you notice I finished cleaning it up like 5 minutes ago?"

"What? Then why in the world-"

"You've always liked it when I play with your hair."

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you right off.

"Nuh-uh, don't say a thing. I just saw you close your eyes for a good thirty seconds."

"Pfft", you feign ignorance, too proud to admit that he is right. "Only because I can't stand looking at your ugly face."

"Whatever you say, sweet cheeks."

He runs his fingers over your scalp once again. Accidentally, you shudder. And he looks. Very closely.

All at once, he gets up, coughing awkwardly.

"You should probably take a shower. I can't get rid of this shit without water."

Before you have time to protest, he has closed the door behind himself, shouting through the thin barrier. "I'll leave some clothes in front of the bathroom for you."

For the next few minutes, you try to burn away the memory of Jungkook's fingers in your hair with an excruciatingly hot shower. It works semi-well, considering you now do not only feel hot on the outside but also on the inside.

When you step out into the living room in Jungkook's clothes, the hot feeling inside your chest spreads out all the way to the pit of your stomach.

His eyes fall on you and widen.

In place of the stupid comment that you half-expected, all he does is scan you with his bottom lip tugged away beneath his teeth.

From your wet hair to your toes in his white socks you're all covered in him, he thinks. His shampoo, his clothes, the traces of his fingertips. His, his, his. How can he blur the lines further and make it ours? And why is his brain suddenly working like that of a dog trying to mark its territory?

Yoongi finally breaks the spell with a not-so-subtle step on Jungkook's foot. "Let's eat, children."

Then, and you aren't sure whether you only imagine it, he mumbles under his breath. "Before he loses his shit entirely."

The dinner is simultaneously uneventful and surprising. It is uneventful because Yoongi and you both clearly aren't the type of person to make conversation with a stranger and Jungkook is oddly quiet for once.

It is also surprising because Yoongi is an outstandingly great cook. Personally, you had taken him more for the type to eat old cigarettes out of a metal ashtray. Never judge a book by its cover, you guess.

Jungkook for his part is feeling all warm and fuzzy. The light is igniting your face from behind and you look closer to the angel he knows you are. For a bonus, you are letting your hair air dry, and he gets to see it in its natural, messy state which is an unusual occurrence.

He wants to have you close so badly.

He knows it's not right because you are so incredibly out of his league, so far out of his reach, he shouldn't even dare to outstretch his hands.

You are beautiful in a way that goes beyond his ability to fully fathom. But ever so often, the fundamentals of the idea that lie behind Your Beauty scratch the surfaces of his understanding. That's when he gets a taste of something that is almost too much for him to stomach.

That way he also knows he doesn't deserve to even think of you.

But he is weaker than some held him accountable for. He couldn't stop himself from letting his mind wander to places he knew would drive him downright psychotic. At night when he wrapped his hand around himself or right now when his shirt fell down your shoulder and exposed your neck and he wanted to pull you down onto the couch in the living room, hidden away beneath him, and kiss you stupid.

He didn't fantasise about things that went beyond innocent most of the time. Just little pecks and sweet nothings whispered into your skin that he would carefully caress. Your smile directed at him, and only him.

If he could choose one dream of his to come true it would not be that you allowed him to do these things with you.

That couldn't possibly be enough, no.

If he could choose one dream of his to come true, it would be that you wanted him to do these things with you too.

How sweet would it be to have you want to whisper to him, fuck him, smile at him and only him?

But the universe has a funny way of pointing out to him in bright colours that you liking him back was about as likely as him getting over you. Fucking perfect.

"Somebody care to explain to me what the heck is going on here?", Jimin aggressively throws the door of the apartment shut behind him.

Jungkook startles out of his trance-like state soon enough to see you looking up at your brother with raised eyebrows.  "Sorry that we ate without you?"

"Yes, I am also terribly sorry that my little sister and my best friend are having a fucking candlelight dinner without me", Jimin stumps across the floor, not bothering to take his shoes off and pulls Jungkook up by the back of his shirt. "I'm even more sorry that my sister is wearing my idiot best friend's clothes."

You swallow hard. Where the fuck had Yoongi gone? And when had he lit those candles? "This is not what it looks like, I swear!"

At the same time, Jungkook punches Jimin in the stomach. "Better get used to it, motherfucker."

Why did he always have to nullify your efforts?

You shoot him an exasperated look and he swears you are so hot, but oh so cruel.

___

It's a Friday night when Jungkook realizes that, once again, he is royally fucked.

The night had started out innocently enough. Practice had been going well and after he had broken a good sweat Jayden offered him some of the good weed in the locker room, which of course he didn't deny.

He wasn't an idiot.

So he got high with some of his teammates. High as fuck, actually. And it had been great. All fun and dandy.

Until he entered that damned Italian restaurant.

Just as his luck had it, you and your group of friends had also decided to enjoy the fine dining services offered at El Torero that very evening. (The fact that this Italian restaurant had a Spanish name also really messed him up.)

Which wouldn't have been as tragic as he made it out to be if you weren't so pretty.

Which also wouldn't have been as tragic, if he could go through with his plan of pretending he didn't notice your presence.

But Jimin spotted you right away and loudly greeted you across the restaurant, his teammates following suit and before he knew what was happening to him he was cramped into a tiny booth with way too many people and you way too close.

And so he had to watch you, high as a kite.

The problem there should be obvious.

"Mine would be Antarctica", you announce on the topic of dream travel destinations. 

"Antarctica? Are you crazy?", Jayden looks at you like you have two heads.

"Why not?", you retort. "Seeing penguins in the wild is at the very top of my bucket list and besides I imagine it to be so cozy. It would be freezing cold outside but you would still go on little adventures every day. And then the rest of time you get to spend inside the cruise ship with your travel buddies."

Your eyes sparkle enthusiastically as you imagine yourself somewhere far across the ocean.

Jungkook stares at the side of your head, so obsessed.

If only he knew more about the subjects that you were passionate about so he could talk to you about them and get a taste of how magnificent your brain truly was. He wanted to take a look deep inside of it only to find he was an insignificant scumbag by comparison.

Maybe you would realise soon enough just how inferior he truly was, and being the generous soul that you were, you would take pity on him. Then you would sit him down and explain to him exactly how the world worked. Then maybe, he would be able to see what you see. How much more colourful would the world be then?

He imagines it would be like turning the brightness of his phone screen up at night.

"What about you, Jungkook?"

He is so caught off guard by the question, his eyes take a while to make out who even addressed him.

Ji-eun looks at him expectantly from across the table.

"Huh? What?", he asks dumbly. 

"Your dream travel destination", Taehyung helps him out.

"Oh", Jungkook's mind is as blank as an empty sheet of paper. "Antarctica?"

Jungkook winces as Jimin throws a cold fry at him. "Stop being in love with my sister!"

Jungkook kicks Jimin under the table. "Then have a less perfect sister."

You lean your head on Taehyung's shoulder, looking somewhat bored by the conversation.

Little does Jungkook know, you are currently wishing death upon him on the inside. You felt like he was making fun of you with his constant teasing. While you were slowly starting to like him more an more he made a literal joke out of flirting with you.

All the while, Jungkook is praying to God that he might be granted the opportunity to spontaneously reincarnate as Kim Taehyung. Jungkook wanted your shoulder resting on him. 

"We should go together for our honeymoon, Kook", you decide to tease back. Maybe you playing along with Jungkook's little games would help your subconscious realize that this was all you would ever be to Jungkook. A game.

Jungkook marbles at the nickname, has to consciously fight the urge to shudder at the way it rolls off your lips. Somehow, it sounded almost like an insult but he doesn't really care. 

"Stop being in love with me, __", he mimics Jimin's words form earlier and you roll your eyes so hard they almost get stuck. 

The conversation quickly moves along after that but Jungkook has happily drifted off, completely engrossed by your presence. 

He absolutely loves the way your lips move when you talk. You are so smart and outspoken and-

"Shit", he curses under his breath, barely audible.

Jayden smirks, having watched him with great amusement this entire time. "What was that, Kook?"

"Nothing. I-", Jungkook coughs. "I totally forgot. Haha. I have an assignment to hand in 'till twelve."

Jungkook flees. There is no other option, really. It is either rushing out of the restaurant like he is being chased by a heard of mammoths or flashing the hard-on that would soon form in his pants at the entire restaurant.

As soon as he has locked the doors of his car behind him, his head lands on a steering wheel with a loud thump. He sighs in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

How much longer could he stand living like this?

Jungkook felt like he was slowly but surely reaching his breaking point. Being so close to you, yet unable to be with you in the way he desired so badly quite literally drove him insane.

It made him act like a love-sick, hormone-driven idiot. It messed him up to the point where he couldn't be in the same room as you anymore and had to cowardly hide in his car instead.

The painful throbbing of his cock makes Jungkook chuckles at himself.

Was he really going to do this? Drive off and jerk off to the thought of you? Just how much more pathetic could he get?

When he experimentally wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, his grip is so tight that it hurts.

And it should. He deserved the pain if he was really going to go through with this.

And he knew, he just knew, he was. There was simply no way he could resist. 

So he hits the pedal and tries to focus on the road. It would be the literal epitome of humiliating if he crashed right now.

A few minutes later he comes to a halt on the side of a quiet road. Thinks the spot fits the whole vibe of What the fuck is wrong with you? quite excellently. 

And then he hands himself over to a deeply familiar and well-practiced process.

Even after all these years, it's still the same as when he was alone at night in his bedroom at fourteen years old. And though he finds the way it all unfolds almost comical, it doesn't get any less exciting.

The guilt always sets in first. He thinks self-deprecating thoughts like how he shouldn't do this, shouldn't want you.

At the same time, the rubbing on his cock is so frantic that his hand clashes against the steering wheel several times and each time he gets more embarrassed.

What would you say if you saw him like this? All desperate and brain-dead because you made him so?

He doesn't even want to know. You would probably be spooked.

Another habit that had formed years ago when there was nothing but thin walls separating your houses, was that he wouldn't dare to let your name slip past his lips. When he was younger he feared that if he whispered it just a tad too loudly, the wind would carry the sound to your window.

Somehow that fear endured until now, where he was scared that even across the many miles that separated you, you would hear his quiet pleading and come to laugh right at his face.

But he couldn't help himself tonight.

"__", he sighs as softly as he can and tries to take it back the next second. Can't. "Fuck. Fuck."

Jungkook has to stop for a moment, his wrist hurting and heart pounding.

The effect of the weed has started to wear off a while ago but now he was on a different kind of drug. Now he was high on the thought of you.

That drug does him so well that his fingers wander back down to his cock almost automatically to toy with it. So good that his head sinks back against the headrest.

In a different universe where you met under different circumstances, would you be here with him, your hands stroking his thighs encouragingly?

God, he would love for you to watch. Just sit beside him in the passenger seat and tell him he was doing good. He would be so good for you, he swore.

After that, it doesn't take long until he is gently rocking up into his own hand, releasing straight into it to the thought of your eyes on him.

Attention-whore, he scoffs at himself while wiping his hands in the dark fabric of his jeans.

___

You stare at the back of your classmates head, the voice of your professor but a mere background noise. 

Jungkook And __ Together was anything but a joke to you anymore. Only that you couldn't quite grasp the idea that lay behind it.

Did Jungkook And __ Together mean the very thing it implied?

Did Jungkook like you? Did you like Jungkook? Did you like each other? Were you beginning to like him in ways that were very different to the sisterly affection you felt for him before?

You try to shoo the stupid boy with his stupidly fluffy hair and stupidly glowy skin out of your thoughts. Only to spontaneously remember the way he looked that Sunday, sitting on the couch freshly showered. 

God, you had to focus!

And not on Jungkook's thigh-tattoo replaying over and over again in the mental cinema that has been your mind for the past week!

✧ thank you for reading! i hope u enjoyed. in any case lmk your thoughts if you the have time to share bc i'm desperately trying to get better at this whole thing. btw im alr working on chapter 2 but it'll probably take at least a few more weeks until it is ready to post. in the meantime let's all enjoy spring! hope u have a great time and plenty sunny days!

𔘓 ː personal diary: page 1 – jungkook (m)

⇥ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: getting head for the first time

⇥ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boyfriend!jungkook x female reader

⇥ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐮: m/18+ | smut, pwp, established relationship

⇥ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.7k+

⇥ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: kissing, strong language, mention of cybers*x and sending n*des, exhibitionism, slight h*ndjob, bl*wjob, hair pulling, messy bj, c*m swallowing, dacryphilia, jk in grey sweats is a warning itself 😵‍💫

⇥ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: first part of the Personal Diary. if you wanna get tagged for the rest of the pwp drabble series, just comment on this post and lmk your age ;)

⤷ PERSONAL DIARY MASTERPOST (coming soon)

The panic is visible on Jungkook’s eyes as you get down on your knees with a teasing smile on your lips which you tried so hard to hide by biting on the soft flesh.

Both of you were talking about your kinks, and Jungkook happened to share how much he wants you to suck him off in front of the huge glass windows. Thus, that’s the reason behind your current situation.

Eyes glancing up at him with so much innocence, which will trick everyone into thinking that you’re innocent. But Jungkook knows. Being in a relationship with you for over six months, he knows all of your little tactics to make him fall into your trap which made him forget that he was supposed to eat you out, not the other way around. But, it’s already too late.

Your hands travel up to the tensed muscle of his thighs, mouth watering at the visible tent poking underneath from his grey sweats. “Can I?” you ask him, motioning towards his pants with your eyes.

He gulps before nodding his head. Thin layer of sweat already started to form on his head and neck which glistened under the light that enters through the glass wall. You pull down his sweats, hastily throwing it beside you on the floor.

He didn’t even wear his boxers. Fucker.

Your gaze filled with lust, mouth agape. It’s not like this is your first time seeing his girthy cock, no. You’ve seen him multiple times when he’d send you pictures and videos of him jerking off at your thoughts or when you’d FaceTime him, but this is your first time seeing it from this close.

You inch closer to him, letting him feel your hot breath on his cock. You kiss the tip that’s already oozing precum, his cock stands hard and tall against his stomach. You open your mouth to give kitten licks, tasting the salty precum which spreads onto your taste buds.

“Stop teasing,” he groans before pulling your plaited hair in a messy ponytail, and jerking his hips forward to feel more of your lips around his cock.

You lick a broad stripe from the base to frenulum but your tongue never reaches the place he wants the most— the tip. You rub your tongue over the shaft, feeling him throb against your heavy, wet muscle.

Jungkook holds his throbbing cock in his hand, he taps it multiple times on your tongue, “spit,” he grunts, ordering you.

You do as he said, gathering spit inside your mouth before spitting on the tip. You keep your eyes connected with his; his eyes close by themselves almost immediately once you wrap your mouth around the bulbous head of his cock, your tongue licking the velvety skin before you push your head slowly, inch by inch taking him in wholly until your nose touches his pubic bone.

Spit drip down from the corner of your mouth, you slightly gag around him as his cock comes in contact with the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. You start bopping your head— slowly at first, wetting his cock with your spit completely. Your nails digging into Jungkook’s thighs, sight becoming blurry as tears run down your cheeks.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this—” Jungkook speaks breathlessly, and your pussy clenches at this sudden comment, you hum around him sending vibration through his body, making his hips buck inside your mouth. You drag your hand from the thigh to fondle his balls softly which tightens in your hold.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he warns you.

But you keep continuing your hand motion as you bop your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks. The rhythm of his thrusts increases, a deep moan ripple from his throat, cock throbbing as he fills your mouth with his hot cum. His hips stutter, as his thrusts become slow, emptying himself inside your mouth completely before pulling you up on his lap to kiss you passionately, without caring about the fact that you’ve just sucked him off.

“So…did you like it?” You break the silence first by asking him shyly.

“We’re gonna do this everyday— sure it wasn’t your first time?” He grins before planting a peck on your lips.

⇥ 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for reading. share your thoughts about my first little drabble by reblogs or sending an ask. feedbacks are always appreciated <3

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