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THIS IS SO FUXKINF CUTE ISTG 🥰 the way he always knew and tried to show, reader being stupid the whole time istg AND THE END I SWEAR HAD ME GRINNING LIKE A FOOL 😭

freesia | oneshot

⟶  pairing: jungkook x reader ⟶  word count: 7.2k ⟶  ♫ : take you home - baekhyun, good morning - kassy, freesia - bolbbalgan4 ⟶  themes & genres: childhood friends to lovers!au, semi-bad boy!jk | fluff ⟶  warnings: none ⟶  synopsis:

Just about all of Jungkook’s life had been spent in an endless cycle of smothering you with flowers in a silent confession, but you never seem to get it.

(You did. Eventually.)

The beginnings of the fickle emotion we adoringly call love had always been tricky; the concept being like a handful of sleek sand your palm could never really grasp. They say it hits you out of nowhere, but for Jungkook, love was all he ever knew—especially when it came to you.

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Love this so cute 🥰

LATE NIGHT SUBTLETIES AND A MILLION MORE CONTROVERSIES

Summary: Reader wakes up at night and doesn't find jungkook beside her but instead in the kitchen, cooking.

Fem!reader × Jungkook

Warnings/Tags: pure fluff, hurt/comfort, insecurity, mentions of stretchmarks, manhandling (A bit?), oc is nervous and restless, she's so in love it makes her jittery and overwhelmed 😭, jk being an absolute sweetheart, REASSURANCE, bit suggestive in the middle but nothing happens, they're so in love it hurts 😭😭💗 (pls tell me if you find any more warnings, I'll add them!)

Writer's note: why is it so hard to write kiss scenes‼️?? it's my second fic, It originally started as a pure fluff imagine but I couldn't help it and made it a bit sad, so now it fits into the hurt/comfort trope more 😭😭 I'm not very happy with how it turned out because it feels kinda personal and I pondered not posting it but here I am. I hope you guys like it! Also it gets better in the end👍😭

"It must be midnight," you thought to yourself as your eyes drifted open, adjusting to the darkness around you. You reached out to the other side of the bed, hoping to find security and warmth, hoping to find Jungkook—the one you sought for love and a sense of belonging. Surprisingly, all you could find was an empty mattress and bedsheets, as well as pillows cold from being unused. Quickly getting up, panic flooded in for a short moment. "Jungkook," you called out, receiving no answer. You walked to the living room, eyes searching for him, and that was when Jungkook caught your sight. He was in the kitchen, cooking god-knows-what with his back turned toward you. The room had a purplish hue due to the dimmed lights, and the atmosphere felt cold with the AC blasting at full temperature. Jungkook turned toward you, hearing your footsteps, giving you a slight smile that had a hint of slyness. You walked closer to him. You felt Jungkook's hand snake around your waist, and then strong tattooed arms lifting you up onto the cold marble countertop. You squirmed due to the sudden movement, gripping onto his shoulders for stability. "Oh my god," you exclaimed, earning Jungkook a chuckle. You rolled your eyes at him. "Hey, c'mon, it's fun!"

"Sure", you retorted. "Besides, why are you making ramen at 2:46 a.m", you mentioned, hitting his head lightly.

"I'm insomniac", stated Jungkook matter of factly. "Also I was bored since it's late and had nothing better to do, so naturally i decided to cook"

I tilted my head at him and hummed in response. He looked beyond beautiful right now. Sharing these little moments together felt so domestic yet special; I'd trade anything for them. Jungkook gave me a quick glance before I felt one of his hands on my thigh, pulling me closer to him so that he could place kisses all over my face and neck. I grinned at that, placing my hands in his hair.

"You're never going to give me a warning, are you?", you asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

He chuckled "And miss out on these reactions? Nah, I'm good".

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, taking his presence in as much as you could. You would never get enough of it, of him. You wanted to stare into his brown bambi eyes forever, and even that wouldn't be enough time. You felt his hand travelling up and down your legs, Jungkook could feel the dents made by the stretchmarks on your legs here and there. You tensed a bit as you felt the warmth of his hand lingering there a bit more longer than the other areas, afraid he might judge you or find them weird but it was evident in his eyes that he couldn't care less. Jungkook's face reflected nothing but the feelings of love, respect and infatuation he felt for you. You felt the cold metal of his rings on your thighs as the grip of his hand strengthened, his head shifting closer to you. You breathed in his scent, shifting slightly closer to him. You gulped nervously, trying to calm your nerves down, heart beating loud in your chest at Jungkook being so close to you, the amount of intimacy you were sharing. You'd experienced it a countless number of times, but it still made you feel all restless and timid. "You can touch me, y'know", he chuckled, and then you lost it. Completely.

"God, I KNOW, its just that the feelings I have for you is so overwhelming and intense plus I don't know what the fuck to do with them. Sometimes I wanna jump off a building because of these and I'm always scared if I say or do something wrong or weird. It just holds me back from doing so much. I have so much love for you and it's unreal and crazy but you'll never get to know it because guess what, I'm too fucking embarrassed to do anything", you rambled and put your hand in your head, feeling upset, guilty and a bit disappointed.

You felt him grab your wrists and pull your hands from your face, holding them. He seemed to be taking in the whole of what you said and understand it in depth instead if coming up with a sudden reply. He scooted his head closer to you, as if trying to emphasize what he was about to say "nothing you do comes off as weird or out of place to me, understand? I love you, I love you, I love YOU, I can't stress this enough. You can never make me tired or upset with you, I love all of your little habits and mannerisms and i'll memorise all of them to take care of you and make you feel safe and wanted. Also, holy shit, that's a lot to carry all at once, Y/N. I don't want you to feel so pressurised and stressed with me, love. I'll do my best to not let these feeling get to you. Besides, I can recognize how much you love me by all your little gestures and the things you say" You felt him grab your chin and turn your attention towards him. "I love you, okay? Don't doubt that". You felt his lips brush against yours, making your heart jump, it was the gentlest of kisses, without the desire for something another. It intensified slowly, his hands grabbing your waist, pulling you even closer, making you his body press against yours. Although it was without the anticipation of anything other than this moment you were sharing, not with his hands under your shirt or tangled up in your bra straps. It was one filled with love and innocence, one that was unwavering. You suddenly felt his lips part from yours, a move unlikely for him to do. But then it dawned on you - the food. He reached for the spatula in a sudden movement, trying to do something to make the food edible, at least, though it didnt look like anything could be done.

"Fuck, no, no no. Not the goddamn ramen. I really don't want to eat it burnt, ah" Jungkook conceded.

He held his head in his hands, sighing in a defeated manner. You felt bad for him, though you couldn't help but burst out laughing. He narrowed his eyes at you.

"What, you asshole. There's nothing funny about this".

You raised you hands as if to signify that you were not at fault. "Hey, it's your fault. You should've been more careful and not shifted your attention elsewhere."

"Okay well, nobody told you to wake up at 3 AM to come here and distract me, it's all your fault" Jungkook accused.

You let out a sigh, jumping down from the counter "Just order in food and we'll clean up the mess together"

"Absolutely not, your "cleaning up" never ends well. I'm just left out here all by my own" he teased, fake crying.

You gasped in a dramatic way, half-joking, half-bickering."That's so mean, you absolute shithead. I would clean it up just to spite you and prove you wrong, but y'know what? I'm too tired. Good 4 me though, I'm saved from work" You shrugged.

"Just admit you can't do it" he retorted, putting the dishes in the sink, smiling the whole time.

"Not in my life, never."

Just tooth rotting fluff and I love it fr 😭 Jungkook and Ara?!?! ADORABLE Jiwoo and Changmin?!?! ADORABLE

Dresses and Weddings

Pairing: Idol-Married!Jungkook x OC

Summary: Jungkook might be 33, but his idol career is still steady as ever, despite being engaged and with two kids born outside marriage. He's surprised, as is his finacée, over how well the fans are taking it.

cw/tw: Just fluff and domestic, wedding planning.

Note: Ara (youngest, daughter), 5 years old, Changmin (oldest, son), 17 years old. And everyone who's tagged, I'm sorry, I need “comments”

''Jungkook, don't worry about it. I'll take care of the dishes, you promised ARMY a live''

Jungkook looked at his finacée. ''Are you-''

Jiwoo placed her hands on his chest and pecked his lips. ''You go have a live, now. I'll take care of the dishes and the kids''

The man smiled. He was the luckiest man in the world with such an amazingly understanding fiancée. ''Okay fine. But don't hesitate to shout if you need help with anything''

Jiwoo sighed and shoved her soon-to-be husband out of the kitchen. She shook her head and chuckled slightly. ''Aish, he's impossible''

''Eomma, you're being mean to appa''

Jiwoo turned to her daughter and smiled. ''No sweetie, appa is impossible. That's not being mean, usually. It's just, he always wanna help eomma. Appa never does anything for himself anymore''

Ara giggled and handed her plate to her mother. ''So you mean appa is too nice?''

''Aish- no, he's perfectly nice. Now, let eomma do the dishes then we'll go look for a nice dresses for you, okay? Changmin, you're also going. I don't care if you don't want a tux, you're wearing one!''

Ara smiled and nodded happily. She loved dresses and pretty things. She walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. A moment later Bluey was heard through the house.

Changmin, who wasn’t a huge fan of fancy clothing, groaned. But he also didn’t want to ruin his parents wedding, so he could accept it this once. And he knew girls liked a man in a suit.

''You know what? Fine, Eomma. Only this once because it’s your wedding'' Jiwoo smiled at her son and hugged him tighty. ''Eomma~ stop it!''

''Never. Now, go and watch Bluey with your sister''

Changmin saluted his mother and disappeared into the living room.

Jiwoo smiled. She was happy her kids had such a great relationship despite the age gap. Changmin had always been amazing to his sister. Jiwoo knew that she never needed a babysitter. She had her son.

Of course she'd pay him for it. She would never force him to babysit his sister without pay.

The woman turned to the mountain of dishes let out a deep sigh. She had decided to make jjajangmyeon, but the nonstick pan wasn't clean, and she hadn't had the energy to clean it before cooking, so now the jjajang sauce had dried into the pan.

She filled it up with warm water and allowed it to soak while she did the other dishes.

When she finished the dishes, the promise of shopping with Ara and Changmin had completely slipped her mind.

She walked into the living room, laid down on the couch behind her kids, and fell asleep almost instantly.

Ara turned around since Jiwoo snored slightly. A she spotted her mother a pout grew on her small, doll-like lips.. She stretched out her small hand to poke her mother in the face, but Changmin caught her hand before she could.

''Ara, Eomma needs to sleep'' He said in a soft voice.

''But Eomma promised she would take us to buy clothes'' Ara pouted even more and turned on the charm.

Changmin took a deep breath to not give in. ''Let’s see if Appa has time, hm?''

That seemed to peak Ara's intrest as she nodded immediately. She quickly turned off the TV. She walked up the stairs with Changmin in tow, who was also ready to catch her if she slipped.

Jungkook's door was closed, since he knew he could be quite loud whenever he was live. Ara however did not see this as a problem and slammed the door open. ''Appa!''

The man flinched at her scream. ''Yes, love?''

''Eomma promised she would go buy dresses with me, but she's sleeping''

Changmin chuckled awkwardly and looked at his father. ''I tried stopping her''

Jungkook smiled. ''Don't worry. I'll take you shopping now, before I go live then. Let me just get changed''

The little girl smiled in excitement. ''Yay!''

The man changed into some baggy, black jeans, a black loose, oversized t-shirt, a beanie and a pair of sunglasses.

''Appa, you look like a thief'' Ara stated when Jungkook finsihed of his outfit with his watch and some additional braceletes.

Jungkook picked his little girl up and spun her around. ''Well, I managed to steal your mom's heart'' He set her back on the ground.

''You are the cheesiest man I have ever met'' Changmin mumbled and took out his phone.

''Changmin, which one of us is about to get married? Because I happen to know it's not you. My cheese works!''

The son shook his head in disappointment. ''You're so weird''

Jungkook ignored his son and turned to Ara. ''Do you want to wear your pink flower dress, Ara, my favorite child?''

Changmin looked at the his father with a bored look, meaning the use of favoritism had no effect on him whatsoever.

Ara's excitement only grew. One, she adored attention, like any five year old would, two, dresses! ''Yes!''

Jungkook smiled and carried her into her own room and helped her to get changed. ''Now you're all ready for shopping. Jiwoo already said you’re coming, and to be honest, she’s scarier than you’ll ever be''

They walked outside to the car. ''Appa, you’re a wuss. She’s your fiancée, be a man and tell her you don't want to go shopping, or rather the fact that I don't want to go shopping''

Jungkook shook his head and put Ara in her carseat before he got into the drivers seat. ''No, I prefer being on Jiwoo's good side a month before the wedding, you can argue with her'' He waited for Changmin to get into the passenger’s seat. As soon as his son had buckled his seethed he started the car and headed towards the mall.

The second they entered the shop all eyes turned to them.

Sure, Ara loved attention, but she was also very introverted and shy. She liked attention when it came from people she already knew. ''Appa, why's everyone staring at us?'' She grabbed her father’s hand and walked slightly behind his legs.

Changmin had his eyes glued to his phone. He was busy chatting his his friends, who the parents allowed to attend the wedding to make it less sufferable for the boy, about tuxes.

Well, chatting was maybe not correct. He was mostly complaining.

The man looked around. ''Probably because we're dressed different from each other, or because your appa is famous'' He squatted down and picked up Ara. ''Now, which dress do you want?''

''I don’t know. You choose''

Jungkook picked up his daughter and made a beeline to the white dresses. ''Pick any dress you want, Changmin, don't you even think about escaping'' Jungkook turned to his son, who had one foot out the store.

''Why do you have to know my every move!'' He whined and walked over to his father.

''Because I did the exact same thing before I met your mother'' Jungkook shrugged and smirked. Changmin groaned and stopped his escape attempt.

Ara, who noticed none of the squabbling, smiled as she went through the racks, looking for the perfect dress.

While he scowered the store, he noticed he was the only man in the whole store, except his son who stood by the entrance, looking as bored as ever.

And moments later the first article showed up on Jungkook's phone.

BTS band member, Jungkook, spotted at the local mall with his son and daughter. Jeon was seen dressed in head to toe in black, meanwhile daughter was dressed in a  beautiful, pink, floral dress and seemingly looking for a dress fit for the upcoming wedding. We can't even imagine how adorable she will be. Changmin was spotted by the entrance, looking less excited for the dress shopping (which is understandable for a boy his age) Here are some more pictures. See more...

When he finished reading the article, and finding no harm in it, he turned his phone off and noticed his daughter was gone. He wondered where she'd gone off to, and why Changmin hadn't stopped her.

Then again, his nose was burried in his phone.

Well, the mystery was cut short when Ara came walking with at least 5 dresses in her small arms.

''Ara, sweetheart, eomma is gonna kill me if I allow you to get all those'' Jungkook squatted down in front of his daughter and patted her head gently.

Ara pouted. She looked up at her father with big eyes, lip was jutted out in a pout and a sniffle left her nose.

Something Changmin had taught her to do to get her will through. Something the son had learned from his father, since he always did it to convince his fiancée about… anything.

''Ara, no''

She took it one step further. Her lip started quivering and tears started forming in her eyes.

''Aish... fine! I should put you in a drama class''

The little girl smiled and handed the dresses to her father. Jungkook smiled and took the hangers and led his daughter to the changing rooms. ''If we're buying all these, you're trying them all on''

Ara smiled and walked into the changing room with the dresses.

Jungkook was sure Jiwoo was gonna murder him when she saw the amount of dresses he bought for Ara, but he couldn't help it!

His soft spot was his daughter.

Besides, he liked shopping! And his son would do no shopping with his father, so he might as well spend his money on his daughter.

Jungkook chuckled every time Ara came strutting out of the changing room, giving a twirl before she walked back into the changing room.

They found some more dresses, Ara convinced her father to buy them, tried them on and headed to the check out.

''Since you bought 10 dresses, we will give you two tiaras'' Ara let out a happy squeal. The cashier took out a box of tiaras and held them out to Ara to let her choose.

The two paid for the dresses and headed towards the tux shop.

In total it took Ara almost 1.5 hour to find the dresses, try on the dresses, change some of them and get Jungkook to pay for them.

As soon as they entered the tux shop two men walked up to them, service smiles on their lips. ''Hello, Sir, how can we assist you?''

''So, my dear son here hates tuxes, but uhm, me and his mother are getting married so he’s got no choice. Uhm, yeah. Do with that information as you wish''

The men nodded and dragged Changmin into the shop. Changmin turned to his father and gave him a sharp glare. What a loving father, throwing his son to the sharks.

Jungkook waved happily at his son and took a seat on the futon together with his daughter and her dresses.

It only took Changmin about 2 minutes before he stood in a tux before his father. ''Happy?''

''You clean up nicely, Changmin''

''Is it good enough for your wedding?'' Jungkook nodded and chuckled. ''Good, let me change back and-''

''Nope, you're going home in that'' Jungkook took his son's clothes, threw his Black Card at him and ran out the store.

Changmin stood there for a moment. ''What the actual fu-'' He spotted Ara's big eyes. ''-dge, I really want fudge''

''Me too! Do you think Appa will allow us to get some?'' Ara's eyes grew even bigger in excitement.

Changmin smiled at his adorable little sister. ''With your face, he will say yes to anything''

The boy paid for the tux and turned to his sister. ''Here, I'll take them'' He took all the bags from his sister before he, somehow, managed to pick her up as well.

He headed out to find his father. The man stood a few feet away from the store with a smirk on his lips, mostly because he spotted all the girls staring at his son.

As the boy approached him he held out his clothes. ''Sorry, here's a bag with your clothes''

Changmin put his sister back on the floor. ''I promised Ara you'd buy her fudge''

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. ''Why?''

''It was either that or swear'' Changmin shrugged and shoved all the shopping bags in his father's arms. ''But there are no fudge shops here, so maybe we can get frozen yoghurt?''

Ara nodded excitedly.

''Fine'' Jungkook caved and groaned jokingly. ''Now, on a serious note you might wanna get a date for our wedding because I happen to know that all your friends got dates''

''Do I have to? I'm your bestman, I don't need a date''

''Oh, is that Hana? Staring at you?'' Jungkook pretended to look behind his son. Changmin whipped around with the speed of lightning. ''Ha! I knew it!''

''Fine! I'll take her''

''Good, I've already told her mother you would. She's very excited apparently. She's bought a dress, fixed her hair and nails... and whatever girls do to impress men''

Changmin chuckled. ''Fine''

''Let's get some frozen yoghurt for Jiwoo as well''

''Army, this is Ara. You've met her before. She's gonna answer some questions with me. Changmin might run around in the background for some school project about me''

@doublebunny: How old is Ara?

''How old are you, love?'' Ara held up three fingers. ''Silly, you're four. She's four years old''

@JayKay97: Is Jungkook a good dad?

Jungkook read the question for her, and Ara didn't even think twice before nodding. ''Appa is the best appa in the world. But eomma says he too nice sometimes and won't do things for himself''

Jungkook gasped jokingly. ''Is eomma teasing appa when I'm not around to hear?''

Ara nodded proudly. ''Yes, she also says you a blanket hogger. Whatever that means''

''Huh, she does? Well eomma is lying. Don't listen to her, she's mean and she's lying''

Ara giggled. ''Aniyo, eomma says the same about you''

@Army130612: Where is Jiwoo?

''She's currently sleeping somewhere. She was tired after her long day'' Jungkook continued reading comments, most of them compliments about how adorable Ara was.

@JayKays_RealWifey: Ara isn't even that cute, nor is Jiwoo. If I could I would kidnap Ara and hide her so that Kookie couldn't find her

Jungkook immediately banned the account that had commented and threw a quick look at his daughter.

''What did the person say? I saw my name''

''Uhm, that you're really pretty'' Jungkook lied. He hated lying to his daughter, but in moments like this, it was okay to lie.

@Jiwoo_is_hawt: Ara is the cutest girl out there! Don't bother with the mean people.

@JKs_lost_bananamilk: Yeah! And Jiwoo is gorgeous and the most perfect girl for Jungkook. You guys, and Changmin, make the perfect little family.

@V☑: Ara is so cute! Tell her uncle TaeTae says hi!

@Jin☑: ^^Uncle Jin too! Her most handsome, favorite uncle!

@J-Hope☑: ^^Nah, Hoba is her favorite!

@RM☑: ^^Nuh-uh, uncle Joonie!

Jungkook chuckled. ''Ara, sweetie, who's your favorite out of the uncles?'' Ara suddenly became very shy and hid in her father's chest. ''Hey, you know the guys, why did you become so shy?''

''I don't know... uhm... Appa is my favorite''

The man chuckled, causing his shy to vibrate. ''I wasn't an option, and I sure hope I'm your favorite''

''Uhm... Uncle Yoongi''

Another chuckle left the man's lips. ''There you go guys''

@Suga☑: Ha, I knew it! Suck it!

@Jin☑: ^^Hyung probably bribed her with candy!

@V☑: ^^Yeah!

Jungkook had planned to be live for another two hours, but Ara was slowly growing extremely bored.

''Appa, I'm bored. Eomma promised she'd play dress up with me''

''Appa can't play right now, but... you can... color my tattoos'' He took out a pencil case filled with a bunch of colorfull markers.

Ara seemed very intrigued by this idea and immediately poured out the markers on the table. She grabbed Jungkook's right arm and put it on the table. Meanwhile his left hand was wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her from sliding off his lap.

''Can you make my hair pretty?''

Jungkook smiled at his daughter and kissed her cheek. ''Of course, agi, if you can wait with painting''

Ara nodded quickly and sat up straight.

He continued reading the comments and answering questions while he braided his daughter's hair.

''Appa, where's the stupid book your group wrote like a billion years ago?'' Changmin asked and dug around his father's room, half naked, a habit he'd picked up from his father.

''You know I'm live, right?''

The boy stood up straight and stared at the phone. ''Yeah... absolutely...'' He slowly backed out of the room, which caused Jungkook to chuckle loudly.

@Changmins_onetrue_love: Does your son need a girlfriend?

''No, he's got a girl already. Not official-''

''Appa! Stop telling the world about my life!'' Changmin shouted from his room, which was wall to wall with Jungkook's studio.

@JeonChangmin_Official☑️: Appa, you're mean! Stop telling everyone about my life! I am single, right now, but I'm not looking for anyone but a... special girl.

Jungkook chuckled as he read his son's comment. ''Sorry, Changmin, I'll stop'' He finished Ara's braids and planted a small kiss at the top of her head.

The second his hand landed on the table again, Ara was quick to fill in all his tattoos in different colors.

Jiwoo woke up three hours later and was very confused. Her daughter was no longer on the ground watching Bluey, she assumed Changmin had just grown bored and did his own thing.

''Eh, she's probably with Jungkook- who’s live'' She hurried up the stairs and noticed that his door was open. ''Fuck'' She entered and spotted Ara in Jungkook's lap. ''Oh my god, Jungkook I'm so sorry!''

She was about to grab Ara out of his lap and leave Jungkook alone, but Jungkook shook his head.

''She isn't interrupting anything. The fans love her and she's making my arm very pretty''

Jiwoo looked down at her husband's right arm and smiled. ''Wow, very pretty. Well, I'll leave her with you then''

''No, come here. Look at her dress, we went shopping''

She walked around his chair and stood on his left side. ''How many dresses did you buy?''

Jiwoo was more than used with Jungkook going shopping with Ara instead of herself. She was also used to him buying an excessive amount of things for her, when in reality she only needed one or two.

''Ten...'' He mumbled into his daughters hair.

''What!?''

''Ten! Don't be mad! Ara is here, and about 10'000'000 people are watching you right now''

Jiwoo took a deep breath from her spot on his left side. ''How in the world have you not gone broke yet?''

''Doesn't matter. Come here''

''Why?''

He smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her into his lap pecked her cheek. ''Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?''

''You tell me that about every single day''

''Well, truth only'' He pecked her lips, making her blush.

@Jikook_endgame: Okay, my ship has been sailing since they got hitched, but I still fangirl whenever they kiss

@사랑해: ^^ I'm with you 100 percent!

''Jungkook, you're live'' Jiwoo wasn't a big fan of PDA, but sometimes she just couldn't stop Jungkook from kissing her in front of people.

''I know''

Jiwoo burried her head in his shoulder as she felt another blush rise to her cheeks. She wasn't unfamiliar with Army, or Jungkook's lives, but she didn't like kissing on camera.

''My two favorite girls''

@Jimin☑: My one true pair!

''Eomma! Stop making out with Appa live! I need help with something!'' Changmin shouted from his room.

''Gotta go'' Jiwoo patted Jungkook's head. ''Ara, be nice'' Ara saluted her mother and went back to her coloring.

She entered her son's room with a confused look. Changmin was running around the room, throwing clothes everywhere. ''I'm fucking freaking out Eomma!'' He shouted and continued.

''I can see that! Why!?'' Jiwoo shouted in the same tone.

''Hana asked if I wanna get dinner, and despite me not being hungry, I accepted and I don't know what to wear!''

Jiwoo grabbed her son's shoulders and stopped him from running around. ''Look just- wow, your shoulders have broadened, a lot- not the point, look, just dress like you usually would. Baggy pants, t-shirt, hoodie. Especially a hoodie, so you can give it to her when she insists she isn't freezing''

Changmin dug out some clothes that fit into Jiwoo's description. He put on the clothes and did a little twirl. ''Does this look good?''

''You know it looks good, you've got your father's fashion style'' Jiwoo patted his head. ''And you've got his hair- goddamn you've got great hair''

''Eomma, not time for that, which shoes'' He turned his mother to face his wall of shoes. It held almost every pair of Air Jordans ever sold, since Jungkook insisted he needed them. Why? Because Changmin mentioned he liked them, once.

He wasn't ungreatful. He loved his shoe-collection more than anything (except his family) and he took great care of them. But sometimes having a billion different pairs of shoes made choosing extremely hard.

''Purple hoodie, black pants, purple t-shirt, purple shoes? I don't fucking know! Jungkook looked at me a while ago and told me to change because I "didn't fit his vibe", I called him an ass but changed''

Changmin whined and threw himself on the bed face first. ''I have to cancel with Hana, I'm a mess!''

Jiwoo sighed at her son. ''You're too much like your father. Jungkook! Come here a second! Say no and I'll rub your shoes against the pavement''

Jungkook appeared in the room within ten seconds, Ara in his arms. His eyes were wide in fear. ''What? Don't touch my shoes!''

''Your son needs help with clothes''

Jungkook looked him over before he looked at his wall. ''These'' He picked the shoes Jiwoo'd mentioned, which caused the woman to smirk.

''I have great taste!'' Jiwoo cheered as her son laced up his shoes.

''Can I go back to ARMY?'' Jungkook asked awkwardly and backed out the door.

''Yeah''

Jiwoo walked over to her son's dresser and found one of his billion perfumes. ''This one'' She held up his Calvin Klein perfume. She sprayed a few pumps in the air and forced Changmin to twirl around in it.

She knew perfume, not clothes.

He looked at the clock and realized he was gonna be late soon. He slid down the stair railing, which Jiwoo'd forbid him from doing, but the rule didn't stick apparently.

''Changmin! What the hell?''

''I love you Eomma, but I’m gonna be late!''

''Okay, have fun!''

The wedding was getting closer and Jiwoo was growing extremely stressed. Jungkook was of great help, of course, but she was such a perfectionist, so that didn't really help.

Jungkook also realized it was better to just let her do her thing and back off.

Flowers?

Yeah, that was the current problem.

Jiwoo was sitting in the livingroom. Flowers were all over the place. All kinds of flowers. Roses, lilies, tulips, snow drops, daisies, sakuras, gladiolus, daffodils.

Changmin was allergic to pollen. Changmin was suffering, but he was also slightly concerned as his mother wouldn't leave anything undone. Which meant she hadn't eaten anything in the past 24 hours.

''Eomma, you need to eat, and I need to get out of this house before I die'' He sniffled.

''I can't right now, I have to-''

''Appa!'' Changmin cut the woman off.

Jungkook came downstairs. He looked between the two people in the living room. Changmin gave him a look, which meant "pick the woman up".

And so he did just that.

''Yah! Put me down! I need to-''

''Eat. I'm not putting you down until you promise to eat something. I can go get you McDonald's, just eat something''

Jiwoo sighed and fell limp on his shoulder. ''Fine''

''Good girl'' He put her down. ''You can continue now, as long as you eat when I get back with your food''

''Promise'' She put her hand on her chest. ''Now, what do you think about pink roses?''

''Whatever you choose will be perfect'' He kissed her head and disappeared out the door.

Jiwoo walked back into the livingroom and chuckled as Ara happily walked around, sniffing all the flowers. Changmin laid on the floor and suffered. ''Eomma, please be done soon''

''I promise, what do you guys think about these?'' She asked and held up a bouquet of pink roses.

''It's your wedding, eomma, not ours'' Changmin sat up. ''I believe that you'll plan the most perfect wedding ever''

''Like or not'' Jiwoo ignored her son's warming words and held the bouquet closer to him.

''They're gorgeous''

Jiwoo jotted down some notes and laid down the flowers. ''Good, now...''

Everyone were having fun, either because of alcohol or because it being a wedding.

Jiwoo was over the moon. She had been dreaming about this day since she first started dating Jungkook 17 years ago!

As they were slow dancing Jiwoo spotted her daughter sitting on a chair, impatiently kicking her tiny legs.

''I think someone else wants to dance with you'' Jiwoo nudged her head in Ara's direction.

''Well, then you're embarrassing Changmin in front of Hana''

''Deal- god we're amazing parents'' Jiwoo allowed her fiancée husband to dance with their daughter. She walked up to their son and held out a hand. ''I'm here per your father's request to embarrass you''

Hana chuckled at Changmin's horrified expression. ''It's fine Changmin, it's totally cool and I won't leave you forever''

Changmin wasn't necessarily embarrassed to dance with his mother, he loved dancing with her, but he kind of wanted to spend some time with Hana.

Altough he'd spotted her with her nose burried in her phone during majority of the wedding. He found it odd, especially since she blew up when he asked her to put it down during the cermony.

He laid one of his hands on his mother's waist and grabbed her right one with his left. As they started swaying Changmin smiled at his mother. ''Finally you're married''

''Why are you so happy?''

''Because you guys are meant to be, and now if you wanna separate it'll be way harder, especially since Ara's a toddler, and because I probably would've died if all those flowers were in our house any longer''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Sorry, should've thought about you more...''

''It's fine. I didn't die. And come on, it's was for your wedding, I can kind of accept the attempted murder'' Changmin released his mother as the song finished.

''Your wife will be the same in the future''

''I know'' He smiled at her and hugged her. ''Goddamn you're short''

''You've gotta stop growing''

''Never'' Changmin walked back to Hana while Jiwoo sat down and watched as her newly-made husband danced with Ara. Ara didn't exactly dance, she stood on Jungkook's feet and he danced for her.

Across the room she could spot her son in a heated argument with Hana. Hana apparently didn't like this and slapped him across the face, before she stormed out.

A moment later her son sat down next to her. His cheek was now bright red. ''So... we won't be seeing more of Hana''

''Jealous type?'' Jiwoo asked.

''Nope, but she's been streaming the whole wedding live since she realized she'd gain some attention from it. I said she was selfish and she shouldn't have done it, she called me a jerk, since "You don't know how it is growing up with weird parents", why she said that I don't know. You guys are the weirdest fucking people I've ever met''

''Changmin! Don't swear!''

The boy shrugged and shoved his hand into the champagne bucket. He got a hand of ice and pressed it to his cheek. ''But goddamn she can slap''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Women are naturally good at some things''

''Why was I so blind? She's never actually had any intrest in me. Whenever we hung out she kind of just... existed''

''You do crazy things when you're in love. I tattooed Jungkook's name a year after we started dating. Probably the most stupid thing one can do. But so far it's holding up''

Changmin chuckled. ''Well, I shouldn't bring you down on your wedding day. Wanna dance again?'' He stood up and held out his hand.

''Thought you'd never ask'' Jiwoo smiled and took her son's hand.

A more upbeat song started playing for all the kids at the wedding, and Changmin gave his mother a knowing look. ''This is our jam!''

Jungkook watched his wife and son dance like idiots. ''Let's dance for real, Ara''

Ara smiled widely and ran over to the other half of the family. This was the most perfect evening so far, and many more to come.

Jungkook looked at his family adoringly as they made fools out of themselves.

''I wouldn't change this for the world''

OMG OMG OMG I literally read this whole thing in one day and istg I will NEVER get over it 😭 the amount of time this made me cry should be straight up ILLEGAL but it’s sooo good istg if I was to recommend any fic it would be this one 💕

My Love Is Here | Masterpost

↠ pairing: jungkook x f reader

↠ au(s): bestfriends to lovers, unrequited love

↠ genre/warnings: slow burn, fluff, lots of angst, smut

↠ rating: 18+

summary: "You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened."

Moodboards

Teaser: Just My Imagination

The time you first felt your heart sink.

Chapter 1: I Cant Make You Love Me

The time you realized, he was never truly yours.

Chapter 2: It's Me Or You

The time you chose yourself.

Chapter 3: Celebrations and Surprises

The time you came back home.

Chapter 3.5: A New Chapter

The time you said goodbye.

Chapter 4: All of Me

The time you experience the unexpected.

Chapter 5: It's Not What It Seems

The time you tied up loose ends.

Chapter 6: The Truth Untold

The time you hear both sides.

Chapter 7: Let's Try Again

The time where things start to look up.

Chapter 8: Final

The time you found out, he loves you too.

Chapter 9: Epilogue

The time you've reached happily ever after.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE recommend any jk fics 😭 I mainly enjoy best friends/childhood friends to lovers, barista jk, college/uni au but am open to anything please 💜

There’s just something about the whole friends/roommates to lovers that’s I just love 💕 this was written so well and lived the member appearances and the way jk immediately dropped his plans to comfort OC just 🥹

BTS Jungkook- Roomates

I had only just gone to bed when I heard the front door unlock, I continued to climb into bed knowing it was probably just Jungkook coming home from his night out. I heard a crashing sound, glass shattering on the ground and I was up and out of the bed. I pulled on my fluffy robe and walked out of my room towards the kitchen. Jungkook's back was towards me, and at his feet was broken glass, and his shirt was gone. "Kook? Are you okay?" I asked reaching out to touch him, but he shrugged me off, looking over his shoulder at me "Stay back, there's glass," he slurred clearly he was drunk. I sighed "Turn around," I said and he shook his head "No," he replied and I rolled my eyes "You're being weird about nothing. I've seen you shirtless before," I told him.

"That doesn't mean you need to see it again," he said with a pout on his lips, I can't help but smile a little. "What?" he demands "What's so funny?" he added and I shrugged my shoulders "You just don't seem like the kind of person who would be self-conscious about something like this," I said. Jungkook spend a few hours every morning at the gym, there's no denying that it had clearly paid off. "I'm not." and I nodded "Obviously," I teased before walking around the island to be in front of him. "Please, just go back to bed," he said while watching me walk around the island, "I'm wide awake," I answered and he sighed "It's not my problem," he muttered and that's when I saw he had his black shirt wrapped around his left hand.

I furrowed my eyebrows "What did you do?... Are you in pain?" I asked while walking towards him, "Hey-stop, glass," he reminded me. I sighed before walking around the island and he turned around to face me "I set the cup down too hard on the counter? It shattered in my hand," he explained pulling off the shirt to show his bloody hand. I grab his wrist and drag his hand to the sink. He stood behind me as I run warm water over it, carefully using my nails to pull out any shards of glass. "You're too strong for your own good," I scolded him, I knelt down to pull out the first aid kit from under the sink. 

I dap some alcohol against his palm and he hisses, it stings but it's better than being infected. His right hand comes to the other side of me, boxing me in between his body and the sink. I carefully gauze his hand, and taping it so it doesn't come undone while he sleeps. "There," I said releasing his hand, and he took a deep breath before letting it go. "Why do you smell so good?" he asked, I turn around in his arms to face him and he's smirking. He leans back against the island, no longer caging me in "I've been stealing your soap." I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. He raised his eyebrow at me and I feel heat climbing up my neck "Sorry... I ran out of mine," I explained. "Don't feel bad." he was suddenly serious, "You can have anything of mine you want. All of it even."

I'm caught off guard. He was so sincere, I couldn't help but feel a little touched "Thanks." I tuck my hair behind my ears "I do love that soap." he grinned at me before heading off towards the hall "Goodnight," he called over his shoulder. I heard the bathroom door shut and finally I willed myself to carry my body back to my bedroom. Once behind my closed doors, I reach up to place my hand over my chest. My heart was racing. It was hard to fall asleep

Jungkook falls down on the opposite end of the couch and I tried to keep my eyes anywhere but him. If I looked into those dark brown eyes, it would be all downhill from there. "I'm going out later, on a date, just so you know," Jungkook said and apparently that was it. As a strangled sob tears out of my mouth, I attempt a frantic scramble off the couch. But his arms come out and he catches me, using my own momentum to trip me and fall into his lap. I tried to get up right away, but his arms tighten around me, one hand tangling in my hair to bring my head closer. I bury my face in his neck, trembling wildly as tears slide down my cheeks in salty waves. 

"Hey, come on, don't cry," he begged "It breaks my fucking heart to hear you cry." I can't stop. I gulp for air and shudder in his arms, and he strokes my hair and makes rough, soothing noises that only make me cry harder. "I won't go." I shook my head against his neck, it wasn't fair to him. "I'm fine." my voice muffled against his neck, but I hear his voice loud and clear. "You're more important." I cursed him in my mind. He doesn't even realize the things his words can do to my heart. I cling onto him "I'm broken." and he shook his head no "your not broken Y/n. I promise." I sniffled "Then help me prove it." He gently pulled my head up. I meet his gaze and find nothing but raw emotion and shining sincerity. "Okay," he whispered back. Then lets out a long unsteady breath. "Okay. I will."

He stands up with me in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. He places me down on my bed before walking around my room as if he owned it himself. He walked over to my wall and pointed at my college degree next to my high school diploma "First to go to college," He said and I smile slightly. He motioned to the wall of art I had done "Art," he said and then looked at my desk before picking up a picture frame, inside it's of my parents "They would've been so proud of the woman you become." He hands me the photo and I look over my parents faces. "I'm sorry I forgot," he said suddenly. I looked up at him but his gaze was at his feet, "It's your parents anniversary today," he said before looking up at me with a sad smile. But it wasn't his responsibility to know that "It's okay."

He shook his head before sitting next to me on my bed, "I'm your best friend," he said putting his arm around me "I'm not going on my date tonight, she'll get it," he added. I highly doubted the girl he asked out would understand that he is standing her up for a girl who he claims is his best friend, but I didn't say anything. "Thank you Jungkook," I whispered leaning into him, "Maybe we can get all the boys together," he said rubbing his hand up and down my arm and I nodded my head in agreement. He pulled out his phone with his other hand and opened the group chat he had with his friends, who also became my friends. The most recent texts was them teasing him about his date, I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of her, but than again he was ditching her for me.

He sent out a text that said change of plans, that we should all meet at Jin's hotel. "Kook-ah that's far for us," I complained and he shook his head "It's the weekend, besides Hyung will give us a room," he answered before getting up and going to my closet. I watched as he delicately packed my things for me into a duffle bag, "You don't have to try so hard to make me feel better," I said as he was heading towards the door but he just shot my a grin "If I was trying hard you'd know," he teased before going across the hall to his room. "Put your make up on!" he called and I rolled my eyes, but if we were going to see the other members it made me feel more confident. They were all handsome men and if I didn't try a little bit I was going to look like a hobbit next to them. 

Jungkook threw both of our bags in the back of his car "Let's go," he said waving for me to get into the passenger side. I climbed into his car at the same time as him "I've got a playlist, we can stop for food on the way, and then the boys will meet us for drinks," he explained the plan. Although I wasn't in the mood, I knew that spending enough time doing things, I would be forced to be in the present instead of in my head. I watch Jungkook turn on the shuffle before backing out into the driveway. It hadn't occurred to me until exactly this moment that I might want something like this. But now that I'm thinking about it, I know that I do. Jungkook is exactly what I want. But it would never work. I'm his best friend, and he's always going on dates with other girls. 

I push the thought from my mind and focus on singing along to the songs Jungkook had chosen. He went to my favorite fast food place and ordered my favorite, even paying for it because he's a 'good friend'. I was starting to feel better and when we arrived all the boys greeted us at the front door. Taehyung hugging me and spinning me around, Jimin kissing my cheek, Namjoon and the older boys hugging me. Taehyung looped his arm through mine and led me into the fancy hotel. It still amazed me that Jin's father owned this hotel, among several others, but this one was his, and he was the manager of it. We went into the bar and Jin led us towards the VIP section that was more private. 

Taehyung was clingy to me, probably because he knows what it's like so miss someone who has passed on. His grandparents who raised him no longer are with us, and every now and then his heart breaks. "To them," Taehyung said holding his shot up, and we all clinked our glasses against his and all downing our shot. The boys caught me up on what they were doing. Namjoon and Yoongi had been producing new music, Hobi was on a dance team, working towards entering a competition, Jimin was doing contemporary dance for a theater nearby and Taehyung was modeling new clothes for a fashion company. They were all doing such spectacular things, I couldn't help but feel like I was falling behind. 

I felt someone's hand on top of my head, giving me a gentle pat. I looked to see it was Jungkook "You're not falling behind or running late," he whispered into my ear, and he pulled back to look me in the eye "You're the baby of us all," he teased ruffling my hair before removing his hand. "I'm not a baby," I mumbled before taking another drink, eventually everyone was beginning to feel the alcohol, Jungkook and Jimin had gotten up to start dancing, trying to impress Hobi who was critically watching both of them. I could hardly hold my head up, instead leaning it against Taehyung's shoulder. "We should call it a night," Yoongi said, being the only one who wasn't completely wasted, a few of us complained, but we also knew he was right. It was almost one in the morning now. Jin handed me a room key "For you and Jungkook." he then handed a different one "For you and Jimin."

Jungkook helped me up and Jimin threw Taehyung's arm over his shoulder "We will see you in the morning," I said bidding them goodnight. We stumbled our way to our room and checked it out. "Our bags," I sighed and Jungkook let out a dramatic sigh "I wanted to keep drinking too," he complained and I shook my head "You've had enough," I said pointing at him. He ran his fingers through his hair "Because..." he pauses "Because you were having more fun with Taehyung," he said with a pout. I rolled my eyes, Jungkook always gets like this when we hang out with the group of boys. If I pay more attention to one of them than him, he gets jealous. "It was your idea to hang out with them," I reminded him a little more hostile than I meant to. I turn to head to the door, I was going to go get our bags from the car.

He grabbed my wrist as soon as my hand touches the door and I turned to look at him "Are you mad at me?" he slurred, his eyes shifting around, "I'm annoyed, not mad. I don't like when you get jealous," I explained and he nodded "I know." I felt bad at how sad he sounded. "Was your date mad you bailed?" I asked trying to change the subject "How was your date with Taehyung?" I paused looking at him in disbelief after hearing his bitter tone. "I was here with all of you, not just Taehyung," I said trying  get it through his thick skull, but talking to drunk Jungkook was like talking to a wall. He was fidgeting with the gauze on his hand that I should've changed before we left "You guys were just awfully close tonight. Your head on his shoulder." he pointed out and I wanted to scream at him that I was literally in his lap, crying into his neck this morning but I knew it was useless. "Kook-ah you're so drunk."

"Not drunk enough to not notice you two." I didn't know what to tell him, I did have a great time with Taehyung, because I felt like he could understand how I was feeling, but that didn't mean I appreciated being with him over the others. "I know he likes you... He's told me many times," he said and I felt my cheeks burn, I hadn't had an idea, Taehyung is very touchy with everyone "Okay...?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't think he'd do anything because everyone knows how close we are..." and I furrowed my eyebrows "And why would that stop him?" I questioned and he let out a fake laugh. "Y/n, why do you think my girlfriends don't last long?" he asked, I wasn't stupid, I know that they were intimidated of my friendship with Jungkook, which is a similar reason as to why I never had boyfriends. Guys don't like you living wit your guy best friend.

I take a deep breath, not knowing how to respond. I never thought about my part in all his relationships, mostly because he was always dating. I just assumed he was trying to find someone he liked. "I would never trade you for anyone who didn't value you, as much as I do." I think about the girls he's been with "but.." his intense stare silent me "I only go have to keep dating because of you." I raised an eyebrow "What do you mean?" I questioned, my drunk mind trying to keep up with him "It doesn't matter. But every girl I give up on is because she's jealous of you." I felt speechless. "I'm not telling you this to make you feel guilty for my failed relationships, but I need to start being honest with how I feel." I swallow thickly "And that is?"

I can tell he is nervous because he released my wrist and rubbed both of his palms on his pants. "You're the most permanent thing in my life Y/n, of that I am sure." I couldn't help but smile at him "So are you in mine," I assured him, trying to relieve his jealousy. He chuckled shaking his head "I don't think you understand what I mean..." he slurred waving his hand as if to remove my confused thoughts. "What I mean is...I want you permanently. In my life." I rubbed my forehead "Jungkook for the sake of my head, you need to be more clear," I said feeling a mild pound begin. "I will be. From now on, I'll prove to you just how much you mean to me." he brushes his fingers against my cheek, tucking hair behind my ear. I was speechless at his gentle touch. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I pull it out to check I had a message from Jimin asking if we made it back okay, and if I wanted to make them ramen. 

Jungkook also saw my text and I could see the sadness behind his eyes, "Umm Jimin and Taehyung are hungry and I told them about how we packed ramen..." I hated his sad nod "I could make you some too before I go," I offered heading into the kitchenette in our room. "Just go get the ramen," I told him pulling a pot out filling it up with water. "Y/n." I walk to the stove, setting it down on one of the burners. I felt an arm over my shoulder, across my collar bone, hand holding onto the other shoulder, the other wrapping around my middle. I felt my back pressed against his firm chest, and my heart skipped a beat. "Please don't go," Jungkook whispered into my shoulder "Koo..." I reach my hand up towards his, intention with removing it, but as soon as my fingers brush against skin, I find my hand linger over his.

I slid my fingers between his, holding onto him. He brushed his lips against my neck "don't go, stay with me." he begged. It felt good to be wrapped in his strong arms. "I won't go. Let me text them back." I pull out of his arms and pick my phone up from the counter, texting Jimin that I was too tired and that I was just going to go to bed. "There." He grabbed both my wrists and I still. He tugged me forward until I'm nestled against his chest. His arms fall around me carefully, as if he's telling me I can pull away, that he'll understand, that it's my choice. But I felt so safe, so warm, so devastatingly content that I can't seem to come up with a single reason why I shouldn't enjoy this moment. I press closer, hiding my face in the soft fabric of his sweater, and his arms wrapped more tightly around me, his chest rising and falling. My hands come up to rest against his stomach, his hard muscles tense under my touch, My left hand slips around his ribs, up his back. Jungkook freezes, his heart racing under my ear. My eyes fall closed just as I feel him try to inhale.

I try to remain perfectly still. I try not to make a sound. But my mind won't stop racing and my heart won't stop hammering against my chest. I lift my head to look at him, wondering just how far I could go, "You can do whatever you want." It was as if he was reading my mind. I hope he couldn't. I reach up to tangle my fingers in his dark locks, feeling the curled strands fall through my fingers, I pause there a moment. "This okay?" I asked and he nodded "Yeah, you're good." I allowed one had to drift down past his shoulders, chest and finally ending on his abs. The material of his sweater was sill between us, but I ran my fingers over the hard ridges there. "You're playing with fire," he warned and then dropped his forehead to mine. It made me feel delicate and protected- but also I felt powerful for getting this kind of reaction out of him. 

I lean up and press my lips to his. I stiffled his gasp, his fingers curling into my skin, pulling me against him. His lips are soft. Achingly soft. He takes the lead in a matter of milliseconds, my mouth parting for him, welcoming him into my mouth. Jungkook's hands travel over the curve of my ass, to the back of my thighs, lifting me up onto the counter, his warm body between my legs. My heart was beating so fast at the possibilities of where this could go? Would it be awkward? Would there be eyerolling and reluctant touching? But those thoughts disappear as his hands travel everywhere, his mouth desperate against mine. I didn't think that he could elicit such sensations with just his hands and mouth.

His hands trail fire in their wake, siding down my side to pull me to the edge of the counter, so I could feel his hard body against mine. I wrap my arms around him, my legs squeezing him tightly. A small, displeased moan falls from my lips when he pulled away, breathlessly. His hair was a mess, one I didn't even remember doing, and his lips were kiss swollen. "Y/n," his hands run over my thighs, and I tried to pull him back towards me, the need for his lips against mine taking over. But he doges my mouth, lips skimming against my jaw, kissing my neck below my ear "Are you sure?" he panted and I swear I shiver "Once we- If we-" he swallowed "It's not going to be the same between us," he whispered, but I was drunk on him, "I don't care. I want you." I boldly pull my shirt over my head and tossing it on the ground somewhere in the hotel room. 

He resumes kissing me, down my collar bone, over my breasts. My head is spinning. I can barely concentrate on what is happening, too focused on the fact that this is Jungkook I'm making out with. This is Jungkook making my back arch into him. this is Jungkook making me moan in desire. And somehow it all makes sense. His body molds into mine like we are two pieces of the same puzzle. No other guy felt this good against me, this right, it's as if he was meant to be there. I thought maybe it would be awkward, but instead I wished this was something we had done long ago. By this point my skirt is pooled around my waist, his shirt is off and lying on the floor next to mine. 

I take in his torso and swallow, those hours at the gym really paid off. I run my hands over his strong shoulder, down his pecks, tracing my fingers over the lines in his abs. Jungkook presses his lips to mine again, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his lower half flesh with mine. My mind went unfocused. His tongue slid passed my lips, his fingers removing any clothing that was left on my body. I was completely naked in front of him, and he didn't waste any time exploring the skin I had always kept hidden. He lowers his head kissing down my neck, over my chest, teasingly flicking his tongue over one of my nipples, before continuing his descent down my abdomen. "Relax," he cooed pushing my thighs further apart, he settled his head between them, his breath fanning over my sex. 

I stiffle a moan as his tongue lapped over my cunt. He wasted no time, causing my eyes to flutter shut. I've done things like this with other guys, but none of them were like Jungkook. He actually knew what he was doing and my eyes fluttered shut. His tongue is gentle and teasing, coaxing shudders from my body. I arch my back to press more into him, and his tongue begins to draw circles, faster and tighter than before. I could feel my thighs begin to shake and then he stopped. My eyes fly open and I'm ready to scold him, but when I see the look on his face, all protest dies. He tugged his boxers down, is member springing up and my eyes widen, he had to be the largest I've ever been with. 

He gently stepped between my legs, his hands soothingly running over my waist, his mouth brushing over my neck. He was driving me crazy, I swear if he didn't do something in the next few moments I was going to lose it. I was quivering beneath him. His traces patterns over my body until I'm panting, and gasping at the touch of his hand. I pull him closer to me, grinding my hips against his erect cock. "Koo," I whimpered and only then does he position himself at my entrance, teasingly running his tip between my folds before pushing inside. The first thrust is only an inch before he stops. I take a deep breath, feeling him, it had been a while since the last man I was with. I wrap my legs tighter around him, forcing him in a little deeper. He takes the message, moving his hips forwards and backwards, inching his way inside. 

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and bury my lips against his skin. I moan against his skin, even though he was large, he was gentle, hands coasting over my body. I could hear him breathing hard, his pulse against my lips pounding. I hold onto him as he completely fill me, I never felt so full, or good. I shift closer to the edge of the counter and Jungkook groans, clutching my thigh, he then starts pulling out and sinking very slowly into me again. "Oh, fuck," I whimper against his neck. I start pressing sloppy kisses to his neck, my teeth grazing his skin, I nip at him and he hisses and then I run my tongue over it to soothe the pain. Jungkook moves quicker, I could feel the entire length of him, rubbing against my walls over and over. 

He hits the spot in the back nearly every time, causing me to see stars. My body tightens around him, my nails digging into his back and my lips attack his neck. One of his hands sneaks between the two of us, his thumb circling around my clit causing me to moan. I gasp, clenching tightly around him when my orgasm shattered through me. I come apart, moaning his name and Jungkook cursed doing his best to help me ride my orgasm out before pulling out. He jerked himself off only a couple times before orgasming himself right into the sink. "Really? Jin won't appreciate that," I said with a teasing undertone "Jin can get fucked," he replied breathlessly. Something washes over me, a creeping sadness, that can only be cured by the feeling of Jungkook beneath my palms.

I reach out towards him but then stop as he pulls up his boxers, his back towards me. I wasn't sure what it was going to be like now. He was right about things changing in our relationship, it couldn't be the same. He turned to look at me and he stepped into my hand that I didn't realize was reaching out still. He stepped back between my legs and I wrap my limbs around him, resting my head on is chest. The looming ache disappearing, "We should sleep, eh?" he said running his hands up and down my sides. My eyes glance at the beds and suddenly I'm wishing that Jin had accidently gave us a room with one bed. He lift me up and carries me across the room and sits me down on one of the beds. I grabbed his arm and he looked at me with a questioning eyebrow.

"I..." I what? Am speechless? Confused? Scared? I don't know what to say, or what I want. We're friends. Good friends. Who just had sex. We were supposed to sleep in separate beds? "Sorry," I mumbled releasing him from my grip "What do you want?" he asked and suddenly I felt embarrassed. "Nothing," I answered before climbing under the covers so my back was towards him and he just chuckled. I felt the bed indent behind me and suddenly Jungkook was behind me, pulling me towards his chest, his strong arms wrapping around my body. "Better?" he asked into the back of my head and I nodded my head up and down. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep in his arms. Only I didn't wake up in them.

I sat up and looked around the room, but he was nowhere to be found, not even a ghost of him. I felt the tears blur my vision before falling down in a cascade. I tried to wipe them away over and over, but they just kept coming. I heard the door to the room open and I turned my back towards it, not wanting whoever was coming in to see how much of a blubbering mess I was. "Hey, sleepy head," I heard Jungkook's voice, but I was embarrassed to look at him now. I feel his hand against my back and he forced me to look at him "Hey," he said in a sad voice, "Don't do that," I cried and he pulled me into a hug. "You can't have sex with me, sleep with me and then just be gone in the morning," I told him, his hand ran soothing up and down my back "I was just getting our bags from the car," he explained with a laugh.

I punched him off of me, glaring at him with a pout "Pretty baby, I'm sorry, but I wouldn't just leave you," he said wiping off my tears. "I'm in love with you. But that's not news. Not to me, and not to you, I don't think. Not if you're honest with yourself," he said. My eyes widen. I hadn't expected him to confess. I figured everything he said last night had to do with both of us being drunk and horny, but there's nothing hazy in his eyes. He chuckled before kissing my forehead "You're silly," he said before setting my bag down next to me "We should be getting home," he added. I dug through my bag and pulled on sweatpants and a large sweatshirt, "Let's go," I said pulling the strap of my bag over my shoulder. 

The two of us leave the hotel room and head down to the lobby. "Breakfast?" he questioned pointing towards the breakfast buffet, I shook my head no but we walked over there because our friends were already sitting down. "You guys heading home?" Namjoon asked and I nodded my head, words apparently had left. They all got up and started hugging us. "Woah, Jungkook what happened?" Jimin asked poking his neck, I felt my entire face burn red, Jungkook may have had a few hickies on his neck. "There was a mosquito in our room last night," Jungkook replied with a smirk. Jimin looked at me before patting my head "A cute mosquito," he teased causing me to hid my face "I told you forcing them to share a room would result in this," Jin said proudly.

"Okay, okay we are leaving," Jungkook said waving off their teasing, he took my hand and lead me towards the door. We got into his car and suddenly it felt comfortable again. We drove home the exact way we had driven here, listening to music, chatting, like we never even had sex with each other last night. We walked towards the house and Jungkook unlocked the door but he let me in first. I walked inside and headed straight towards my room, throwing my duffle bag on the floor. "Fuck it," I whispered to myself, I walked over to my bed, ripping the covers off before I could grab my sheets. I carried the ball of fabric across the hall into Jungkook's room, where he was unpacking his overnight bag. He turned to look at me "What's up?" he asked and I felt my ears burn "I don't like sleeping without sheets," I answered before walking over to his bed, pulling the blankets and pillows off before putting my sheets over his bed. 

I fixed his bed completely before looking at him. He had the biggest, stupidest grin on his lips, "Cool," he said as if that was completely normal. I marched back into my room and picked up my favorite pillow and my charger before going back into his room, picking whatever side I wanted because I knew he usually slept in the middle of the bed so he didn't have a preference. Stepping back I looked at the bed and I couldn't help but feel a little giddy, the bed was now a perfect blend of the two of us. I walk out of the room to find Jungkook in the living room and I couldn't gage how he felt about me just moving in. "Did you mean what you said this morning or did I just let the sex make my brain think more romantic things when they were platonic?" I asked walking up towards him.

"I love you," he said with a smile grabbing my hand "And I don't mean as my best friend either, although that's mixed in there. I mean it as the girl of my dreams who I can't get over no matter how hard I tried Last night only screwed me further and believe me when I say I almost danced for joy when I saw you moving your things into my room." By this point I was sitting in his lap and he pressed his lips against mine and I sighed at the sensation shooting through every limb. "I have a hunch you feel the same way but I need to hear it." His thumb tugs down on my bottom lip freeing it from the my teeth. "I need you to say the words out loud so I can stop thinking I'm crazy." This is it. Sink or swim. Run or stay. 

When I look into his eyes all apprehension melts away and all I can see is him. Us. Our future. And I hate myself for all the time  I wasted before I realized. I'm in love with my best friend. "I love you so much I'm not going to kill you for dating so many other girls than me." He smiled so wide it crinkles the corners of his eyes, making them sparkle the way they do when he's truly happy. "I love you enough to kiss you even though I know you probably haven't brushed your teeth since last night." I leaned in pressing my lips against his

Anyone got any jk childhood friends2lovers or just friends2lovers fix Recs pls pls pls lmk 🙏

The way he is so serious about ghost hunting AT 3AM and the way OC still does it with him either way has me FOLDING

“Are you sure you didn’t wake me up at 3 a.m. because you’re in the mood?”

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a/n: Well. Hi lovelies! Here’s some silly JK that I wrote at the beginning of June. For those of you who have been following me for a while, please don’t get your hopes up that posting will be a regular thing. But maybe I’ll post sporadically and randomly when it feels fun for me. Love you all. This is for you all. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy :)) 

No. This was not happening. The dream that you just knew was good was already slipping from your memory as your mind came into consciousness. Your eyes were peeling open, heavy in their sleepiness, and the dream and your slumber were gone. It took a moment for your vision to adjust as you groaned in your rudely awakened state, but when they finally did focus there he was, bratty as ever. Just like you knew he would be. Culpable with his guilty smile.

“Hi,” Jungkook simply greeted you, a cute but annoying grin planted on his face as he held back a giggle at your grumpy state.

“I was dreaming,” you complained, trying to bury your face in the pillow, only for your boyfriend to pull the plush object away from you. Tossing it across the bed, he let his chuckle slip free.

“What about?” He asked, his eyes bright as they scanned your face.

“I don’t remember because you ripped me away from it, you fucking jerk,” you snapped, only making Jungkook giggle further. “What time is it?”

“3 a.m.,” he responded matter-a-factly.

“3 a.m.,” you repeated skeptically, earning a nod in return.

“The witching hour,” he beamed, quirking an eyebrow at you.

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→ social media au where jungkook is the god of thunder who comes down from olympus to destroy humankind, but accidentally gets hooked on twitter instead

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pairing: jungkook x reader genre: humor/crack, fluff parts: 17/17 updates: complete

a/n: this au was created as a thank you to all the people who bought me a coffee during my time of need. if you like my content, please consider buying me a coffee!!

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risk it — jjk | masterlist.

↠ fic type: social media au, exes to lovers

↠ main pairing: tattoo artist!jungkook x salon owner!reader

↠ side ships: namjin, vmin (fwb), hoseok x makeup artist!oc

↠ genre: heavy angst

↠ warnings: explicit language, mature themes, smut, light pining, jealousy, alcohol usage, light violence

↠ status: ongoing

SERIES SUMMARY:

✧ a drunken text ends with you wrapped up in the arms of your ex-boyfriend. aka the man that you dumped two years prior, after he refused to marry you. suddenly, all of the feelings that you’d seemingly had buried come rushing back up to the surface, and you’re not sure how long you can ignore them.

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Ahhhh I don’t even know what to say, but 100% my new fave fic from the slow burn, the flirting, everything istg MUST READ

A Still Day or A Hurricane (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: single mom lawyer!OC x pastry chef!Jungkook; angst, fluff, smut; slow burn; age gap

Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; mentions of abandonment, death, cheating; case mentions of murder, sexual harassment but I’m shit at law linggo pls forgive me; pregnancy, artificial insemination, child birth; bits of 💔 but so much 💞🌸🌈; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Word count: 139.3k

Status: Completed

Series summary: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself.

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A/N: The story that kept me afloat the past few weeks is here! I got an ask a few months ago from @rodejeon about what I think of single mom OC bc we always get single dad jk and I said the first thing I thought of was Leslie Mann’s character in How to Be Single. So that was my inspiration for this - successful woman, flirty younger man - but more. 

It’s a little different than what I’m used to writing but I hope you don’t get put off by all the fluff and flirting. Blame instagram and vlive JK. But I just srsly wanted to feel happy and that’s what this story makes me feel. Also features all our favorite men (w/ wooga squad cameo) and an adorable little one whom I fell in love with as well 😍 Please watch out! 

Chapter 01 (wc: 10.4K)

Chapter 02 (wc: 10.2k)

Chapter 03 (wc: 9.7k)

Chapter 04 (wc: 10.6k)

Chapter 05 (wc: 8.6k)

Chapter 06 (wc: 11.2k)

Chapter 07 (wc: 13.8k)

Chapter 08 (wc: 11.8k)

Chapter 09 (wc: 12.5k)

Chapter 10 (wc: 12k)

Chapter 11 (wc: 16.2k)

Chapter 12 (wc: 12.3k) || End

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Ahhhhh a bit late to this one but if you haven’t read it, definitely dooo. The character development and background stories istg are so good and the dynamic of the group 😭😭 JAYS REDEMPTION 🥹

Blackjack (Master List)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Rating: 18 + (explicit sex, violence)

Genre: Mafia!AU

Status: Complete

Description:  Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out?

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to build a home

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

interlude: Blue

chapter four

interlude: faces

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

interlude: a sunday feeling

chapter nine

interlude: yes in a heartbeat

chapter ten

interlude: answers

chapter eleven

interlude: youth

No words. Just amazingness all over. I cried too much reading this but it was well worth it 😭

Rattled | JJK {Masterlist + Posting Schedule}

Chapter One - Posted March 6th, 2020

Chapter Two - Posted March 20th, 2020

Chapter Three - Posted April 3rd, 2020

Chapter Four - Posted April 17th, 2020 

Chapter Five - Posted May 1st, 2020 

Chapter Six - Posted May 15th, 2020

Chapter Seven - Posted May 29th, 2020 

Chapter Eight - Posted June 12th, 2020 

Epilogue - Posted Friday June 26th, 2020 @

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OMG I literally don’t even know what to say about this fic, there isn’t enough words to describe my love for it 😭 I loved everything, the pace, how it ended, the tension in parts literally would recommend this for the rest of my life 🥹 Tysm to @jinbugz for recommending this too me 🥰

Inevitable (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, talks of insecurities, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, making out, straddling, unprotected/protected penetrative sex but be safe please! specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters)

Series Word count: ~89.8k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: I love exes aus, and (athlete) dad Jungkook does things to me and after months of this little family living in my head, I finally got to put them into writing. So I hope you enjoy knowing them as much as I loved writing them 🥰 Also, my knowledge on baseball (and the MLB and the KBO) is quite shallow so for wrong terms and stuff… please ignore!

Prologue (wc: 2.2k)

Chapter 01 (wc: 6.9k)

Chapter 02 (wc: 7.2k)

Chapter 03 (wc: 7.7k)

Chapter 04 (wc: 9.9k)

Chapter 05 (wc: 7.5k)

Chapter 06 (wc: 7.7k)

Chapter 07 (wc: 6.6k)

Chapter 08 (wc: 14.7k)

Epilogue (final) (wc: 6.3k) 

Only Love: An Inevitable Epilogue (wc: 13k) || End

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Absolutely heartbreaking but an amazing read. The tension and emotion in this are just 👩‍🍳💋 however definitely pay attention to the warnings before reading PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Resurgence | JJK

Summary: After breaking up with your high school sweetheart and boyfriend of five years, you find yourself in a waking nightmare. And when his best friend alerts him of your possible troubles, your knight in shining armor struggles to find a way to save you.

Pairing: College Student!Jungkook x College Student!Reader (feat. Taehyung, but not romantically)

Genre: Exes to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Multiple POVs

Word Count: 8.6k+

Warnings: Domestic violence, detailed depictions of violence, heartbreak, pain, strangulation, screaming, crying, shoving, broken glass, surgery, brief mentions of burning, blood, broken/protruding bones, broken skin, swearing, drinking, mentions of death/murder, hospitals, brief mention of police, use of legal language, the american court system, speeding, kissing, please let me know if I’m missing any!

Author’s Note: I used to write on here all the time, but this is my first BTS fic. That being said, I’d love some feedback and comments on it. Also, I tried to avoid any descriptions of the reader that allude to race, weight, height, etc. so if you spot any please let me know so I can remove them. I want my fics to be as inclusive as possible. My goal for this story is to come back later and add some detail/scenes, but it all depends on how well it does. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!

It isn’t often someone meets the person they want to spend forever with at only sixteen years old, but Jungkook did, and he knew it right away.

You’re walking home from school when you pass by each other, and Jungkook is carrying the chocolate cone he bought from the ice cream truck that parks outside his school. Normally, if there is food anywhere in sight, the zombie apocalypse could begin without him noticing. You, on the other hand, catch his attention and pull it away from the melting goodness. His heart leaps into his throat as he hopes you notice him, too. But much to his chagrin, your eyes lock onto the two large scoops sitting atop his sugar cone instead.

“That looks delicious,” you say.

He’s fairly certain you didn’t mean to say the phrase out loud and therefore responding would only embarrass you, but alas, his brain short circuits when pretty girls walk by, and so he replies.

“You want a lick?”

Your jaw practically unhinges like a snake while his free hand comes up to slap his own forehead. He should’ve hit himself harder. Then maybe he could’ve knocked the stupidity out of himself. But then, like a beacon of light breaking through the mountain of embarrassment he is being buried under, comes the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. A laugh that rings like a bell. To be more specific, the bell he’s been waiting to hear his whole life.

Jungkook removes the appendages blocking his view and sees you partially bent over; a hand covering your stomach as you laugh heartily. As mortified as he is, he can’t stop the smile your laughter creates.

“What?” he says. You allow your laugher to fade before answering,

“That is the most inappropriate thing you could’ve said,” you say. A residual giggle still lingers in your tone.

“Well, I mean,” Jungkook flounders. “What am I supposed to say when someone compliments my ice cream?”

“Oh, I don’t know, but maybe offering a complete stranger a lick isn’t the right answer?”

Jungkook can’t help but agree, and as he nods, a laugh escapes from his own chest. Suddenly, two complete strangers are laughing together while chocolate ice cream slowly drips onto the concrete.

A second ice cream cone later, and the rest is history. The exchanging of names and numbers turns into a first date, which leads to sharing a first kiss, and ends with you moving to the same college town together.

But nothing good lasts forever, and it would be easy to blame fate for the reason he’s sitting alone right now, but the truth is it’s his fault. There wasn’t some changing of the tide or gust of wind that swept you away from him. It was his own ego that led you right into the arms of another man; leaving him utterly heartbroken.

Taehyung doesn’t think much of it when he sees you at the coffee shop around the corner from campus. Neither of you drink coffee and this place has the best hot chocolate, so it only makes sense you’re here.

After grabbing his drink and the one with your name on it, he strolls over to where you’re standing and offers the larger cup to you.

“I hope you’re the only Y/N in here or this is going to get really awkward,” he jokes.

He’s pleased with the way your eyes widen and a smile appears, especially after four months of radio silence. Being the mutual friend caught in a bad breakup is never ideal, but even so, Taehyung missed you.

“Tae,” you sigh. “Hi.” Your hand reaches to take the drink from him; head bowing briefly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Just here for some good ‘ole hot chocolate, same as you,” he answers.

“Oh, I actually drink coffee now. This is some sort of latte... Mocha, maybe? I don’t remember,” you laugh, but not the way he remembers. An awkwardness fills the air that causes Taehyung’s face to contort. It’s clear you take note of his reaction, as your mouth closes to stop the laugh at the source.

In the five years Taehyung has known you, there’s never been an awkward moment. You both share a weirdness and admiration for life that others just don’t. Even after the breakup, before you began seeking attention elsewhere, you spoke as though nothing had changed. Which leaves him wondering why you’re suddenly treating him like a stranger from math class.

His answer comes in the form of a looming shadow over your right shoulder.

The man that joins you is nothing like your ex. Jungkook, even with his muscles, piercings, and tattoos, looks like the boy next door. He has an uplifting presence and his smile is downright contagious.

This guy, on the other hand, is the personification of a rain cloud. His expression has Taehyung wondering if he wronged him in a past life because he hasn’t even uttered a word and the man reeks with contempt for him.

“Who’s this, baby?”

Taehyung notes that he’s likely your new boyfriend and not a hired hitman, based on the pet name and overall possessiveness.

“Oh, this is Taehyung,” you point with your free hand. “He went to my high school.”

Ok, that was weird, Taehyung thinks. Why would you refer to him that way? You’ve been thick as thieves since Jungkook introduced you.

Taehyung raises his eyebrow at you, but either you don’t notice or pretend not to.

“Yeah,” Taehyung stretches out the syllable. “She dated my best friend for quite a while.”

A beat.

Uh oh.

Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say. Your presumed boyfriend’s jaw locks, veins noticeably protruding from his neck, and Superman’s laser eyes couldn’t succeed in blowing a hole through Taehyung’s skull better than he is right now. Similarly, your face is screaming ‘shut up or else.’ The behavior from both parties immediately has Taehyung suspicious. All he did was mention Jungkook, not even referencing him by name, and yet your boyfriend looks pissed and you look downright terrified.

Sleuthing, Taehyung analyzes your appearance for the first time. You’re dressed in a black long-sleeve top and light-wash jeans. In fact, he’s seen this exact outfit on you before, but it’s usually worn during your favorite season when the leaves change. So why are you wearing it in the middle of May?

Maybe he’s jumping to conclusions; the guy hasn’t even spoken to him directly yet. But Taehyung made a promise to Jungkook that he’d keep an eye out for you, and right now there are alarms going off.

“Well, uh, it was nice seeing you, Taehyung.” Your reply breaks the silence, but before Taehyung can even respond your guard dog is shoving you out of view.

Even though the uncomfortable exchange is over, Taehyung can’t shake his nerves. Overprotective boyfriends might be a dime a dozen, but something isn’t right. He owes it to his best friend and you to follow up.

The shop’s location is unfortunately on a street corner, so realistically you could’ve gone in any direction, but familiar voices to his left capture his attention. Taehyung catches you both behind the building in an alleyway. So, he ducks around the corner and attempts to make out what you’re saying.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N?”

“I didn’t know I’d run into him,” you defend.

“Yeah well you definitely could’ve shut it down a lot quicker than you did,” he says.

“What am I supposed to say?” Sighing, you run your fingers through your hair. “I can’t exactly tell someone I’ve known for half a decade to fuck off.”

“Why the hell not? Are you keeping him in your pocket for later?” He takes a step closer and snatches your wrist. Even from his position, Taehyung can see how tight he’s gripping you. Deep down he wants to be heroic and tell this guy to fuck off, but fear of making the situation worse keeps him hidden. “Do you wanna fuck him or something?”

“What? Of course I don’t.”

Ouch.

“Whatever. Just know if I ever see that fucker around you again someone will be paying for it.”

Taehyung doesn’t need to hear any more for his suspicions to be confirmed. He watches you leave to ensure you’re safe before heading to his apartment. One question plagues him during his walk: what does he do about this?

There’s a rerun Jungkook stopped caring about three episodes ago playing on the flatscreen. He’s lying sideways on the couch yet refuses to move no matter how uncomfortable. By nature he’s a hardworking perfectionist, but when you left you took his motivation with you. Now, this couch potato routine is all he knows. He doesn’t even budge when Taehyung comes bolting into the apartment.

“Kook, we gotta talk,” Taehyung says as he throws off his outdoor shoes and slides into his slippers. “I just saw Y/N.”

Jungkook’s interest piques at the sound of your name. Sitting up, he eagerly awaits his roommate’s arrival in the living room. Taehyung places himself where Jungkook’s head was before steadying his breathing with a hand to his chest.

Did he run here? Jungkook wonders.

“Where did you see her? Is she alright?” A million ideas swirl in Jungkook’s brain. Taehyung doesn’t rush for anything, so whatever he knows must be important.

“She was with her new boyfriend,” Taehyung begins. Heartbroken, Jungkook’s eyes begin to water. Nothing breaks through his waterline, but the threat is imminent. He already knows you’ve moved on. Some mutual friends told him a few months ago, but it still stings to hear about it again. Although, the bomb hasn’t even dropped yet. “And I think he’s hitting her.”

“WHAT?”

Jungkook is instantly moving towards the door without a destination in mind. He has no idea where you are or even who your boyfriend is, but it’s impossible to stay still. Luckily, Taehyung convinces him to listen before he flies off the handle. He gestures for Jungkook to sit again, but he refuses.

“She was at the coffee shop I always go to,” Taehyung says. “I handed her drink to her and we talked for less than a minute before this guy descended on us. He never even spoke to me, just asked her who I was and got livid when I mentioned being friends with her ex.” The gears in Jungkook’s brain are working overtime as he listens. “Anyway, it was suspicious as hell, so I followed them when they left. He took her to some alley behind the shop and started berating her about her five second conversation with me. He even had the audacity to ask her if she was interested in me.” Jungkook’s head snaps to attention; his roommate raises his palms in surrender. “Relax, she denied that she is, of course.” A sigh of relief from the younger one. “The last thing I heard him say is that if he ever sees me around again ‘someone’ will pay for it.”

“Someone? And you think he meant her?”

“He had her wrist in a vice grip and she was wearing long sleeves in spring, Kook.” Taehyung finally takes a sip of the hot chocolate he’d nearly forgotten about.

Meanwhile, Jungkook is spiraling. His selfish actions already led to a breakup, but now they’ve sent you straight into the arms of an abuser? It’s imperative that he finds out if this is true, because if it is, he’ll never forgive himself.

The tears from before make a comeback, and Jungkook plummets to the couch with his head in his hands. Taehyung already knows his best friend is crying. The shaking that occurs when he's holding back sobs is all too familiar to him by now.

“Jungkookie,” Taehyung rests his hand on the younger man’s back. “If it is true, it isn’t your fault.”

“Of course it is, hyung,” Jungkook says. He looks up then, and his eyes are already bloodshot and swollen. “If I hadn’t messed up the best thing to ever happen to me –”

“Hey,” Taehyung interrupts. “You’re human. You made some mistakes.”

“Mistakes that cost me her! And now mistakes that could be hurting her, too.”

Jungkook’s head falls back into his hands, and his roommate decides to leave it for now. There’s not going to be any convincing him otherwise tonight.

The library is a place of solace for you in this mad, mad world. With your books flared out and your laptop placed in the center, the setup looks like an academic flower. Your music penetrating your ears through your headphones causes you to miss the sound of footsteps approaching. It’s only once a hand taps your shoulder that you realize you’re no longer alone.

“Y/N,” the newcomer whispers.

You jump and pull out a single headphone. Facing the intruder, the person that comes into view sends an electric shock through you.

Oh, that face.

He’s still as perfect as you remember him from six months ago. That thought alone is forbidden, though, so you shove it into the dark hole from whence it came.

“Jungkook? What are you doing?”

“We need to talk,” he says.

Panicking, your eyes search your surroundings.

“Not here,” you reply.

This place is too public and your ex is too close for comfort. Spotting a study room across the hall, you gesture towards it and allow him to follow you inside. Jungkook closes the door behind him and pulls the confidentiality blind down before you even ask him to.

“Taehyung told me he saw you the other day,” he starts. No objections, you nod. Jungkook takes a deep breath. “He told me you were with someone.”

“Mmhmm.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you prepare for a fight you weren’t expecting to have today. He must know by now you’re seeing someone, so this feels somewhat out of left field.

“And well, Taehyung said that he seemed pretty… controlling,” he says cautiously.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” you respond.

Jungkook sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. A habit you recognize immediately; he’s done it as long as you’ve known him.

“I mean, Taehyung thinks he may be hurting you. As in physically,” he finishes.

At first, you want to be angry. You want to scold him for daring to accuse your boyfriend of such sins. Then, a tidal wave of sadness overtakes you because he’s right. Four months have come and gone while you’ve suffered unspeakable pain at the hands of someone who’s meant to love you.

You never imagined life would be this difficult. How could it be when you met the person of your dreams at only sixteen? With such a wonderful head start, you assumed the race was yours for the taking.

Dreams are bittersweet, though, because at some point they end. If Jungkook is a dream, then Seongmin is your wake up call. A brutal and cruel wake up call that never ceases its ringing.

Even so, Jungkook can’t know the truth behind your relationship. This is a man who would do anything for you. Although that should be a comforting thought, you can’t risk him getting involved. Seongmin made it abundantly clear that you were to never have contact with your ex again. If Jungkook showed up one day trying to be your knight in shining armor, Seongmin would know immediately that you’d met with him at some point.

“That’s a ridiculous accusation,” you finally say.

“Is it?”

“Yes, and it’s frankly none of your business,” you add.

“None of my –” Jungkook scoffs. “If someone is hitting you I think I have a right to know. We may not be together anymore, but we’ve still known each other for over five years. You were my best friend!”

“Well no one is hitting me so you don’t need to worry about it,” you say.

“Then roll up your sleeves. It’s May,” he retorts.

“No! I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

“Jagi –”

“Don’t you dare.” You pause and inhale deeply because making a scene would only threaten your safety. “After everything we’ve been through, you do not get to call me that.”

Silence.

After a moment, you make the grave mistake of looking up. Jungkook is blinking in rapid succession to fight away the salty liquid that threatens his eyes. He makes further attempts to control his emotions by pursing his lips. The average onlooker may not notice, but you’d recognize the telltale mannerisms anywhere. You know your words stung him like a vengeant bee, and it shatters you. If only you possessed the ability to hold him until the pain relinquished its curse on you both.

The realization that breaking up with Jungkook was a mistake hit you only days into your relationship with Seongmin.

As with all relationships, there were some issues. Jungkook would often overwork himself to the point of exhaustion, which then caused mood swings so volatile it gave you whiplash. There was always an apology that followed his crankiness, but words can only go so far. Another trait you resented was his jealousy. Although, after experiencing Seongmin’s jealousy, you miss the way Jungkook would pout with his arms crossed whenever another man tried catching glances. The parables are absolutely right that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

Jungkook is the only person you’ve ever dated, so when the problems started, your frustration led you to believe the grass may be greener on the other side. You would ponder if staying with Jungkook simply because he’s your high school sweetheart meant you’re settling. At the time, your problems seemed so insurmountable that you couldn’t comprehend them being the fights of a normal, healthy couple. So one night when your emotions drowned out your reason, you ended things. You visualize that night as bear trap locking in place because barely two months later, a terrible poacher ensnared you and there’s no escape.

By the time Seongmin hit you for the first time, it was too late. You’ve read enough statistics on domestic violence to know leaving would be more dangerous than staying. Statistics aside, you mentioned it once and Seongmin promised you and Jungkook would end up six feet under. A bruise here and there seems worth it to keep the man you truly love safe from the one you pretend to.

In truth, all you want is for Jungkook to keep calling you jagiya. The sound of it rolling off his tongue breathes life into you like a prayer. He’s the only person to ever call you that, and in your dreams he’s still next to you whispering it in your ear. But feigning offense at the nickname is your only chance to convince him you’ve fallen out of love.

“I think you should go,” you say.

“Y/N, please, if you need help I can –”

“I’m fine, Jungkook,” you cut him off. “Now, please go. I have an exam I’m studying for.”

Removing the chance of a retort, you exit the study room and shut the door behind you. Your eyes do an intake of the library, but it doesn’t look like anyone saw you together. A sigh of relief fills your lungs until you remember you’re never truly safe. Seongmin is a popular guy on campus, and anyone who saw could snitch on you. You distract yourself with studying since you won’t know until you see him again, anyway. But if Seongmin does find out, you can only pray he believes whatever excuse you conjure up.

The urge to scream at the top of his lungs has possessed Jungkook since the moment he left you. He knows you and therefore he knows you were lying through your teeth. Taehyung attempts to remind Jungkook that nothing is for certain yet. But any question as to the validity of Taehyung’s theory was answered as soon as Jungkook spoke with you. There’s not a secret in the world you could conceal from him.

He could see it clear as day in the way you spoke, how you held yourself, and most importantly your eyes. They say eyes are windows to the soul, and that applies to you better than anyone else he knows. Maybe others can’t see through you the way he can, but you’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve.

Even so, knowing the truth doesn’t do much for him other than cause insanity. He needs you to trust him enough to open up. If you don’t, then saving you from this nightmare is impossible. For the last six months his only goal has been winning you back, but now he couldn’t care less. Even if he’s never bestowed the honor of loving you again, he needs to know you’re safe.

After some time of Jungkook descending into the madness of his mind, Taehyung is able to pull him above the surface and get him to speak with him.

“There’s nothing you can do right now, so just breathe.” Taehyung says as he hands him a second beer. Jungkook still hasn’t finished his first one. “We’ll find a way to get her out of there soon.”

“Soon, hyung? He could be beating her senseless right now.” Jungkook can’t focus on anything else for more than a second. Taehyung even turned on Jungkook’s favorite movie, but his eyes haven’t turned towards the screen once. “I need a plan of some sort. I don’t think she’ll ever admit to it unless someone sees it with their own eyes.”

“I’m pretty sure if you ever saw someone hurting Y/N you’d see red and slaughter them,” Taehyung says. “So, maybe that isn’t the best idea.”

Jungkook sighs while crossing his right arm over his left. He’s not the type to sit on the sidelines, but you’ve given him no choice.

Eventually the beers Taehyung is spoon-feeding him are enough to calm his nerves. Jungkook catches the latter half of the film, but even with a distraction as enticing as superheroes fighting aliens, you’re living in the back of his mind. Although, that’s not an affliction brought on by the news of your current predicament.

A good night’s sleep isn’t something Jungkook has experienced since you left his side. You were so much more than a girlfriend to him, and maybe that’s why he took you for granted. Breakups are a natural existence in the world, but it’s not everyday you lose your best friend. It’s obvious to him now that his confidence in you two staying together forever caused him to become lazy with his love. His heart is filled with regret for his actions during the penultimate months of your relationship. If only he had seen you with eyes wide open and recognized how much you were hurting, he could’ve saved you from all this.

Jungkook retreats to his bedroom once the credits roll. His bed looks different now that you aren’t there to keep it made and filled with stuffed animals. Although, there is one he couldn’t bare to stuff inside the back of his closet with the others. Placed gently in the center of his bed is a hand crocheted bunny that you’d made for him. It’s dressed in his usual fashion, with the bunny’s ears sticking out of a black bucket hat. Jungkook treasures the gift like no other and seeing it resting on his pillows the way you used to has his heart clenching.

After completing his nighttime routine, he ventures out for some water. Great minds must think alike because Taehyung is in the kitchen, too. His roommate greets him with a nod while spooning cereal into his mouth.

Jungkook sets his phone down on the counter while he reaches for a cold bottle from the fridge. The clock on the wall reads 10:13 and he scolds himself for being such a loser. His younger self would be disgusted that he’s going to bed before midnight. While turning back around, he notices his phone light up. Taehyung leans over to see who it is and Jungkook watches with confusion as his best friend’s eyes widen.

“It’s… it’s Y/N.”

Jungkook practically leaps over the counter to reach the phone before it can stop ringing. His fingers shake as he slides them across the glass to answer the call.

“Hello?”

There’s no answer right away, just the sound of shuffling and heavy breathing, but then Jungkook’s heart stops beating.

“HELP!”

A crash loud enough for Taehyung to hear from where he sits is followed by the sound of your pained whine. Taehyung glances at Jungkook for the briefest of moments before they’re both sprinting towards the door.

“Do you have her location?” Taehyung asks. Their shoes are barely secured to their feet as they make a mad dash for the parking lot. The older one fishes his car keys out and they slide into the car.

“On Snapchat,” Jungkook answers. Jungkook checks the social media app while Taehyung peels out of his parking spot towards the main road. “She’s at her apartment.”

With that, Taehyung checks both ways before turning down the road that leads to your apartment complex.

A text from Seongmin informing you he’s coming over appears on your phone only moments after getting home. It’s a common occurrence for him to come over without previously planning to, so you don’t fret too much. But when he shows up with the fires of hell burning in his eyes, you realize he must know what happened.

This certainly isn’t the first time he’s come over angry, and you’ve learned by now not to say anything until he brings it up. So, you play coy until he decides to release his grievances on you.

“How was your day?” You ask while traveling to the kitchen. It’s already 9:52, but you skipped dinner to study.

“Fine at first,” he answers. Humming in response, you keep yourself busy in the kitchen, but it’s only to hide that his presence alone terrifies you. “But, then I heard something that kind of ruined my day.” Rather than answering, you simply gesture for him to continue. “Were you alone in a study room with your ex today?”

Your heart plummets into your gut. It should be impossible, but someone must have seen or heard you earlier. You should regret the exchange, especially knowing the consequences, but you can’t bring yourself to. Seeing Jungkook today is number one when listing the highlights of the past four months. Maybe you’re crazy, but you’d do it over again just to be near him.

“Yes,” you answer.

Suddenly, Seongmin is behind you with his arms on either side of yours. His knuckles are white from how tight he’s gripping the counter. The position makes you feel like a zoo animal; caged in. Leaning down, he whispers right into your ear.

“And why the hell were you with him?”

“He found me there while I was studying,” you start. A hum in acknowledgment is heard from your boyfriend. “And the thing he wanted to say was really personal, so I went into the study room with him.”

“And what was that?”

“His mom,” you say. Lying isn’t your forte, but there’s no way Seongmin can know the real purpose for your meeting. “She’s really sick and she and I were very close so he thought I should know.”

Seongmin sighs before slamming his hands down on the counter. You practically jump out of your skin, but your reactions are what he feeds off. Forcing yourself to stay calm is a skill you’ve had to learn only recently.

“And he couldn’t text you?”

“You made me block him.”

“He could’ve had someone else do it.”

“Yes, he could’ve, but it isn’t my fault that he didn’t.”

Seongmin grabs your forearms and spins you to face him. The sheer force of his fingers around your skin has you wincing. One unanticipated consequence of your relationship is that each violent interaction hurts more than the last, since you’re usually still healing from the previous one.

“Not your fault?” Seongmin shakes you once. “You should’ve told him to fuck off the second you saw him.”

“It’s his mom, Seongmin.”

A dry chuckle comes from your boyfriend before he releases his hold on you with a shove. Your lower back hits the counter and an involuntary hiss escapes.

“I don’t give a shit.”

The conversation needs to end here. You’ve been through this a thousand times now and if it escalates any further he’ll start doing more than just shoving you. Fear is coursing through you same as the blood in your veins, but that feeling is second nature to you now.

“Seongminie, can we please just move on. I’m –”

“No, we can’t move on!” The volume of his voice sends a shudder down your spine. “I only have a few rules for you, and yet you can’t seem to stay in line to save your life.” You scoff at his comment involuntarily. It’s not smart, but you do it anyway. Instantly, his eyes narrow and he encroaches on your space. “Is something funny?”

“I ‘stay in line’ all the time,” you retort. “Like I said, it’s not my fault Jungkook came to –”

Your sentence finishes with a cry as Seongmin snatches your left arm and twists it behind your back, forcing you against the counter again. You instinctually bend over the marble to alleviate the pain pulsing through your limb.

“Don’t you dare say his fucking name.” His voice drips out like venom, and he presses down harder as he speaks.

“I’m sorry,” you sob. At your emotional response, Seongmin grows angrier and pulls your arm as far as he can take it. You’ve been practicing breathing techniques to help with pain, but between your lower body pressed against the counter and your twisted arm, it’s practically unbearable. “Please, I promise I’ll be good.”

Apparently that was the wrong answer because Seongmin decides to tug your arm up instead of over, and due to his strength and the speed at which he does it, you feel your shoulder dislocate. A scream pierces the air, but only for a moment before your boyfriend is covering your mouth with his hand to silence you.

You’re hysterical now because you’ve never felt pain like this in your life. Seongmin has punched, slapped, and even burned you, but never broken a bone or dislocated anything. He's reaching new levels of violence tonight and deep down you know it’s far from over.

You’ve never fought back before, but your body is screaming at you to resist. There’s not a doubt in your mind that he will kill you tonight if it continues this way.

Acting on pure instinct and adrenaline, you bite down on the hand used to muffle your screams. Seongmin curses and steps back just enough for you to break free. The pain radiating from your shoulder is immense, but it has to be ignored for now. You duck under his arm, but his reflexes are quicker than yours, and you miss his flexed foot blocking your escape.

Heading face first to the floor, Seongmin doesn’t give you any reprieve before he’s pulling you by your ankles back to him. He kneels over you, placing one hand on your right knee and slamming the other next to your head. Your breath catches as he lowers his face inches from your own.

“I hope you said goodbye to that fucker today, because you’re never going to see him again,” he threatens. Then, he puts all his weight on your kneecap, shattering it. You throw your head back as a scream rips through your throat. A wet warmth soils the area, and you know he crushed it hard enough for the bones to break through your skin.

Death is knocking on your door, and Seongmin seems hellbent on allowing them inside. His threat replays in your mind, and the idea of never seeing Jungkook again sparks a flame inside you. With all the strength at your disposal, you send your uninjured knee into his groin. Luckily, his pained reaction gives you enough time to slide out from under him. The adrenaline controlling your actions leads you to the door, but your conscience warns you that it’s too far. Therefore, calling for help becomes your next plan of action.

Inch by inch you crawl towards the table where your phone lays. The pain is overwhelming, but your only hope of survival is still an arms length away. Using the strength of your good leg, you rise from the floor. Seongmin is still recovering from your blow, so you know you have a few more seconds. The phone is unsteady in your palm due to your hands shaking. Opening your emergency contacts, you aim to click your best friend’s name, but Seongmin is on top of you again before you can complete the task.

When your attempt to call for help fails, you do the next best thing and hope someone in your apartment complex will be a good samaritan.

“HELP!”

Just as the word breaches the air, Seongmin takes an empty vase and smashes it against your upper back. You topple down again and he returns to his previous position over you. Making no mistakes, this time he uses his legs to pin yours to the ground.

There’s a pause that gives you time to wonder what’s coming next, but he answers your question by wrapping his fingers around your throat. Gasping, you attempt to reach his face with your hands. Perhaps if you can scratch him hard enough you’ll have a chance. But this is apparently not Seongmin’s first rodeo because he stretches away from you so that your efforts are futile. Still, you claw at the air in front of him like an enraged kitten. With both hands squeezing, he constricts your airway further, completely silencing your cries for help.

This is it, you think. The cold floor of your apartment will be your final resting place. With that in mind, you decide you deserve a moment of peace before you go. You grant your eyes the permission to close as you ignore the way your oxygen supply slowly dwindles.

Among all your friends and family, there is one person you wish you could see once more. It’s not that you love him more than the others, but he’s the one person who’d cause you to leave this world with regret.

Jungkook. Your Jungkook. He’s the reason you’re the woman you are today. The oceans could rise or the sky could fall and you’d still love him just the same. It would shatter you inside and out if you never got to see him again. Sending a prayer up to the heavens, you wish for the ability to tell him you love him one last time.

A kaleidoscope of memories projects across your mind, and maybe this is what people mean when they say your life will flash before your eyes. Surprisingly, you aren’t scared because in the worst moment of your life at least you get to see him. And just like always, his presence alone brings you solace.

This is it, you think again; peacefully this time.

Jungkook is thankful Taehyung is driving like a racecar driver, and that your apartment is nearby. His knee hasn’t stopped bouncing since his body hit the seat. Currently, adrenaline is the sole provider of fuel for his body. If Taehyung, his voice of reason, hadn’t been there he would’ve found himself running to you. It’s impossible for him to think straight right now, which only causes poor decisions on his part.

The complex comes into view only a few minutes later, and Taehyung is maneuvering his car like a pro as he pulls up next to the front door. Jungkook gets out, but turns around when he notices his roommate not following.

“I’ll wait here just in case. You go,” Taehyung explains.

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice as he makes his way to the door. It may have been purposeful, but you never asked him for your key back. He thanks the stars for that foresight and opens the main door. He skips multiple steps at a time as he ascends the stairs, and once your door is in sight, he charges towards the finish line. There’s no noise coming from inside, and the deafening silence chills him to the bone. His fear is validated when your apartment door swings open, and the sight makes his heart stop.

Your boyfriend is over you with his legs keeping yours flush to the floor. A trail of blood leads from the kitchen to your current position. Pieces of a broken vase litter the room. But what starts a fire inside Jungkook is the large hands wrapped around your neck. Thankfully, although your eyes are closed, your chest is rising and falling in a shallow rhythm.

Without a second thought, and before the bastard spots him, Jungkook grabs the lamp from your coffee table and swings it at your boyfriend’s head. He’s careful to avoid unleashing his full strength on him because as much as he wants to, murder isn't the answer.

Jungkook’s attack allows you to inhale and a breath of fresh air fills your lungs. Hearing your sign of life, he checks that your boyfriend is fully unconscious first. Not taking any chances, Jungkook ties him up with a string of lights and secures him to a desk that’s screwed into the floor.

Finally making his way to your side, he analyzes your features. You’re struggling to open your eyes and even Jungkook can see your lungs working overtime to suck in oxygen from the air. Jungkook moves as close as possible to you without harming you further. Gently, he rests his hand against your face to get your attention.

“Y/N,” he whispers. “Jagiya.”

Whimpering at the sound of his voice, it’s clear you’re still not fully aware of your surroundings. You slowly blink until your eyes gather the strength to open. When they do, they widen in shock at his presence. He realizes then that you must not have known you called him.

“Jungkook?” Your hand reaches up to caress his face, and immediately Jungkook feels warm blood transfer from your hand to the skin of his cheek. He grabs your hand with his free one and inspects it.

“Y/N, your bleeding,” he says. “Where are you bleeding from?” He answers himself by looking down and spotting the pieces of your knee cap jutting out through a hole in your jeans. “Oh,” his voice cracks. “Oh, baby.” Jungkook’s face contorts as if he’s the one in pain, and he’s unable to resist the urge anymore. So, he scoops you into his arms. You hiss at the sudden movement, but the feeling of peace that washes over you is almost enough to numb the pain. Jungkook cries into your hair, and in response, your body relies on its muscle memory to sneak your hand into his hair and cradle his head.

“I’m sorry,” you croak through busted vocal chords. It hurts, but your soul won’t rest until he knows how you feel. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shh,” Jungkook whispers. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby.” Of no fault of his own, his comforting words have an opposite effect, and you begin sobbing into his chest. His hold on you only tightens as he continues. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” For the first time in forever, his lips press a kiss to your crown. “I’m here now. You’re safe.”

“Jungkook,” you whine. There are thousands of emotions swimming in your heart, but the only one rising above the fray is relief. It’s been an eternity since you’ve experienced Jungkook’s warmth, and even with the pain overtaking you, you’re so happy. He’s become both literally and figuratively your breath of fresh air.

Jungkook pulls away just enough to gaze at your face. His eyes do a once over to check for any more injuries, but all he can see are the blotchy finger marks around your neck that will soon turn to bruises.

“We have to get you to a hospital, jagi,” he says.

“No!”

“What? Y/N, you –”

“If I go to the hospital they’ll make me report it,” you say.

“Well, of course,” Jungkook replies.

“No, you don’t understand,” you begin. “Domestic violence is only a 90 day misdemeanor and that’s only once he’s found guilty and sentenced. His family is wealthy so he’ll bond out right away.”

“But –”

“Jungkook, he's threatened to hurt me and you if I ever left him or told anyone about him,” you explain. “As soon as he gets out, he’ll come for us. For you. I can’t risk that. I don’t know what I’d do if he ever hurt you.”

“Then we’ll go somewhere, anywhere. I’d run away to the ends of the earth with you, baby.” You're overwhelmed and scared, but you have Jungkook, and that means everything will be alright. “As long as I’m alive he will never come near you again. Do you hear me? Never.” He inhales. “I promise you, Y/N.”

Before you can start crying again, you nod and agree to go with him.

As gently as he can, he lifts you into his arms. You tuck your dislocated arm into your body so it doesn’t jostle, and Jungkook makes sure to avoid your knee with his hands underneath your legs. As he moves towards the door, a dizzy spell forces you to close your eyes.

“You can’t fall asleep on me, baby,” Jungkook explains. “Just keep your eyes on me, can you do that?” You groan as your head lulls against his shoulder. Jungkook stops to ensure you follow his directions.

“Remember when I took you to that amusement park our first summer in college?” The slightest smile appears on your lips; giving Jungkook his answer. “And I made you ride the pirate ship?” The corners of your mouth turn down at the mention of it. “You were so scared, but I told you to look at me, just me, and because of that you weren’t scared anymore.”

“I remember,” you say.

“I need you to do that for me again, okay?” Nodding, you open your eyes and are met with his own. You sigh and cuddle as close as you can to his chest. Jungkook raises an eyebrow causing you to nod once more. No exchanging of words is necessary for you two.

“Okay,” you whisper.

Jungkook begins to walk again as you focus all your attention on him. He takes more than double the time to descend the stairs than he did coming up them, but eventually you make it outside where Taehyung is still parked.

Taehyung gasps and exits the car when he sees you, but Jungkook instructs him to get back in and drive straight to the hospital. Jungkook situates you and him in Taehyung’s backseat. He sits directly behind the driver’s seat with you on his lap. Your head falls to rest on his shoulder, and Jungkook keeps one hand on the outside of your leg to keep them from moving during the ride.

“Who’s driving?” you wonder aloud.

“It’s me, Y/N, Taehyungie.”

“Tae,” you gasp in delight. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, bug,” he replies.

You cuddle further into Jungkook then, and Jungkook responds in kind by holding you as close to him as humanly possible. His head comes to rest atop yours; leaving soft kisses in your hair every now and then.

When you reach the hospital, Jungkook carries you inside where he’s instructed to place you on a stretcher. Taehyung follows only a few moments later after valeting his car. The nurses warn them that they won’t be allowed back with you and this causes you to panic. So, you reach for Jungkook’s hand before they can wheel you away.

“Koo,” you cry.

“It’s ok, baby. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here when you get out,” he explains.

“No, no,” you argue. “Please, I don’t want to be away from you.”

“I know,” he says. The hand not intertwined with yours brushes your hair back. “But they’re gonna take good care of you, I promise.” He bends down and kisses your forehead. His lips linger there. “Tae and I will handle everything back at your place while we wait for you.”

The nurse states they need to take you now, and you reluctantly loosen the grip you have on Jungkook’s hand, but your eyes never leave his as they move you to a separate wing of the hospital.

It’s nearing three in the morning when the nurses allow Jungkook back to your room. Taehyung went to your apartment to meet the police and promised to bring food as soon as everything is settled there.

As he walks to your room, the nurse informs him you had surgery to fix your knee cap, and they popped your shoulder back into place while you were under anesthesia. They also had to remove small shards of the vase from your back and neck. The list of injuries causes Jungkook’s blood to boil, and he’s glad Taehyung went back to your apartment instead of him.

When he enters the room, you’re conversing with a nurse while she draws your blood. A brace rests securely on your neck to prevent further injury. Your eyes immediately light up when Jungkook comes into view. His name falls from your lips, and he swears it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

“I’ll leave you to it,” the nurse says while exiting.

Jungkook comes to your bedside, but stops short. With a loving smile, you gesture for him to sit. He’s terrified of hurting you, so he stays farther away than his body yearns for.

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook plays with his hands over his lap, but you take them in your own.

“So much better now,” you answer. You continue before he can interrupt. “Jungkook.” His big eyes find yours. “Thank you.”

Jungkook smiles only briefly before shaking his head.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’d do anything for you,” he says.

“Yeah,” you respond. “Me, too.” There’s a pause. And then, “I love you.” Jungkook's eyes go from big to huge. His mouth opens to speak, but then closes a minute later when he realizes he doesn’t know what to say. “I never stopped, Koo, and I won’t ever stop. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’m so, so sorry.”

Tears escape from the safety of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. Jungkook removes one of his hands from yours to gently brush them away.

“Please don’t apologize,” he says. You go to argue, but he stops you. “Breaking up with me was the right thing to do, jagiya. I didn’t treat you the way you deserve. But believe me when I say that after experiencing what it’s like to lose you, I will never treat you like that again.” Now it’s your turn to wipe his tears. Your delicate hand caresses the apple of his cheek as it smooths away the wetness. “I took what we had for granted, and I’m so sorry for that.”

“So, we can try again?” Jungkook is taken aback by the question. He’s the one who ruined everything, therefore he should be the one asking you that.

“Y/N, are you insane?”

“Well, I –”

“You’re the love of my life, and you think there’s a chance in hell I wouldn’t want to try again?” Jungkook sighs and finally moves closer to you. “I’ve wanted you back since the moment you walked out my door, baby.” He leans down, leaving your lips mere inches apart for the first time since your last night together. The proximity has you both holding your breath. “I love you so, so much, and I always will.”

Jungkook was planning to go in for the kiss, but you beat him to it. Leaning forward just enough to press your mouth to his, you kiss him fully.

The nervous system inside Jungkook’s body is on fire the instant he feels your lips. If not for the neck brace, he’d take your face in his hands and devour you whole. Your lips quench a one thousand year old thirst inside him. He can only imagine this is what the last drop of water in a vast desert tastes like. You’re just as soft as he remembers, and you taste the same, too. His Y/N hasn’t changed at all, and he’s unbelievably thankful for that.

Seongmin was taken into custody by the police that night, and although he bonded out, there was a restraining order put in place. You were terrified that it wouldn’t be enough to stop him, but he was smart enough not to break it, or else his bond would be revoked. He was sentenced to 90 days as the law states, but along with his conviction came the loss of his scholarships and expulsion from school. Apparently his parents were so angry they completely cut him off. So even if he dares to break the restraining order, he has no transportation and now lives a few hours away in a town he can afford.

There’s still a residual fear that lives inside you, but right now you feel safe. Jungkook only leaves your side when absolutely necessary, and whenever he does, Taehyung keeps you company. Originally you rejected the idea, but after Jungkook explained the anxiety he feels whenever he’s away, you gave in. Afterall, you both experienced the horrors of that night, albeit in different ways.

The physical wounds have healed, and you see a counselor once a week to ensure you’re mentally healing, too. During the weeks following the incident, you spent hours crying into Jungkook’s chest until you wore yourself out. Your poor boyfriend was terrified you’d never recover from what Seongmin put you through. You always remind him, though, that he’s the reason you have recovered. Your relationship with Seongmin forced you to bury yourself, and only with Jungkook’s outstretched hand pulling you from the rubble were you able to break free.

Now, as you’re getting ready for date night, your past feels a lifetime away.

You’re finishing putting in earrings while Jungkook laces his combat boots. How someone who seemingly trips on air can walk in those things is beyond you. Catching one last glance in the mirror, you meet Jungkook near the door where he’s waiting. He holds your coat open and you slip your arms in. Then, he gently spins you to face him. Before you can dissent, he begins buttoning it on your behalf. You’d complain, but the way he pouts in concentration has you swooning. When he’s done, you thank him with a kiss. You’d think it was the first time by the way a smile breaks out across his handsome face.

“You ready, jagi?”

“That depends,” you say. “Where are you taking me?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, but his annoyance is clearly feigned because he pulls you into him.

“Come on, you know I don’t ruin my surprises,” he answers.

“Fine, fine,” you acquiesce. “I suppose I’ll follow your lead.”

Like magnets, your hands find each other as you exit, flipping the lights off as you go. As you walk down the hallway, Jungkook glances your way and brushes a stray hair from your face. A content sigh escapes you while resting your head on his shoulder. He follows suit, gently placing his atop your own.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Happy anniversary, Koo.”

Absolutely love this fic. Can’t recommend it enough, literally so funny and jk dedication to oc is *mwah* 🥰

late fee

jeon jeongguk x (f) reader

summary: “Captain Underpants isn’t glorified by all the tryhards, so when I pick those books, you’re unknowingly more interested in me.” tags: f2l, flirty kook, jk’s obsession w/captain underpants, he’s a fuckboy but he’s a soft fuckboy dont get it twisted, campus boy crush jk(yes again), jk abuses the FuCK out of pet names, miss koo1aid actually writes some PLOT warnings: much flirting, nsfw bc of a lot of heavy petting, pussy eatin’, a lil dirty talk, very s l i g h t coochie sniffing, BUT!!! protected sex :) wc: 10.3k

i wrote another fic (applause) and the entire thing is based off my belief that jungkook 10000% would enjoy captain underpants books. not proofread bc i am a hermit and speak to exactly 0 ppl on here, que dios los bendiga

“Helloooo, sexy librarian,” Jeongguk says the moment he steps through the door, lopsided grin adorning his features as he swaggers over to obnoxiously lean against your desk. You can’t even pretend you didn’t see him, his presence so blaringly consuming, and evident in the way some dorky high schoolers glance over to gawk at him.

“What book are you checking out today, Jeon?” You muse instead, leaving your desk chair to head over to the stack of new books that needed to be stamped. As you turn, Jeongguk whistles at the sight, and you don’t even have it in you anymore to retort back the same way you would when he first started bugging you. “Also, are you aware that your copy of Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants is due tomorrow? It’s a dollar for every day it’s late—”

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Anyone got any single dad jk/ dad jk recommendations, literally have so much love for these fics and can’t find anymore 😭 help muchly appreciated

Guysss please help me🙏 so I saw this fic that was reader X jk I believe and it was based around the show singles inferno and now I can’t find it cause apparently I’m too stupid to like things. Please let me know if you see it 🥰

Literally my fav fic atm, just love it so much. Written so well and the feels in this are just so 👩‍🍳💋Literally has me crying, laughing and blushing fr. Does deal with some triggering topics, but is done in such a good way. Can’t recommend this enough and can’t wait for more parts. 🥰

the lucky one: series masterlist

summary: Growing up you only had one goal: beat Jeon Jungkook. Sometimes you'd win, other times you'd lose. Sometimes he'd lose, other times he'd win. But you'd both walk away from the match thinking the other was the lucky one.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader rating/genre: 18+ Minors DNI | sports au, e2l/r2l, angst, fluff, smut status: on going notes/warnings: the first chapter is more of a prologue that leads into the rest of the fic, which also means it's the most light-hearted of the chapters. both characters (reader and jungkook) go through a lot, so this fic deals with topics that aren't to be taken lightly. topics discussed would be: alcoholism, suicidal ideation, and mental illness (anxiety, depression), so please tread lightly. please do not read if these topics are triggering. your mental health is important, so please take care of yourselves. <3

masterlist key: s - smut a - angst f - fluff

chapter one: little freak, jezebel - 20.2K (s, a) -> you and jungkook have been forced to be friends since birth. keyword: forced. chapter two: good night, belladonna - 28.1K (s, a) -> after three years of no contact, a career-changing injury, and one chance encounter of the two of you joining the same professional badminton team, jeon jungkook's suddenly your shadow again. chapter three: daisy, give me your answer do - 27.1K (s, a, f) -> the trials and tribulations of agreeing to be jeon jungkook's doubles partner hit you all at once. chapter four: build me up, buttercup - 30.2K (s, a, f) -> atlas wasn’t a god; he was just a man . . . and jeon jungkook could only bear so much. chapter four and a half: interlude - 2.9K (f) -> when jungkook was little, he used to wish on shooting stars that he'd hear a bell when he met his soulmate. chapter five: violet, roses are red, not blue - coming soon -> you and jungkook had always endured your lives, watching everyone else live theirs. it was time you helped each other learn how to finally breathe like real people. chapter six: good morning, morning glory - coming soon -> like a hook in an eye, jeon jungkook fit into you. maybe he always had.