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jungkook with a towel on his head ♡ 

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everything about him is so pretty ♡ (trans. cr. jjk_times and bts-trans)

ex!husband fawning over ex!wife troupe will always do it for me

HE'S A LEGEND

enamored with him

synopsis: since you were at the ripe age of 13, you can't stop yourself from drooling when your brother, namjoon, brings his friend seokjin around. he's never paid attention to you. that is.. until seven years later, when he overhears your drunken rant about how you would do anything to lick the sweat off his abs.

author’s note: THERES SOME TYPOS ITS NOT THAT BAD BUT ILL FIX LATER

You were always able to openly acknowledge that yes, all your brother’s six best friends were objectively attractive. But, it felt wrong and even weird to explicitly admit it. So, every time one of your friends pestered you with questions regarding whether or not you harbored romantic feelings for any of them, you adamantly denied it because verbally admitting that you liked any of them- or that they were even cute was just weird.

It wasn’t really because Namjoon was protective of you. He wasn’t the type of brother to tell his friends that you were “off limits”. Frankly, he didn’t care who you dated, who you surrounded yourself with, or even about you, in general. You guys weren’t dying to talk to each other all the time, but he did care about you. He probably checked up on you once every other week, and sometimes you visited him at his dorm. The two of you were never the closest, but it wasn’t like you guys disliked either, just simply good at minding your own businesses.

Since the ripe age of eight, Namjoon had brought his friends around the hang out. While they played video games in the living room, or football in the backyard. You dared not to leave your room until all of them had safely exited the vicinity of your house. When you were younger, you shied away from any social situations, so six boys you barely knew hanging around your house terrified the shit out of you.

That was, until you started high school. Jeon Jungkook, the youngest of Namjoon’s friend group was in the same grade as you, and in the same class. Since he was regularly coming over to hang out with your brother, the two of you naturally gravitated towards each other. Over time, he became one of your closest friends, and you found yourself spilling all the latest and juiciest gossip to him, and venting to him about every little hindrance you encountered. Ah, those were the days where the young, immature, and naive you incessantly cared about what other people thought of you.

Anyways, Jungkook also found himself telling you about every girl he found attractive, and every rendezvous he had with the millions of girls he was able to pull. Before Taehyung began giving you rides home, Jungkook even accompanied you to the long walk home from school.

Taehyung and Jimin, though upperclassmen, were upperclassmen during the time you and Jungkook started high school, so you naturally became closer to them as well. Taehyung often gave you rides home and invited you and Jungkook to support him at his soccer games. Jimin was essential in helping you cheat your way through rigorous AP classes, often giving you his old tests, assignments, and quizzes.

So yes, you were close with Tae, Jungkook, and Jimin, but not nearly as much as the seven boys were. They considered themselves as brothers, or like a small family.

With Yoongi and Hoseok, it was always cordial. Maybe there was the occasional banter with them, or the “Hey, how are you?” text. Maybe Yoongi would ask you how your classes were, and give you some piece of advice that you’ve heard from Namjoon millions of times. Hoseok was more playful, always the mood maker of the group. You remember when you were fifteen you were feeling down about a failed Biology test, so he cheered you up by showing you his cover of one of NSync’s songs. He was always one of the nicest of the group.

The next friend in the group was the oldest, even older than Namjoon and Yoongi. His name? Kim Seokjin, also known as uncharted territory.

You never had much conversation with him, after all he was the oldest. He was six years older than you, and you were never able to hold a stable conversation with him because what the fuck do a twenty year old and a twenty six year old have in common?

Actually, that was not the reason. You were good at telling yourself that, though. You got along fine with Yoongi and he was only one year younger than Jin. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You were always so weird around him. Every time he glanced over at you looking at him, you would turn your head so fast you think you got whiplash.

You remembered when he picked you up from your eighth grade softball game in his red Honda Civic. He pulled up in his brown rimmed sunglasses with classical music quietly resonating throughout the walls of his car. He quickly exits his car to open the door for you and even helps you carry your backpack, softball bat, and gym bag, moving them into the backseat. You remember that his gentlemanly gestures always left quite the impression on you. He attempts to make civil conversation with you, something about “Are you excited for high school?”, and you awkwardly reply with one word sentences, like a “Sure” or “Yea”.

He had always been so kind to you, and you were too socially constipated to even grace him with a normal response without you stuttering or without your cheeks crimsoning.

Maybe the reason you shied away from him, the reason you turned into a blushing mess whenever he even spoke to you was because you were devastatingly attracted to him. Ever since you were thirteen years old, and he was nineteen, Jin has always been an unattainable, dashingly handsome dream. Despite how giddy he made you feel, and how he made you want to run around the house to get that tingly feeling out of your body, you knew it would be stupid to tell anyone about your stupid crush(minus your girl friends), because Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, or even your brother would immediately tell him. Either that, or they would make it painfully obvious with their teases. So, you never told them. Your lips have been sealed for the past six years.’

As you got older, your crush on him manifested into an intense physical attraction. You found yourself salivating over him, regularly fantasizing about your body on top of his, his tantalizing lips crashing into yours and his big strong hands around your waist. You daydreamed about your hands clawing over his broad shoulders, leaving scratch marks all over his back. It was ridiculous how bad you wanted him. You would even embark on a ruthless excursion to the ends of the Earth to spend one mere night with him.

You knew your wildest dreams would never come true, because you weren’t even capable of talking to him. What made things more embarrassing was that you always ran into him when you were at your very worst, at the literal lowest of lows.

The second most embarrassing encounter you had with Seokjin was during your junior year of high school. You were sixteen. It began whe you were pulling up in the WalMart parking lot to get Namjoon some hair gel. The only reason you agreed to go was because he gave you extra money to get the Maybelline FitMe foundation. Anyways, you were pulling up in between at black Mercedes and a blue BMW. You turned the wheel to the right to squeeze into the parking space and you guess you didn’t turn the wheel enough because you end up denting the BMW.

That was the first time you’d ever hit anything with your car, so the anxiety and panic overcame you. You never left your car, just bawled your eyes out until the owner came back to his car. You blubbered an apology with tears running down your cheeks.

Luckily, the guy wasn’t an asshole. He told you it was okay, and to be careful. He didn’t even accept your insurance information because he most likely pitied you. He told you he had enough money to get it fixed, and to not worry. You assumed he was rich already because he was driving a BMW, but you still felt bad.

Anyways, when you got home, you were still crying. Mascara was stained on the apples of your cheeks, and your hair always became a matted mess after every break down, and your eyes were swollen, red, and puffy. The moment you open the door, Seokjin is sitting on the sofa which is directly across the door. He was probably waiting for Namjoon to come down the stairs.

You didn’t take any time to read his facial expression, immediately looking down to the ground.

You hear him say “Hi,” and you mumble a quiet hi back. In your catastrophic state, you run up the stairs to your room and crying your eyes out into the pillow because that was fucking embarrassing.

After that, whenever he came over, you avoided him as if your life depended on it. You swiftly walked past the seven boys who were crowded in the living room. Even when Jungkook or Tae called your name to come join them, you acted like you didn’t hear anything. You never even spared them a glance, because you were fucking embarrassed whenever Seokjin was around. You wanted him to see you as a blossoming young lady, not a teenage mess.

The next embarrassing moment was right before your junior prom. For some reason, you ended up landing a date with one of the most sought after boys in the school, Minkyu. Actually, you didn’t land a date with him, he landed a date with you He was a nice guy, standing at 6’1, and was captain of the basketball team.

At the time, Jungkook even told you that he had no clue how you pulled Minkyu, but it wasn’t like you were trying. Minkyu approached you out of nowhere, presenting you with a bouquet of flowers with his request for you to be his date to prom. You really had no reason to say no, so you hesitatingly obliged.

So, Minkyu was your date to prom, and Jungkook tagged along as one of your best friends. Before prom, the three of you took pictures at a flower garden, just for celebratory purposes. (You remember that Jungkook captioned his picture on instagram with #thirdwheeling). Well, it was Taehyung who offered to take the pictures, since he began dabbling in photography. He brings his film camera and his professional camera. Taehyung just opened his photography business, and was looking for models to add to his portfolio.

When you heard that Taehyung was pulling out the professional cameras, you were excited. You looked good, and you felt good. You had a decently attractive date, and you weren’t lonely like you always were. It was your first school dance with a date.

Your mom even took you to a professional makeup artist, who elegantly painted your face with the most beautiful hues and crimsons. You dress perfectly accentuated your body, its fabric glimmering with magenta sparkles.

So, when Taehyung pulled up to the park and Seokjin exited the car, your heart jumped at the idea that Seokjin was going to see you looking so damn good. Then you remembered that you were there with a date. You inwardly cringed at the thought of Seokjin thinking that you had a boyfriend, and you desperately wanted to blurt out that you and Minkyu were just friends.

Taehyung suggests multiple poses for you guys, his eyebrows furrowing as he adjusts the lenses of his camera. Seokjin sits at a nearby bench, minding his own business and scrolling through whatever he was looking at on his phone.

Minkyu’s arms are wrapped around the crook of your waist, and your manicured hand rests on Minkyu’s chest, your arm wrapped around his torso. He holds the camera up to his face, so he can look through the viewfinder and get a better view of his picture. You awkwardly smile, and from your peripheral vision you see Jungkook stifling laughter. Of course, prom pictures always looked awkward. Teenagers who were at the height of their puberty never looked good in front of the camera.

As you get lost in your thoughts, your body stiffens. You feel Minkyu’s hand slowly descending your body. From your waist, it now sits at the bottom of the back. If his hand moved a few centimeters lower, then his hand would be sitting on your ass. It was fucking embarrassing that you were awkwardly posing with Minkyu, his hand slowly trailing to your ass with Seokjin watching. Here you were, in one of the most awkward situations in your life, and Seokjin was there to witness all of it.

Minkyu’s hand kept trailing lower and lower until his hand was resting on the crook of your ass. If Seokjin wasn’t there, you wouldn’t have batted an eyelash at this, it was just a pose. It wasn’t like he was groping you or anything. After all, his hand had been there before. You and Minkyu had already shared some.. intimate moments after he had asked you to be his date. But it was nothing you guys took seriously, just a mutual physical attraction.

Would you let your crush on Jin stop you from exploring other men? Fuck no. However, you still nauseated at the thought of Seokjin seeing anybody touch you intimately just because you wanted Seokjin to be the one touching you.

In your peripheral vision, you see Jungkook with his jaw dropped. He suddenly lets out a wolf whistle, saying “Damn Mingyu, you’re going for it.” That exact moment is when Seokjin looks up from his phone and sees the horrific sight that is Minkyu’s hands on your ass. You’re about to say something until Taehyung beats you to it. He awkwardly laughs. “Um, Y/N’s brother is going to see these pics, and I don’t want him getting mad at me. So Minkyu, can you please move your hand up a littllllee bit?” He flashes an awkward block smile and holds up his hand, pointer finger parallel from his thumb to represent what a little looks like.

You inwardly scoff, because you know damn well that Namjoon does not care. You want to tell Tae to shut up, but you don’t want to make a scene in front of Seokjin. Though you’re embarrassed, you want to look calm, collected, and cool. You want to show Seokjin that you’re experienced, and if there’s a hand on your ass, it really isn’t a big deal. Maybe you can turn this embarrassing moment into a moment where you can show Seokjin that you are experienced, mature, and definitely not a little kid anymore.

“Taehyung, it’s not a big deal-”

Minkyu cuts you off. “Oh shit yea, it’s no problem. I didn’t even realize my hand was down there.”

You wince in embarrassment, and even more so when you hear Jungkook stifling his laughter. You look up to the bench Seokjin is sitting at and see that his eyes are back on his phone.

Fast forward to present day, and you’re a junior in college. Nowhere are you near the awkward high schooler you once were. Since Minkyu, you’ve had quite the experience with a variety of hot guys, and were confident enough to wear clothes that showed off every asset of your body. You received ample attention from guys and girls, who were constantly sliding into your DM’s or commenting on your Instagram thirst traps. You’ve almost got your bachelor’s degree and are at the ripe age of twenty.

Jungkook is still one of your best friends, and you still haven't uttered a word about your crush on Seokjin, because oh dear.

Seokjin is twenty six years old, has already completed his undergraduate and graduate programs, and is striving for his PhD. He was always extremely intelligent and driven. He’s gotten hotter as he ages, lips still plump, and facial features as handsome as ever. You pray that they’ll close the gyms because he just keeps getting bigger and bigger. But now, even four years later from your junior year of high school, you still barely speak to him. You wondered when you would ever get your shit together. You don’t think that the two of you follow each other on social media, but you empathize with him. What kind of weirdo would try to be close with his friend’s kid sister? So, you get him. It’s not like he was obligated to talk to you.

As of now, you’re drinking with one of your friends, Yeji, in a booth of a popular fried chicken place. The semester just ended, and all the stress and burden of school work has been gloriously lifted. You and Yeji are wasted beyond comprehension, laughing your asses off at stupid memes and jokes.

Your acrylic nails, that have a cute charm on the ring finger aggressively scratch your scalp as you bust out laughing at one of her stupid jokes.Your hand wraps around the cup of beer in front of you. “Yeji, shut the fuck up you dumb bitch,” you laugh, throwing your head back in laughter as you bring the cup of beer to your lips.

Yeji mimics your actions, almost spitting out her drink from how hard she’s laughing. “Y/N,” she slurs. The mood suddenly turns serious. She’s as drunk as you and it’s evident in her voice. She slams the cup of her drink onto the table. “You know Ethan’s trying to get in your pants, right?”

You roll your eyes, pouring Soju into a shot glass for Yeji. “Hey!” you yell “You think I haven’t already tapped that? It was nothing special.” You hand her the shotglass, and she raises a brow at you.

You pour Soju into your own glass and you hold the shot glass up, so that Yeji will clik it with yours. You both down your shots.

Yeji raises a brow at you, after a dramatic ahhh at the taste of the alcohol. “Oh? So are you calling him an underperformer-”

That’s when you burst out giggling, your mouth spraying your drink on Yeji’s face like a hose. At this, she literally shrieks. You had just ruined her makeup and her favorite sweater. You just keep giggling and giggling, because the way she said “underperformer” was really funny, and she just looks so adorable when she’s mad.

“Y/N! You dumb bitch! You got me dirty!”

“Sorryyy,” you reply sheepishly. “And yes, I would consider Ethan an underperformer.” You pick up a napkin from the table and try to help wipe Yeji’s face.

She huffs dramatically and folds her arms together. “You’ve been with all the hottest guys on campus, and you’re never satisfied with anyone! You dumb bitch! If Ethan isn’t good enough for you, then who is? Cause I’ve heard a lot of stories about his-”

“Well, there is someone I’m curious about.” An evil grin spreads across your face and you begin to giggle. Yeji begins incessantly giggling too, standing up from her side of the booth to join you. She grabs your cheeks and forces you to look at her before squeezing your cheeks with her palms. “Who?! Who?! You better tell me!” She’s grabbing your head and aggressively shaking it, and you grab her wrists to move her claws away from your face.

“I will tell you. Whore. But you better not fucking tell anyone, okay? I don’t even tell Jungkook’s rat ass this shit, but I trust youu!” Your voice crescendos, and you aren’t aware that the whole restaurant hears you.

Yeji playfully slaps your arm, her voice getting louder too. “I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I pinky promise.” She holds up her pinky and waits for you to conjoin your pinkies.

‘It’s a pinky promise, so you can’t tell anyone. This is sacred,” you huff. You bring your pinky to hers, and the promise is locked.

“Tell me now, whore” she slurs in between giggles.

“So,” you begin, and now Yeji’s attentively listening, her head leaning on your shoulder. “His name is Kim Seok Jin” you say, enunciating his name.

She mimics your serious tone. “Got it. Kim Seok Jin.”

“Andd,” you continue to ramble. “He’s fucking old. He’s 26.”

Yeji picks her head up and you see that her facial features have crinkled up. “Sounds like a grandpa.”

“I know, but he’s so, fucking. Hot.”

Yeji gasps dramatically. “Really? I lovee hot guys,”

“I know bitch, but. just. listen!” you yell, slapping Yeji’s arm. “

She puts her head back on your shoulder and groans. “Fine.” she dramatically sighs.

“I’ve had a crush on him for a long time, probably since.. I was 12? He’s just so fucking hot. I’d do anything to lick the sweat off his abs. He came over to my house to swim and he looks like a fucking Roman statue when he’s shirtless.”

Yeji’s passed out on your shoulder at this point, but you keep on rambling. “He’s just so fucking hot, Yeji. I can’t say this enough. I want him so bad…” the volume of your voice slowly decreases, until it finally crescendos. “Yeji, I want Kim Seokjin so fucking bad!" Now, you’re dramtically sobbing, and that’s when you’ve had enough. Drunk you thinks that he’s so fucking hot that you can’t fathom it and all you want to do is go outside, run around, and scream about how hot he is to let your intense emotions out. You slam your credit card down on the table (to pay for the drinks duhhh), pick Yeji up from her armpits, and stand up to leave. You’re dragging Yeji along with you, dramatically sobbin about how you want him so bad. Yeji’s just giggling, and you think it’s so funny that you begin go join her. The two of you are just giggling and giggling as you make your way outside the chicken place.

The fun gets ruined when you hear something from the left of you. You swiftly turn your head to the left at a familiar voice

“Y/N, I’m not letting you go home like that.” His voice is stern, and you recognize it immediately. Oh fuck, it’s your older brother. He’s sitting at the end of a large table, his arms crossed and a frown is on his face.

Your jaw drops, and you grip on Yeji loosens, causing her to fall straight on the ground. “Owww, Y/N, that hurts!”

You ignore her, because you see that all six of your brother’s friend group are all there. All of them. Every single one of them. Three are sitting on one side of the table, and four on the other side. Your eyes scan over the seven of them. You shake your head, you must be hallucinating, because there’s no way that this is happening.

So, you pick up Yeji and begin to happily begin going on your way. But you are stopped, because Namjoon is standing behind you with a firm grasp on your wrist.

“Y/N,” he says firmly.

Well fuck. He’s actually real because you can fucking feel his hand around your wrist. Your eyes quickly pan to the table behind Namjoon, and all seven of them are still there. Yup, Taehyung’s there with a red fitted cap, Jungkook’s sitting there with his jaw dropped, Hoseok’s there too, and Jimin, and Yoongi, and…

Seokjin.

Fuck. This is actually real, and you’re 99% sure that they all heard your drunken rant about Seokjin because he’s the only one looking the other way. His crimson ears clearly indicate how he’s feeling.

Your jaw drops, and your head is dizzy from the intoxication, and that’s when you collapse onto the unwelcoming, cold tile.

-

When you wake up the next day, you find yourself in Namjoon’s apartment rather than your dorm. You feel groggy. Your waterproof mascara, the shit that never comes off, is still hard on your eyelashes. You feel like shit. Your head hurts and your body feels sore. At first, you’re confused as to why you were there. Was there a family get together yesterday?

Your hands come up to rub at your eyes, but you pause. After a few seconds, everything comes back to you. You audibly gasp and your eyes are protruding out of your sockets. You remember everything that happened. You remembered every single little detail of your rant about Seokjin, the discourse you and Yeji had about Ethan, and the exact look on your brother’s face before you passed out. Shit, shit, shit. The secret you’ve kept for the last eight years is out of the bag. You didn’t know what to do. Cry? Scream? Stay in your bed and watch dramas all day?

No, this needed no contemplation. All that was left to do is cry. The anxiety and embarrassment was bubbling in your heart, manifesting a physical reaction of tears in your water line. So that’s what you did. You push your face into the pillow and bawl your eyes out. After a good four minutes, you pull out your phone, open SnapChat, and take a selfie with your lips pouted and your fingers in a peace sign. You were always a cute crier. You throw your phone somewhere on the bed, take a deep breath. You need to mentally prepare yourself to leave the room, in case Namjoon bombarded you with any questions. Worst case scenario, all seven of them would be there. It was a Saturday morning, after all. If that were the case, you would just stay in Namjoon’s guest room until they leaved! Or, you could just bolt past the door and run to the bus with no questions asked. So, you take a peek through the crack of the open door, and see that Namjoon and Jungkook are the only ones there. Jungkook’s playing with the Switch on the recliner and Namjoon’s in the middle of stuffing a spoon of cereal into his mouth.

Okay, the circumstances were good. You were comfortable with both Namjoon and Jungkook. You would answer all their questions, but pretend that you didn’t remember anything about Seokjin.

So, you exit the room to the living room and kitchen area, and Namjoon and Jungkook turn their heads immediately at the sounds of your footsteps. You go straight to the kitchen, and start making yourself your own bowl of cereal.

As you’re in the middle of pouring fruit loops into one of Namjoon’s plastic bowls, Namjoon speaks up.

“Do you normally get wasted like that?”

You sigh and put the box of cereal down. Okay, he’s really going straight for it. No “Good morning my lovely sister!” or “How was your sleep?”, just a plain “do you normally get wasted like that, you drunkard?”

“No,” you say firmly. You walk to his fridge to get some milk. “It was the end of the semester, so Yeji and I were just celebrating. That’s the first time I’ve drinked in months- shit, where is Yeji?”

Jungkook walks over to you, taking the gallon of milk that was in your hands and he pours the milk directly in his mouth. Gross.

“I took her back to her dorm last night.” He closes the fridge door and leans his shoulder against it so his body is facing you. “You know you’re a fucking idiot, right?” You’ve never seen Jungkook this serious before. He isn’t joking around. Instead, his eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s making direct eye contact with you. He kinda looks like your dad whenever your dad tells you he’s disappointed in you. (Like when you dented that BMW)

Ouch. New plan. What you needed to do was feign innocence. You scoff and steal the milk gallon back from him and walk over to pour it into your bowl of cereal. “What did I do?”

Namjoon intervenes. “Y/N, you need to be more responsible. I don’t really give a fuck that you drink, but if we weren’t there, something terrible could have happened. Someone could have taken advantage of you. There are so many evil people in the world, and if something happened, mom and dad would be crushed-”

You want to roll your eyes. Namjoon loves getting straight to the point. “So you wouldn’t be crushed if something happened? Just mom and dad?”

Namjoon releases a dejected sigh “I would be crushed too. And I’m not trying to imply that if something happened, it would be your fault. But you go out wasted like that, it makes me worry.”

The sigh you let out is eerily similar to Namjoon’s. You take your bowl of cereal and plop down on the cushioned seat besides your brother. You make sure aggressively run into Jungkook with your shoulder as you make your way there. “I know. I’m sorry. It usually isn't like that. But this semester has been hell for Yeji and I and we just kept drinking. I promise I won’t do it again?”

Namjoon pats you on the back before getting up to wash his dish. “Next time you drink, call me, Jungkook, or someone to pick you up. You’ve got to be more careful-”

“Whoa, holdup. I don’t need Jungkook to protect me. What the fuck?”

“What the fuck?” Jungkook intervenes, mimicking you in an obnoxiously high pitched voice. “You better be grateful, you little shit. I paid for your drinks because you didn’t leave your card there, you left your fucking license! I also dragged Yeji back to her dorm, and carried your fat ass here.”

You roll your eyes. “I did the same for you when you got wasted in Los Angeles last year, and you were ten times worse!”

At this Jungkook shuts up. Last year in Los Angeles, Jungkook had been crying over a pretty bad breakup, and got wasted as fuck. The bill rang up to two hundred something dollars, and you had to drag Jungkook back to the hotel. He towers over you, and is made of pure muscle, so that was a pretty hefty task, something that you had been waiting to use against him.

Namjoon interrupts the discourse between you and Jungkook. “Also Y/N, I didn’t know you were sexually active. And this is a pretty uncomfortable subject for both of us, so please tell me you’re using protection-”

“Yes, Namjoon. I’m using protection. God forbid we have a little Y/N running around here.”

Namjoon sits besides you and glares at you. “It isn’t just that. STD’s? If you’re sleeping with more than one person, you need to be careful- Jungkook, did you know she was having sex?”

Jungkook immediately turns around, and scratches his head like he didn’t hear the question. Of course Jungkook knew. You guys told each other (almost) everything. At the very least, you appreciated that Jungkook never told Namjoon any intimate details of your life. You knew you could trust him. But still, the Seokjin topic was off limits. It’s better to play it safe than sorry.

“I always make him wear a condom,” you mutter under your breath. “I get tested regularly too.”

“That’s what I needed to hear,” Namjoon says before rushing into the bathroom to get ready for work. You always felt bad that Namjoon worked on a Saturday. While all of his friends were having fun, going on trips, or partying on the weekends, Namjoon was always at work.

Now, it was you and Jungkook left in the kitchen. You guys make awkward eye contact for a few seconds

“Wanna play Mario Kart?’

He replies with yes without any hesitation.

So you’re playing Mario Kart with Jungkook on the couch in Namjoon’s apartment, and it occurs to you that neither of them mentioned Jin. Was it a fragment of your imagination? Maybe you dreamt it, and your mind is tricking you into thinking that it was reality. Maybe you didn’t end up saying anything about Jin.

Namjoon says bye to the two of you before leaving and going to work, and that’s when Jungkook mutters something under his breath. “I didn’t know you still had a thing for Jin.”

You freeze. Huh? Still? Why’d he say still? You’ve never mentioned anything about your crush on Jin to him… so why’d he say ”still”? You don’t want to make the panic too evident. You still have to go along with your original plan. (The plan where you act like you dont remember anything) “”Huh? What are you talking about?” you feign innocence once again.

“Cut the bullshit Y/N,” he lies down on the sofa and drapes his legs over your lap “I know you know what I’m talking about, and quite frankly I’m upset that you don’t tell me these things. You even told Yeji that you would never tell me.”

“Still have no clue what you’re talking about.”

Jungkook crosses his arms together and rolls his eyes. “Just letting you know, I tell you everything, and you obviously don’t consider me enough as your friend to tell me these things..” He aggressively throws the controller down on the cushion, crosses his arms, even huffs and stomps over to Namjoon’s room.

Huh? Was he actually mad about this? You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him because he’s acting like a big baby. You groan, put your controller down, and follow him into Namjoon’s room. He’s sitting on Namjoon’s beg and messing around with a guitar.

“Koo, are you really mad about this?”

“Oh, so you do know what I’m talking about,” he mockingly replies, glaring daggers into you.

“You’re such a fucking baby.”

“I might be a baby, but at least I tell you about my own life! Yet you’re here keeping secrets from me.”

“Well, you would’ve told Jin everything.”

He puts his hand on his heart and gives you a dramatic shocked facial expression. “No, I wouldn’t! After all these years, I’ve never aired any of your shit to Namjoon.”

You groan dramatically, your hands coming to rub your eyes as you plop onto Namjoon’s bed. "This is different! You totally would have teased me and made it obvious.”

“No I wouldn’t have. We all fucking knew you had a crush on Jin in high school, and no one said anything to him back then!”

You immediately sit up from the bed, giving him a confused look. Somewhere between pissed and confused. “Are you fucking serious? Who’s we?”

He glares right back at you. “Me, Namjoon, Tae, Jimin. We knew because you made it so obvious. You never acted right around him, always looked lovestruck whenever he was there. How could we not?”

You winced at his words. “Did Jin know?”

He scratches the back of his head. “I don’t know.. Probably. But no one said anything because we all respected you enough to not embarrass you and talk about it with Jin. When you had your fling with Minkyu junior year, we just all thought that you got over it.”

You want to cry. That’s so fucking embarrassing. So everybody already knew that you used to like Jin? And no one said anything, because they pitied you? And what made everything worse was that they all heard your obsessive rant about him.

“Oh. I don’t have a crush on him though, I just think he’s hot.”

You pick up your purse left in Namjoon’s room and leave with tears building up in your waterline.

“Y/N, wait-”

But the door is already closed.

-

Jungkook may not have known that that was a lie, but you did. Yes, you thought Jin was hot, but he was so much more than that. He was smart, kind, goal-oriented, and reliable. He was just so caring, and you admired that so much.

You always noticed that each of the guys in Namjoon’s little friend group confided in Jin about their issues and that Jin was always there for them. When Taehyung had a breakdown on his first week of university, Jin was the one who ran over to him, brought him food, and gave him the “best pep talk of his life”. When Namjoon was going through a breakup with his first love, Jin came over every day for a week to comfort him. Jungkook always texted him with adult questions, like how the fuck does one do their taxes? When you and Jungkook graduated, he showed up and gave you both an expensive bouquet of sunflowers and daisies.

You think he’s so cool, so mature, and so adult, and you admire him so much. He’s everything you want. A hot, cool, sexy reliable man.

You always wondered how he treated his girlfriends. Did he dote over them like he did his friends? When you first heard about his girlfriend he met in university while you were still in high school, you remember how unbelievably jealous you were. You did what you were best at doing, you cried. You bawled your eyes out into your Cars 2 pillowcase because you were sad, jealous, and confused. You knew he was hot as hell, so of course, he would find a girl that was head over heels for him.

It wasn’t even just because he was older that you liked him, the way he made you feel was just so different. No one can make you feel the way Jin makes you feel when he’s around. The butterflies that erupt in your stomach and the way your heart beats erratically when he enters the room. You didn’t think you were ever going to get over this little crush on him.

The next semester has already started, and nobody has asked you about your little Seokjin rant. Namjoon or Jungkook probably told them to ignore it, and that you were just saying random shit amidst your intoxication. Still, every time you see Jin, you avoid him. But, you did make some progress. You sent him a follow request on Instagram, and he followed you back.

Your teacher has already given you an eleven-page research paper, and you send it to Namjoon so that he can edit it for you. A week later, you get a text from Namjoon that says

“Hey, I couldn’t find time to get to your paper. But I sent it to Jin to edit so he’ll email you an edited version tonight.”

Pause.

You put your phone down and take a deep breath. 3…2…1.. And you scream to let your emotions out.. What the fuck? You were going to be incredibly embarrassed because you knew that your paper wasn’t good… at all. Jin was probably going to think you were an idiot. On cue, you hear a notification from your Macbook Air and it’s an email from Kim Seokjin.

You decide, for peace, that you will not be checking the email! It’s for the peace of your heart, soul, and mind. You’ll save yourself a little bit of embarrassment before you open up that gosh damn email. So, you pace around you room for a bit, blaring music from your phone. Then, your stomach growls and you decide that you’re craving boba. You pick up your Kate Spade bag, the keys to your car, and get out to go to your local boba shop.

The same songs that were playing on your phone are blaring from your AirPods. You’re humming along to the melody of the song, sunglasses set on the bridge of your nose, loop of your bag on your arm, and wallet in hand.

When you enter the doors of the boba shop, low and behold, you almost drop the wallet because standing right in front of you, about to exit the store is the only and only Kim Seokjin. This is just your luck. You’re expecting an awkward silence, or a moment of awkward eye contact, but Seokjin is as kind and welcoming as ever.

“Y/N, hi!” he says cheerfully with a smile on his face. He’s holding his laptop in one hand, and a matcha drink in his other hand. He looks so unbelievably cool in his gray hoodie, black sweatpants, and slides. “I just sent you an edited version of your paper from Professor Moon’s class, and you’re doing great. He can be tough sometimes, so you can always contact me with any questions.” He smiles at you again, and you have no clue what to say to him.

You hate that he treats you like a little kid, that he only sees you as Namjoon’s sister. You’re pretty sure the only reason that he looks at you, or even speaks to you is because of Namjoon, and you hate it so much. You want to rely on him, and you want him to be there for you, but you want him to be there for you out of his own free will. The last thing you want is for him to pity you. You want him to help you out because he cares about you, not because you’re Namjoon’s sister. You hate that he knows that you like him and that he doesn’t bother to say anything about it. You hate that he doesn’t even take you seriously enough to ask you about your feelings.

So, you grab the sleeve of his hoodie before he can turn his heel and leave. He looks at you with a quizzical expression on his face. His eyes still sparkle under the dim lighting of the building. He looks as soft and kind as ever, and you just want to wrap your arms around his neck.

You look up at him and one question comes out of your lips softly and gently.. “Do you want to go to the library together?”

-

That day, you and Seokjin have philosophical conversations about every topic you can think of. You aren’t the person to sit and down and actually talk to someone for a long period of time. You prefer locking yourself in your room, and indulging in a plethora of K-Dramas rather than talking to real person. but with him, you feel like you can talk to him for days. He explains to you his life ideologies, that he always puts himself first. He’s the type of guy to sleep or watch his favorite movie instead of completing a late-night assignment. He says that if he doesn’t feel like studying for a test, then he won’t because school and getting an education should be fun. He explains to you that getting good grades or a degree isn’t worth it if you aren’t happy.

Of course, this narrative is something you’ve seen pushed around everywhere. On Instagram the “Put your happiness first” and “Put yourself first” message is on every mental health page, on every story repost, but this is the first time you see it in person. You wonder how he lives like this and is so successful. He’s got a degree in Business and Economics, and is on his way to getting his PhD. In the back of your mind, you think that that he’s perfect for you, because you’re a double major in economics and business management. You guys have everything in common, and you feel like he understands you. You’ve had the same professors, teachers, and you’ve taken the same classes. You guys have everything in common, and you love that he understands you.

He’s an extremely intelligent man, and rich too. He gets passionate talking about the economic trends, and what the government should have done during the pandemic. Since economics is literally what you have been studying the past few years, you’re able to passionately respond, agreeing with his stances or debating with him. Then, you guys talk about how stupid NFTs are, and how much of an idiot have to be to buy one. When the both of you realize that Jungkook recently bought an NFT, you guys burst out laughing.

No matter what he’s talking about, he’s got you in a trance. You’re enamored with his words, feeling like you can listen to him talk for days.

You end up pouring your heart out to him, because he’s the guy that’s so welcoming and kind that you feel comfortable shedding your vulnerabilities to him. You tell him that you hate your job, and that you hate some of your professors. You tell him how close you are to quitting school. You tell him that it’s the worst feeling in the world to apologize to your boss and professors when you don’t even feel sorry. You hate that you have to feign kindness, and act nice to your asshole boss and bitchy professors when all they’ve done is put you down and make your life feel miserable. You hate that you’re still looking for their approval, and to do so, you’re kissing their asses. You hate having to cower under authority when it’s not even worth it. Your job doesn’t even pay much, and you feel so close to giving up.

All Seokjin does is give you the sweetest, kindest smile. He says “Suck it up for one more year. You’re so close to graduating. Then you can be your own boss.”

After this, you go home. Your heart is giddy and your physical stress is alleviated. You open your edited essay from Jin, and see that it’s permeated with red underlines, highlights, and suggestions. You don’t even care, though. You’re putting yourself first, because you can always find time to finish editing your essay later.

-

Jin always knew that you had a small crush on him. He didn’t think much of it, though. When he was a young teenager, there were always older college girls he swooned over, so he felt like this was the same situation. Namjoon had even told him to not think much of it, and that if you acted weird around him, he told Jin to just ignore it.

So, that’s what he did. He was good at ignoring your feelings for him because you always made it so painfully obvious. He feels your eyes on him whenever he’s far away, and quite frankly, he feels bad that you’re so embarrassed about it that you don’t even speak to him. When he’s about to say anything you, before he even opens his mouth, you’re running away like you’ve seen a ghost. He wonders if it’s actually a crush or if it’s because you’re scared of him. He has no clue why you would be scared of him, even asking Namjoon if he did anything to possibly offend you. Namjoon tells him to brush it off, persistently claiming that it’s a little crush, so Jin just goes along with that narrative.

When he’s a senior in his undergrad program, he follows Taehyung to one of his first photography gigs, just for support. He’s surprised when he sees that it’s you, Jungkook, and your date. Strange enough, he kinda feels like proud that you’ve finally started exploring your options, and that you’re growing up. He’s happy that you’ve gotten over your small crush on him, and that you’ve met someone your own age. He’s always felt horrible that you excessively avoided him. He even thinks that you and Minkyu look cute together.

So, he thinks that you’re actually going to start speaking to him, and that you would stop avoiding him as if he has the Bubonic plague, but you don’t. Every time you see him, you act like you’ve seen a ghost, scurrying away from him or going to so many lengths to avoid eye contact with him.

So he realizes that you never had a crush on him, but because you hate him. He guesses that you think that it’s weird that he’s always coming around, because he is two years older than Namjoon.

The day you come home in tears, he hears that you crashed into a BMW from your parents, and feels bad for you. But, you live and you learn. When Jin was 16, he had a similar experience, and remembers how traumatizing that was. He wants to comfort you, or give you a pat on the back, but figures that he should leave you alone .He would have said something encouraging, but you probably would just be weirded out. He doesn’t think much of it, it’s just the typical teenage angst. He’s been through it too. So, he carries on with his daily life without thinking much of you.

That is, until you turned twenty. Quite frankly, he forgets you exist every time he’s not at Namjoon’s house, but you just keep popping up. He keeps seeing you around campus, and you just exude confidence, you ooze it. On a Monday after one of his lectures, he sees you in four inch heels, a leopard print mini skirt, and a black spaghetti strapped crop top. You’re walking around campus like it’s the Victoria’s Secret fashion show runway, twirling your hair with your pointer finger, and the other hand's occupied holding and scrolling through your phone. He sees that all the guys are relentlessly following you with their eyes, and you don’t seem to notice.

He can’t blame them, though.

He feels guilty to even think this, because he’s quite literally seen you grow up. It feels so wrong to feel the way he does, but you’re probably the hottest girl he’s ever seen in his life. Every Monday after his lectures, it becomes routine for him to look for you, and watch you until you’re out of sight. The next Monday, he sees you marching out of the library. This time, it’s a pink sparkly mini dress with a lighter pink cardigan.

She’s bold, he thinks.

He admires your courage, your boldness that you’re able to uniquely express yourself when everybody else never bothers to try, always in sweatpants band hoodies.

On top of that, whenever he’s with Namjoon, a variety of guys, freshmen to seniors, approach him, asking him to “put them on” with you. Namjoon usually says something like “Oh, we’re not that close” or “Go talk to her yourself.” Jin doesn’t think much of it, because well, you are extremely attractive. Besides, after Namjoon turns them down, the guys never come back.

But there was one sick weirdo that leaves a disturbing impression on him. The same guy, whose the same age as Namjoon, keeps asking Namjoon for your number. Every day, without fail, he comes to Namjoon and Jin’s study spot, and asks for your number.

Now, Jin hates judging off appearances, but this dude looks like a perv. He’s always wearing some sort of hentai shirt, with provocative images of anime girls with their tits out. His pits always have with massive sweat stains, and he’s always wearing super long basketball shorts. Namjoon is always polite, always turning him down politely, but this guy is just too persistent. It’s weird.

So, when the guy comes over to Namjoon’s and Jin’s spot in the library with phone in his hand and pissed off look on his face, Jin is worried. The guy is holding up his phone to your Instagram account, except your pictures aren’t there, and it says “Account Not Found”. He’s frowning because you blocked him. “Hey Namjoon, I already tried talking to your sister myself, and she fucking blocked me. What are you gonna do about this?”

Namjoon doesn’t spare him a glance, eyes still glued on his textbook. “It means she doesn’t like you, dude. Move on.” His voice is nonchalant and plain. Jin knows Namjoon is annoyed.

“Fuck you man. If you aren’t gonna help me, I know where she lives. I’ll just go over there myself and-”

“You better shut your fucking mouth. Don’t talk about my sister like that,” Namjoon slams his textbook closed. He slightly raises his voice, but his expression is still nonchalant. The calmness in his voice is threatening, and though his expression is nonchalant, his eyes are telling a differentt story. He’s glaring daggers into the guy.

“Whatever, man.” The guy turns his heel and leaves the library.

Now, Jin is concerned. Namjoon stands up and inhales deeply, radiating anger. Jin knows he’s pissed off. He’s seething through his teeth.

“I’ve been recording him for weeks. I’m going to the campus police with this, and I’m calling Y/N so she can file a restraining order on that creep.”

So that day, Jin follows Namjoon to the police station. When you show up, he waits behind one of the walls of the building so you don’t notice him, so you won’t freak out anymore than you might when you hear what happened. He hears the worry in your voice, and the concern when Namjoon tells you the situation. Jin was sick to his stomach when he digests what’s really going on. He can’t believe how inappropriate some men can be, and he doesn’t even want to think about what’s going through that guy’s mind. Apparently he had been messaging you for weeks with inappropriately sexual messages, which warranted the block. In fact, if Namjoon hadn’t alerted the police about this, the guy would already be in front of your dorm. He was on his way to meet you.

So, when the guy pulls up to the police station, Jin feels gratified when Namjoon socks him right in the face. Namjoon gets suspended for a bit, but the school board understood his situation, and Jin meets with the school board director to vouch for him.

After that, Jin finds himself worrying about you a little more. Whenever Jungkook talks about you, maybe something funny that happened, or something stupid that you said, he finds himself becoming more attentive. Whether it’s a “Oh my gosh hyung, I got a D on one of my quizzes, but it’s okay cause Y/N did worse” or a “Hyung, guess what I did yesterday? Y/N was being dumb and sprained her ankle so I had to help her wrap it up.” Through Jungkook, who talks about you the most, he gets a hint of what your personality may be like. You cry a lot, like a lot. You’re pretty wreckless when you get drunk. He’s heard the infamous story of you wrestling a frat boy when you were drunk, the same story that makes Namjoon groan into his palms. You go to a lot of parties, but only on the weekends. You love shopping, and you love dragging Jungkook around to make him carry your shit, and you love getting your nails done. On top of that, you always manage to get your shit together. No matter how many F’s you get at the beginning of the semester, you escape the class with a B+ or an A-.

He also knows that you are breathtakingly beautiful. Since you’ve turned 20, he’s paid so much attention to you and can’t help that he’s attracted you. Just look at you. You’re so pretty, Jin can’t fathom it. You’ve got the cutest face: facial features falling perfectly in place to create the ethereal being that is you. Your shoulder length hair’s always elaborately styled, with dutch braids, fishtail braids, a cute messy bun, or curled. He knows you like taking care of your appearance. Your nails and eyelashes are always done, adding to your whole vibe, and no matter what you wear, you look cute. Even if it’s a lazy day with a hoodie and sweats, he still thinks you’re beautiful. In fact, it’s quite the honor he has to see you across campus, or for Jungkook to send him a snap with the both of you together. He finds himself stalking your Instagram, every picture you looks better than the next. He finds your friendship with Jungkook quite endearing, seeing a post with you and Jungkook in matching outfits with the caption “besties”. You’re wearing a yellow tube top with blue jeans, and Jungkook’s got a baggy yellow t shirt on with his matching baggy blue jeans.You guys are both wearing white converse and are squatting and pointing at the camera.

Another one where he thinks you look especially cute is the one you took on your twentieth birthday. You’re wearing a sparkly black dress in front of a fancy ass meal at an upscale restaurant. You’re holding a wine glass, and your lips look perfectly glossed.

Despite his attraction, he knows that he should never and would never make a move on you. You’re six years younger than him, and Namjoon’s little sister. He’s literally seen you grow up. Granted, he’s only paid attention to you recently, so it’s not like he was pining after you when you were a teen. But, he can’t help but feel guilty. So, he pushes his feelings to the back of his mind and ignores you whenever you come by. Plus, he’s 50% sure that Jungkook has a crush on you, which is something he would never interfere with. He’s content with admiring you from far away.

On the last day of the semester, Jin and his six best friends decide to go a chicken place to celebrate the end of the semester. Immediately, once they sit down. Hoseok start complaining about the two drunk girls in the opposite booth who are making a ruckus and are causing a nuisance to the whole restaurant.

That’s when Jungkook speaks up. “Wait, isn’t that Y/N?”

An awkward silence washes over the seven of them, and when they hear your obnoxious laughter resonating throughout the walls of the chicken place, Namjoon groans and throws his face into his palms. Namjoon stands up from his chair and is about to go say something before Taehyung puts his hand on Namjoon’s to stop him. “Hyung, stop. I want to hear this.”

So, the seven of them eavesdrop on the wildly inappropriate conversation between Namjoon’s sister and Yeji. When your endeavors with men were discussed, Ethan in particular, Jungkook almost spits his drink out, “I’m definitely never gonna let her live this down.”

Namjoon just looks like he’s in shock, wincing at every word that’s coming out of your mouth. Taehyung and Jimin are laughing their asses off, and Yoongi and Hoseok look like theyre in shock. Jin supposes that the younger members of the friend group are more familiar with your um… social habits than the older ones.

Jin knew that you’ve had your fair share of experience with men, and he knows this because there are always guys in your Instagram comments, commenting the usual “you’re hot” or the “when can we hang again?” These comments were public to the eye of anybody, so anybody could guess what you were up to over the weekend. But somehow, his heart twists and turns when he hears it come out of your mouth.

As the conversation progresses, and everybody hears the words “He’s fucking old. He’s 26,” everybody’s head whips towards Jin’s direction. Jin gives them a facial expression that says “Hey, I didn’t do anything”, and Namjoon gives him a suspicious look.

Well, the seven of them keep eavesdropping and when it is revealed that Kim Seokjin is the mystery man that’s “so fucking hot”, Jungkook spits out his drink dramatically coughing and patting on his chest. Namjoon remains with a stoic expression. Jin’s face reddens at the inappropriate way he was being talked about, and he mumbles “I didn’t know anything about this.”

Of course, he’s petrified that Namjoon’s going to say something to him, something about him taking advantage his little sister, but Jin is scared shitless for other reasons too. When he hears that you’d do anything to lick the sweat off his abs, Jin burries his face into his hands. He’s embarrassed that he’s being sexualized in such an explicit manner, and he’s scared that Namjoon’s going to get mad at him. Before he can announce to his friends that he barely even talks to you, you’re stumbling out of the chicken place with Yeji, and Namjoon’s already scolding you.

Jin avoids eye contact with you, and he’s looking the exact opposite direction from where you’re standing. Jin hates that he feels flattered by your compliments, because it feels so wrong. He hates that his heart jumped when you announced that he was the guy you’re pining over. He hates that he feels relieved that you feel this way about him. He’s fighting an active battle against his conscience, and decides that he can’t win this one. He’s ought to accept that he feels this way about you, because denying it would make everything worse. Jin was a smart guy, and he knew that suppressing his feelings isn’t the best thing to do.

He realizes that he likes you, that he’s so attracted to you, that he wants to get to know you even better. He doesn’t just want to get to know the wildly stylish and attractive you that’s posed up on Instagram, he wants to get to know the you that Jungkook and Namjoon know. He wants to get to know the funny you, stupid you, and playful you. He wants to familiarize himself with all your life’s ideologies, ambitions, goals, and dreams. He wants to help you reach your goals and dreams.

But, he also knows that he can never act on his emotions. He would never do that to Namjoon, so when Namjoon texts him an apology about what is said, Jin claims that it’s no big deal, and that he’ll pretend that it never happened.

-

After your hang out with Jin at the library, you find yourself texting him more. You get his number from Jungkook, who gives you a quizzical look when you ask but reluctantly obliges. You feign innocence by texting him about a question you had for Professor Moon’s class. He almost replies immediately, ending his text with a smiley face. He even offers to meet up with you to personally help you with your research paper.

You immediately accept the offer. You know that you probably would never get over your obsessive crush on him, so why not take it all the way? You meet him at the campus library, and you can tell that your pupils dilate when you see him. He looks handsome as ever, dressed in a striped blue and black T-shirt with ripped jeans. He’s wearing the typical AirForces with a cup of coffee in his hand. You hug your laptop and textbooks to your chest, and approach him quietly. You tried extra hard today. Your hair is curled in waves that cascade the side of your face. A white fuzzy headband graces the crown of your head, and you’re wearing an oversized sweater with a white tennis skirt.

He senses someone approaching him, and once he realizes it’s you, he sends you one his classic grins. The apples of your cheeks redden, and gosh, you feel like you’re back in high school dressing up every time Namjoon said Jin was coming over.

“Hi,” he says to you, a hand coming to scratch the nape of his neck. He’s avoiding eye contact with you, looking everywhere accept your face.

“Hi, Jin,” you reply. You’re looking up at him, your arms wrapping around your textbooks more tightly. You’re shifting your weight back and forth between your heels. You were twenty years old, and you felt like you were talking to your middle school crush for the first time. “You said you would help me with my paper, right?”

So for the next two hours, Jin helps you navigate through your twelve page research paper. He helps you polish the paper, and takes time to edit it in its entirety. He’s like your own little thesaurus.

“Hey Jin, what’s a big word for useful?”

He taps his fingers against his chin, thinking. “Hmm.. practical? Functional? What about resourceful?”

You would giggle and continue typing your paper. “Thanks.”

Of course at first, it’s awkward, but once the two of you get into the groove of things, you vibe like you don’t with any other person. He’s showing you his favorite study playlist on Spotify, with songs like Love Me by RealestK and Ending Scene by IU. It feels intimate that he’s showing you all his favorite songs, and you decide that you want to show him yours too. You tug on the sleeve of his shirt, asking if you can show him your workout playlist, and his eyes light up as he enthusiastically says that he wants to see it.

He throws his head back in laughter when he sees that the first song in your workout playlist is WAP by Cardi B and Megan The Stallion, and that the second one, which is different in contrast was Driver’s License by Olivia Rodrigo. He rolls his eyes when you explain that if you pretend you’re heartbroken, it motivates you to increase the intensity of your workout.

“So,” you explain “I act like I’m a teenager heart broken over by first boyfriend. Olivia Rodrigo really helps with that, and then I get more gains, duh.”

“Well, if it works for you, then it’s a good idea.”

You laugh. “See? You get me.”

Once you and Jin finish your twelve page research paper, Jin gets up and he’s about to leave. In the back of your head you’re upset because you don’t want him to go. You want him to stay by your side because that’s how much you enjoy his presence. So, you find yourself tugging on his sleeve once again. He turns around and gives you a quizzical look, and you ask him if he wants to catch a movie with you.

He agrees, asking if you were okay with watching Batman. He’s touching the nape of his neck again, scrolling through showtimes on his phone. “Ah, it is a bit long, though. It’s almost three hours-”

“No, that’s fine,” you’re ready to pounce, fighting your natural instincts of throwing your arms around him. Really, the longer the movie was, the better. “I don’t have anything to do after this… do you?”

He looks at you and you’re giving him your classic big doe eyes. Your eyes are sparkling and pupils dilating as you look up at him. You’re tugging on the sleeve of his shirt again, your dreamy facial expression almost begging him to say yes to you.

How could he ever say no?

So there you are in the movie theatre. The seat divider between the two of you has been lifted up. Your head is resting on his chest, arms wrapped around his torso. He’s got his arm secured around your shoulder. He can smell the sweet scent of your shampoo emitting from your hair. It’s a citrus like smell, and he just wants to bury his nose into your hair. So, he grabs a strand from your hair and brings it up to his nose, inhaling deeply. You giggle, and turn your head to look at him. “Does it smell weird?”

He shakes his head. “Not at all.” Jin thinks you look so soft and adorable with your cheeks squished into his chest. He’s gently caressing your head, with a glint of love in his eyes. You close your eyes and bask into the feeling of being in his arms, the feeling of his aura protruding all your senses. You feel comfortable, safe, and at home when you’re with him. You bury your face deeper into his chest, both of your arms wrapping tightly around his hard and defined build. You inhale the scent of his laundry detergent. It smells clean, fresh, with a the perfect hint of lemon and Seokjin.

It's always you who has pined after him. Ever since you were young, it's been you who was plagued with thoughts of him, when he never even batted a lash at you. His reciprocation sends you over the moon.

This is when you’re sure of yourself. There’s no way he doesn’t feel what you feel. There’s no reason that he would be here with you, allowing you to intimately grasp the fabric of his T-Shirt, and gazing at you with such intense desire if he doesn’t feel what you feel. The emotions in your heart bloom.

As you and Jin exit the movie theatre, you assert your dominance and interlock your fingers with his. His body visibly tenses up, but he relaxes into your touch, squeezing your hand gently. He walks you to the car, and opens the passenger door for you before sitting in the driver’s seat .

He's always a gentleman, opening every door for you. He even puts forward effort to buckle your seatbelt in You can tell by the way he looks at you, the way he’s gentle with you, the way he treats you, that he feels it too. You He knows how you feel and he feels it too.

So, you try to coax an answer out of him. “Jin,” you say quietly, before turning to him and reaching for his hand. “Thank you for spending so much time with me. Are you sure you don’t have anything else to do?”

He holds onto your hand, his thumb rubbing patterns into your skin. He looks you directly in the eye, and the eye contact is so intense that it makes you want to cower down a little. “I told you, I always put myself first. I only do what I want to do.”

.”

His eyes zero in on your lips that are glossed and look entrancing under the lights of his car. His tongue comes out to lick his lips and his left hand slowly slides up to the back of your head. He’s pulling you closer to him and his lips touch yours. He’s gently kissing your upper lip and you’re reciprocating his actions. Your tongue peaks through your lips, wanting nothing more than to make contact with his.

You guys end up in the backseat of his car.

-

After this, you and Jin often find yourselves meeting while the crescent moon illuminates the starry sky. You often spend the night at his condo, establishing your territory in the space right next to his bed, your imprint imbedded on the mattress. His sheets smell of your Chanel perfume. You’ve already established your space in his bathroom, a whole cabinet designated to your toiletries, cosmetics, and perfumes. A pink toothbrush stands adjacent to his black one, and you’re sure that Jin would be able to find six or seven pairs of fake eyelashes if he really looked around his apartment.

You find yourself spending the night at his apartment, dressing in nothing but cotton panties and one of his T-shirts, which are big enough to reach your knees. You’re lying down on top of him, your fingers playing with his hair, and your face in the crook of his neck. He’s sitting up, pillows behind his back and head. You move your head to bite his ear, which makes him flinch away from you.

You sit up, both legs wrapped around the sides of his body and you plant a kiss directly on his lips.

“Do you think I’d be a good entrepreneur?’ you mumble against his lips. His hands reach out to firmly grip your neck and he pushes his mouth further against yours, his tongue making contact with yours.

“Mhmm, of course. I think you can do anything you put your mind to.”

You giggle, wiping your lips with the back of your hand as you pull away from him. “Really?”

He’s gasping dramatically “Did you just wipe my kiss off?”

You put your hands on his cheeks and squeeze. “Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?”

His hands come up to where your hands are on top of his face, palm pressing against the back of your hand. He gently removes your hands from his face before intertwining his fingers with yours. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a sultry look. There’s a glint of mischeviousness and lust in his eyes. He doesn’t need to utter a word to you. He leans in, and his lips are against yours for the hundredth time tonight.

-

Rather than holding your hand when you’re out in public, Jin likes wrapping his arm around the width of your shoulder, securely holding you to his side. He likes having you as close to him as possible, loves to enjoy your scent, and how soft and snuggly you feel when you’re up against him. Even more so, he enjoys the way boys’ faces drop when they’re checking you out, to when they see you in his arms. Jin has always been mature, but he tends to become more territorial when it comes to people he cares for. He would never treat you as a possession, but he wants everybody to know that you’re his.

When you’re on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and his arms around your waist, committing sinful acts, he feels like he’s on top of the world. The hottest girl he’s ever seen, in his bed, and in his clothes, on his lap is a sight that never fails to get him riled up. He brushes the hair that falls in front of your eyes and tells you how beautiful he thinks you are. He loves the way his small actions cause you to react, the way you look away from him, and how the color of your cheeks begins to match the color of the marks on your neck.

Jin enjoys your company in every way. When he’s tirelessly working on a lengthy publication for a professor and sees you sprawled on his bed, scrolling through your phone, he feels a fire burn in his heart. You’re his remedy for when he’s tired. You’re his medicine for when he’s sick. You make it all better. He thinks you’re the most precious, yet alluring girl he’s ever seen, and can’t believe that gets the honor of having you around, having you dote on him.

So when he’s tired of typing up whatever the fuck he’s working on, he joins you on his bed. He never misses the way your eyes light up when he decides to lie down next to you, the way your arms reach out to be in his embrace.

He wants to be there for you. He wants to be there to help you navigate your adult life, because he’s been there. He understands you. He wants to be the one to tell you that it’s okay. He remembers how stressful it was dealing with stupid professors and asshole teammates who never regarded his well-being, and wants to be the pillar to support you. That’s why he puts you first. He helps you with every assignment, paper, and essay. He cares so much about you, about your future, because you make him feel alive. An eternal fire burns in his heart when you’re around. You make him feel confident, youthful, and alive. That’s why he gets possessive over you because he would rather die than see you make anyone else feel the way you make him feel. He gets sick to his stomach thinking of you relying incessantly on anybody else. He feels that it’s a little manipulative, but he helps you with these things to keep you around. He wants you to think that he’s smart, reliable, and wants you to want him.

Jin’s the type of guy to take you to museums rather than a fancy restaurant because he thinks that art is an underappreciated aspect of life. He shows off his favorite paintings, and shows you how he sees the artistic value in things. Afterward, you tell him that you want to go to a modern art exhibition, and you show him paintings, sculptures, and sketches from artists you adore. The same artists that you follow on Instagram, not the artists that you see in History textbooks

You smile and tell him that the art you like isn’t as old as the art he likes, but that was okay, because it was just like your relationship.

“You’re old, and I’m not!”

He graciously rolls his eyes at your backhanded comment, not holding back a smile that spreads across his face. He shoves his pockets into his coat, and turns his heel. “Well, you can find your own ride home.”

“No!” you run after his lead, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!”

He looks messing around with you, loves teasing you. Loves how your cute bottom lip juts out into a pout whenever he teases you. Loves everything about you.

But, Jin is petrified at what Namjoon would say when he finds out that he’s messing with his little sister. His head hurts at what people would say about him if they ever find out. No matter how happy you make Jin, how entranced you make him feel, he knows there needs to be an ending.

-

You’re in Jungkook’s dorm, you’re lying down on his bed while he’s doing homework on the desk near his bed. You’re bored out of your mind and you’re texting Yeji.

y/n ♡: i miss jin

Yeji 💗: tell me something i dont know

y/n ♡:i miss u more tho

Yeji 💗: BAEE

Yeji 💗: wanna hang tn?

y/n ♡: Yess!

A notification pops up from Jin and you don’t hesitate to press on it.

Jin: What are you doing tonight?

y/n ♡: Hanging with Yeji, were u gonna ask me come over?

Jin: Yea :((, but it’s okay. I know you need your girl time. We can hang later?

y/n ♡: I’m gonna clear my whole schedule for you next week, okay handsome?

Jin: I’ll do that too, beautiful.

You shut off your phone and throw it on the bed. He was too much. Too charismatic, too captivating. He knew every way to put a spell on your heart, he quite literally owned you. You’re so giddy and you start giggling, kicking your legs back and forth on the bed.

This warrants a confused look from Jungkook. “What the fuck are you laughing at?”

You let out a gratifying sigh, standing up to pat Jungkook’s head. “Oh Kookie-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ve met the guy of my dreams. You single people wouldn’t understand! Oh, how I pity you single fellows. You’ve probably gone without a woman’s touch for years. That makes my heart so sad,” you pretend to wipe your fake tears, and Jungkook raises a brow, giving you an unimpressed look.

“Are you talking about Jin hyung?” The vibe instantly changes from fun and playful to serious. You can tell that Jungkook is visibly irritated. After all, you know him so well. You wouldn’t say that you were scared of him, but slightly intimidated ?

“Uh-”

“You make it too fucking obvious. You think I don’t notice that shit?” He stands up, and he’s towering over you, which slightly intimidates you. He keeps going on, glaring at you. “You and him are always staring at each other. He’s always asking about you, and Y/N, I have your fucking location on.”

“Huh? You do?”

“Yes, I do. And I also have Jin’s location on! I still don’t get why you don’t trust me enough to tell me these things. I thought we were friends!” Jungkook lets out a dejected sigh, and starts to storm out of his room.

Quite frankly, you think he’s being dramatic but you chase after him.

“Koo, wait! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You run after him, tugging on his tattooed wrist. “I’ll tell you everything.”

He turns to look at you. His brows are still furrowed and his lips are pouted. “You better.”

“Just- just please don’t tell anyone.”

“Y/N, I’ve never aired your shit out to anyone. Ever.”

So, you sit with Jungkook on his bed. Both of you guys are sitting criss cross apple sauce and you tell him every little detail of what’s been going on for the past few months. You animatedy tell Jungkook how Jin makes you feel, how empowered he makes you feel. You squeal when you recall your first kiss in his Mercedes Benz, and you keep slapping Jungkook because you get so damn excited when you talk about Jin. You explain to Jungkook that you and Jin are the perfect vibe for each other and that he makes you feel complete.

You expect Jungkook to react enthusiastically, or at least tease you about it. But for the entirety of your little speech, he’s frowning. He doesn’t even react when you playfully slap his shoulder, or when you go into intimate detail about the salacious moments you’ve shared with him.

“I can’t listen to this anymore,” he mutters before bringing his hands up to his face to rub at his eyes.

“What?” you’re genuinely confused. Then it occurs to you. Does Jungkook like you? Is that why he’s so disturbed. You never expected that from him, but sometimes it can’t be helped. The typical best friends to lovers trope was sometimes inevitable. “Wait, Koo, do you like me?”

“What the fuck? Of course not,” he replies swiftly, his facial features crinkling in disgust.

“Okay, you didn’t need to react that strongly-”

Jungkook grabs your hands and looks you in the eye. “Y/N, I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t know the exact dynamic between you and Jin. I didn’t know if you guys were just messing around or if you guys actually liked each other, but, just brace yourself for this.”

You’re scared, your eyes turning into little crescents of worry. “Um okay?”

“Jin is seeing other women.”

-

At first you didn’t believe it. At first, you think you must Jungkook must beconfused, or mixed Jin up with someone else, but Jungkook’s sure of himself. Sure, you and Jin weren’t officially a couple. He was free to mess around with anyone he pleased, but the moments the two of you shared were just too special, too intimate. You can’t even fathom that Jin would meet with other people because you mental and physical connection with him was just too strong.

You don’t believe it until you see it yourself. You, Yeji, and Jungkook decide to go out to the club at night, and as you guys are exiting the first club, you see Jin sitting at a table at a restaurant with an unknown woman. She’s definitely older than you, seems more mature, and she’s undenyingly beautiful. She’s got long hair that cascades down her shoulders and is wearing a long summer dress with a long coat. Jin pulls out her chair for her, and is holding her bags and belongings like a gentleman.

You feel sick to your stomach. You see red. There was no way Jin was doing this to you. After all this time, he still saw you as a little kid. After all this time, he was still pursuing woman that were more mature, more wise, and more grown than you were.

So, you storm over to where he is, ignoring the protests from Yeji, and the waiter who tells you that you’re not allowed to enter the restaurant without a reservation.

You march over to him in your bright red mini dress and four inch pumps. Before he sits down, you place your palms on his chest and shove him. “Who the fuck is she?” Bitterness is laced in your voice tears are threatening to spill from your eyes.

A feminine voice from behind you speaks up. “Umm, I’m his date. Who are you?”

This is when you did the thing you were best at: crying. Tears are incessantly spilling from your water line. You feel more embarrassed because she’s dressed so elegantly, and you’re dressed like a literal stripper. She look so much more classy and mature compared to your promiscuous get up. It all adds to your insecurity, and the thoughts that plagued you telling you that you weren’t good enough for him. You assumed that he accepted you regardless of your intelligence and maturity, but now it’s apparent that he was chasing romance elsewhere.

The same feminine voice speaks again. “Seokjin, don’t tell me you’re a cheater?”

“Yes, he is a fucking cheater,” you seathe. “Because just last week I was in his bed and he was telling me how beautiful I was, and now he’s on a date with you.” You point at her, and at this point your words are barely comprehensible because you keep bllubbering and blubbering.

Seokjin doesn’t say anything. He just looks embarrassed that you’re making such an outcry in public.

“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry,” she says before pulling you into her gentle embrace. You’re even more embarrassed that you’re acting like a child, and Seokjin’s date is the one who comforts you.

“Fuck you Seokjin,” she says bitterly before holding your hand and guiding you out of the restaurant. You’re letting her hold on to your wrist, and guide you to safety. Safety away from the man who just shattered your heart into pieces. Your well being isn’t coherent enough for you to even see where you’re going, because you’re just looking down and wiping the fat tears that are rolling down gour cheeks.

She sits you down on a nearby bench, and kneels down so that she is eye level with you. “Keep your head up,” she says gently while caressing your hair. “Are those your friends over there?”

You sniffle, running your hand along your nose before nodding

. “I’ll leave you with them. You probably don’t want to see me right now.”

You sniffle once again before nodding your head. “Th-thank you.”

She smiles at you before she walks away, and you look over to see Jungkook and Yeji approaching you.

They sit on both sides of you, Yeji reaching to embrace you and Jungkook putting wrapping his jacket around your body.

“Fuck Seokjin,” Yeji mutters “He’s old as fuck anyways.”

“Yea,” Jungkook mimics. “Fuck him. He doesn’t deserve you-”

“Jungkook, shut the fuck up,” a deep voice interjects. You recognize it immediately. It’s Seokjin. You look up and he’s standing in front of you. You hate that your heart still flutters at his appearance, because he just looks so handsome. He’s wearing a black button up with black slacks and black boots, He’s got his hair slicked back like TaeMu from Business Proposal,and you think that he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.

Jin kneels in front of you, one hand on his thigh to maintain balance and the other hand reaching up to wipe a tear from your face. “Y/N, I’m sorry. Let’s talk this out,” his tone from how he just addressed Jungkook changes drastically. He’s always been gentle with you, speaking sickeningly sweetly

“Hyung, you should just go home-”

“Jungkook, I told you to shut the fuck up,” Jin boils, his tone back to menacing and intimidating. Jungkook backed down, listening to Jin. Jin often babied Jungkook who was the youngest in the frieind group. He let shit slide because Jungkook was like a little brother to him, and he adored Jungkook with all his heart. But, this was not one of those moments.

Jin grabs your hand and pulls you up. Despite the fact that you’re wearing such high heels, he still towers over you, and you stumble against him when you lose your balance, Jin guides you to his Mercedes Benx, always opening the door for you before settling in the driver’s seat of his vehicle. He backs out of his spot immediately, probably going twenty miles over the speed limit. He’s driving back to his place, not saying anything to acknowledge your presence. You’re still sniffling in the passenger seat, hands coming to rub at your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry for making a scene like that,” you say quietly between sniffles.

Jin looks at you and lets out a dejected sigh. “Don’t be sorry, Y/N, it’s my fault.”

At the red light, he reaches out to give your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s talk about it when we get home.”

The rest of the car ride is silent, except for the occasional sniffle from you.

You’re looking at Jin’s face, and trying to decipher how he feels from his facial expressions, but your efforts are to no avail. You really think about the situation. No matter how intimate you were with Jin, no matter how he makes you feel, you overreacted. Nowhere did Jin promise his loyalty to you, nor did he ever ask you to be his girlfriend. Technically, he didn’t do anything wrong, but you were still allowed to hurt. You suppose that this is your Karma, since you’ve done the same to so many other guys before your endeavors with Jin. A hopeless sigh escapes your mouth and you rest your head against the window of the car. You peer out at the shining city lights, the glowing night signs, and the couples who hapilly walk hand in hand with each other. You were so jealous of them.

Jin arrives in the vicinity of his apartment complex. As usual, he keeps the door locked so you can’t get out of the car yourself. He always has to be the one to open the car door for you. It’s quite an endearing habit until you remember that he probably has treated other women the same, which makes you avoid eye contact with him until you step foot inside the elevator to hus place. The two of you stand by side, not speaking to each other, and not making any form of contact.

Funny enough, he follows you to his apartment, and allows you to put in the key number to enter his place. As soon as he steps foot into his apartment, he swiftly shits the door and leans against it.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Jin mutters. You can steal hear him clearly.

From what Jungkook told you, and from what you saw, it is exactly what it looks like. Rage bubbles inside of your veins, and you can’t help but raise your voice. “That was exactly what it looked like. I’m not good enough for you so you’re looking for other girls to make you happy.”

At your harsh words, Jin immediately frowns. He crosses his arms, and throws his head back, staring directly at the ceiling. “Don’t fucking say that, cause it’s not true.” He states firmly. He looks at you, and you’re giving him your signature puppy eyes. Your eyes are sparkling under the dim light of his apartment, most likely from the tears that are building up.

He notices this immediately and pulls you into his embrace. “Y/N,” he says quietly, bringing up a hand to gently caress the back of your head. “You don’t know how much you mean to me. You don’t know how much I care about you. But, we can’t be together. Think about what people would say, what the boys would say, what people from our hometown would say-”

“Oh, so you care more about other people’s opinions that my opinion?” You pull away from him and stare at his face. He’s clearly upset. His brows are furrowed but sadness is written all over his face. His eyes are wandering around the room, he won’t look at you.

“I do care about your opinion. I care about what you think of me so damn much, but it’s complicated.”

“What’s too complicated?” you ask quietly. “You know how I feel about you. It’s simple, actually.” You take a deep breath when the words com e out of your mouth. “I-I love you.”

You can tell that Jin flinches when he hears your bold declaration of love. It hurts you, but to you it doesn’t matter. You feel like this is the last shot you’ve got with the man you’ve loved your whole life. Your whole fucking life, you’ve ran away from him because you were too embarrassed, too shy, too awkward to talk to him. There in that moment, you decide that you’ve ought to gather the courage and tell him everything. You need to tell him how you feel, and you need to fight for your love. For the very first time in your life, you decide not to run away.

“And I know you feel something for me too, Jin. It wasn’t just me who felt like our connection was real. I can feel it in the way you touch me. I can feel it in the way you talk to me. I can feel it in the way you look at me. I’m not going to blame you for going out with that woman, because we never made it official, but please please tell me what’s wrong.” You’re pouring your heart out, speaking with such emotion that Jin’s heart is physicalt shaken by how you’re talking to him.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m sorry.” He grabs your face and stares at you with such emotion. “You’re perfect, and it’s my fault for ruining what we have,” For the first time, Jin is the one whose got tears in his eyes. He puts his hands down, and intertwines his fingers with yours, leading the two of you into his bedroom. You sit down on his queen sized bed and let him continue speaking.

“It is complicated, Y/N. Think about it. Y/N, when I was a freshman in college, I was picking you up from your middle school softball games,” he’s not looking at you, just at his feet that are still clad in their boots. “It makes me feel weird. It makes me feel like I’m taking advantage of your crush on me.” He finally looks at you, and hurt is written across his face. “Right now, you like me. But later on, I don’t ever want you to feel that I’m a creepy old man whose taking advantage of your tony crush on me. I don’t want you to hate me.”

At his confession, your heart breaks. You never thought about it like that, just chased after him with lust and love on your mind. “I would never think that. I’m not a kid anymore, I know what I’m doing. I know how I feel about you.” You stand up and waddle over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. “Stop acting like you’re an old man. You’re 26, not 72.”

Jin lets out a laugh at that. “I know, but-“

“There’s not buts, I’m confident about my feelings for you. Sure, I had a stupid crush on you when I was younger, but my feelings have grown for you ever since we ran into each other at the boba place.” You squeeze him, resting your head against his chest. You can hear his heart beating erratically and you’ll take that as a good sign.

He gently kisses the top of your forehead. “Thank you. That’s really reassuring. But, what about Namjoon? He’ll kill me if he ever finds out what we’ve been up to.”

You pull away, an amused look on your face. “Namjoon? Jin, he doesn’t give a shit who I talk to. He never has.”

At your words, Jin visibly hesitates. “That’s not true,” he mumbles. “Namjoon does care. You just don’t see it”

You give him a curious look to express your genuine confusion.

“He does care about you, Y/N. He’s not extra protective or anything, but he’s always looking out for you. Ever since high school, he does a background check on all the guys you talk to- just to make sure they’re normal.”

“Background check?”

“You know, like asking around, paying Jungkook to find out if the guy is bad news-”

“What the fuck? That’s weird.”

“It’s not Y/N. He’s just worried, and I can’t betray him like that. I respect him enough as one of my best friends to not mess around with his sister, so this is why we have to stop.”

“Jin, if you respect Namjoon, then you would tell his sister the truth,” Desperation is laced in your voice.You’re persistent. You’ve liked him your whole life, your feelings so intense it’s unfathomable. You’ve had a taste of him, and you don’t want to let him go now you know what it feels like. It’s embarrassing, even humiliating to beg for a man like the way you are. You just want him to see the bigger picture, that your connection with him is worth more than his friendship with Namjoon. “Plus, I’m my own person. I’m not my brother’s belonging.”

Jin hesitates. Guilt is etched across his face. He inhales through his nose deeply before saying “You’re completely right, I just feel guilty. I don’t want to upset him. Fuck-”

“Okay, but fuck Namjoon. You’re acting childish and you still haven’t given me an answer. Please tell me how you feel. Please” you don’t hesitate to cut him off, and you’re pushing him forward, pressing up against him until he plops down on his queen sized bed. His black button up and slacks sparkly contrast his snow white sheets. When he’s sitting down and you’re standing up, you can make direct eye contact with him.

His heart hurts because you look so desperate. He physical feels an ache in his chest because of the situation he’s put you in. He hates to see you looking so desperate, to see your eyes welling in tears, but the way you strongly react to him sets his heart ablaze. “Jin” you begin. “Without thinking about Namjoon, and without thinking about anything else, please tell me how you feel. I-I can’t give up on you if I know that you felt it too. Even if you felt like you liked me back the slightest bit, please let me know.” Fat tears are rolling down your face. You need to let him know how you feel, want to show him how bad you want him. “ I promise I’ll be better for you. so please give me a chance. I j-just don’t want to let you go without trying-“

Jin’s lips crash on yours. He pulls you up so you’re sitting on his lap, and straddling him. He embraces you tightly, your tongues colliding and teeth crashing. He gently grips your beck, maneuvering your head up ever so slightly so he can deepen the kiss. He moans into your mouth, to show you how much he loves it, to show you how much he enjoys you. After a good minute, he rests his head against your forehead, breathing in and out deeply.

“Y/N, don’t ever think that you have to fight for us.”

Oh, so that’s his answer. He doesn’t want you to fight for your relationship. Your stomach drops until he continues with his words.

“I’m the one who’s going to fight for us. I don’t give a fuck if Namjoon thinks it’s weird, I don’t care what anybody has to say. I-I love you too. Love you so much. I’m sorry for fucking it all up, I was just scared, and I was worried.”

He hears you sniffle. You’re crying again. Crying because of how intense your emotions are and crying because of how happy you are to hear his confession. “You’re such an asshole. Can’t believe you went on dates with other girls,” You learn forward and push your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I cared about you too much, was trying to move on from you. I thought it wasn’t right. I’m such an idiot.”

“I know you are,” is all you said. You gently push him away, your palms resting on his chest. “But, I just need some space to process everything. I feel like you cheated on me, Jin. Even though I love you, I just need time to think things through."

At this, Jin’s stomach drops, but he knows it’s deserved. He reaches out to give your hand a gentle squeeze before telling you to take all the time that you need, and that he’ll always be here waiting.

That night, he doesn’t get a wink of sleep. He feels so guilty, so horrible that he hurt you, that he ever doubted your relationship. He was supposed to be the older, more dependable counter part, but he feels like he fucked it up. He’s going to do anything to make it up to you.

-

Two weeks pass without any contact with Jin. Though you never respond, he checks up on you daily. He tells you he hopes you’re having a good day, sends you a good morning and good night text. The funny thing is, you know you’re bound to cave in. You know you’re bound to run back into his arms because you care so much about him, but you just need space.

You feel betrayed. How could Seokjin do that to you? How could he go on a date with another woman and invite you over to his place like nothing happened? You questioned the validity of his claims. Did he really care about you? You know he’s a good person, would never play you. But it was all just so confusing.

So you find solice at Jungkook’s place, spending the night there for a whole week. As your best friend, he’s comforting and understanding, never making you feel bad for taking up his space. You tell him what happened between you and Jin the night that you caught him on a date, and he listens to you attentively, showing you that he genuinely cares about you and what you have to say.

“I feel pathetic. I basically begged him to stay with me and to give him a chance. I thought I should stop running away from him, and that I should tell him how I really feel, but now I feel like I’ve thrown away all my dignity.” You and Jungkook are sitting criss cross apple sauce on his bed. You’ve got a mud mask on your face, and Jungkook is in the process of applying the creamy past on his.

“Hey, don’t ever feel bad for fighting for love. I think that it’s courageous,” he responds, giving his two cents. “You’ve saved your dignity enough these past eight years, it’s okay to be vulnerable with him.” Jungkook closes the cap of the mud mask bottle and lies down on his bed.

“And I know Jin fucked up, but it’s not like he’s a bad person. If he told you that he loves you, he means it. I’m sure that if you guys make up he’ll do everything to make it up to you. And..” Jungkook hesitates, glancing at you to read your facial expression. You just look kinda sad, peering down at your manicured hands.

“He’s rich,” Jungkook finished.

You snort, playfully slapping Jungkook’s arm. “It’s not about that. I like him for him.”

“I know you do. Of course you do, but him being rich is always a plus.”

You sigh. “Yea, I guess. But I don’t know, I just wish he didn’t go on a date with those girls, I would have gathered up the courage to ask him out eventually.”

Jungkook laughs, looking at his reflection in his phone camera to see if he evenly dstributed the mask on his face. “Not trying to defend him, but I understand where he’s coming from. Namjoon is sorta protective of you and it is a little weird since he’s seen us grow up- but of course he should have been transparent about his actions.”

“I don’t know why everybody keeps saying that. Namjoon is not protective of me. We talk like every other week.”

Jungkook raises a brow at you. “He doesn’t care about what you do, but obviously he doesn’t want to see you murdered by some random man you go out with.”

“Whatever Koo. Here, let’s take a selfie with our masks. “

Jungkook sits up immediately, throwing up a peace sign as you hold up your phone to take a selfie. You stick out your tongue, and decide that the pic is cute enough to put on your story.

-

“Oh, Y/N’s with Jungkook right now,” Namjoon mutters as he peers down at his phone.

“Wait, what? Let me see,” Jin immediately says, reaching over the six foot table to grab Namjoon’s phone.

Namjoon gives him a weird look, and Jin doesn’t even notice because he’s staring at this picture of you and Jungkook. In the back of Jin’s mind, he ponders if you would change your mind about him and decide that you like Jungkook. After all, could a boy and a girl really be best friends? Jin adores Jungkook with all his heart, but he knows he wouldn’t ever be able to bear it if you and Jungkook decided that you liked each other and started dating.

“You’ve been down the past two weeks, why you are getting excited over a little picture of Y/N and Kook?” Namjoon wonders out loud.

Jin immediately looks at Namjoon, his attention shifting. “Oh.”

Namjoon just gives Jin a suspicious look. Jin knows that lying never gets him anywhere, so he tries to be transparent with your brother.

“Look, some things have happened between me and Y/N, but I’m not sure if she wants me to tell you. I promise I’ll tell you when the time’s right.”

Namjoon briefly looks stunned but then his face returns to the usual nonchalant expression. “Geez, ok. Nothing bad though, right? Like she isn’t gonna die or anything.”

“No, gosh. Of course not. I mean, it’s not the best, but you just have to trust me with this.” Jin wants to laugh because Namjoon always takes it too far. It’s always life and death with him.

“I trust you.” And of course Namjoon trusts Jin, because he and Jin have such a strong bond that can’t be easily jepoardized.

Jin is content with this answer, so happy that he offers to treat Namjoon to a late night meal.

-

A few days later, you muster up the courage to show up at Jin’s place. You inhale deeply, knocking on the door.

Jin opens the door, a huge bouquet of roses held snuggly to his chest. “Oh,” is what he first says. “Um, these are for you.”

You purse out a smile. “Um, thanks.”

“I was just gonna leave to go to your dorm. I can’t believe you’re here in front of me. Please come in.” He opens the door for you, waiting for you to step foot into his condo before setting the roses down. Usually, you’re comfortable in his place, but right now, you feel awkward. You’re awkardly standing in the middle of his living room, playing with your fingers and looking down at your hands.

Jin leans against the door way, staring at you. He thinks you look cute, wearing an oversized shirt he recognizes as one of Namjoon’s old T-shirts, and shorts.

“I missed you,” he breathes out.

You look up at him, and you feel like crying again. You missed him so much, but you the image of him with other women plagues your mind, and you feel like you’re going into sensory overload. You approach him, hands balled up into fists. You firmly punch his chest. “I fucking hate you,” is all you say.

Jin’s face falls, lips forming into a frown. “I’m sorry,” is how he replies. “I missed you, and I’m sorry. I’m stupid.”

“You are,” you immediately reply “but I missed you so much.” You wrap your arms around his neck, letting his arms find their place around your waist. “Heard that you never kissed or hug the girls you went out with, andm made them pay for your food,” you whisper in his ear. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What I did was still fucked up, though,” he responds.

You squeeze him tighter, letting him lift you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist.

“Make it up to me, then.” You’re looking directly into his eyes, and Jin feels like he’s going crazy. You look so beautiful, seductively whispering to him. He immediately nods, never being able to deny you, and he carries you into his room.

That night, Jin delicately massages your body, and treats you to take-out from your favorite restaurant. You’re letting him knead at the tensed up muscles on your shoulder as the two of you watch a serial killer documentary on his flat screen TV. You’re eating expensive sashimi from your favorite sushi place, feeling spoiled by Jin’s incessant desire to pamper you.

Jin takes a moment to part away from you, grabbing a single rose from the bouquet he purchased. He plops down next to you on the sofa, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He holds up the rose in front of you. “Will you be my girlfriend? Please? I swear I’ll make you happy. Give you whatever you want, forever and always.”

You’re adamantly nodding wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your lips to his. “Of course, of course!”

-

The next day, Jungkook comes over to Jin’s place and sits Jin down on his own sofa. “Hyung, I love you. But, you made Y/N cry. So this is what we are going to do. You’re going to watch Y/N go on a date with Ethan Kim, so you know how she feels.”

Jungkook thinks he’s so funny and clever for coming up with this plan, but Jin doesn’t find it amusing. You’re leaning on Jin’s shoulder and then you’re enthusiastically nodding along. So apparently, you liked Jungkook’s stupid idea too.

“Didn’t you sleep with him, though?” he asks.

“That’s the point,” Jungkook retorts “He actually really likes her a lot, so I feel bad using him for revenge, but it’s what has to be done.”

“You tell him, Jungkook!” is what you say enthusiastically, until you notice Jin glaring at you. He playfully scoffs. He’s manspreading, elbows resting on his thighs and chin resting on his palm. You sheepishly giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and affectionately kissing his cheek.

“After that,” Jungkook continues “You can break the news to everybody that you guus are a thing. You guys have my silence until then.”

Dismayed is the proper adjective to describe how Jin is feeling. He playfully scoffs, “Isn’t there any other way to do this?”

Jungkook immediately responds. “Absolutely not. I can vouch that you’ve probably been on like six or seven dates since you started seeing Y/N. Y/N going on one shouldn’t be a big deal.”

Jin is even more shocked. Yea, he was guilty. But.. it was just so out of pocket for Jungkook to air his shit out like that. He fucked up, yes. But all these dates he went on were feeble attempts to get his mind off you. You were the figure that plastered throughout his mind constantly, and it scared him. He was scared that Namjoon would ostracize him, forever pissed at him for taking advantage of his sister. It felt so so wrong to feel the way he felt about it you. He felt like he was taking advantage of you in a way, that he was using your innocence, and your innocent crush on him for his own physical gratification, even though it was so much more than physical gratification. Everything about you scared him. You were an enigma.

Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if you felt the way he did for you. He without a doubt knew that you were physically attracted to him, but he wasn’t so sure if you felt what he felt on an emotional level. If he were ever to confess to you, let he know how he really felt, it was entirely possible for you to reject him, your face cringing in disgust. What made it worse was that when he was looking for other girls, he was only through them for the qualities you possessed. Your playfulness that cheered him up whenever his heart was heavy. Your confidence, that was so evident whenever you walked through the halls on campus, and your intelligence, the one that you used to carry hours of enamoring conversations with him.

It wasn’t like you guys were ever a couple, just friends with benefits.

In his defense, these girls were all random girls he found on Tinder. He thought they were cute, (that’s why he swiped, duh), but it never went anywhere. He never kissed them, never felt a connection with them, never even paid them much attention during and after the date. He kinda saw it as a free meal after the first three dates.

He immediately whips his head to you, and you’re distancing yourself away from him to the other side of the couch. “Baby,” he voices gently, inching closer to you. He reaches out to touch you, but you reject it, swatting his hands away.

“Six or seven?” you mumble .

“Awww, my poor bestie,:Jungkook plops down between you and JIn, securely wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in for a side hug. He looks at Jin and sticks out his tongue, provoking him which makes Jin want to smack the kid on the side of his head.

You brush Jungkook off and stand up, picking up your purse from the table. “I think I need some time to rethink this,” you mumble. You snatch your keys from Jungkook’s hand (you have no idea why he’s holding them), and eloquently exit through the door of Jin’s apartment.

Jin deserves it, he knows, but that doesn’t stop him from throwing a pillow at Jungkook’s head.

That night, Jin gets a text that makes him scream into his pillow.

-

Jin can fully acknowledge that he’s getting everything that he deserves. Yes, he was smart as shit, extremely emotionally intelligent, but was so intimidated by his relationship with you that he made the wrong moves, made the mistake of looking for the qualities he liked about you in other women. He’s sitting next to Jungkook at some francy French place called Dîner Du Soir, vehemently eying you as you saunter into the restaurant.

He hates that you look so beautiful, so stunning as you always do. You’re wearing a peach shaded strapless dress, with a deep cut V- neckline. White laced heels grace your feet, and a Louis Vuitton clutch is snug up to your side, with your hand holding it in place. You’re wearing a full face of makeup. You forgo your typical tinted gloss and are sporting a bold dark pink lip. You’re sporting a low pony, long curtain bangs beautifully framing the features of your face. Jin is bothered that Ethan’s blazer is draped around your shoulders, and that his eyes have been quite literally glued to you since the moment you walk in.

It bothers JIn, but he finds it quite amusing. He finds it amusing that you aren’t even paying attention to this kid, your eyes wandering to hiim frequently. He can’t help but be amused that every time you lick your lips, your eyes meet his. He knows he’s got it in the bag, that you’re so whipped for him that your clumsy attempt of making him jealous won’t have any long term substance.

So, he sits back, and watches when Ethan brushes aside your bangs that get in the way of your eyes. He watches when Ethan’s hand grabs yours over the table, squeezing it and gazing attentively at you. Um, ok, maybe the physical intimacy is bothering him, cause Ethan’s lovingly massaging your hands, looking at you with heart eyes.

That night, Jin hovers over you in his bed. You’re back is against the matress, head slightly elevated by the headboard. He’s sitting up with his shins, your knees in between his legs. He attentively grasps your hand, and brings your hands up his lips. He’s pressing tender kisses on each of your knuckles.

“You think you’re so funny,” he mutters under his breath. He’s kissing his way up your arm, ocassionally stopping to suck a pink flower on your skin. His lips reach yout neck, and he knows it’s one of the most sensitive parts of your body. His lips attack that area, hands firmly gripping your wrist. You’re mewling out from your sensitivity, your hands pulling on the hair on his head. He pulls back away from you a little bit, his pupils filating when he sees all the pretty flowers that are blooming on your neck and your right arm. “Prettiest girl in the whole fucking world,” he mutters in dimay, cause he can’t believe that you’re this pretty, and you’re under him in his own bed. Your face is illuminated by the moonlight, and he can see every detail of your face perfectly. His lips gravitate towards your neck once again, sucking pretty pink and purple flowers that have you mewling and moaning from how sensitive you are. Your neck cranes to the direction he’s in, so he won’t have any access to it, but he brings his big, strong hands up to your head, positioning it at an angle so he can have ample access to it. “Jinn,” you mewl out “Too sensitive, stop,”

Jin pulls away to admire your beauty again. He loves how sensitive you are for him, especially when he’s doing nothing but kissing your neck. “Sorry, just feeling a little mean after today. Wanna wash his touch off you.”

You giggle, pulling him closer to you. “That’s what you get.”

-

Namjoon looks dumbfounded when Jin breaks the news to him. Well, you think he looks dumbfounded, because you’re not actually there to see it. You’re making him do it by myself, and you’re eavesdropping from the guest room of Namjoon’s apartment.

“Are you sure about this?” Namjoon mutters. “Like have you really thought about it?”

You’re anticipating Jin’s answer, and he replied without hesitation. “Of course I have. I really like her, I swear I’ll make her happy.”

Namjoon isn’t mad, nor does he feel the need to question Jin’s actions. He trusts Jin with his life. Jin’s the one whose helped him study for every test, exam, and even taught him how to drive. Jin’s the one whose always been there for him, his best friend.

“I’m just confused,” Namjoon replies. “You never paid attention to her.”

“Well, she was persistent, so I was gonna notice her eventually.”

“I just can’t believe her crush on you lasted this long.”

You step out of your room, huffing. “It’s not just a crush, I love him.”

“What the fuck? Is that a hickey?”

my mind is spiraling.

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Nothing Personal 🔞 | 01

Pairings: Actor!Jeongguk x Actress!Reader Genre: nothing personal universe, enemies to lovers, fake dating Word Count: 6.9k+ words

Summary: The mischievous star and the prim & proper underdog card is a good route. They need someone who isn’t as famous as him – which is you. ( nothing personal series ) / ( masterlist )

Warnings: sexual tension, mentions of getting panic attacks

Chapter 1: The Star & The Underdog

@JJK_97 tweeted: It has come to my attention that my actions caused hurt to the people around me. They are not a reflection of who I really am, but I would like to sincerely apologize. I will be making an effort to straighten out my wrongs and make it up to my fans. Thank you. - JK

“That’s it? You call this an apology?” You purse your lips as you read through his statement one more time, “This could fit in a tweet and the character limit wouldn’t even run out!”

“That’s Jeongguk for you,” your manager, Hoseok, quipped.

“I don’t get why he still has fans for being an open asshole, though?” You put your phone away, placing it gently on the table.

“The universe always falls in love with a stubborn heart,” Hoseok chuckled. “But benefit of the doubt for the guy, he never enjoyed his childhood so that could be why.”

You groaned, “This is why casting children should be banned.”

“As a dad myself, I agree,” his brows knitted together as he read through a message on his phone. “But as a talent agent, it is asked of me to disagree,” you chuckled at his response. 

As luck would have it, you and Hoseok found each other at the right time, and place in your lives. He just started his own independent talent agency when he stumbled upon one of your works for a highly regarded indie film director. One look at you, and he knew you had that grit he was looking for in an artist he wanted to sign.

You were just humbly living your life, agreeing to act in theater plays and small movies if you’re lucky. It’s wonderful that your parents were very supportive of whatever you chose to do in your life, and you were immensely grateful for that. Acting, for you, is a great creative outlet to extend another side of you. It never felt like a job, but more like living in the shoes of characters whose lives are far more interesting than yours. 

Initially, you were keen on production as a career. Though you were made for the stages and limelight, you preferred working behind the cameras. You found it interesting how a screenplay writer’s ideas come to life, and how the viewers' eyes glimmered whenever a movie’s climax was slowly building up. And so, you dreamt of being a writer. 

After you had just graduated college, you won an award at Busan Film Festival as best supporting actress – where Hoseok found you. You clearly remember how he was wearing a crisp, clean suit and how warmly he approached you. It was as if the theater girl from high school had turned into a rising actress in just a blink of an eye. Hoseok was able to book you in countless independent films that he thought you would do very well and that you delivered.

There was never a conflict between you and your manager. However, he wasn’t fond of you giving a huge part of your income to charity – mainly dogs and cats that needed help. In your defense, animals are far better than humans; animals loved you unconditionally and never obliged you to give them something in return. Whereas with people, they use you to their own advantage and schemes.

Not everyone gets lucky with their managers or agency, but you hit the lottery when you met Hoseok. He was a boss, a father figure, and a friend rolled into one. Not a lot of people genuinely rooted for you, but he always did and made sure that the roles you landed will bring out nothing but the best of you and your potential.

“Excuse me, Y/N, but I really have to take this call,” he looked at you with a pout, disheartened that he had to take a work-related call on lunch out with you.

You nodded your head, “It’s okay, it could be very important.”

Eagerly looking for a quiet spot, Hoseok’s pace quickened as he stared at his blinking phone. He knows something was about to come up whenever this man called him and asked for a so-called favor. But like always, he still had to pick up his longtime friend’s ‘emergency.’

Drawing a deep sigh, he finally accepts the call, “What is it this time, Yoongi?”

Yoongi chuckled on the other line, “Such a good friend. How’d you know I needed help?”

“I didn’t spend half of my adult life with you for nothing,” Hoseok’s nose scrunched as he grinned. “Well? What is it this time?”

“We’ve been doing some research lately, and fortunately, we found a good match for Jeongguk,” Hoseok’s smile faltered.

“What do my talents have to do with your guy?” Hoseok’s heart paced erratically against his chest, knowing where this conversation was headed.

“Shin Y/N. She’s with you, right?” His heart paced erratically at the mention of your name. More so, the idea of you and Jeongguk potentially working together.

“Yoongi, if this is one of those dating stints, I’m not letting Y/N go through this.” Yoongi sighed, knowing how Hoseok is very protective of all his artists’ welfare. Unlike him, he was more money-logical and business-minded. Whereas, Hoseok always made sure his talents were comfortable with the projects before proceeding.

“It’s not like we haven’t done it before, Hoseok.” Hoseok’s lip tightened into a thin line. 

“You know what happened last time. Song Hye Kyo is miserable because of us,” In his office, Yoongi was massaging his temples, knowing that it would be a long bargain with Hoseok just for him to agree on working with you. “I can’t bear to put Y/N through the same hell.”

“But that’s none of our faults. Joong Ki and Hye Kyo were only people who fell in love at the most absurd timing that they forgot they were doing a part of their job.” That made perfect sense, however, Hoseok still wasn’t buying it, “You can look at the cons all you want, but if you could just look at the good side in this, this might potentially be Y/N’s biggest break.”

“And how is fake dating your problematic boy a big break?” Hoseok lifted a brow.

“Everyone loves a good real-life romance. You know, the bad boy and good girl trope? They eat that shit up like crazy,” On the other line, he could sense that Yoongi was grinning, “If you think about it carefully, it could open even more doors for Y/N, especially when we’re planning on having her in one of his biggest movies to date…after your approval, of course.”

Hoseok shut his eyes tightly, replaying the last words he had told you: ‘As a dad myself, I agree. But as a talent agent, it is asked of me to disagree.’ He felt like a hypocrite right now. “Fine, you got yourself a deal. But if anything unexpected happens to Y/N, this is over.”

“Good business with you, my friend.” Yoongi smiled as he ended the phone call.

Your manager sure doesn’t know how he’ll face you when he gets back.

While stirring your hot chocolate, you lifted your head when the cafe’s bell rang open, revealing an unhappy Hoseok who was making his way back to your table. You watched him lazily pull out his chair and drop his weight with a sad sigh.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Jung?” you worriedly asked.

“Y/N, I need you to take it back,” he looked at you, almost pleading, but you didn’t understand what or why.

“Take back what?” you quirked a brow.

“What you said about Jeongguk being an asshole,” he sounded as if he was pleading this time.

“But he is?” Your snort made your manager’s frown deepen. 

Hoseok shook his head, looking around the place if anyone had heard you say anything negative about Jeongguk, “You don’t understand. You can’t just casually say things like that anymore.”

Your brows furrowed at his demeanor, “And why is that? It’s not like we're an on-screen couple or anything.” The panic-stricken look on Hoseok’s face rang all the alarms in your head, “Sir…you didn’t? Did you? Oh my god!”

Hoseok sighed defeatedly, feeling so apologetic for the footing he had put you on, “I’m really sorry, Y/N. But it’s such a good next step in your career, and I don’t want you wasting your full potential on small screens. You know how I plan to bring you to bigger ones, right?”

“I– yes, but…Why me? Why not So-hee? She can body the role better than I ever will,” you chewed on your bottom lip.

“So-hee has a boyfriend, you don’t,” he says as a matter of fact, hoping you’d get the hint.

Your eyes squinted at his reply, “What does being single have to do with me being an on-screen partner to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?” 

“Your role is to be his fake girlfriend.” Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose, resting his back on the chair restlessly, “Tentatively.” Your jaw falls open.

Your orbs widened in disbelief, “I thought we were on the same page!” Frustratedly, you ran your fingers through your locks, “Why didn’t you tell me it was that kind of role!?”

“They were looking for someone who is his total opposite. It just so happened you made it to the equation. And I know how well you work on every opportunity we give,” Hoseok apologetically looked at you. “Besides, this is the biggest project in your career ever, and potentially, your one of many,” you sulked in your seat, still trying to wrap your head around everything your manager had just said. “Y/N, I know this is ridiculous, but it’s not a bad idea – the mischievous star and the prim & proper underdog card is a good route. They need someone who isn’t as famous as him, which is you,” your manager winced when you gasped audibly.

You dramatically held a hand to your head, and acted as if you were fainting, “U-underdog? N-not as f-famous as him?”

Hoseok chuckled at your Broadway-Esque acting, “Sorry, business terms if you would put it.”

Sighing deeply, you doubtfully looked at him through your lashes, “It’s just acting…right?”

He nodded, “Purely for PR. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Knowing that there wasn’t any way out of this, you let out a defeated sigh, “Fine, but please, I’m begging you, I don’t want the police coming after me.”

Hoseok covered his mouth as he suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they don’t.”

You, Hoseok, and Namjoon sat in awkward silence at the MYG Artists conference room. The day of your contract signing had finally come, and to say that you weren’t nervous was an understatement. You glanced at your manager and Jungkook’s manager, seeing that they were also as equally as nervous as you were, so that gave you some sort of relief. At least you’re not the only one.

After an hour of waiting, the three of you finally heard someone humming a melody. You lifted your head at the glass panes to look for where the beautiful sound was coming from, but much to your disappointment, it was Jeongguk who did it. 

“Great, he’s finally here,” Namjoon grunted under his breath.

Jeongguk halts his steps, squinting his eyes at the three of you before he enters the room. He eyed the three of you suspiciously, then made his way to sit beside Namjoon with so much hesitation.

His wide doe eyes scanned the room, “I don’t feel so good about this.” 

Namjoon politely pointed his palms at Hoseok, “Jeongguk, this is Mr. Jung Hoseok of Hope World Entertainment,” then he pointed toward you afterward, “And this is Shin Y/N, your on-screen partner in the movie and your new girlfriend,” he says casually.

Jeongguk blinked a few times, trying to process everything, “Nice joke, I give it a 5 out of 10 for effort.” The three of you watched Jeongguk laugh until it finally died down when he figured his agent was serious, “Deadass?”

When Namjoon nodded, he frustratedly slammed his hand on the table, “No fucking way, hyung.”

“It’s still happening,” Namjoon says flatly.

Jeongguk shook his head, “No, it’s not. Nobody can control me or how I live my life, and most certainly, not with who I want to be with.”

Namjoon’s brows shot up, feeling somehow embarrassed that you and Hoseok had to experience his attitude first-hand, “Why? Are you seeing someone that we don’t know of?”

Jeongguk froze in his spot, slowly shaking his head, ”I–...No”

Namjoon clapped, “Then it’s settled.” 

Jeongguk looked at you with piercing eyes and thought, ‘Annoying.’ When you uncomfortably shifted in your seat, he wondered if he had said his thoughts too loud that it made its way to get through you. 

“She’s a good actress.” Namjoon’s words were a blur in Jeongguk’s scrambled brain. As he studied your features, he noted how your hands were petite compared to his strong, large ones.  

“She also starred in a film festival entry called ‘Above and Beyond.’” Still, he treated you with subtle interest. He had starred in numerous blockbuster films and, a small film entry doesn’t guarantee a lot of money if he were being honest.

Jeongguk cleared his throat, a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he stared at you, “So, she’s nothing but a convenience is what you’re trying to say?”

Namjoon and Hoseok’s gazes flickered at his choice of words. Unlike Namjoon, this was Hoseok’s first time experiencing a bad jab from his tactless mouth. Your manager anxiously glanced over at you to see your reaction, much to his surprise, you didn’t take any offense to what Jeongguk had said about you.

You sarcastically smiled at him, trying to stifle your giggles in, “I’m sorry, but if anything, it’s you who is of convenience for me.”

Hoseok and Namjoon looked at each other and snorted at your retort. Namjoon felt proud that you handled his talent’s ill-manners better than expected. On the other hand, Jeongguk was taken aback by your response, jaws clenching with narrowed eyes.

“Is that why you agreed to this–what’s your name again?” Jeongguk says lowly.

“It’s Y/N, pleasure to meet you, too.” He doesn’t respond to the smile or the sarcasm you gave him. “It’s more like we don’t have a choice, but you get the idea,” you shrugged.

He finally smiled at you – one that is grim and seething with pent-up anger, “So, you’re completely fine with people dictating you on what to do in your life?”

You confidently shook your head, “Not really, but that’s what working in this line of work entailed.”

His smile faltered to a frown, throwing his hands frustratedly in the air, “Fucking unbelievable. So you wanna be a puppet huh? Let the system get through you, is that it?”

Knowing how Jeongguk could be in a fit of tantrums, Namjoon quickly steps in to calm him down, “Listen, it’s not real. It’s fake. She’s a fake girlfriend, and you’re in a fake relationship with her. It’s not that deep, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk eyes him from head to toe, “I don’t need a fake relationship, and I definitely don’t need her.”

“Are you kidding me? Really?” Namjoon scoffed at him, “You’re career’s going south, the public doesn’t like your attitude, and the only way to save what's left of your career is by being in a relationship with someone who seemed to have ‘changed’ you.” Jeongguk only rolled his eyes at him, but Namjoon wasn’t done getting his point across his thick skull, “The agency will drop you if you don’t get your act right.”

Lifting a brow, Jeongguk wasn’t fazed by the threat, “They can’t let me go when I bring in the most money in this company from the god-forsaken industry.”

Namjoon’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek as his patience was running thin, “What makes you think you’re the only marketable artist here? We have Kim Taehyung and Park Seo-Joon in our roster alongside you. Not to mention, Taehyung’s coming after all the projects the other directors have dropped you. Need I say more?” Jeongguk remained silent, sulking somberly in his seat as he eyed his manager with so much irritation. When Namjoon thought that Jeongguk had no longer anything to say, he fakely smiled at him, “Good.”

On the other side of the table, you leaned on your side and whispered at Hoseok, “Is this what I have to deal with?”

He hesitantly looked at you and whispered back, “I’ll go to a prayer temple for you.”

‘That didn’t make me feel any better.’ Your brows scrunched in the feeling of doom that sat in the pits of your stomach.

Thankfully, Jeongguk’s violent reactions had stopped briefly. All you could do was sigh as you watched Namjoon pull out what seemed to be the non-disclosure agreement both you and Jeongguk had to sign. 

“Mr. Jung, Ms. Shin,” Namjoon deadpanned at the guy beside him, “Jeongguk. We all need to sign this NDA. As for the two of you, I hired a publicist just so we don’t waste any effort here.”

“And by publicist, you mean Park Jimin?” Jeongguk lifted a brow, but quickly turned to a knitted one when his manager nodded, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

Glancing sideways at your manager, he instantly gets it and mouths ‘His half brother,’ then pointed his pursed lips right at the man child who’s still giving his violent reactions. 

Namjoon didn’t pay much mind to his reaction anymore, knowing it’ll drag the meeting further, “Anyway, this contract states that you and Y/N will have to be together for the entirety of the film, and extend another month after the production to promo, and screening has wrapped up.”

‘I can’t believe I agreed to this,’ you pondered carefully at the estimate Namjoon had given, “So, that’s it, right? We’re done for good after that?”

Namjoon handed out their copies one by one, still not paying attention to Jeongguk’s glares, and smiled at you when he handed you your copy of the contract, “Yes, Ms. Shin. A year in hell with him, and a lifetime in heaven for you.” 

The three of you simultaneously signed the contract except for Jeongguk. Feeling as though he didn’t have any choices left like always, he finally picked up his pen and signed his contract, “Just putting it out there that I’m signing this piece of trash on my own will.”

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Namjoon chuckled. He glanced over you, your agent, and Jeongguk to see if you had finished signing through all the pages. When it looked like the three of you had done so, he nonchalantly said without meeting any gazes, “Now that you’ve signed, both of you are expected to act like a couple starting today.”

Both of you had a wide-eyed shock on your faces – your lips parted in retaliation, while Jeongguk’s forehead creased further, “What!?” You and Jeongguk said in unison.

You tapped your fingernails on the table, and waited for Hoseok’s response, to which he only looked at you regretfully, seeming to have missed telling this key point with you, “Their agency called for a paparazzi to wait outside the building.”

“Mr. Jung, this is – I don’t know – crazy!” He could only give you a sigh.

“I know, but I need you to wing it, and make sure they get pictures of you and Jeongguk walking together on your way out,” you looked at Namjoon, who only vouched for Hoseok, “You’re both actors. Surely, it wouldn’t be that hard to pretend.”

Your eyes moved to Jeongguk, who was cockily smirking, “See? You should’ve listened to me instead of letting them meddle with your life.”

As soon as they left the conference room with a heavy heart, there was an overwhelming feeling of vexation and awkwardness between you and Jeongguk. You were always a people person, so getting along with strangers wasn’t much of your problem. However, Jeongguk was a different kind of headache personified. If intrusive thoughts can be manifested in reality, that would be him. 

You felt your heart pound against your chest as both of you neared the exit. You didn’t know how to act around him, much less, approach him when he loathed you with a burning passion. When Jeongguk stops walking, you quickly halt as well.

“Okay, girlfriend. I need you to hold my hand when we walk out,” he sarcastically emphasized the word girlfriend, then extended his hands for you to hold.

Your eyes twitched in annoyance, so you plastered a forced smile as you intertwined your fingers with his in a death grip, making him wince, “Sure thing, boyfriend.”

The next thing you both know, flashes of cameras blinded both of you, and a loud gasp from the paparazzi filled both of your ears as you made your way to his car. Jeongguk was used to all the attention and people squeezing their way with him. 

However, that wasn’t the case for you. The attention was too much for you to handle, more so, the tension during the signing earlier. Your legs suddenly felt like jelly, and your breathing felt like it had stopped for quite some time. Your clammy hands held Jeongguk tighter, making his groan at the crushing clutch, ‘God damn, how can a small girl be this strong?’ 

When Jeongguk looked over at you with so much displeasure, his brows shot up when he saw how pale you look. It was probably out of instinct that he quickly wrapped an arm around you, while his other hand covered your face. Not having his hand to hold, you gripped his jacket tightly with your eyes closed, hoping that your feet could keep up without tripping.

He haphazardly shoved the cameras away, sure that he had broken one or two when he heard a loud crash of metal and plastic hitting the ground. ‘Fuck my life, Jimin can work on that,’ was all he thought as he pushed both of you past the crowd as you rushed to get inside his car as quickly as possible.

Once you had finally got inside his Benz, you quickly tried to catch your breathing, mentally counting to ten with deep, slow breaths. Jeongguk panicked and looked around his car if he had anything sweet to give you, but he groaned when couldn’t find anything. The way you reacted was exactly how he did when he was first starting out. So, he will never forget the day his first manager gave him a can of soda to help him calm down.

He watched you gather yourself together, still shaking from what had happened. His soft gaze dropped to your trembling hands that you fidgeted, making him frown. You tried to pull a smile as you moved the stray hairs away from your face, and looked up at him.

“How did I do?” You tilted your head to the side with lips parted, waiting for him to praise your acting skill.

He looks at you quizzically at the sudden shift in your mood, “How did you– what?”

Jeongguk’s brows furrowed. He was almost certain you had a panic attack a minute ago, but now you weren’t anymore. Maybe Namjoon was right. Maybe you were a good actress, and you were the perfect candidate for whatever plan the agency had for him.

“Did I make a good timid girlfriend?” You asked with batted eyelashes.

“I–how–you–what the fuck…is wrong with you?” He ran a hand through his soft hair as he mumbled, “I can’t believe you did all of that for a show,” he bitterly chuckled at himself that he was worried over you for nothing.

A smirk grazed Jeongguk's lips as he leaned back to his car seat as he watched you put the seatbelt on. How can someone have social anxiety yet still work as an actress? The way you’re weirdly complex baffles him but one thing’s for sure – you certainly had piqued his interest. 

Both of your agents made sure to have each other’s numbers saved. It’s best to build a bond and communicate with each other better, in hopes of making everything as real as possible. All Namjoon had to remind – well, practically beg – for him is to not give you a headache. Jeongguk couldn’t promise but did say he would try.

Jeongguk: Baby [2:00 PM]

Y/N: New fone hu dis? [2:00 PM]

Jeongguk: Never knew you typed like that [2:00 PM]

Jeongguk: It’s me, your boyfriend. Kinda hurts that you haven’t saved my number yet. [2:01 PM]

Y/N: What boyfriend? [2:01 PM]

Y/N: Jeongguk? [2:01 PM]

Jeongguk: The one and only [2:02 PM]

Y/N: lol [2:02 PM]

“Namjoon hyung is stupid,” he muttered under his breath, “What am I supposed to reply to ‘lol’?”

He typed ‘Do you have any allergies?’ only to backspace it. He tried to type and send ‘What do you like doing in your free time?’ but when he thought about it carefully, he knew he didn't have anything to answer if you ever asked the question back, so he digressed. Sighing defeatedly, he lazily typed in ‘I can’t carry this fucking conversation,’ but much to his horror, he accidentally hit the send button.

“Oh god, oh fucking no–please, unsend yourself,” his panic only grew when your text bubble indicated that you were typing. 

Jeongguk: I can’t carry this fucking conversation [2:03 PM]

Y/N: That’s okay, I already expected that. [2:03 PM]

Y/N: Mr. Jung says we should go out on a dinner “date” tonight [2:03 PM]

Jeongguk: Jung or you? I doubt he said that [2:04 PM]

Y/N: I can send you a screen recording if you want [2:04 PM]

Jeongguk: A screenshot is fine [2:04 PM]

Y/N: I don’t want you to think I photoshopped it or something [2:04 PM]

Usually, he could carry on conversations and fare well in small talk, however, you were making it difficult for him. If he gave you the slightest bit of interest, you gave him none at all. Jeongguk found it hard that someone wasn’t too keen on talking to him, much less being associated with him. He understood how his reputation could have affected this, but still, he did what was asked of him.

Jeongguk tried to think of something smart to say but his train of thought got cut when Namjoon’s message popped up on his screen: We booked a dinner for you and Y/N a dinner at The Penthouse tonight. Please, wear something decent.

He chuckled as he typed in his reply to your last message.

Jeongguk: Nah, it’s good. I believe you.[2:04 PM]

Jeongguk: Need me to fetch you? [2:05 PM]

Y/N: No thanks. I can manage. [2:05 PM]

Jeongguk: Whatever you say, princess [2:05 PM]

You weren’t able to read or respond to him anymore as you were busy rummaging through your closet to look for a nice dress you could wear for dinner. There were four dresses laid out in your bed, being your top picks, but you couldn’t choose which one was better. The only person who could help you sort it out was your best friend Sora.

You picked up your phone from the bed to go on facetime when you finally read the message preview from Jeongguk’s response, “Oh, he texted back.” You swiped upwards, “Anyway…” you mumbled as you tapped on Sora’s facetime id. 

Sora’s phone rang a few times before she had finally picked the call up, “What do you want!”

You scrunch your nose at her loud voice, “Hi, I missed you, too.”

Sora playfully rolled her eyes at you, zooming her camera in to whisper, “Bitch, I’m about to get railed, and you’re cockblocking me like this? I deserve a better friend.”

“I’ll be quick! I just need you to help me choose which dress I should go with,” you chuckled.

“A dress? Is this a date?” You hummed, “It depends if the guy you’re seeing is hot.”

“It’s Jeongguk,” you sighed, but Sora’s eyes grew wide as she held a hand to her mouth to stifle her screeching.

“No fucking way, Y/N! Are you serious? You’re going on a date with THE Jeon Jeongguk?” You nodded your head. If anything, you should’ve known better than to call his biggest fangirl, but Sora was the only person who knew how to style you even if she had moved countries a few years ago, “Let me see what you have!”

You pan the back camera to the dresses on your bed, you heard her groan, “You’re not wearing any of those”

Your brows furrowed as you switched the camera back to the front cam, “What do you mean?”

“Listen to me, girlie. If you’re going out on a date with the nation’s favorite IT boy, you have to wear something…something silky. Something that dips your chest seductively, but not too daring. Do you get what I’m saying?”

You slowly shook your head, “...No, I don’t”

Sora groaned, “Remember the high-slit black dress I gave you on your birthday that you never wore?”

“Yeah, and what about it?” You asked while chewing on the inside of your cheek, while trying to figure out what was wrong with the dresses that you initially picked, “Hold on, let me go find it.”

Sora tapped her foot and raised her hand to the girl she was talking to, mouthing a ‘Wait’ and ‘Emergency’ at them as she waited for you to find the dress and fit it, “Y/N, you’re taking forever over there.”

“Wait! I’m just zipping it up…There!” You quickly grabbed your phone and propped it on top of your stacked books, distancing yourself away so that Sora could see a proper 360 around your frame.

“It’s perfect! That’s what you’re wearing tonight!”

“Don’t you think it’s too…much?” You eyed the slit with so much concern, “What if something goes wrong and I expose myself, oh god.” Sora paused to look at you intently.

“Y/N, have you been getting panic attacks lately?” Sora calmly asked.

The last time you had one was a few weeks ago at the contract signing. Jeongguk bought your alibi but sadly, you weren’t acting. You were nauseatingly overwhelmed with everything that day. 

You were only used to seeing a small crowd of people around you, and only a few people who recognized you on the streets. The amount of paparazzi that cramped up your personal space was foreign to you. There was no way you’d let your guard down in front of Jeon Jeongguk when he could possibly use it against you. 

“I–uh…yeah, and it was with Jeongguk, too,” you covered your face with your hands, plopping down to your bed with embarrassment. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Things like this happen to a lot of stars, too, you know?” You giggled as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about that, alright? You don’t have to act in real life, Y/N.”

You nodded your head, “Thank you, Sora. Wish you were here, though”

“I wish I was, too, but I’m about to have my pussy fingered by some hot chick right now,” Sora nodded at the person behind her phone, “Okay, love you. Gotta go!”

“Have fun,” you chuckled.

“If you guys fuck, let me know–”

“Love you too!” You ended the call. 

Jeongguk sat on your reserved table with a very bored look on his face. His legs were casually spread apart as he tapped his rings on the table, earning him looks from the other diners. When he nonchalantly looked at his watch, he noted that you were 5 minutes late. All he wanted to do right now instead of waiting was to head to the nearest bar and crash at whoever's home. 

Another minute has passed, and you finally entered the rooftop restaurant, wearing the elegant straight cut, high slit dress Sora had picked out for you. Jeongguk’s gaze went all over every curve of your body, making him smirk proudly that he stopped the urge from bailing out on you without notice. 

Your eyes scanned the vicinity, looking for the nearest exit. Unfortunately, there was only one entrance and exit to this restaurant, so you pushed away your plans of leaving him at the table alone. Squinting your eyes further, you finally spot Jeongguk, who was giving you an almost innocent yet sarcastic smile as he waited for you to come and sit down with him.

When you sat down, you didn’t even compliment him on how good he looked. Instead, your eyes wandered at how beautiful the place was, ‘I knew Mr. Jung could afford this for himself, but wow, this feels surreal.’

There was an awkward barrier between the both of you. None of you dared to start a conversation. Instead, you kept yourselves preoccupied with the menu in your hands. The silence was making the tension even more palpable, and the only thing that made the dinner tolerable was the music that played.

Jeongguk cleared his throat to catch your attention, which he successfully did. As soon as you turned your head to look at him, you hitched a breath at how well he cleaned himself up. His hair was nicely trimmed and styled, he kept the piercings, but surprisingly, he still looked put together in a fancy place like this. 

His jawline was chiseled, and it didn’t help that his gaze was piercing, yet ironically, also soft. You have to give it to him, the man sure knows how to capture the female gaze, that’s for sure. 

“You look stunning,” his eyes hooded. 

“I know that, Mr. Jeon,” his gaze flickered when you faked a smile. 

This doesn’t seem to be the reply Jeongguk was expecting to hear. He was expecting something along the lines of ‘Not too bad yourself, Jeongguk’ or anything close to that. But you didn’t.

Thank god the waiter came right on time to get their orders. Of course, Jeongguk knew the tab wasn’t charged on him tonight, so he ordered a Brewer-Clifton Pinot Noir in hopes that he lived up to Namjoon’s expectations about the dinner.

“Should we start getting to know each other?” His surprise quickly melted into a grin as he nodded.

“Fine by me. It should look like a real date, after all,” he paused briefly to take a sip of his wine, “Ask me anything.”

“Anything?” He nodded. “Alright then, are you nervous?” Jeongguk’s jaws clenched tightly as he narrowed his gaze on you.

You sensed his suppressed anger and quickly resorted to the way his manager calmed him down the last time. 

Without lifting your head, you cut through your steak and say, “You can’t throw a fit here, you’ll blow our cover-up”

He inhaled sharply with eyes tight shut and forced himself to smile broadly, “Of course, I am, my love. I mean, who wouldn’t be at a loss of words when someone as beautiful as you walk in a place like this.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. It means a lot hearing your compliments amidst your eye twitches,” you giggled. “Hope you liked the dress. I specifically saved it for this occasion… For you.” 

For a moment, Jeongguk was flustered, but his gaze traveled to your semi-low cut neckline, then back to your face that is now contorted in a scowl. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he rested his back on his seat, knowing that you were playing your cards right against him. While you flirted harmlessly, it was very unfortunate of you that you played with fire with the biggest flirt ever born in the country.

“I know what you’re doing,” you indignantly say with narrowed eyes. 

“Oh, you do?” He softly asked.

“Definitely but–” your fingers gracefully picked up the wine flute, bringing it to your lips without breaking eye contact, “I would never dream of falling into bed with you.”

Still leaning back to his seat, he looked at you satisfyingly, “Why so?”

Cutting through your steak thinly, you glanced at him and smiled when you caught him watching you, “I don’t sleep around with the community dick, neither do I want any legal offenses under my name.” You cut another slice and lifted your fork to offer a piece of steak to him, “Try it, it’s good.”

“Straightforward, just the way I like it,” he smoothly takes the steak to his mouth, slowly pulling away for you to watch how his mouth wrapped around the utensil’s tips, making you gulp in your seat.

When he pulled back, he straightened his posture consciously, “I heard you were casted to a new project.”

You gently clapped your hands, “Oh wow, look at you, holding a proper conversation like an adult.” Jungkook stares you down with a frown, “I did. It’s about young adults trying to navigate their way through life.”

He lifted a brow, “Seems like you like working on coming-of-age genres.” You nodded, “Cool, but our media’s too conservative for tropes like that.”

You tilted your head to the side as you thought about it, “Anything that can bring awareness or cultivate minds, I take them. How about you?” 

This was one of the questions Jeongguk wanted to avoid – anything that had to do with him. All he knows is to fill in his roles and give them justice.

“Nothing in particular, but I haven’t done an action film yet. So maybe that,” you amusingly looked at him and nodded your head.

“I haven’t seen you do one yet. I’m sure you can pull it off well like you always do,” Jeongguk froze in his chair, still trying to process the kind words that you have said. 

All he ever heard after getting the role or finishing a movie were 'How do you top the last movie with the next one?' or which of his movies grossed the highest. Not once did anyone close to him acknowledge his hard work nor did they praise him. Maybe it was because he was cocky, and it might get to his head. Regardless, he appreciated your comment nonetheless.

“I also think you can do a coming-of-age,” you tried to stifle your laughter. “...Since it looks like you haven’t come of age yet,” when you glanced to see his reaction, you couldn’t help but giggle at your own pun. 

Jeongguk pinched the bridge of his nose as he continued to listen to your fit of soft laughter, “Just when I thought we were going so good.”

You leaned in forward and lowly said, sounding as innocent as you can, “Aren’t we?”

He crossed his arms, leaning forward as well, “I don’t know, baby. You tell me.” Glancing at his watch again, his lips pulled in a dark smirk when the dinner was about to end in 2 minutes, “Mind cutting this short and heading on over to my car?”

The knots in your stomach tightened, having found a new sense of excitement in riling him up. The next thing you know, you find yourself standing up from the table and Jeongguk’s hand comfortably resting on the small of your back as he guides you out of the restaurant.

The elevator ride consisted of your thighs clamping together as you tried to stand upright, while his hot breath fanned the back of your neck as he held you in place with both hands resting on your waist. 

You knew establishments like this always had a camera hidden somewhere, when you finally spotted it, you gave a quick wink and leaned your body against Jeongguk’s chest. You pulled his hands, almost like an embracing, and rested your arms on top of it. As you tilted your head to the side, he placed his chin on your shoulders comfortably. 

“This dress is quite the distraction if I do say so myself,” he huskily says as he breathes your scent in, tracing your bare shoulders with a finger.

“I don’t see how that’s a problem when you’re taking it off anyway,” you playfully smirked.

He moved his head to your hair, chuckling against it as he left soft kisses, “Where were you all this time?”

“Hiding from you, I suppose,” you stifle a giggle when you hear him sigh heavily at your retort.

As soon as the elevator doors open, Jeongguk clasps your hand with his, almost dragging you to the parking lot. Your legs tried to keep up with his strides, but thankfully, he quickly stopped by his car. How very fortunate of you that you were parked beside him. 

He lets go of your hand to scan his pockets for his car keys. Suddenly, his attention was caught at the sound of the car beside him unlocked.

“See you around?” You playfully beamed at him.

His brows furrowed in confusion, “I thought–”

“Thanks for walking me to the car park, Jeongguk,” your tongue caressed his name ever so lovingly yet so seductively. 

He stood frozen beside his car, watching your car drive off into the dark parking lot with a pleased smile on your face. You were a force to be reckoned with, and oddly enough, he never expected you to be full of surprises. 

Jeongguk had never met anyone who is as sure of themselves, a lot of things among others, as you.

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my love in the city of love

the dilf installments | masterlist

➵ summary; this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!

pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader

content; established relationship, smut/angst/fluff

warnings; will be stated in each installment

➵ latest installment; one year · forever to go (m)

➵ hashtag; tdi jk

disclaimers !!

these installments are not written/posted in chronological order -> meaning the latest one can be the first one plot wise.

i will try and list them in chronological order below ! (so this post will change as i write the parts)

some of the installments are rated 18+

i won’t be editing much before posting so please bear with any possible typos, grammatical issues etc.

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