EGO DRIVE (m) | JJK

EGO DRIVE (m) | JJK

SYNOPSIS:

In the glamorous world of fashion, where egos run wild and money talks, who'd have thought that one arrogant model by the name of Jeon Jungkook would shake up your life?

"No. This was Jeon Jungkook, and at the end of the day, no one cared about the damn clothes."

PAIRING: Model Jeon Jungkook x Reader

RATING: 18+

GENRE: STRANGERS TO LOVERS, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, MODEL AU, FASHION AU, FLUFF SMUT ANGST

WORD COUNT: 11K

A/N: Part 1s always appear to be the most difficult for me to write, so here goes nothing🤭. This bitch worked hard on it, so please offer some love in the comments or let me know if you enjoyed it. PSA!!!!! I know Jks is a jerk in this, but trust me, it will all make sense as you go on! As for Oc, her background will be described in greater detail next part. This ones more jk focused. Last scene is inspired by his DAZED cover hihi🤭

Big thank you to @kooktrash for helping me with the plot and @erica2283 for beta-ing for me🫶🩵

For fucks sake, Jungkook was probably the worst person you've ever had the pleasure of working with...–aside from that time that famous actress tossed her scalding hot latte at you because you didnt know the shade pink didnt suit her. It wasn't your fault! You had no idea who she was to begin with-

A good shade of pink–whether light or dark– suits everyone-

I digress

Back to the assho- Jungkook. Back to Jeon motherfucking Jungkook.

It was a sweltering summer morning, and you'd just finished your first week as a stylist and makeup artist for Calvin Klein the day before. It was all a dream. People were mostly friendly, and if they weren't, they just ignored you rather than gossiping about you behind your back. You weren't a high-level executive–you were easily replaceable. But you did the job, and for the time being, thats all that mattered

The fashion industry was and still is tough, but you snuck your way into one of the top, most trendy labels to this day. It wasnt easy–on the contrary. The rules and regulations were merciless, and your application was disregarded for a couple of months before they even emailed you–you weren't their first choice, thats for sure. But, in the end, they hired you, so you shouldn't feel horrible about yourself and sulk. At least you try not to.

Theres times you gaze out the window of your pricey, run-down downtown apartment. Watching cars and bikes pass by, as the same people who lived nearby walked in and out of the shabby 7/11. You liked making up little stories about their lives in your head while sipping your morning tea or eating your dinner after work–which generally consisted of a 99ct ramen cup from the same 7/11 mentioned earlier

You liked the idea that these people had the same mundane daily live as you–it made you feel better about yourself in some way

But again, I digress

Your morning has gone weirdly well–you didn't trip over that nearly non existent step in front of the entrance door this morning, as you usually do 97% of the time; the barista at the local café got your coffee order right–as they should anyway, in your opinion, because...you're spending $7 for your tripple shot piping hot americano every morning, for heavens sake!

Nevertheless, your mornings going great. Everything is fine-

That is, at least, until you are cleaning your cosmetics palette, humming a radio-hit melody to yourself, that everyone falls silent, at which point you hear faint whispering and chattering as a door creaks open

You don't pay much attention, you knew some hot shot model was planned to be on set today. You assumed he was the one everyone was ogling/giggling about

You do nothing more than lift your head, catching a glimpse of the scenario a few feet away–the way there are roughly 7 bodyguards around him, the way camera flashes become fewer as the door closes behind them, eventually disappearing and staying outside rather than being permitted in

You watch as the set director, who also happens to be your boss, approaches him with excitement–his far too tight shirt showed off his beer belly, and those pants; just no. If this man didn't have a buzzcut, you couldnt imagine he'd be good at even styling his hair–how did he end up as a set director for CK?

Connections, most likely... you answer your own question

Everything nowadays was about connections, not talent. If you knew someone, you were almost certainly going to be hired for a job you weren't even qualified for. Denying opportunities to ppl who were prepared to do the job–who studied hard to do the goddamn job-

Mr. Hardis was a pain to work with; "y/n go get me a coffee", "y/n clean the set up". Those weren't your responsibilities, for God's sake. Mr. Hardis was the epitome of an ass-kissing jerk.

But as long as he paid you on time...well, theres really nothing that you should be complaining about

- 15 hours before the shoot; Incheon airport Seoul South Korea -

"Thats him! Oh my god!"

"Jungkook! can i get an autograph-"

"Jk, why did you break up with Aisha?!"

"What are you wearing?!"

"One picture please-"

He shouldn't be rolling his eyes at his fans in public, especially with so many cameras around him. He never grasped the airport arrival or departure thing–when photographers and fans would camp out for hours simply to see him come into or out of the terminal for a mere 5 minutes or less

He only shakes his head, biting his lip, which is hidden by his black facemask. Actually, you can hardly see his face at all.

Jungkook liked his privacy, or at least the little bit that's left of it anyway

The purple beany obscured the majority of his hair and face. "Back off," one of his bodyguards says as a girl approaches, holding her phone in his face–Jungkook just looks forward, disregarding her

He was used to this

The good news is that he is relatively quickly inside, while most of his fans are forced to remain behind–yelling his name, begging for him to look back one last time. But he doesnt. Why would he?

It was quieter in here, although some people were still pointing their phone cameras at him without any shame. He shakes his head.

He observes as they mutter to each other, catching the faint words "jeon" and "parents" as well as comments like "what an ignorant boy" and "he should be ashamed, leaving his fans hanging like that" from old ladies who most likely read the tabloids about him in their spare time, cup of tea in one hand and piece of cake neatly placed on their terrace tables as they people watched and gossiped

He scoffs once more, glancing ahead and holding his passport up to the staff in front of him. It was a woman, maybe in her early 30s, with nice skin, a nice figure, and shining eyes. He lowers his mask for her to confirm his identification but before drawing it back up. He flashes her a smirk before passing by her

He hears the last camera flashes as he steps into his private zone at the airport, eager to relax and wait for his jet. At least he didn't have to deal with other people while travelling. Aside from his bodyguards and assistants, who were already on board the plane, preparing for his arrival and departure to LAX.

He despises it. The spotlight, the cameras, the...attention. It was ironic, really, since he was a model, and he didn't mind being recorded at work.

But when he was in private or when he didn't want to be watched? It sucked. Welcome to the world of a celebrities son.

A so-called nepo baby or whatnot, someone who apparently got everything handed to him on a silver platter. It made him scoff just thinking about it

He takes a second to grab his phone, tapping on it to look at the time. 10am. Underneath it, a message catches his eye

Mom: be careful today, me and dad tried to make sure your arrival in LA will be as calm as possible

Mom: make sure to text me when you arrive💖

He types a quick "okay" before humming to himself as he looked outside the window

It's not that he doesn't love appearing for the camera–as a creative director and part of many projects, he gets to determine what side of him ends up on the covers of magazines like Vogue, W, or Dazed. The only thing that fucking annoyed him was the gossip and the lack of privacy.

If you haven't guessed, Jungkook hated his parents' celebrity status and the fact that he didn't get to choose whether or not he wanted to be in the spotlight–he was born into it

Fuck fame, fuck money–at the age of 25, he still had no idea who he was. And that one time he tried to see a therapist? His information was leaked, letting the entire media know what he was going through at the time. He removed most of his social media accounts shortly after that, not wanting to see the stupid remarks, the hate.

He basically vanished for an entire year, staying under the radar. But that was now 7 years ago, he was 18 at that time and didn't know any better. So, after a year of trying to find out how to move on with his life, he just figured that if he didn't show his emotions, if he didn't let people close to him, they wouldn't be able to hurt him.

Jungkook mastered the art of pretening

Pretend to be friends with them

Pretend to be interested in their life

Pretend to listen when they talk

Pretend to care

Pretend pretend pretend

Jungkook could count his friends on one hand, those friends being Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi, whom he grew up with and considered as his older brothers

Everyone else you saw him partying with or leaving clubs with on the news or on Twitter were nobodies who thought they knew him while exploiting him for fame and money. 'Why pay when kooks here?' He'd heard it much too often.

He often left with girls. Jungkook wasn't a picky man. If they caught his attention and he sort of tolerated them, he would gladly accept their invites to their homes for the night

He didn't love the girls he dated–he pretended to but never meant it.

Especially after sex, the way hed swinf his arms around them while they smiled and traced his tattoos. Playing with the hem of his boxers as they kissed along his jaw

"Do you love me?" They'd ask, hopeful eyes looking up at him, wishing they'd be the ones on the cover of magazines the next day titled as Jeon Jungkooks next love. Jungkook would just chuckle, take a drag of his post sex cigarette, and look them in the eyes, lying, "of course I love you."

Love...love was something he used ti think would solve everything. A girl who liked him for him. Jungkook. Not Jeon Jungkook, son of Jeon Seona and Jeon Jungshik.

But when she left, she took a piece of him with her, breaking him.

She, who hed thought would stay with him. She who hed thought would never hurt him

She shattered him.

No

Love shattered him

Fuck love

-----

You sigh and return to your now clean palette. You used to get excited when meeting celebs like him, but after a few interactions with people like them, you realised they're all just human at the end of the day–who don't care about people like you.

What was that saying again? Never meet your heroes? Yeah...

Next to you is a sheet, the identical one that was emailed to you and everyone else on set a few days ago–it was the shoot description and theme.

"I'd rather be dead than cool."

You couldn't deny that it piqued your curiosity when you initially opened the doc that night. Hot cup of coffee in your hand, ready for an all nighter to research makeup looks that would fit the vibe

You didnt get selected for styling today. Rather for makeup duty. That's why you were cleaning the palette in the first place–grey, blue, and soft green tones neatly arranged on the table beside you

You'd studied his face a bit–just to get to know what you were going to work with, and, as much as you hated to admit it, he was attractive in every aspect

You knew it would be an easy day at work with a face like his, since his features were perfect to work with; his sharp jaw attracted your attention initially, and it would be simple to match his foundation tone with the remains of his body. Then there was his nose, round and slightly bigger, but with a sharp twist that would be easy to apply makeup on. His dark and piercing eyes were ideal for applying eyeliner and a smidge of shadow–maybe some darker grey or hints of blue. His lips were lovely, not big but not thin–the ideal in-between.

You'd worked with models before, particularly attractive ones, but never with someone of this status. If you weren't mistaken he's the kind of celebrity people on the internet loved to refer to as nepo baby

His parents were well known actors in the 1980s, so you didn't know if you'd recognise them if you saw them walking down the street or in a grocery store. You'd be sure to ask your parents when you got home–if you didn't forget, anyway.

All you knew was that the man who had just entered the studio was important, important enough not to mess up his makeup even once

Dont talk to him y/n, cause god forbid you say something cringy

Ugh, just thinking about it makes you want to slap your forehead

"I can't believe he chose our location out of all the options he had." Lia, the petite blonde girl you've grown to like, practically squeaks next to you in delight

You give her a little smile and nod, adding, "I know, right?" As you check the makeup desk to see if you have everything prepared for later

Clean brushes? Check

Cotton Swabs and Pads? Check

Clean mirror? Check

Make up remover? Check

Neat setup? Double check

You and Lia were little more than work besties, as she referred to you two. She'd been a hairstylist here for over a year now, and you were pretty sure she'd seen many bigger celebs than him, but you liked seeing her excited–you loved how you could actually sense how much she adored her job

It made you happy too

"I heard he chose LA for the weather and laid back vibes!" She continues, your gaze fixed on the time on your phone before looking at her and nodding along "He must be tired, though...heard he just arrived from the airport...didn't get any rest whatsoever," she somewhat pouts, and you laugh slightly amused–if you had to name one person who has the most empathy for people, it would have to be her

"Its his job now, isnt it?" You shrug, "just like we have pull all nighters sometimes and only get 2 hours of sleep-" you chew on your bottom lip "-he has to head to work right after a what? 15 hour flight? Thats life" fiddling with one of the cosmetics brushes, you glance around the set, photographers hustling around, preparing their cameras while other staff members setup the set

It was basic, a black old-timer parked in the middle–if your eyes didn't deceive you, it was a Lamborghini Miura 1966–you didn't know much about cars, but your father had a photo of one hanging in the garage since you were a kid

You made a mental note to snap a picture to send to him later

One thing was certain–Jungkook had taste–expensive taste, at that–but that was to be expected from a man of his wealth. What was he again? highest paid male model in 2022?

Something like that

"Mh, i guess youre right"

Lia's voice draws your attention back to her, and you notice her fiddling with her fingers, just like you were doing with the makeup brush. You could tell you were both nervous right now, her possibly more than you, which was strange given she had been working here longer

Perhaps it was the fact that he was more than just a celebrity working with the brand; he was the global ambassador. "Should we get lunch after-" Lia speaks up, only to be cut off by the director himself, "right everyone!" He claps his hands together to attract everyone's attention, "well be starting the shoot at point 10am, which is in exactly an hour-" his voice fades into the distance as lia tugs on your arm, catching your attention back to her

"Whats up?"

"Im kinda nervous now, what if i fuck up" Lia chew on her bottom lip as she turns to gather her things, making sure everything is set before she starts working on his hair soon

You smile at her, mimicking her movements as you go over your supplies one last time. The last thing you want is for a product to miss and halt the entire shoot. That would almost certainly get you fired. And bye bye to your lovely dream of making it big in the industry

"He's already got the looks, so even if you mess up, it won't be too noticeable," you joke, crossing your arms as you lean against the table, "but I'm curious if he's got anything else going for him," you snort, causing Lia's eyes widen in surprise as she looks at you–or rather behind you

"I can hear you, you know"

The sudden voice makes a chill run down your spine as you slowly turn around

As he stares at you, the man you've certainly come to know as Jeon Jungkook stands there in all his handsome glory–arms crossed, tongue poking the inside of his cheek

Fuck, did you really just insult one of the most important people at your job? What a way to leave a first impression...

One of the first things you notice about him are his numerous piercings, which dknt take away from the attractiveness of his face but rather enhance it. You first notice his double pierced lip–jeez that must have hurt–maybe you'll ask him about it later for some small talk

Next, your gaze is drawn to his ears, which are both fully pierced and adorned with small hoops. Finally, you come to a halt at his brow, the small but lovely charm that pierces through it, adding a harshness to his gentle face

He smelt of expensive perfume and cigarettes, maybe even weed-but who were you to judge?–as Lia had said; 'he must be exhausted'. So the fact that he might have hit it once or twice before arriving shouldn't surprise you

The outfit he initially arrived at the set with is simple yet fashionable, a black oversized shirt paired with some equally as oversized pants

Somehow, you could still tell the man was ripped underneath all that clothing

You smile and laugh nervously, "Well, at least you've got one thing going for you" you try to lighten the mood by cracking a joke, only to be met with a hard stare

Great y/n, this is exactly why you don't speak to clients–the global ambassador for the brand which your life depends on–at that

"Right," he scoffs, looking you up and down, blatantly judging your outfit. You weren't wearing anything special. Your job didn't require you to wear a uniform–the only condition was that everyone who worked here wore at least one piece of the brand's apparel

You got a big employee discount of 50%, so going out shopping the day you got hired wasn't too pricey. You were dressed in a simple white CK shirt and black flared CK jeans

The rest were some thrifted half-broken Converse highs you bought when you were 16, as well as a similarly thrifted Zara jacket you bought last year–you weren't wearing that one, but it hung nicely over your chair. In a way, it was reasonable to say you didnt look like a fashion major–you did know how to style properly, but putting clothing on other people was easier than putting clothes on yourself. You wouldn't be a skilled stylist if you didn't understand what you were doing

Looking down at yourself, your cheeks heat up as you stare at the same coffee stain on your shirt as he was

What were the consequences of simply running out the venue now? Because, to be frank, you'd love to sink into the ground right this moment

Thankfully, his assistant arrives a few moments later with an iced americno–you wondered how many shots someone as busy as him needed this early in the morning, was it 2? Or 3 like yourself?–in one hand and a clipboard with what you imagined was his schedule in the other. You let out a breath of relief, which Jungkook seemed to notice but dismiss, setting himself down on the black chair with his name written on the back and waiting for you to start your job. Your eyes widen "right", and you let out a nervous breath, beginning with figuring out his foundation shade

You decide not to ask him about his piercings after all

You wanted to maintain some dignity and professionalism. Sitting down in your little swivel chair you began applying concealer with a fresh beauty blender, trying not to touch his face too much and keeping the tapping to a minimum

You're relieved when Jungkook begins chatting with his assistant, and you try your best not to eavesdrop–but you can't just turn off your ears, can you?

"You have to leave the shoot at point 12," she points out, noting something on the small clipboard in her manicured hand

"Were only shooting for 2 hours?" He asks nonchalantly, sounding much nicer than he did when he talked to you

Maybe it's because of your stupid ass joke y/n, you reason. Thatd explain everything.

"Yes, two hours," she nods again, "will that be an issue? I can call Vogue and tell them you'll be late for the interview-."

"Ah no," he says pleasantly, waving his hand. "That won't be a problem, I was just wondering because my shoots usually take longer," he adds, toying with his liprings as he concentrates his gaze on you, whos mostly focused on diping a brush into the black eyeshadow and carefully tapping part of the pigment off afterwards

Ah, an interview huh?

You'll look him up again during your break. Sure, he was a model, but why would he need to be interviewed by one of the most popular magazines? What was so intriguing about Jeon Jungkook aside his parents or his connection with CK?

You bite your bottom lip, deep in thought, as you lean back and tell him to close his eyes. That he does. With a light touch, you sweep the brush over his lid, applying just a smidge of colour before diving back into the palette for a shade of blue

You weren't a curious person, but rather a bored one with nothing better to do. Sure, it wasn't the wisest move in the world, and it was a little strange to search up a client on Google while he was still on set. You felt strange even thinking about looking him up. Mh.

Well, you were just a bored girl at work–isn't it what everyone in your situation would do? Maybe instead of googling, you could ask Lia about him–she seemed to be a fan

Talking about her-

With a smile and a tool bag in hand, she approaches the 3 or 5 of you–if you include the bulky bodyguards a few feet away from you.

"Hello," she says, lightly bowing as she introduces herself as his hairstylist for the day–you're too deep in concentration and thought on his makeup and about what you'll be having for lunch later to even listen properly

However, from what you can discern, he happens to be a lot friendlier to her than he was to you. That joke was a tragedy

You frown, which Jungkook notices as he glances at you while you apply a small amount of liptint on his lips

As you apply it with a small brush, you observe the way he purses his lips a little. This was certainly not new to him. However, the fact that he knew what to do with each makeup step and that you didn't have to tell him was reassuring

Even well known models and artists who deal with makeup on a regular basis don't always know when to do what

Stop praising him for the bare minimum y/n

"Shoot starts in 15," the set director says over the loudspeaker, pacing around the set as if he owned it–which, technically, he did. You hum to yourself and casually nod. You were nearly finished with his makeup–or lack thereof; Jungkook didn't require much retouching to his already flawless face

Again, stop praising him

Lia didn't have as much work to do either, as the theme of tpday's shoot required her to leave his hair a little messy–rebellious. So, after combing it and drowning it with hairspray while running her hand over his hair, she was finished

"All right, Jungkook, follow me," Sana, one of the stylists in charge of his clothing–aside from him, of course, as he was also the creative director for today's shoot–brings him to his wardrobe.

Sana was...mh...a couple years older than you. You weren't sure by how much, but it had to be three or four years. She must have been in her mid-late twenties while you were 22. You didn't talk much to her–she showed you around on your first day at work, but that was about it

She was, as you could think, pleasant. Her hair was blonde, but not like Lias'. While her hair was a yellowish blonde, Sana's was almost white. She had a nice smile, which she had probably perfected over the years to show clients as she nodded mindlessly while they talked

Her style was unlike anything you'd ever seen before–the flared pants she wore today complemented the yellow shirt she wore flawlessly. Its like she took on a new persona everyday. One day she looked like your nice neighbour girl, the other like someone out of a 80s movie–her job definitely fit her.

You liked her jewellery; the gold bands on her wrist caught your eye as soon as you stepped into the set this morning.

You watch Jungkook get up from the seat in front of you, check himself up in the mirror, then adjust his shirt and walk away with her. You let out a breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding, locking eyes with Lia in a knowing way. You both laugh

"You think hell hold a grudge?" You teasingly ask, crossing your arms and leaning back against the makeup counter, chewing on your lip, one brow raised

"No way," Lia laughs, "don't even think he'll remember us when he comes back tomorrow."

You give a nod.

Right. The shoot was meant to last a week, so you'll probably have to deal with him again tomorrow. Oh crap

-

"Look directly into the camera." Jake, another work friend of yours, says barely above a whisper, talking to Jungkook who is basically doing whatever he wants. The photos turn out beautiful, but modelling involves working together rather than doing whatever you want

You bite your lower lip, keeping a close eye on them

Jake has been working here for quite some time now, was it 2? Or three years? You can't remember, hed just briefly mentioned it. From what you've seen in the week you've been here, he was good at his job–the photos he shot were unique and difficult to replicate. He had a distinct styls, and you could see him rise to the top in the industry over time. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll be able to say you worked with the Jake Abrahams.

Somehow, there seems to be tension between him and Jungkook though

You shake your head. Youre just seeing things y/n. The lack of sleep you got tonight made you huffy and irritated

"Hold that pose." Jake pokes his tongue out lightly in concentration while he snaps some more pictures, Jungkook's intense gaze switching between the camera and...you? Why's he looking at you? But just as quickly as he focuses on you, he's back to the camera

That was weird

As you watch the shoot, you fumble with the hem of your shirt. It had been about 20 minutes since it started, and Jungkook was doing an excellent job. Maybe not at cooperating with the photographer but he knew how to operate the camera, making the cameraman's job nearly too easy. You watch as he bites his lower lip, turns around, and runs his hand through his hair. He was born to do this.

You may not like him, but you had to give credit where credit is due

"Let's take a short break to look at the pictures and then try a different angle and the next outfit" Mr. Hardis claps his hands together making Jake place down his camera with an irritated frown before stepping over to the monitor and scrolling through the images.

Jungkook relaxes and cracks his neck before following suit, his steps long and dangerous as if he was walking a catwalk. He knew all eyes were on him, and he seemed to like the attention

Ugh, celebrities and ther egos

You take a second to look besides you at Lia, whos just oggling over the guy. You hold back a laugh

"I think we need to touch up his makeup a little," Jake says as he glances at the images, zooming closer to his face and already colour correcting some of them. He makes sure the lightings good, and everything is perfectly centered

His face turns back at you. Giving you an apologetic smile

You nod understanding and head over, taking a couple brushes and concealer with you

Jungkook looks up at you once, then back down at the monitor, frowning a little. Someones not happy

You roll your eyes, sighing under your breath. Maybe if he listened to what Jake had to say-

Jungkook doesn't move much, only stepping back from the monitor to allow you to sneak in front of him and adjust his makeup while he continues to analyse the images without even looking at you

"I think these two are the ones," Jake says as he shows the two photos he's referring to. Mr. Hardis nods, his horrible fake smile returning to Jungkook to see what he thinks

You frown as you fight the urge to roll your eyes again at the fakeness of it all

Once more Jungkook doesnt fail to notice

He only hums, clenching his jaw as he stares down at you, your eyes locking. You gulp

What did he want?

"What do you think?" he asks you.That asshole. What was he up to?

"Uhm...me?" Your eyes widen as you look between him and a equality as confused looking Mr Hardis. His brows shoot high in surprise as he clears his throat but decides not to say anything

"Yeah, youre part of the shoot." Jungkook grins and crosses his arms, muscles bulking out, tattoos begging to be admired by you. And as much as you want to- you dont. "What do you-" he tilts his head "-think?" he asks

Oh, someone please hold your hand back because you were about to lose your job by wiping that smug grin off his face.

You turn your head to the monitor, eyes scanning over the two pictures displayed. He looked flawless without any editing, and the pictures looked perfect, taking a step back and briefly looking over at Jake, who was suppressing a chuckle, his arms crossed over his platted shirt, you smile "Mh" you hum seeing Mr. Hardis' jaw clench from your peripheral view "i dont know..." you look back at Jungkook, whose eyes pierce into yours. "They look a little...emotionless," you shrug, "that's just my opinion though, you're the model," you smile. But you're both aware that it's not genuine.

"I see" Jungkook hums, pretending to take your opinion to heart as he looks next to you at Mr. Hardis "i was thinking the same"

Hah!- wait, what now?

What does he mean by "i was thinking he same"?! He wasnt supposed to agree!

Mr. Hardis looks at Jake for a split second before clearing his throat and glaring at his ugly and way too expensive watch. "Well, technically, we could shoot this part a bit longer" he starts "right Jake?" He grits through his teeth

"Sure," Jake shrugs, picking up his camera and fiddling with the settings while Mr Hardis takes a cigarette break before returning to the set as everyone else prepares

This leaves you and Jungkook alone at the monitor. Theres an awkward silence for a second before you look down at your–definetly, ready to throw away–shoes. Sighing you speak up "Listen, I'm sorry for basically calling you stupid earlier, I didn't mean it," you admit, glancing up only to see him walk away from you, as if he hadn't heard anything. Oh, but you know he had. You scowl, "actually, now that I think about it, I take everything back" you murmur under your breath, "asshole"

-

"No way"

"Way," you mutter, munching on the ramen you bought right after leaving work. The 7/11 trip you made every night after work to get dinner was a small dose of enjoyment.

You're sitting on the small seat by your window, the view allowing you a small glimpse of the entire nightlife of your normally quiet suburb. "He was-" you grunt as you take another bite, "-such an ass" you continue, your mouth still full. "Cant believe its always the assholes that get famous" you add

"Well you did call him stupid-" Hoseok, your best friend of seven years, answers on the other side of the phone while eating his own food. Hobi was your little ray of sunshine, not that you needed it–you weren't a grumpy person in general, though you could be just now. Unfortunately, he didn't live anywhere near you, his home being in your hometown back in NYC, so seeing each other was difficult–thankfully, phones existed

"I did," you nod along with him, "but not in a bad way!" you take a sip of your soda. "I was obviously joking!" You shake your head, "ugh no-" you fling your head back, "I hate him"

"And when i tried to apologise to him, you know what he did?" You roll your eyes poking the inside of your cheek "he just walked away!"

"No way!"

"Way!" You thow your hands up in defeat

"Anyway," Hobi says over the phone, pausing for a second, "but he's hot, right?" He asks just to make sure youre talking about the same Jeon Jungkook

"He's a big celeb back in Korea, more than in the US," he says, adding, "my cousin almost lost it when I told her you'll be working with him-"

"You know that was confidential information I told you, right?" you ask through your phone, laughing but trying to stay serious. "No ones supposed to know about the shoot until it is released," you remind him, but he simply brushes you off, waving his hand "yeah yeah, anyway, what am trying to say is" he wiggles his brows "you need money, and he has plenty of it-."

There is a brief moment of silence before you respond. "You want me to rob him...?-"

"What? No!" He interrupts you with a chuckle, shaking his head, "goddammit y/n, you're hot, hes hot..." He attempts to persuade you to connect the dots, but when you don't, he simply sighs and shakes his head, "you should try to get close to him!" Finally, he explains.

Your eyes grow wide, and you make a disgusted face, dropping your chopsticks "ew! No!"

- 2nd Shoot Day -

"What do you mean Sana is sick?" Mr. Hardis scowls on the phone as he steps outside the shooting location, cigarette in hand, brow furrowed, shaking his head in disbelief. The time was 9:15 am, and the shoot was set to begin in 45 minutes, with Jungkook arriving in 15. However, without the head stylist on hand to supervise the clothes and styling, things might get...complicated, delaying the entire shoot by hours, if not days

Who would alter his outfit, which might be too large or small for him? Who would mend, cut, or sew things together? You were doomed in the absence of Sana. It was as easy as that

If you were sick? No problem, they have a replacement. If Lia got sick, there was a replacement. But, no Sana meant-, oh no...

"Whats all the commotion?" Jake asks as he walks over to you, drying his hands from helping staff clean up the set from yesterday, "whys Mr. Ass-kisser look like he got fired and divorsed at the same time?" He adds laughing

You chuckle as you take the towel from him and place it in the dirty clothes basket next to you. "Apparently Sanas sick," you can't help but bite your lip and rub your hands together nervously. The fact that this was one of your first significant shoots didn't help matters–why couldn't this have happened a few months from now, when you'd learnt how to deal with stress like this? Why now?

"Oh shit," Jake says, rubbing a hand over his, you asumed freshly shaved, beard, "what now?" He asks, as if you knew any better

You look around the place, its only now that you notice everyone getting more nervous by the minute

"I really don't know," you cross your arms over your light blue oversized hoodie–a limited edition CK one that lia sneaked out for you from the back–frowning as you now both watched Mr. Hardis run circles on set. You side eye Jake and he does the same, making the two of you break out in laughter

The situation wasnt funny, but the way youd never seen Mr. Hardis this nervous was sort of amusing

"Okay," you giggle, gazing down at your phone before switching it off again. "I need to start preparing for makeup," you tell Jake, lightly touching his arm as you turn to face him. "His Majesty's about to arrive," you joke before leaving

"Dont forget to kiss his feet when he arrives!" Jake calls after you, and all you do is raise your thumb saying, "Will do!"

- 9 am, 2nd shoot day JUNGKOOK -

A knock on his hotel room door wipes Jungkook out of his daydream as he now stares at himself in the mirror. Hed just taken a shower, the mirror still lightly foggy as the reflexion revealed him

Jungkook hasnt felt like himself in years

No matter how hard he tries

No matter how hard he works on his body

He looks great, no doubt

But when he looks at his reflection, he doesnt see himself

Sure he sees his body, the way his abs ripple without him trying, the towel losely hanging around his waist threatening to fall off by any small movement. His necklace, the angelwing charm hanging from it, the memories that stick to it...its all too much.

But he doesnt see himself–just a version of him that carries him through his day

With a shake of his head he runs a hand through his dripping wet hair. "Jungkook, we leave in 15" his assistant speaks from outside the door, making him nod even if she couldnt hear. She leaves soon after, knowing well hed heard

His clothing was chosen for him the night before by a stylist his assistant took care of hiring for his stay in LA

A light blue flowy jacket and a white tank top. Looking down, he finds a pair of baggy jeans and Converse. Enough to make it to the shoot.

His gaze returns to the necklace from earlier, which is now neatly laying on his nightsand. Jungkooks eyes dart away, only to return a split second later. He nibbles on the bottom of his lip before tossing his head back and poking the inside of his cheek. "Goddammit," he exclaims before walking up and looking down at the jewellery in his hand

"Fuck," he mumbles, his hand forming a fist and clenching it tightly. "Damnit," he hisses as he throws his head back, frowning and tossing the necklace somewhere in the room

He turns away, about to leave, when he comes to a halt and glances back. Shaking his head, he walks over and picks it up again, this time placing it in his back pocket

-

"I need a coffee, let's stop somewhere," Jungkook says 5 minutes into the journey to the shooting location, his gaze never leaving his phone as he texts Namjoon and Yoongi

The black van is empty, with just his two managers sitting opposite him, arranging today's schedule before sending it to his assistant, who had arrived at the set after being told a staff member's sick.

Being Jungkook's assistant meant not just dealing with his fuck ups, but also dealing with those of others around him. He'd had five in the previous four years, and this one was holding up rather well

Yet he tried not to get too attached. Not that he had to try hard anyway

"We can do that," one of them says, before telling the driver, who makes a fast right turn

Groupchat: 🐰🐨🐱

Joon: hows LA Man

Today 9:20 am

Joon: paparazzi followed you till your hotel yet?

Today 9:20 am

Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friends sarcastic messages

Jungkook: fuck off man

Today 9:21 am

Jungkook: you know my parents pay them enough to stay off my back when im off duty

Today 9:21 am

Namjoon: yet you still think youre not spoiled

Today 9:22 am

Namjoon: money cant buy happiness kookie

Today 9:22 am

Jungkook: dont call me that

Today 9:23 am

Jungkook: yes it can

Today 9:23 am

Namjoon: well, im happy and and I've never once regretted not taking on my dads company and marrying Jini instead

Today 9:24 am

Jungkook: so you tell me every single time we talk about this

Today 9:24 am

Namjoon: cause its true! Being rich is great, i believe that, but love man?

Today 9:25 am

Jungkook: im gonna stop you right there

Today 9:25 am

Namjoon: yet youre still carrying that damn charm with you right now, arent you?

Today 9:26 am

When Jungkook doesnt answer, Namjoon types again

Namjoon: exactly

Today 9:26 am

Yoongi: cant yall text in fucking private

Today 9:27 am

Yoongi: im trying to sleep

Today 9:27 am

Jungkook: isnt it like 5pm over there?

Today 9:28 am

Joon: yeah.

Today 9:28 am

Yoongi: yeah

Today 9:30 am

For a moment, no one texts, so Jungkook turns his phone off to look outside the black tinted window. Too many thoughts running around in his pretty head

Yoongi: Also, Jungkook, get over her already, she broke your heart 7 years ago. Time to move on

Today 9:35 am

- Flashback–7 years ago–JUNGKOOK -

"I got it for you," he says, tilting his head to gaze at Mina, who only raises her brow at him

"A charm...?" She asks, a little surprised, as she fiddles with the gift in her hand

Jungkook's grin fades slightly, "I mean yeah? So you can think of me when you miss me," he says, burying his face in her neck, smile returning "you know I'll be gone for 2 months baby."

"I know," she says, rolling her eyes as she looks down at the angelwing pendant, "but this? It's not necessary. If I miss you, I can call you," she laughs

"You can," he shrugs, drawing her in closer, tugging a stray blonde hair strand out her face "or you can be a little romantic and look at it when you miss me."

- End of Flashback -

Jungkook's arrival at the venue is anything but quiet and on the low, as cameras swarm his car before he can even get out. He curses the people who continually reveal his location to the paparazzi, making his day even more difficult

"Jk, over here!"

"Who are you wearing?"

"Do you care about anything besides fame and money? What do you aspire to be?"

"What do you think about your supposed fans leaking private videos of yourself?"

"Was your 2018 public breakup a PR stunt?" Tell us!"

After his security men clear the path, he puts on his black facemask and steps out of the van. It is short. Only a 20-foot walk till he was safely inside the set location

He sighs, his gaze meeting that of the countless cameramen vying for his attention. Big cameras covering most ofbtheir faces–at least they got a good quality shot of him

He refuses to back down as he maintains eye contact, clearly annoyed by the invasion of his privacy. "Come on this way," one of his bodyguards guides him inside, and once the door closes behind them, he lets out a sigh of relief, looking back up as he removes his mask–tattooed hand on full display. Anyone who didnt recognise him before, did now.

That famous ink covered hand

He made quite a stir when he reappeared after a year of disappearance from the public eye. They used to know him as an 18 year old who had just graduated from high school. But when he returned, he looked drastically different, with tattoos and piercings all over. He was definitely not the same person they thought they knew oh so well

And maybe that was for the better

What he doesn't expect is to make eye contact with you, who happens to be looking up from the loud noise he caused, once he lifts his head

Did you do your makeup differently today? He didn't remember you looking this dolled up yestedsay

You did, in fact, apply more makeup today. Only to appear presentable, and totally not because Hobi kept you up all night convincing you that you would look more professional if you, as the makeup artist, actually wore make up. Who would have guessed?

But you can't help but think hobi had ulterior motives...like attempting to get you and Jungkook to click

That would never happen, of course, because he is a celebrity with millions upon millions of fans. And you were, well, you. That wasn't a negative thing–you enjoyed yourself the way you were and would never want to be the one in the spotlight

But you couldn't deny that there was a difference between you and Jungkook

Not that you thought about him and you together while taking a nice selfcare bath yesterday. You totally didnt!

Fine, maybe you thought about it a little, but not for more than 5 minutes anyway...

Ugh, who could blame you? The man was smoking hot! But that didnt chance the fact that he was a total dick

So as you keep staring at him, not wanting to be the first to give up, Lia suddenly taps you on the shoulder, and you're compelled to.

"Uhm," she starts, biting her lower lip, making you anxious as you shift your whole focus to her.

Somethings up

Her blonde hair was longer than yesterday, you did remember her telling you she was getting extensions. They looked good. Her smile was usually contagious, but this time it looked...nervous–terrified

"Listen, don't be mad at me because I wasn't the one who suggested this, but-" she begins rambling, making you place your hands down on both her hsoulders

"calm down," you interrupt, a chuckle escaping your mouth, "what's wrong Lia?"

"They want you to replace Sana..." Lia exhales deeply. "For the whole rest of the week"

Your eyes widen in surprise as Lia's words hang in the air.

What...?

You stammer, unable to find the appropriate words...unable to think straight "wha-" you open your lps to speak, only to let out a little laugh. "You-"

"haha! You're messing with me!" You softly hit her delicate shoulder, shaking your head, some strands of hair falling out your bun "really lia you had me there for a second i really though-" you pause to laugh again, clutching your stomach, your manicured finger nails digging into the soft fabric of your hoodie "-i really thought you were for real for a second there" you laugh, scrunching up your nose, waiting for her to laugh as well. Clear up the joke and laugh with you.

But when she doesn't, her face staying serious, maybe even more nervous, your smile fades. "Youre fucking with me...right?" You repeat more, solemnly just for the purpose of giving her a last chance "Right?!" Panic starts to creep in.

Oh no

Oh no no no

You weren't about to jump in for Sana as the head stylist for one of your company's most critical shoots of the year.

This felt like your worst nightmare, you were dreaming right? That would make sense! You were dreaming! You were-

"Y/n" Lias voice brings you back to reality

Your gaze is drawn away from hers as she rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, as if to say, 'you'll be OK,' but you aren't. And you werent going to be

"Listen, Sana is not stupid, you know how she loves to be prepared, I'm sure there's a sort of notebook in Jungkook's changing room with notes on the outfits for today," Lia tries to be as helpful as she can in order to calm you down. Qnd as you breathe and nod, she does a little

You were a confident person–you usually were! But having to be in charge of a whole shoot just might have sounded like your worst nightmare

"Oh my god," you say, your voice barely audible, filled with a mix of shock and horror. Your heart races as you try to find the words to explain the overwhelming feeling that has taken hold of you. Once again. It was like a cycle

"What?" Lia asks, her voice filled with concern, as if it weren't evident from your expression, and the current situation.

You take a deep breath, feeling your stomach turn with unease. "I think I'm going to throw up-" you manage to utter, your voice trembling. In a desperate attempt to shield Lia from whatever catastrophe may be about to come out your mouth, you quickly turn around, but in your motion, you face plant with something solid. Or, more precisely, someone.

"Are we ready for the shoot?"

Oh shit. What were the consequences of simply running out the venue now? Because, to be frank, you'd love to sink into the ground right this instant–once again

-

Opening your eyes, you're met with complete darkness. That's it. You've died. Your body couldn't handle it and gave up on you.

Dying of nervousness was not the way you imagined your life to end but-

However, as the person standing in front of you takes a step back, you finally get a chance to look up. Of course its other than Jeon Jungkook. "I asked if we're ready to start," he asks again, clearly annoyed, as he pokes the inside of his cheek–his piercings even more noticeable that way. Ah, stop it. Stop staring at him, y/n. You need to focus on the task at hand.

"W-were," you stammer, glancing at Lia, who merely nods frantically, her glasses almost falling off her face

"We- we have to wait for sana" you say looking back at lia, her brows raising as she shakes her head immediately. "I cant do this" you whisper

Sighing lia places her hand on your shoulder as she addresses Jungkook, whos already more than annoyed as he crosses his arms

"How about you get dressed first, and we do your makeup lastly?" she proposes clapping her hands together as she looks between the two of you. Jungkook merely nods "whatever" as he checks his phone. They needed to find another makeup artist right away, which wasn't difficult given that Lia had previously majored in it. Thank goodness for Lia. And thank God for Jake, who comes over and hands you a bottle of water as she leaves

You mouth a quick thank you, opening the bottle, smiling at him. Your hands are slightly trembling, which Jungkook notices. In fact, he never fails to notice any minor annoyance or perk you have. He takes note of every facial expression, every sigh, and murmur. It's as if he can tell and sense how you feel from a mile away. He doesn't know why–maybe its the fact that you called him an idiot that still bothers him, so you're all he can think about from the moment he arrives on set until he leaves. That makes perfect sense. Without a doubt. For. Sure.

Jungkook's gaze darts between you two, becoming darker by the second. You should be guiding him to the dressing room and assisting him by now. Not chatting with some wannabe photographer who couldnt get his angles righg

"I don't have all day," Jungkook says again, almost getting between you two, "let's go"

You stare at his back as he walks away, then at Jake, who sighs shaking his head "good luck" and grins sympathetically

"Thank you," you bite your bottom lip, nodding, "I'll need it."

-

You were about to give up only a few minutes ago, but now you merely shrug, swallowing those emotions–your pride and holding back those tears as you make your way behind Jungkook to his dressing room

He obviously got the big one, the one with the bright lights on the mirror and the luxury leather couch inside. Sometimes, you wish you could just fall asleep on it cause it looked quite cosy–it even had a heating option. Heaven

The room was designed for celebrities like him, not nameless models whose sole purpose was to showcase a new collection. No. This was Jeon Jungkook, and at the end of the day, no one cared about the damn clothes.

"Have you ever been in here?" He asks cynically, not really caring if you were or weren't, but his sigh at the end of the sentence told you everything you needed to know-he was irritated.

You tried not to care because at the end of the day you were only the stylist for the time being. And the remainder of the week. "I have," you simply respond after taking a deep breath and glancing around for some form of direction.

You thank the heavens when you spot Sana's all-too-familiar note book, opening it in relief. "Well," you nod, keeping two pages open and placing it on the dresser. "Shall we start?" You put on a fake smile as your gaze meets his. Yet falls when you catch him on his phone, as uninterested as ever.

You clear your throat again. "Shall we start-"

"I got it the first time, no need to catch an attitude." he adds as he throws his phone on the previously mentioned couch, where it bounces once and lands at the edge–almost falling. And while you might have been concerned that it would break, Jungkook couldn't care less.

Of course not, he could easily afford ten of them. One of the benefits of having an insane amount of money was being able to buy things without worrying about them leaving a denk in your bank account

Lucky fucker

You couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have even half of what he has. It would be nice. To be able to afford a flat in a better neighbourhood than your current one. But then again, youd would miss the nightly convenience store runs.

Your attention returns to him from the couch after you roll your eyes. What you don't expect is Jungkook to stand in front of the mirror–shirtless. "Well?"

Your gaze instinctively moves to his chest, taking in the sight of the chains covering his neck and the incredibly well defined muscles. When you move your eyes down, you can't help but notice his insanely perfect sculpted abs. You never meant to ogle, but there's no denying that this man has a very close built of a what youd imagine a greek god to look like. In fact, you find yourself easily believing he is one.

"Right," you mumble as you look behind him, your sight fixed on the heap of clothes. Your gaze is drawn to the black leather jacket that Sana had neatly sketched in her notebook. Bingo.

You stride towards it with confident steps, picking it from the pile and handing it to him without saying anything. "Now, let's see about what to wear underneath," you say, your fingers running over the large rack of clothes. "What are you thinking?" A bunch of colourful pieces attract your attention, but it makes no difference what you choose

Prioritising the client's desires was one of the first lessons you learned during fashion school. Your option is second, if not third.

You don't hesitate to hand him the leather slacks he's supposed to wear when you find them a little farther down the rack. You weren't a big fan of leather, on yourself or anyone else. So it's a good thing he wore those today. In some way, it might make you gag rather than attracted...right?

Maybe gag is a strong word

Moving on

Even if you looked unbothered or nonchalant, you were still nervous. There was a burning fire deep within the depts of your mind. If someone could look into your mind right now, it would seem like a scene from a horror movie, with people frantically racing about, yelling, and screaming

It's amusing that you look so cool on the surface, yet in realith, you were on the edge of crumbling at the smallest inconvenience. For example, the sheer thought of Jungkook dropping his pants would have been enough to drive you into a coma-

Wait

As you stare at him, your eyes widen. Stay calm. Keep cool. Maintain your professionalism.

Live, laugh, love

This is normal–how else would he be able to put on the pants youd just given him?

Jungkook chuckles. When he notices your humiliated face looking away, he fucking laughs.

However he decides not to tease you just yet. As he looks in the full length mirror, he admires his nearly finished outfit. "I'm supposed to wear boots with this," he says in a casual tone, not mocking you. Thank God.

"Right," you respond as you swallow and walk to the small cupboard where he placed his old clothes, stooping down to look for his boots before handing them to him. But before you can do any of that, your sight is drawn to the smalles flicker in the corner beneath it, and you frown. You slyly grab it–it probably belonged to Sana or someone else who left it here

The boots are chuncky and black and have some silver elements to it. Yup, definitely something hed wear–given that hed be a walking rockstar if he were to have chosen the muisc route

Jungkook adjusts his jacket in front of the mirror once he gets up–now looking a little taller than before. He nods once, sighing as he clicks his tongue and looks at you through the mirror–your gazes dont meet immediately as he catches you looking down at your hand. Your hair effortlessly falls into your face, covering most of it, but he can still catch the way your lips purse

Your gaze is drawn down to the little charm you just picked up. Small but significant–at least, that's what you'd like to believe. It was a pair of wings. They couldn't be a birds–they were too big, but they could be angels. That sounded a lot better. Angelwings.

You'd leave it in the lost and found before you left work today, whoever lost it must be looking for it.

For a little while, you consider...No. It couldn't have been his. It was completely unlike him.

Then again, you shouldn't be acting like you knew him

With a shrug of your shoulders you place it in your back pocket before looking up

You give a genuine smile this time. "I was thinking for your shirt we could-" you begin, looking around the room for the top that caught your eye earlier, but Jungkook interrupts

"I'm not wearing a shirt."

"Uhm," you turn to him, bewildered, fiddling with your fingers, "youre not?" You ask almost whispering, and this was the perfect time to slap your forehead.

What did this man do for you to suddenly be so quiet?

Blame it on the stress

You expect him to make fun of you, but all he does is shake his head. "This is good," he adds again as he adjusts his hair–black locks already looking perfect, there was simply no need to style it. But of course they would have to anyway "this is exactly what I hoped for."

got scammed on twt for $300 for torontos eras tour @taylorswift concert 😭😭 really crying cuz I can’t go and got scammed omll

BAD, SAD, and MAD — jjk.

[ sypnosis ] ; jeon jungkook’s existence never ceases to pain you with how much of a asshole and arrogant he is. you’re left confused when he suddenly becomes fixated on you, unleashing his darker desires. you realize it goes further than just a conquest lay, deeper—something to satisfy his sudden infatuation.

tags ; high school setting, all characters mentioned will be 18+, dub-con, reader is drunk and high when the incident occurs (potentially non-con? she consents afterwards but still), dark!jk, reader loves pot, slightly based off of euphoria (character’s only), jk’s based off of nate and reader’s rue, bisexual!reader, jk is toxic, has anger issues, tags will be updated according to chapter, drinking and smoking, drug usage (mentioned), manipulation, jk is not a good person, degradation, some touches here and there, jk uses the fact that you’re sad to get what he wants

fic playlist ; “bad, sad, and mad” -bibi, “toxic” - britney spears, “mount everest” - labrinth, “lost in the fire” - the weeknd, “shinigami eyes” - grimes

“you red my mind, you red my mind,”

Jeon Jungkook, the bane of everyone's existence, the guy who people either loved or hated. He was the kind of guy you wanted on your side, your typical little egotistical asshole who thrived off the attention of others and being the best at almost everything he came across.

I knew the little shit since grade school, quiet and reserved but oftentimes more snotty whenever he didn't like the way things were going. He got worse with the sudden growth spurt he fucking went through, it was like he had gotten slapped with a shit ton of steroids and suddenly his emo phase had been traded for a fucking Migos fanboy clubcard.

At least from what I've seen.

Jungkook wasn't this lanky ass teenager with side bangs who looked like he wanted to hex everyone in the room. He went from a My Chemical Romance reject to something straight out of a magazine or something. He learned to style his hair, courtesy of his older brother who had stuck a piece of gum in his hair on purpose one summer before high school started.

He kinda realized he looked better with a haircut and decided to do his research.

He took note of what the girls liked and what they didn't. Messy hair was hot however overgrowing it made you look like a bum. Girls also liked it if you worked out, the stronger you were the better. He ditched his old wardrobe and thanks to his Daddy's credit card he improved his shitty wardrobe.

By the time we were all seniors he had completely changed his entire fucking attitude and I couldn't be more happy to see his stupid fucking face all around school until the end of the year.

I seriously hate this guy.

The sound of the bell ringing snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked hazily and looked around as most of the student body began walking in different directions to reach their destinations, You however remained still against the tree you sat up against, sketchbook lain across your lap and pencil long forgotten somewhere the grass.

You had no intentions of going to class, you figured you could just wander around until you weren't bored anymore or something like that. You wondered if.. no, you had already ran out the day prior already, you were going to have to bum some weed off of Jaebum or Mark. You suppose you weren't going to sit under the tree after all..

With a quiet huff you gather your supplies and lazily toss your backpack over your shoulder as you walk in the direction towards the theater where you knew those weirdos were always at. "Hi y/n." A few people say as you pass by, you don't really know them like that in fact you think they only know you because you're at every damn party that somebody throws.

You round the corner to pass by to enter the side entrance of the theater when you hear it. A locker slams shut, the is noise deafening as you flinch from how awful it sounds. You hear some girl's hushed voice, almost angry, and then someone else. You're not one to care but it's not a crime to be a little bit curious.

"Seriously Jungkook I told you we were over, you're a fucking pyscho and you're hurting me! Let go, you're causing a scene!" The girl hisses angrily as she jabs her finger in Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook is propped up against the locker, looking down at the girl just as angry but he's more relaxed about it, if anything he looks like this is a major inconvenience. He's got his large hand wrapped around her tiny frail wrist, gripping it tightly and you swear you can hear the little popping noise it makes as she struggles even more. He leans down to whisper angrily in her ear.

The girl doesn't notice you at first but as you grow nearer she turns to look at you, "Jungkook," she hisses, face full of embarrassment.

Jungkook pauses and side eyes you as you pass by. You look at the girl and then at him. You hate the way he stares at you, like you're the one trespassing or ruining their little moment. He runs his tongue over his lower lip slowly, eyes never leaving you until you fully pass by them and head into the theater. You can still feel his eyes on you even as you disappear into the theater.

He's a asshole.

+

After successfully obtaining the weed, with Mark of course immediately jumping on your case with a: "And you better pay me back l/n! You already bummed some off of me the last time when you only said you wanted a hit."

You tucked the small clear bag in your cardigan and made your way through the parking lot. Not far off you see the entire football team gathered around the field, listening to their screaming coach and then heading off to do laps around the track. A certain player catches your eye, you see Jungkook not far off leading the players as he runs ahead with Kim Namjoon running by his side.

With every intention to not be noticed you walk faster in order to avoid the players. At first you think you're gonna make it but you start panicking internally when Jungkook draws nearer and nearer. Just your luck you end up dropping your fucking sketchbook and pencil, "Fuck, fuck." You whisper crouching down to pick your stuff up.

It's too late, you hear his heavy footsteps closer and as you look up you swear the world feels like it's moving in slow motion. You stare up at Jungkook who turns to look at you, his eyes drop down to your scattered papers and then back at you. He looks at you like he did back at the hallway and this time it sends a shiver up your spine.

"Try not to get too high l/n," Namjoon calls out, "this rate you might as well be a walking advertisement for dispensaries." He smirks.

A few other guys snicker as they pass by you making little comments. You just want to get the fuck out of there, so you do.

You end up smoking most of the weed, stumbling a little because you inhale a little too much and you choke on your coughs. It's still midday so you can't exactly go home just yet, plus you reek of weed. You settle for wandering around the neighborhood near this local convenience store everyone seems to go to.

"Shit," you lose your footing and manage to catch yourself last second from eating shit on the pavement.

"Yo, l/n!" Your head whips up and you see Kim Jennie with two other girls in her car staring at you, "Want a ride?" She smirks knowingly.

You smack your lips together and nod, "Thanks.." You murmur as you slide into the backseat, waving at Irene and then Rosé, "Hi." You quietly say, voice so soft you doubt anyone in the car even heard you.

"Hi girilie." Rosé, ever so sweet, smiles as she greets you like she usually does whenever you two run into each other around school or at a party of some sort.

Jennie ends up driving you guys to her house under the pretense of her parents being out of town until later on in the day. Jennie being the nice girl that she is offers to let you have whatever snacks you're craving from her very well stocked up pantry. The others lounge in her room and when you finally present yourself you shyly sit close to Rosé and eat some chips you had grabbed from the pantry.

"Dude I literally hate my thigh gap," Jennie complains as she as she stands in front of the mirror, turning and looking at her body all around, "I wish I could like do something to make them chunkier."

Irene hums and peers up from the magazine she's reading, "Your thighs are fine, you are fine, is this about Jongin? Girl I promise you he loves you exactly the way you are right now." She rolls her eyes with a soft scoff.

"No! That's not what I'm talking about!" Jennie whines as she turns in the mirror once again.

You sit there in wonder if this is really all they talk about when they hang out? Rosé seems to be lost in her own conversations with Jennie and Irene is off in her own world. You can't help but stare at Rosé, your own heart picking up a beat as your cheeks grow a little hot. Is it you? Is it the room?

A million thoughts run through your head as you zone out and don't even realize Rosé is talking to you. "y/n?" She softly says, "Did you hear me?"

"No, repeat that again?" You cough awkwardly and avoid her eyes, ignoring the giggles in the background coming from the other two girls you forgot were in the room.

"I asked if you were going to the house party later on? You know the one Hoseok's throwing?" She offers you a tiny smile as she gently pats your shoulder, the touch burning, "Are you sure you don't wanna take a nap or something? You look like you're about to pass out." She giggles.

You gulp and shake your head, "I'm fine.." You reply, "I don't know, maybe? Where is it at again?"

Jennie hops on the bed and wraps her arms around you knocking you right out of your little daydream as she jostles you, "You can ride with us! I got you girl don't worry, you wanna borrow something of mine? I bet you're my size."

"Uhhh,"

"Yeah we can even do your makeup." Rosé offers as she grabs your hand, "What do you say y/n?"

For Rosé? Anything. Even if you didn't like makeup.

"S-Sure." You whisper.

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The party is in full swing by the time you arrive with the others. Rosé offers to stick with you as she links arms with you and happily makes her way to the kitchen for some shots. "C'mon, let's see what kind of stuff they brought for the drinks." She excitedly smiles as she leads the way.

You feel a little naked, out of your comfort zone with all this makeup they put on you. Jennie lent you a little black top, it could pass off as a bra or something with the way your boobs were pushed up and exposed. She topped it off with a oversized jean jacket and a pair of low hanging jeans and a little belly chain she lent you. They even straightened your hair and did some light but bold makeup.

"You look hot." Irene had said to you once they were done. She didn't lie because you had more eyes on you than you can count. You watch awkwardly from the side as Rosé pours two shot glasses. She turns to you and holds one out with a smile, "The night's just getting started." She winks.

You accept the shot and raise it, "To.. us..?" You cringe at the way you sound so stupid.

Rosé smiles, "To us!" She raises your glasses together and then downs it in one go, making this cute little face as she shakes her head with a muffled whine. "Bleh." You smile in return, this could be the night.

You stick with her throughout the night and go wherever she wants to go. You end up dancing a little and then heading outside to meet some of her own friends. Occasionally Jennie appears with her boyfriend but you don't expect much cause she looks lost in her own world with him. You're lost too, lost in Rosé.

She looks so pretty under the neon purple lights, you think she looks best when she's happy and you want to keep it that way. You work up the courage to lay your head on her shoulder during one of her little run-ins with friends. Rosé doesn't seem to mind, she welcomes you and gently wraps a arm around you. Oh you like that a lot.

"Be right back," your dreamy state snaps, "I need to use the restroom real quick and get us more drinks. Sooyoung will take care of you." Rosé pats you so you could lift your head.

You nod slowly and eye her for a few more seconds, "See ya then." You offer a tiny smile to which she returns. You watch her go and then turn back around to slump in your seat, Sooyoung picks up on this and leans over to whisper in your ear.

"So how long you know her?" She says softly.

"Since grade school." You reply.

Sooyoung nods, "I barely met her this year, sucks cause she's a really sweet girl. Hey aren't you the girl that like once blacked out from smoking too much weed and drinking?"

You groan internally, this was gonna be your one-hundredth time explaining to people you didn't black out because of weed, you don't even think that's fucking possible to begin with. "No, actually uh well I kinda mixed some drugs with alcohol, as you heard it didn't end well for me."

"Drugs?" She whispers in awe like you just told her some life threatening secret, "No way, take it easy okay? We only have one life." She pouts shaking her head, "I only heard because my boyfriend said the guys from the football team were all talking about it after it happened." She says sympathetically, "That's pretty hardcore."

"Yepp.." You awkwardly reply and give her a thumbs up, "I'm good though, weed only for me now." You chuckle softly to lessen the tension.

Sooyoung smiles warmly but then her attention is elsewhere, you curiously turn around to look and just see some guy. "Who's that?" You ask and turn to look back at Sooyoung.

"I think that's Seungjoo, he might be looking for Rosé who knows," She shrugs picking at her nails, "they got a thing going on you know? She acts like they don't like each other but I can totally see it in their eyes. They're totally gonna bone." She grins.

Your heart stops and you try to hide your shock, "What..?" You whisper.

"Yeah you didn't know? They've been like a thing since last summer, I mean the whole school found out about it and," she goes on and on about this whole "drama". You don't care though, you end up zoning out.

Your throat feels dry and the room stops moving all of a sudden, you're in disbelief, and you kinda wish you hadn't heard that. "I gotta go," you whisper and get up hurriedly, "sorry talk to you later?"

"Oh sure." You don't stick around and book it out of there. You pass by the many people in the hallways and some who are exiting a random ass room. You don't care, all you can feel is the heavy pounding of your little heart and the ringing in your ears as Sooyoung's words echo in your head.

Rosé and him? A thing? Fuck it hurt way more than you thought it would, you already knew this was coming anyways. What did you expect from crushing on a straight girl? You were bound to find out so why were you crying about it now? You set your own damn self up.

"Yo watch it." Some guy says after you brush shoulders with him.

"Fuck off." You spit back and run upstairs to hide somewhere. "Please don't be fucking, please don't be fucking." You whisper and turn the knob as you open a door.

Fuck.

You come across the very fucking sight you wanted to avoid, Rosé and this Seungjoo guy, making out on the bed with hands all over each other. Their lips move together and Rosé's halfway on this dude's lap, hands tangled in his hair as she lets out the most prettiest fucking moan you've ever heard. Fuck this Seungjoo, and fuck the universe for making you witness this shit.

Rosé notices you and she pulls away, "Crap, I didn't know you were up here." She buttons her top back up.

You want to punch the stupid Seungjoo in the damn face but you force yourself to shake your head and smile, "No my bad, I didn't know if you were okay or not so I came looking for you." You awkwardly step around, "I'll just leave you two then." You whisper and head out, tears stinging your eyes.

'Fuck man.' You think and slowly make your way back downstairs. This totally blows, your heart is broken and you're not drunk enough to make it go away. That's life you guess. You grab a bottle from the counter and head out to the patio to drink it, alone like always.

The patio is dimly lit and no one is really around. You find a spot on the patio furniture and sit there drinking little sips at first before gulping down the alcohol. It burns and stings but you don't care, you're too fucking sad to care.

You sit in silence for what seems like eternity, just watching the water from the pool ripple and glisten under the lights. You're mostly checked out right now, gaze empty and heart aching. Why Rosé of all people? What the hell was with you liking people you could never have? You couldn't even gaslight yourself into thinking that she would ever give you a chance because that was bullshit.

Major bullshit.

You grumble softly and take another swig of the bottle, gulping down the bitter tasting drink. As you wallow in self pity you hear some new voices around the corner. It's Jungkook and Hoseok, the dude who threw the damn party and was the one you made out with you before you blacked out. They're smoking a blunt together as they talk about something you can't bring yourself to care about.

You don't care about them right now though, you simply slump even further and sip from the bottle. Hoseok is the first to see you, "Hey y/n," he calls out, raising the blunt in his hand as he smirks, "you want some?"

"Bring it over here." You reply and sit up as you blink slowly at them, "Here," you shove the half empty bottle in Hoseok's lap as you take the blunt from his hand and take a long drag from it.

Hoseok whistles as he raises the bottle to examine it, "Shit this was fucking full before, fucks got you so strung up y/n?" He shakes his head and takes a sip from it.

You ignore him and hand the blunt over to Jungkook, "Nothing," you glare at the water, "absolutely fucking nothing."

Jungkook makes a face but quickly masks it by taking a hit from the blunt, he sits back with a dark look in his eye as he clearly takes you in, you are showing way more skin than usual after all. Hoseok talks about some random shit you don't care about and you sit there silently listening and smoking. Jungkook's eyes are trained on you the entire time, occasionally you catch them drifting down to your exposed tits.

"Hol' on I'm gonna go bring another one of these," Hoseok says as he gets up, "don't do anything I wouldn't do." He calls out with a cackle as he disappears back into the house.

You're left alone with Jungkook and silence envelops you both, the only sound that could be heard is the pool water and distant cheers from the party goers inside. You're so fucked at this point, you can't even form a actual thought in your head because too many run through your mind. Jungkook smokes the rest of the blunt as he flicks the ashes, some falling on Jennie's jeans.

"So," Jungkook rasps out as he releases the smoke he was holding in, "fucks got your pretty little head in the clouds?" You don't like how fucking smug he looks and sounds right now, you're not in the damn mood to deal with his shit. Jungkook however thinks this is the funniest shit ever because he keeps going, "Oh wait I know, I mean it could be either two of these things," he smirks, "one," he coos, "Your little druggie friend Jooheon didn't give your druggie ass your daily fix."

Your nostrils flare in anger as you clench your fists tightly, "Or two," he leans forward to stare you dead in the eye, "your little girlfriend Rosé out here warming some fellas dick as we speak upstairs." He whispers.

"Fuck. You." You say through gritted teeth, "That's none of your fucking business."

"So it is true." Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back as his Adam's apple contracts, "Oh man I didn't think this shit was true. When Hoseok told me you were into girls I thought to myself, no way, that fucking pothead drug addict loves someone more than pot and molly?" He looks back down at you with an amused smirk, "How fucking cute. Does she know this? Prolly not if she's bouncing on some other dude's dick." He shrugs.

You suddenly stand up, legs shaky and balance unsteady as the effects of the weed and alcohol start to kick in. "I'm not fucking listening to you, you're a dick and I don't know how anyone can fucking stand you." You glare and start marching back to the house angrily as you flip him off as you go.

Right as you reach the patio door a pair of hands grab you and slam you right up against the wall, you stare back in shock and confusion, "What is wrong with you?"

"I could take your mind off of her if that's what's really bothering you." Jungkook says as he stares down at you, "I don't mind you using me if that's what you really want." He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Use me, forget about her." His lips lightly touch your ear, goosebumps rising all over your body.

"Are you even listening to yourself?" You groan and begin to struggle against him, "I'm not fucking interested-"

"And she is?" Jungkook cuts you off, "You think she's gonna ever want someone like you? A fucking addict? You can't give her what she needs y/n, you're just not for her. She'll never look at you the way you want her to," he presses you harder into the wall.

You whimper quietly and turn away, he really hit you where it hurts and tears begin to blur your vision. All of tonight's events come crashing down on you all at once and you're left feeling pathetic. It's true, you'll never be Seungjoo or what she wants. You're just you.. sad pathetic you.

"I can treat you nicely," he whispers against your cheek, "so sweet and soft," he grabs at your thigh and hoists it up around his hips, "I can fuck you any way you want, just say the word..."

You whimper softly, turning your face away but he gently brings you back to him. "What do you say?" He whispers.

His lips slowly draw nearer, breath ghosting over your lips. You shakily breathe into him, eyes fluttering as he presses into you, sealing the deal. You kiss back slowly, tilting your head a little as you place your hands on his shoulders timidly.

He softly sighs against you and tightens his hold on your thigh, so tight it has you whining in pain. He growls quietly and all but smashes his lips back on to yours, slamming you into the wall as he hoists you up against him. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tightly.

Jungkook's hands drop down below to your ass, squeezing you tightly and pressing your hips against him. You feel the bulge below in his own pants, and you start feeling hotter and hotter. Your panties grow damp and your clit tingles in anticipation. You want to grind on him, or have his fingers, anything you just need something.

His lips smack against yours as he pulls away to pant hotly into your mouth. He stares at your lips and then looks up at you, "Gonna fuck you so hard you forget about her," he mumbles.

You bite your lip, "Stop talking." You bring him back in, this time taking charge of the kiss and biting down on his lower lip, causing him to hiss a little.

You roll your hips eagerly against his and he slips a free hand between you two, sticking his hand down your jeans and cupping you through your panties. A moan bubbles out of your throat and you reach down to unbuckle his jeans. Jungkook dips his fingers past your damp panties when suddenly you hear someone call you.

"y/n?" Rosé worriedly says as she and Hoseok stand there together, "You okay?"

"Holy shit." Hoseok laughs when he sees the predicament you're both in.

You pull away from the kiss and shove at Jungkook's chest as you shamefully stand there, "Y-Yeah?" You croak out, clearing your throat as you bite you lip and stare up at Jungkook, who has a unreadable expression on his face.

"Jennie is ready to go, we're leaving in a few and I came to get you." She says as she side eyes Hoseok with distaste.

"Oh uh, I'm going!" You fix your pants and side step, ignoring the way Jungkook's nostrils flare in anger as he eyes Rosé and then you. You don't look back as you and Rosé link arms, you choose not to look because you already know he is. Just remembering how angry he looked had you shivering, and to think you'd were going to fuck him.

What a night.

end.

THIS WILL GET DARK PEOPLE, you have been warned. This is prolly gonna be like five chapters long, not too long cause I got other writings I need to get out first!

pls give me eras tour ticket for Toronto!! @taylorswift 🙏💙

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🖇 Posted: October 04, 2020.

To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 1

Title: Assembly’s and Introductions 

Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader

Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Mild Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn

Summary: There’s a new kid at your prestigious university, he’s tall, tattooed and muscular, and oh yeah, he’s the Prince. 

Warnings: PG13, mild swearing, a general ‘lets get the ball rolling’ first chapter

Word Count: 5410

Release Date: January 26, 2023, 12:40PM

A/N 1: I’ve been working on this since September 2022, got 80K in, and have accidentally taken an extended break from Dec 1st until now. I need a kick in the pants to continue writing it so here’s the first chapter. I hope you enjoy as I have read this about 400 times and I’m sick of editing it.

A/N 1.5: it’s pronounced ‘Nehl” not “Neal”

“Come on, come ooooon!!” Yuri says as she drags you by one arm down the corridor, the other filled with books and study notes. You’re being dragged from your mid morning study session and she’s starting to stretch your favourite sweater from how hard she’s pulling.

Slipping from her grasp to save it from any permanent damage, Yuri uses her new freedom to take the lead.

“Not everyone cares as much about this as you do,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I get you’re here because your parents put you here but I worked for it. I can’t just abandon my study plans for some guy,” voice echoing in the corridor as you succeed in keeping up with her quick pace.

Yuri mocks your words in gibberish, matching your tone, just more nasally.

She’s heard this hundreds of times since becoming your best friend in first year after being assigned your roommate. She may force you to go to places and parties you don’t find nearly as important as she does, but you also know she’s the only reason you’ve had any fun since starting university.

That doesn’t deter you though.

“I’m serious,” you insist, refusing to back down.

A look you know well flashes over her face. One that’s a mixture of absurdity and exhaustion— specifically at you.

“You know, sometimes I can’t even believe we’re friends. He’s not just some guy YN,” she looks over her shoulder to make eye contact. “He’s the prince.”

Ah yes, the prince.

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