Sweet On My Lips

sweet on my lips

✗ requested by @momolovesfanfic for my 1.2k follower event, and based off prompt C10. → pairing: barista!jungkook x reader → genre: fluff → word count: 1.1k → warnings: none! → summary: your regular barista likes to torment you by calling you weird names.

“One caramel macchiato for Pepper?”

You roll your eyes down at your phone, pointedly ignoring the voice that’s calling out your order as you try to quell the irritation simmering beneath your skin. It’s not worth it, you remind yourself. He’s doing it on purpose. At first it seemed like an honest mistake when the doe eyed barista made a slight change to your name as he called it out. You supposed it was pretty common to mishear a name over the loud sounds of steaming milk and coffee, so you easily brushed it off the first time. And the second time. And the third time. But the more you came back, the more bizarre the alterations to your name became, and barely two weeks into your daily visits for coffee the barista had seemingly given up on it entirely. Normally this wouldn’t really be much of a problem – it’s not like he’s obligated to get your name right, and you figured it was just something he was doing for fun to pass the time.

So yes, normally you would’ve just brushed it off, but then the barista decided to make it his personal mission to embarrass you with the increasingly weirder names he came up with. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to forgive him for making a long line of customers believe that you willingly gave your name as ‘lord farquaad’ (sure, you had made the bad decision to cut blunt bangs when you were drunk and had accidentally made them way too short, but he didn’t have to add on to your trauma and be mean about it).

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soulmates!jin+9 [sounds like angst lmao] thanks, hun!! ^^

au: soulmates!auword count: 751prompt: “I wish I had never met you.”

The mark on the inside of your wrist stings as Seokjin’s fingers graze it. He’s reaching out to you—you know that much—desperate hands and desperate eyes and desperate words. Quickly, you jerk your hand out of his reach, crossing your arms over your chest in anger, frustration, hurt.

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rich kid | pjm

⇒ summary: park jimin is a rich kid.

⇒ {rich kid au}

⇒ pairing: jimin x reader

⇒ word count: 5k

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ a/n: this was supposed to be a warm up!! i don’t know what happened!!

You’d be a goddamn liar if you said you didn’t know Park Jimin. Everybody knows Park Jimin, and if they don’t, everybody knows of Park Jimin.

Park Jimin walks around campus like he owns the entire university, hands casually thrown into the pockets of his expensive black pants, sunglasses balancing on top of his intentionally disheveled black hair, silver earrings and studs and rods decorating his earlobes, leather jacket not worn, but strewn over his shoulders, complementing that delicate silver chain around his neck perfectly. Or perhaps, he isn’t wearing a fully black ensemble that likely costs more than your tuition. Maybe he’s a bit more laid back, with an outrageously vibrant sweater, the Gucci logo stamped all over it, blue jeans, ripped at the knee like he had worn right through them. He’s got circular frames surrounding his eyes even though he doesn’t need glasses, a beanie or beret sitting happily on his head if he didn’t have time to put his usual amount of product in his hair, Rolex watch peeking out from the oversized sleeves of his sweater. Park Jimin knows how to wear everything and anything with confidence, flair, so he is hardly difficult to miss.

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criminal jungkook ✰ “butter” jacket shooting (cream ver.)

step by step | knj

summary: being married and being in love are not the same thing. you and namjoon would know that better than anybody. but just because you married each other for business rather than by choice doesn’t mean you’ll never be able to love each other.

{arranged marriage!au}

pairing: kim namjoon x reader genre: fluff word count: 2k warnings: being awkward even though they’re literally married a/n: this drabble was commissioned for the #blacklivesmatter movement! thank you for commissioning me and supporting the cause. i hope that you enjoy!! this drabble definitely satiated my desire for an arranged marriage fic (actually, i think it made it worse?????)

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flicker.

pairing: namjoon x female reader

word count: a small 1,045

summary: pining idiots who pine.

a/n: thanks to everyone who sent in member suggestions earlier! I went with the first response I got 😘

"It's not gonna work out," Namjoon sighs.

The restaurant is bustling so he's not too worried about his voice carrying or causing any sort of scene. He just lets his shoulders sag as he stares off to the space behind you. His disappointment is evident, but fleeting.

The finality of Namjoon's tone is more than a little heartbreaking and you honestly can't understand how he can mean that. How he can say such a thing without giving any sort of explanation.

"What makes you say that?" you ask as you whip your head around to take a peek for yourself.

There you see Jungkook, your adorable, big hearted friend, rocking the most radiant of smiles. He looks all kinds of smitten staring at his pretty date from across the table. Again, you wonder about Namjoon's logic sometimes. How he can see anything but a sweet couple having a nice time is beyond you.

With a cocked brow, Namjoon refocuses his attention on the menu in front of him before bursting the cute little love bubble you've inflated around the pair.

"Her body language is closed off, while Jungkook's is open. He's trying to engage with little reciprocation from her and she keeps checking her phone like she'd rather be talking to someone else. He's too eager and she's not that interested. I want a margarita, let's split a pitcher."

He speaks so quickly, so matter-of-factly that it makes your head spin a little. How he's able to pick up on so many subtle, nonverbal cues is beyond you. But that must be what makes him good at his job and what makes you the still-single, hopeless romantic. Regardless, you hate how cynical it all sounds, you hate how he's able to brush off the heartbreak your mutual friend is sure to face if Namjoon's actually right. (He always is.) And so you aim to scold him.

"Namjoon."

"Jungkook will probably want to drink too, once his date ditches him. The pitcher is the economical choice."

"Namjoon," you try again, irritation building behind your tone. "You've taken one look at them and have already written them off as a failure. People aren't that simple, you know? Love is a complex thing."

Vexed as always, he sets his menu down and levels you with an unimpressed glare.

"Except they are, and it's not," he counters. "People are simple. They're easy enough to read if you know what you're looking for and I know, _____. Jungkook likes her. She isn't into him and that is the shitty reality of dating. It either works out, or it doesn't. There is no in-between. And there's no use in giving him false hope when I know what I see and I know what it means. He'll get over it."

Jaded. Namjoon's job as a relationship consultant has made him so jaded and it breaks your heart to know he wasn't always like this. He used to believe in whirlwind romances. He used to make your heart beat heavy in your chest with the way he spoke about the kind of love he wanted to find.

There was a time you foolishly hoped he'd find that love in you, but as the days have continued to drag on, that hope is nothing more than a flickering speck in the distance. Really, you're not sure if he even believes in love anymore, let alone wants to pursue it with you.

Crestfallen, yet unable to give up on that dimming glimmer of hope, you reach across the table. Your hand slips in his and squeezes tightly, calling, no pleading to bring him back to love. Back to you.

"But that's where it's not so simple, Joon – wanting someone who doesn't want you. Just because you know it, doesn't make it hurt any less. Doesn't make those feelings go away."

Namjoon sighs, looking down at where your hands meet. For a moment, he allows his thumb to smooth over your knuckles in what you can only assume is pity. You're sure he must find you so pathetic, so naive.

"I know that, ____. I deal with unrequited emotions every single day."

You know he means in his work. He must see situations like this all the time. But living it, being stuck in the middle of all that impossible yearning is a different hell in itself. Namjoon couldn't know how this feels. How Jungkook is going to feel. How you feel. It's all too easy for him to disengage.

It hurts too much to linger in this. To feel the weight of his palm in yours and want for something more. A more tender circumstance where he'd touch you in this way. It hurts too much to know he won't.

In an effort to save yourself further embarrassment, you reclaim your hand and look back towards Jungkook. At least there you might see a happier scene, despite Namjoon's grim predictions.

What you don't see, however, is the longing that sets in the second you turn away from him. No longer is the warmth of your touch on his skin. No longer is he able to bask in it, to pretend it might mean something more than a friendly gesture.

He understands more than most just how Jungkook is going to feel. The only difference is that at least his friend is brave enough to put himself out there to be rejected. At least he has a chance at finding something special.

Namjoon, on the other hand, is a coward. He helps people open themselves up to being vulnerable, to loving and allowing that love to come back to them. But Namjoon finds it hard to be open when he knows the person he wants doesn't, no couldn't feel the same. He is unable, or maybe unwilling, to practice what he preaches and so he resigns himself to ache for you. To live in this loneliness and hope that one day you might realize you want him too.

What is left of that hope is little more than a dying ember in what once was a raging fire, but he clings to it to carry him through. He hopes you can feel its warmth. He hopes it’s enough to light a path to him and his open heart.