Summary: In Which You Wake Up In The Middle Of The Night Without Jungkook By Your Side.

summary: in which you wake up in the middle of the night without jungkook by your side.

> fluff, smut kinda almost / wc: 2.2k

> warnings: mention of an ugly ghost lol, making out, grinding

note: i was in the mood i’m sorry scratches head he’s just too hot. my drabbles never go according to plan yay :] not proofread well never have much time for it bc of classes see you all later i’ll try to post pure fluff again this week it’s in the drafts. wait ALSO CAN SOMEBODY CONFIRM THAT IM FUNNY my friends won’t admit it ??

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you slowly sit up on the bed, half-open eyes glaring at the cold empty space beside you on the bed. you slip your feet in your fluffy slippers and slightly stumble on the way to the bathroom. you twist the doorknob to find the door open.

“jungkook?” your small voice echoes, only your head peeking through the door. no answer. no rustling. no sign of life. you close your eyes and sigh tiredly, leaning on the doorframe before continuing your search in the living room.

that’s where you find him. the large television screen serves as a dim light that washes over the white walls of your shared home, forming images and shapes that shift into new ones every time you blink.

you should have anticipated this when your boyfriend passed out the moment his body hit the mattress. supposedly, he was to rest for atleast fifteen minutes before hopping in the shower. minutes became hours. you fell asleep cuddling his sleeping figure after finishing a movie on your phone.

now it’s 1:17am and your boyfriend is fucking playing a vr horror game, completely tuned out from the real world. he moved the center table to the side to freely move around in an open space, wearing the vr goggles and holding the touch controllers. he doesn’t even feel your presence when you sit on the single chair beside the couch, watching everything from his left side. your eyes switch between him and the television. you can’t hear the sound effects since he’s also wearing a headset. on the bright side, you’re glad he listened to you about turning the volume down when he plays because the sounds often leak from the speakers. you used to scold him about it all the time.

he makes a startled noise when he looks back and turns out the head of the lady in the portrait moved to his direction, her bulging eyes staring at him accusingly. he quickly recovers and laughs out loud, carrying on with his journey of finding the items required for him to leave the haunted house.

“i think i got myself a crazy boyfriend.” you mutter to yourself, curling yourself up on the chair and leaning your head on the right armrest to maintain the good view of the game. he finds his luck in a dusty yet dainty bedroom, finding four items in a row.

“ah, ah, ah. here we go. i knew there’d be one here.” he closes the jewelry box, making a noise of satisfaction. he turns around to leave, but a stray piece of white cloth dangles infront of him and blocks the path.

“oing?” he reacts in confusion before chuckling in amusement. “oh, this is her room, isn’t it?”

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Puddle of Love ‖ twelve

You spend some time healing with the help of a... friend.

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Waking up next to Jungkook wasn’t exactly a new experience. At that point, you’d lived through it twice already, but the new element of it was that there was no hurry this time. He didn’t have to rush somewhere and leave as soon as possible, there was no deadline to meet, no manager who was waiting—it was just the two of you in his bed, woken up by the sunrise in the early hours of the morning. 

You expected Jungkook to get up right away and make breakfast or something else he thought you’d like. The only thing you weren’t expecting him to do was to pull you in closer so he could spoon you, nuzzle his face between your neck and shoulder, and fall asleep again with his arm around you—but that was exactly what he’d decided to do. You didn’t mind at all. In fact, his arm around you gave you a sense of comfort and safety, even if these were fleeting feelings, and that meant a lot that morning. 

You couldn’t sleep anymore, not when all you thought about were your friends and how they were doing, your friend’s family, how everyone was holding up, and all the things you had no control over. For a while, you did manage to focus on something other than that, which was Jungkook and this closeness you two felt when around each other. He was holding onto you and sleeping, his body keeping yours heated, his hands making you feel safe, the sound of his breathing calming you down. 

Once you couldn’t control your thoughts anymore, you gently moved his arm away from your body so you could get up, take a shower and get back into the clothes you wore when you first came there, which were now washed and dried. You went downstairs, wanting to make breakfast for Jungkook since he’d done so much for you. There was a chance you would run into someone at the house, but you’d mentally prepared for it under the shower, hoping nobody would ask too many questions about you two. 

Besides, talking to someone would stop you from having depressing thoughts that didn’t seem to let you be. There was no one downstairs, though. Take-out boxes and empty beer cans served as proof that someone had been there last night, but they were all gone, probably sleeping in the other rooms upstairs.

The breakfast didn’t take long—it was just some toast with scrambled eggs and coffee, but it made you feel productive, like you were able to do something for Jungkook. You brought the tray with food upstairs, just to find him brushing his teeth. His head peeked through the door and he grinned when he saw it was you, mumbling that he’d be right there. Jungkook seemed to be in a great mood, which made you feel a bit lighter.

You ate together on the balcony, enjoying the view of the sun shining over the forest behind their house, warming both of you. Despite the sad thoughts rummaging through your head, you could describe the moment as peaceful. And that was what it was all about—having good moments, and not expecting to feel good 24/7. Well, at least that’s what you told yourself as you tried to find happiness in things like watching the sunrise with the man you really cared about.

“It’s going to be a nice day today,” Jungkook said, sipping on his coffee, having finished his breakfast while you were still on your third bite, struggling to finish. “Do you want to do something today?”

“Maybe we can go for a walk,” you suggested, feeling like it would be better to spend time with him, hang out, and go somewhere than stay in one place and get overwhelmed with thoughts. “Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go home.”

“Not a problem,” Jungkook said, but you could see his jaw clenching as he looked away. He spoke slowly and quietly as if he was trying to make sure you understood. “I can take you right after you finish your meal if you want to leave right away. But of course, you can stay here for as long as you want, like I’ve said.”

“Thank you,” you said, wiping your mouth, realizing you couldn’t eat anything. Your stomach was in knots, and you didn’t feel like eating at all. Coffee, on the other hand, was doing you good. “For everything, the conversations, letting me stay here, your company… Everything.” You meant it—all of it and a lot more—but it was hard to put these feelings into words when you felt so many good and bad things at once.

“You’re always welcome.” Jungkook shot a look at you and smiled warmly, once gain reminding you of how much you enjoyed being in his presence. “I’m glad you came to see me.”

“Me too,” you said, in all honesty, knowing very well you’d made the right call by coming here, even if you ended up crossing some boundaries and rushing into things. Those things didn’t seem to be irreparable, and that was the only thing that mattered. “I’ve missed hanging out with you. You always know the right things to say.”

“Somehow!” He grinned with a shrug. Of course, Jungkook wasn’t saying anything groundbreaking, but he always managed to say the right things exactly when you needed to hear them. He understood you even when you acted irrational and cried, which most men didn’t seem equipped to deal with. 

“We get along well, maybe that’s why,” you suggested, drinking the last of your coffee and getting up, which brought out a frown out of Jungkook, even though he recovered quickly. “Let’s go.”

The only thing that you brought with you was your bag, so when you got that, you were good to go. Your clothes were on you, your phone in your bag, on silent mode. You didn’t feel like going through the texts and calls, you didn’t feel like facing anything else. Jungkook grabbed his wallet and phone and walked out of the room right after you, which made you stop walking and look at him in surprise.

“You won’t take anything else with you?” you asked, confused as to why he wasn’t taking any of his clothes or other stuff he needed if he was going to join you at your place. Wasn’t that where you two were headed?

“What do you mean?” Jungkook wondered, clearly not getting your point. “What else do I need?”

You realized you’ve never explicitly told Jungkook you wanted him to come with you, and that he was probably thinking he was just driving you home. “Uh… Are you going to stay at my place?” 

It was just more private there, it could be just the two of you without the fear of one of his bandmates deciding to join you, and you could relax a bit more when you were on your turf. Besides, you didn’t want to say goodbye to him. The fear of losing him too was just too strong to deal with.

“Oh, uh, yeah…” Jungkook looked around and then nodded, chuckling. “Let me get some stuff then.”

“I’ll wait for you outside,” you said, excited that he was willing to do that for you. He surely had better plans now that he was out of rehab, doing well, and could do whatever he wanted. 

You sat in the garden for a minute or two before Jungkook joined you with a sports bag over his shoulder. “I wasn’t sure how long you wanted me there, so I took some stuff just in case,” he informed you as you walked over to the car. “At first, I thought you just wanted to go home. Without me.”

“No,” you said, unlocking the car, “I want to go home to change, but I thought it might be… nice to be there alone. Just us.”

Jungkook shot you a glance and smiled as he threw his bag in the backseat. You let him drive, preferring it that way. He’d never been to your place before, so you navigated him there and Jungkook seemed to like your neighborhood. 

It was quiet and peaceful, even though a lot of famous people lived around there, so there were always some reporters around the gates. Nobody came all the way down to the river, though, so you thought it would be nice to take Jungkook there, but first, you wanted to change into something more fitting for a walk.

While you were changing, Jungkook took a tour of your home and garden, like you asked him to. If he was going to be staying there for a while, he had to know where things were. Besides, you never wanted him to leave, not after you’d discussed it all. Would all the bad feelings return after he left? You didn’t want to find out—you couldn’t.

You walked downstairs and found Jungkook on the porch, sitting in a rocking chair in the shade, enjoying the view.

“Sit down for a second,” Jungkook told you, which instantly worried you because of the tone he used and the expression on his face. You did what he asked of you and waited for him to explain, hoping you weren’t about to be hit with even worse news.

“I have some possibly bad news. Some reporter took a picture of us in the car earlier, when we were by the first gate,” he explained and you knew exactly what he meant. Sometimes, a reporter or two would lurk in the bushes by the entrance to the double-gated community, eager to catch something illicit going on. Jungkook and you weren’t doing anything bad in any sense of the word, but you still didn’t want the old rumors to be brought up again. “It’s online already. Actually, Andre called me, you know I’m not on my phone a lot, so I didn’t see it earlier. He wanted to check on you since you hadn’t answered his texts, but he also told me about the picture.”

“How great,” you said, huffing. Would you ever be able to lead a normal life, away from people who always seemed to have something to say about your life? “They really need to get a life.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement before sighing. “It sucks that we can’t even drive to your house without these people following, but that’s what this life is. We can’t let this shit get to us. Are you okay?”

“Jungkook, don’t worry. I mean, after the first picture, can it really get any worse? Besides, who cares? This is old news. People will start talking again, but that’s it. I really don’t want to worry about that as well when there’s… more serious stuff going on.” With that, you got up and looked around, once again admiring the beauty of the day, the birds chirping happily, unaware of the passage of time and life.

Jungkook got up too, nodding at your response. “You’re right. They can’t prove anything and even if they could, it doesn’t matter.”

“Exactly. I was thinking we can go to the river and then up the hill, the view is amazing.”

Jungkook enjoyed the river and the hill as much as you did and he didn’t complain about all the walking, not even once, even though it got hot on the way back since you stayed a bit longer than you intended to. It did feel a bit strange to see him there because you’d never imagined you two would get there. You’d spent numerous hours sitting by the shore and thinking about him, and now he was there with you. The thought comforted you.

Even if the world seemed to be falling apart right then, at least you had Jungkook by your side. The thought was comforting. Back when you two were at the villa, you often thought about him, and how you two were self-sufficient people who just made each other’s lives better when it was just the two of you and your honest conversation, no information held back from the other. That morning, you felt the same way, even if it wasn’t just the two of you. You had more people to think about, the entire public knowing about you two and offering their thoughts, your managers, his bandmates, all the fans… Yet, their importance faded in comparison with the importance of the relationship you two had.

Neither one of you felt the need to check your social media or read the comments on all the posts about you two being a thing. It didn’t matter, actually. What new thing would you actually read? There were people who liked the idea, people who hated it because they despised one or both of you, and there were those who were indifferent. None of their opinions would change what you two had, so there was no use in reading it.

Besides, you didn’t want to know what kind of a story the media was trying to sell. It would be lies meant to attract more readers or shady titles of articles with no substance. They didn’t know how either of you felt, they didn’t know about your friend, or how Jungkook managed to help you. 

Jungkook stayed with you for a grand total of five days, which seemed insufficient. His stay could be called platonic, save for the kisses you two exchanged. Friends don’t kiss, and you two kissed more than once, but the kisses weren’t make-out sessions or anything of the sort, despite you crossing the line back at his place.  The kisses were comforting and they happened when you really felt you needed them.

Were you selfish for kissing Jungkook when he was there to try to make you feel better? Maybe. But, it wasn’t like you’d promised him anything. Besides, you did care about him too, and he knew that. The timing just wasn’t right to try to make sense of the two of you or to make big decisions.

The first kiss happened the second night when Jungkook noticed you couldn’t fall asleep. The two of you were watching movies in your living room because you thought that activity would tire you out and allow you to get a good night’s sleep, but it just wasn’t happening. 

“Your eyes are so open I can almost see your brain,” Jungkook joked, nudging you, to which you scoffed and kicked your head back into the sofa.

“I know, I just can’t sleep,” you groaned, feeling a bit desperate by that point. It was already 1 am, and you felt wide awake despite waking up at 6 that morning. “If you’re tired, please go to bed, don’t stay up because of me.”

“Go to bed without you?” Jungkook looked at you like you were talking nonsense. “No way… I want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

You thought it was sweet, just like everything else he’d told you since you two met up. Jungkook was always so thoughtful around you, and you noticed it even more when you were on your turf, in your own home, and when you realized he was doing everything possible to make you happy and steer your thoughts away from really depressing things that dragged you down every time.

“Hey, listen,” he said after a couple of more minutes of staring at the screen. “Why don’t we go get McDonald’s, or something?”

“McDonald’s?” Your head snapped in his direction as this was completely unexpected from him. “Now?”

“Yeah, why not?” Jungkook shrugged and leaned more towards you to explain his intentions. “It’s not about food, but about getting to drive around town. It’s night, no one will see us, so we can blast some music and just drive. I know you like their shakes so I thought it could be fun.”

And that was how you found yourself in your car with a shake in your hand, music blasting from the speakers, windows rolled down, and Jungkook driving. He was right, there was no one around.  You got some food as well and were trying to find a good place to sit down and eat, refusing to do it at your house. The city looked so tempting when there were no people outside, as if it was inviting you two to explore it.

“Why don’t we eat outside?” you responded to his suggestion with one of your own. “Everyone else does it.”

“Usually, because people wouldn’t leave you alone,” Jungkook reminded you with a chuckle. “But now, there’s no one around, and I’m here to tell them to let you be.”

“Let’s find the spot,” you agreed, happy with the fact that Jungkook once again found a way to make something so ordinary seem new and exciting.

That’s how you ended up on the bridge downtown, sitting on the floor with your legs hanging, squeezed in between the fence railing, eating and watching cars rush by. 

“This feels a lot more relaxing than I thought it would,” you had to admit after a while, even though you usually hated noise.

The thing was, it wasn’t even that noisy because there weren’t that many cars. They’d just appear, speed by, and would be gone in a couple of seconds, leaving you and Jungkook to sit there with your fries and look down at all the lights that slowly shrunk and disappeared.

“I’m glad it does.”

You could stay up all night if you wanted to and nothing would happen. You were both free, even if for a little while, so you decided to share and enjoy the freedom you had with Jungkook.

At one point, you turned to face each other at the exact same time and your heart was so full of emotions for him, so you leaned in and kissed him. Jungkook went stiff at the touch of your lips, but he relaxed a second in and kissed you back, letting you feel his smooth lips on yours and his breath on your face. It wasn’t a needy kiss nor a sexual one: it was a kiss you shared with someone you really cared about. What better way to show it? Words couldn’t do the moment justice—you could never put into words how thankful you were for his company that night, for him taking your mind off of things, and for showing you something you saw every day in a new light.

Once you pulled away, neither one of you said a thing for a while. You continued to watch the cars moving below you as if the kiss was something that you didn’t even have to discuss. So, you didn’t. 

The second kiss happened when you took your daily walk by the river. Somehow, Jungkook seemed to enjoy these walks as much as you, so you went together every morning, as early as possible to avoid running into everyone. That time you packed some food and coffee as you two decided to sit under a tree, in the shade, and watch the river flow. 

You did exactly that, enjoying the peace and quiet, nibbling on your sandwich, enjoying your coffee, and the sight of Jungkook so immersed in nature, loving everything he saw right in front of him. A butterfly landed on his hand and he got as thrilled as a child would, which made your heart swell for some reason. 

He was a child at heart, you realized, and he had a good one. No matter what happened and how harshly you treated him, Jungkook was right there for you when you needed him, no questions asked. You were sure he’d much rather be surrounded by his friends or partying or doing whatever else, but he decided to spend time with you, sit by the river in silence, and enjoy nature.

“I really like spending time with you,” you decided to tell him an hour in, thinking he deserved to know.

“I’m happy about that.” Jungkook turned to face you with a grin. “It was my favorite part of last summer… Getting to spend time with you. Just staring at the stars, not worrying about anything else.”

“It was nice,” you said, nodding in agreement as your mind took you back to your pavilion. “And this is nice too.”

Jungkook reached out to rub your shoulder gently, and even that was enough to get you to feel warm all over, mostly because of the way his eyes looked at you like nothing else existed. That’s how you felt too—there was just the two of you, and nothing else mattered.

After a while, Jungkook lay down on the blanket and shifted his focus to the tree under which you were resting, enjoying the sounds of chirping birds and other animals hiding around the field. Not long after, you joined him, resting your head right next to his shoulder and enjoying his presence. 

“I wish we didn’t have to go back to our lives,” Jungkook said in a low tone, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it.

You understood exactly what he meant. If you two could live in this little fairytale of yours forever, you’d sign right then and there and never want for anything else. You had it all when you were with Jungkook—laughter, fun, feelings, love, joy. But, it couldn’t last, this time of peace. You both had work commitments, so the fact that he was wasting his time off to be with you meant a lot.

“Me too,” you responded, finding his palm to squeeze it reassuringly. “Thanks for being here.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Jungkook turned to face you. “This isn’t a favor. For me, this is a mutual decision to spend time together, not something I’m doing for you.”

“Still, thank you,” you told him, staring right into his eyes, noticing how lighter his face seemed this time around. Jungkook no longer looked worried and distressed. Instead, he seemed carefree. 

You propped yourself up on your elbow and placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat against it. It was weird of you to do that, but it felt normal with Jungkook—just the two of you, lying on a blanket in the middle of a field, your hand on his chest, staring right into each other’s eyes.

“Is this peace?” Jungkook asked, frowning for a second. “When people say they feel at peace, is that it?”

“I think so,” you nodded without having to stop to think about it. Why would you even think about this when you were sure of your feelings? “It sure feels like it.”

Jungkook placed his warm hand over yours and pressed it against his chest. “I’ve waited to feel it for what seems like forever.”

Your eyes watered at his confession, mostly because you knew it was true. It wasn’t just something he said to win you over or because he thought it sounded nice—Jungkook meant it. He was always restless, never fitting in, always doubting himself and his place in the world, which caused him so many problems. Jungkook seemed one of those people who could rarely feel peaceful, so hearing him say that he finally had, even if only for a little while, made you ecstatic for him.

“Me too.” You nodded, understanding him completely. Feeling at peace was feeling understood, in your book, and you’d never felt that way until you spoke to Jungkook and let him hear everything you were hiding from others. You sighed loudly, afraid of what was to follow. “I’m afraid of it ending.”

“Ending how?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and looked up at you, a smile still plastered across his face. 

“One of us has to leave eventually,” you stated the obvious, and it hurt a lot more than you expected it to. It was the truth, though, and there was no use in trying to pretend you could avoid it.

Jungkook looked at you for a while and, for a second, you could swear he looked hurt. “My mother… Just recently… We spoke about that. People leaving. Her leaving.”

“Oh,” you mouthed, feeling sorrow take over you. You knew how much it hurt to lose someone close, but never that close. She was the only family Jungkook had, someone who loved him unconditionally and always had his back, someone he could always come back to. Losing that would be really tough on him, you could tell.

“And she said this thing that really made me feel better,” Jungkook said, his eyes welling up with tears, but he fought them away. “You have to think of every experience, person, everything in your life as a gift. You get it from life. Not all gifts are nice. Some of them hurt you, some let you down, and some… traumatize you. But then again, there are some that are so good that they make everything else fade in comparison.”

You nodded, thinking about whether you could apply that to your life. His mother was a wise woman.

“And the thing is, you just have to understand and make peace with the fact that they’re all temporary. Some last longer than others, but they’re all here for a while. So, if you’ve received a bad gift, accept that you have to hold onto it for a while, but keep reminding yourself it’s temporary, whether it’s other people, an event, a feeling. If it’s a good one, like this, enjoy it but know that it’s also temporary. While that really sucks, it makes you appreciate the good ones a lot more. You don’t know how long you’ll have them, but you care about them even more knowing you might not get to have them much longer.”

“That’s a comforting way to think about things,” you told him with a sigh, realizing that his mother was right about it. The only thing you could do was enjoy the time you had with Jungkook while you had it. It was the same with everything else. The bad things that happened were just gifts you didn’t want to hold on to. Thankfully, most of them passed quickly, even if they left a scar or two. So would your sorrow, you were certain. It would just take time.

“But you don’t have to worry about me, this, us, being temporary. I told you I will be around whenever you want me to.” Jungkook smiled at you warmly, his expression softening. “Even if I’m on a different continent, you can just call. I might not be able to come see you, but...” he sighed, “even talking is something, right?”

Instead of responding, you cupped his cheek and rubbed it with your thumb, enjoying the way his skin felt under your fingers and the way he smiled when he felt you do that. “Yes, even that is something. With you.”

“You’ll make me blush…” Jungkook grinned so hard you couldn’t see his eyes for a second, and he seemed truly happy for the first time in a long time.

Maybe that’s why you felt it would be a good idea to lean in and kiss him, feel his mouth on yours, inhale his scent and enjoy being the one who controlled the kiss. Maybe that was why Jungkook just lay there and let you kiss him, enjoying the fleeting moments of happiness you stole from the rest of the world.

Not every day was a good day—not because of Jungkook, but because of everything that had happened. Even when you were having a hard time, he was able to make you feel better just by being there. Instead of trying to distract you from bad thoughts when you were crying, he hugged you and let you cry it out. You’d often fall asleep in his arms right after, exhausted from crying and feeling hollowness in your chest, and Jungkook would stay there with you, graze your back with his fingers, caress your hair, and hold you tight, so you’d have someone next to you when you woke up.

Other days were good, you’d even dare say. You’d spend time with Jungkook, do whatever you felt like doing, and just be around him, listen to him speak or sing, watch him make a fool out of himself to make you laugh. The days with him felt filled, even if you two didn’t have any plans. There were always things to talk about, things to try, things to go see and do. 

Nothing with Jungkook was boring, even if it was just plain sitting in the garden and staring at trees, which a lot of people would feel bored by. No, Jungkook made this activity of yours even more interesting just by being there when you needed him. You couldn’t even tell how many hours you’d spent together in the hammock, just swaying and enjoying the fact that you were there together. No words were necessary—you knew you both felt the same way.

You’d alienated yourself from your friends and manager, so you didn’t talk to anyone about a lot of things related to your friend, even if you wanted to. You felt that it might hurt too much to mention him, and it did. 

You’d tell Jungkook a funny story about him from back in the day and you’d end up crying, and Jungkook would be there for you. You’d show him some old photos and laugh about them, and the laughter would turn into tears when you’d realize the person in them was no longer there and you could never get any new memories with him. It was a hard thing to grasp and accept considering he was so young and he had his whole life ahead of him, but it was the truth that couldn’t be altered in any way.

One day, a friend of yours sent you a short video they made of all the pictures and videos they had of your friend, which made you cry all over again—it contained so many pictures you’d forgotten about, from birthday parties, New Year’s Eve celebrations, random parties you attended together, barbecues, and quiet hangouts. A video filled to the brim with memories and sadness, so much so that it made you burst in tears when you’d first seen it and then again when you showed it to Jungkook in your backyard while you two sat there in the shade in your rocking chairs. Jungkook thought the compilation was a great way to remember a friend.

“It really is,” you agreed once you were finally calm enough to speak. “I wish I could do something like this for him. I already know I should have done more while he was alive, but even now, I feel like I can’t do anything.”

“Maybe you don’t have that many pictures or videos or things like that, but you know what you’re great at?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow and looked at you. “Writing. That’s what you do for a living. Writing music, making music.”

You smiled, realizing Jungkook thought very highly of you. “I don’t know how I’d write about this.”

“Well, you don’t,” he explained again, grabbing the notebook you used for writing, which was sitting on the table in the garden. Jungkook had asked for it earlier and wanted to go through it so you could work on some music together, but the idea got lost along the way. “Tell me more about your friend.”

“He’s dead,” you said, admitting the cold, hard truth. “And that's hard to accept. He was a funny guy. Always knew how to make you laugh, even when you felt like shit. He had this weird sense of humor, but it was enough to make everyone laugh, even those he wasn’t close with. You know that feeling when you’re new in a group of people and they all have inside jokes and you feel left out? He was that one person who would always crack jokes and include you, even if he didn’t know you.”

Jungkook seemed to be scribbling things down as you spoke about your friend, so you kept on talking. You told him all about the time you guys went hiking and got lost, and about the time you drove a boat to a nearby island and ran out of fuel on the way back, and about all the times you guys spent together on a bench in the middle of nowhere, overlooking the ocean, talking about all the things you would do if you had enough money to do them. 

You spoke for what seemed like hours, tears streaming down your face at certain points, once or twice making you stop talking so you could sob instead, and Jungkook just sat there and scribbled stuff in your notebook, looking at you gently, nodding when you’d get stuck. 

You thought he was working on some songs, even though the song would suck based on the material you gave him, but he handed you a sort of an essay, which you found beautiful. It was an essay on your friend, and Jungkook managed to somehow bring all the things you told him into one coherent whole, into something that made sense. 

He added things that you didn’t tell him but felt—love, respect, admiration for your friend and his humor and the way he brightened everyone’s day, the way he looked out for people even if his life wasn’t that easy. It was beautiful to read. While it made you sad, it also celebrated your friend in a way.

Days with Jungkook were spent like that—talking about feelings, accepting them, getting over them. You tried not to drink in front of Jungkook, knowing he had to steer clear from drinks and drugs, even though you felt like wine would make you feel better. But, you’d be doing the same thing you gave him a hard time about. Drowning your feelings in alcohol wasn’t going to help you figure them out and deal with them. Spending time with Jungkook would. 

And then Jungkook got a call from Kijung, who informed him that Puddle of Love would be performing at a charity event in New York in two days time, which meant Jungkook had to go back home and get on a plane the next morning. 

Puddle of Love, including Jungkook, had to be there on time for the rehearsals for tomorrow’s concert. The fact that you had to be apart after spending almost a week together was terrible, and it felt even worse because it was on such short notice. But, you didn’t want to complain, fearing that it would make Jungkook feel guilty, which he wasn’t by any means. 

You both knew it would happen. It was inevitable with your lifestyles and occupations—one of you would have to leave. Jungkook managed to take your mind off of his departure during the day, so it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

After having dinner, you two went out in the garden and danced in circles for what seemed like forever, listening to the music and letting the rhythm take over you. You, for one, were thinking about how much you enjoyed being with him and how good it felt to have his body so close to yours. You weren’t thinking about sex at all, mostly because you focused on your friend a lot, and that kind of stopped you from thinking about your sexual needs, but when you danced so closely together, you felt Jungkook’s body pressed against yours, his big hands on your waist, and his deep eyes watching you intently, taking your features in. 

When it was time to bed, you both turned the bedside lights off with a heavy heart. It was maybe the last time you’d sleep next to each other. God knew when it would happen again, when you’d both be free, when the timing would be just right.

Jungkook pulled you in closer by wrapping his arm around your waist and he looked down at you, propped up on his elbow. He didn’t say a word, just took in your features, giving you a smile that told you he was hurt by it all too. You weren’t sure what to tell him. That you’d miss him? He knew that. Saying it out loud would have probably hurt even more, so you kept it for yourself.

Instead of saying anything, Jungkook cupped your cheek and started to trace the outlines of your face with his fingers. It was such a normal action, nothing sexual, but it felt like the most intimate moment you’ve ever shared with anyone, including him. The way Jungkook looked at you told you just how he felt about you—his brown eyes were glued to your face, inspecting every inch of it carefully, slowly, as if he was afraid of missing a thing. 

“You are like a bird on my palm,” Jungkook whispered, alluding to the song he wrote about you. Just hearing a reference to it was enough to get your heart to start beating faster, louder. You haven’t really thought about how special it was to have someone write a song for you, turn you into something eternal. People would listen to that songs for decades, and not know the story behind it—but did they have to? All that mattered was that you two knew.

You chuckled at the notion, though, because you felt nothing like it. Birds were free to do as they pleased.

“Don’t laugh, it’s true,” Jungkook kept his voice down and continued to caress your face after moving your hair away from it. There was a slight pout on his face, which just made him even more adorable.

“What do you mean by that?” aou asked, realizing you’d never asked him to explain any of the songs he wrote. Wasn’t that the magic of music—getting to assign meaning to it?

“Did a bird ever land on your hand?” He cocked an eyebrow up. “If it did, you’ll know that they’re very frightened. One wrong move, and they fly away and they might never come back to you because they’re afraid you’ll hurt them.”

Jungkook gave you a meaningful look, and you understood his reference. After all, you were the one who told him you were scared you’d end up getting hurt. And of course, who else was there to hurt you other than Jungkook? 

“But if you’re nice to the birds, have patience with them, let them know you really don’t want to do anything to them other than admire them, they stay,” he nodded at the end, his thumb brushing against your lips, making your stomach turn with excitement. You weren’t sure how he had that kind of an effect on you, but it was undeniably. You got goosebumps the second his thumb touched your lips. “But only if you take your time, don’t do anything stupid, and keep your palm open.”

Your eyes welled up with hot tears even though what Jungkook was saying wasn’t sad at all. In fact, it was something that should have made you happy—someone cared about you and thought about you that much. But, that was exactly why you felt like crying: someone cared about you in such a pure, innocent way. Despite everything that you thought about Jungkook in the last year, there was one thing that was true all along: he truly cared. He was always there for you, he had your back, and he tried to prove to you time and time again that he was just a phone call away. You were the one who refused to believe that, diminished his feelings, wanting to believe he couldn’t be serious about any of it. And yet, he was there with you.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Jungkook rubbed your cheek gently, watching a tear spill from your eye and down the side of your face, wiping it away. “Did I say something wrong?”

When you needed him the most, he didn’t give up on you. Instead, he kept contacting you until you went out to look for him, and he hadn’t stopped looking after you since, even though he could have been doing so many other, more interesting things. Jungkook could have given up on you every step of the way—wasn’t that what you did to him?

“No!” You sniffed and reached out to cup his face with both your hands. “You’re always so nice to me.”

“Why are you crying then?” Jungkook asked, scoffing when he saw you smile through the tears. 

“Your words mean a lot,” you admitted, which made Jungkook nod knowingly as if he understood exactly how you felt. You felt guilty because you’d never told him anything like that, you never told him you loved him or that you thought about him all the time, or how much you wanted to be with him. You kept these things inside while Jungkook took every chance he could to let you know he cared. “And I’m happy you’re here, even if it’s a temporary gift.”

Jungkook leaned in and pecked your forehead. The second you felt his warm breath on your face and his body so close to yours, you knew it would be okay. It was Jungkook—it had to work out, somehow.

“And I’m happy to be here.”

“Kiss me,” you asked, which he did without hesitation.

His lips didn’t crash into yours, it wasn’t fierce or needy like they always showed in movies. Instead, the kiss was slow, gentle, with your hands holding his face while his hand played with your hair, both of you trying to kiss each other as much as you could so you could hold onto the feeling even after Jungkook left. The third kiss lasted a while, so long you couldn’t even give an approximation.

By the end of it, Jungkook’s chest was pressed against yours, but his tongue still wasn’t in your mouth. There was nothing sexual about that kiss, but it showed you exactly how he felt, and you hoped it did the same for him. 

You fell asleep in Jungkook’s arms, hoping that the time you’d have to spend away wouldn’t be as long as the last time.

Two weeks prior, spending that much time with Jungkook could happen only in your dreams, so you needed to be thankful that you got that much time with him in the first place. That thought was what helped you get up in the morning and make breakfast for the two of you. It helped you get through that breakfast and walk Jungkook to the door.

It was early, but he had to go to their house to get some stuff and hop on the plane with Puddle of Love. Jungkook was reluctant to leave and asked you over and over again if you were sure you were okay with him leaving.

“I can tell them I’m not doing well,” he suggested as he waited for his driver to come pick him up. You stood side by side, watching the road, waiting for the car to appear. Kijung thought it would be the best way of getting back as opposed to you driving him back home and risking the media having another field day with rumors about you two. The charity concert couldn’t be overshadowed by Jungkook’s personal life, yet again. “I’m fresh out of rehab, they should understand.”

“Jungkook…” You patted his shoulder as if he was the one who needed consolation, but you wanted to assure him you’d be fine. “You’re not going to lie for me. You have to do your job and show up for the band. I’ll be good.”

“Can I call you and stuff?” He looked to the side to face you, just to find you already looking at him. Was he really asking this? You clearly weren’t as good at expressing your emotions as you thought.

“Of course you can,” you said, which instantly made Jungkook smile, something he couldn’t hide even if he tried. “I’d love to hear from you, and I’d love to know when you get back.”

“You would?” Jungkook seemed surprised as if he thought you would just let him leave and never talk to him again after that. 

Everything that had happened managed to change your mind about the whole thing. It was time for you to start living the life you wanted instead of waiting for the time to be right. Why should you waste your feelings and the time you could spend with Jungkook, waiting for both of you to be in this magical “better place”? This was something that you couldn’t count on, and that was something that life taught you the hard way.

“I would,” you admitted, unable to control your smile either. “The whole not talking to each other, staying away idea? It was stupid, you were right about that. This feels a lot nicer.”

“More peaceful,” Jungkook said, now grinning. “I’m glad you feel that way. I’ll let you know once I get there.”

“Please do,” you nodded, noticing his driver pulled up. That’s when him leaving became a real thing. “I had a great time with you. Thank you for that, and everything else.”

“Thank you,” he leaned in for a hug and held you for a couple of seconds, long enough for you to want to stay in his arms forever and ask him not to leave. “For giving me a second chance, as a friend, or whatever we are. I appreciate it.”

“Always.” The word sounded so simple, but it held a lot of meaning for both of you. Jungkook nodded and gulped, and you knew he had to leave.

“Good luck with everything… Stay away from the things you should be staying away from.” He’d be going somewhere to perform, and you knew backstage was always full of drugs and alcohol. Even if no one close to the bands brought these things in, one of the “guests” would. The temptation would be serious, and you didn’t want to see him fail again—not because of you, but because it would crush Jungkook.

“Like mayors’ wives?” he joked and tongued his cheek before you both laughed, remembering the incident that practically started the whole thing between you.

“Oh, that too,” you said, announcing your intentions for the first time, even if not openly. If you were going to do any of it with him, you wanted it to be just the two of you. You wouldn’t compete with random strangers and one-night stands, and you weren’t planning on doing it, not even for him. But, you had a feeling he understood that. 

“Don’t worry, I’m staying away from drugs, alcohol, and women,” Jungkook promised, leaning in to peck your cheek softly. “Except you.”

With that, Jungkook had to leave, even though you wanted to hug him for another hour or two, just to get it out of your system. It was sad, you had to admit. But, it wasn’t as devastating as you thought because you were finally at peace with whatever you guys had.

Jungkook wasn’t a bad guy and he wasn’t out to hurt you, just like you weren’t out to hurt him. You both wanted to try and be there for each other, and why not? What was the worst that could happen? You could disappoint one another, but that was something you could live with. Temporary gifts and all that.

Jungkook made good on his promise of letting you know when they landed there late that night, and you exchanged a couple of texts but didn’t talk a lot. He was tired and busy, and you wanted him to rest before the show tomorrow. Besides, he hadn’t spent any time with his bandmates because of you, and you didn’t want to keep him away from his friends longer than you already had.

Jungkook texted you the next morning as well, wishing you a good day and telling you to let Andre and your friends know you’re okay. You chuckled when you read the text because he knew you too well. You still hadn’t talked to anyone, other than him, and it was time you did that. 

Jungkook: you call andre and let him know you’re alright, okay? he’s worried

Jungkook was right, you had to get back to reality and talk to people and go on with your life. 

Andre came over that day, and you two took a walk by the river where you explained to him why you were seen with Jungkook again. It seemed that the rough period had changed Andre as well since he didn’t sound as opposed to you spending time with Jungkook as you expected. 

His main focus was your mental and physical health, it seemed, and the second point he cared about was your image in the media. Apparently, that new image of you and Jungkook was everywhere,and there were theories of you getting back together after he went to rehab. 

Some went as far as to say that you had blackmailed him into going to rehab, giving him an ultimatum of doing that or losing you, which wasn’t like you at all. You wondered how these people lived with themselves, knowing that they made up stories about people for living, seemingly not caring what kind of damage these stories caused. 

Andre suggested going public with your pseudonym that you used on their new album, so you had proof that you two worked on songs together, which would also explain the picture of you two in the hospital a bit better. He wanted to publish a statement that would explain that your relationship was professional and that the products of this relationship could be heard on your last albums and possibly, future ones. Those who wanted to believe it would, those who didn’t wouldn’t never believe it anyway.

“Fine by me,” you told him, not really caring about it. If it were up to you, you’d let them speculate forever, but it was Andre’s job to keep your image squeaky clean, and some sort of a love affair with a man who’d just got out of rehab wasn’t working out well for him. “You and Kijung can decide on that. I honestly can’t get myself to care about these rumors.”

“I can tell, but I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad sign,” he noted, letting you think about it. “Because of this terrible thing with your friend, maybe you’ve just stopped caring about things. It put a lot of things in perspective for you, made you realize what’s important, but sooner or later, you’ll go back to caring about your career, and I wouldn’t want you to come back to a mess.”

“If someone’s going to hate me because I’m seen with Jungkook, I don’t care about their opinion.” You shot Andre a glance, to make sure he took you seriously. “You’re right, I am thinking about things differently now, but what I know is that Jungkook has helped a lot even though he didn’t have to. You know I walked out on him at the hospital and we didn’t talk to each other for a while, while he was acting the way he did. I could have reached out, but I didn’t, which means I wasn’t there for him. He was there for me, he still is. So, I really don’t care about people who have a problem with us spending time together.”

“And it should be that way.” Andre’s agreement with you surprised you. He wasn’t usually the one to support you in making decisions like that one. “If someone’s good for you and they make you feel better, then you have to keep them around. If your fans hate that, are they really there for you? Or just for this fake image you put on?”

“Exactly,” you agreed, happy that you were seeing eye to eye on this thing. “Jungkook isn’t as bad as you think, you know.”

“I know,” Andre agreed, though reluctantly. You couldn’t hide your surprise and he noticed that on your face immediately. “I don’t think he’s the best influence, but… I do think you work well together, and I’m not blind or stupid, I see that being around him helps you deal with things. He’s been to rehab, and Kijung said the people at the center were happy with his progress, which means he's working on his issues. Other than the drug use, he’s a good kid, and it’s clear to us he cares about you. He stood up to the company for you, to save your reputation, even though he could have just shrugged it off. So, I have to give him credit for that. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you nodded, still processing his opinion on Jungkook. You were glad he was seeing the side of his that most people never got to see. 

“Are you two together?” He stopped walking, looked at you, and then quickly continued. “It’s none of my business, of course, as a manager. I’m asking as a friend.”

“I don’t know,” you said, chuckling at how ridiculous your statement must have seemed to him. “I’m not lying, I swear, it’s just… A strange situation. We’re acting like friends, he’s helped me out a lot, and we have a great time together, but I don’t know where we stand. We haven't discussed that yet. He thinks it’s better to leave that conversation for another time when I feel better.”

“That sounds smart. I do think you’re still hurt and upset over your friend and you need time to process that. After that, you can think of things that could affect you in the long run, and I don’t mean your career or anything like that. I mean you getting attached to him, getting involved in something when you both have crazy schedules and are artists, and all that.” Andre patted your back with a sigh. “It must suck for you guys.”

“It does, but then again, it doesn’t suck that much,” you said, realizing that you now had a chance to discuss this with someone who knew you well, and who knew exactly where you stood in your career and how tough it got from time to time. “It’s a job that takes a lot of time and energy, that’s true, but it also allows me to travel wherever I want. I got to spend the whole week with Jungkook. I’m sure I’ll get to do it again sometime. Maybe not the whole week, but we can find time for it because we can afford to travel to a different state over the weekend, and not many people can, so it’s a good thing. The lack of privacy is the worst part of it, but even that can be handled.”

“I like the positivity, it looks good on you,” Andre chuckled, “and you’re right, there are a lot of benefits to it. I hope the statement from the company will turn the conversation about the two of you in a different direction.”

“Me too, but even if it doesn’t, don’t worry about it too much,” you advised, patting him on the shoulder. “I’m good. Now that I’m talking to Jungkook, I feel a lot better about that, actually.”

“His company is good for you, even though I never thought I’d have to admit this.”

Since Andre had such a positive reaction to your news about your rekindled friendship with Jungkook, you felt like nothing was standing in your way, and you thought about you two a lot. 

You watched their guest performance on the late-night show live and thought Jungkook looked really great and handled the questions about rehab exceptionally well. Of course, Kijung had probably prepared him and told him what to say, but you were sure there were a lot of his words there too.

The host asked him about you, which had the potential of making things awkward, but it didn’t.

“And what exactly do you want to know?” Jungkook asked right back with a smile on his face. He didn't let it phase him, not one bit. 

“You were seen together twice and, while we all know that being seen together doesn’t mean anything, we can’t help but wonder if there’s something more there!” The host grinned, looking at Jungkook and then at the camera suggestively, while the audience cheered. 

“Is being seen together such a strange thing?” Jungkook looked confused, and his members supported him with this by nodding. “Dawn is a great artist, we’ve heard her perform many times, we performed at the same events even. We worked on some things together, she’s a really cool person, and that’s that.”

“Just earlier, Dawn’s company issued a statement, claiming that Dawn actually helped you guys with the last album, which was something the public didn’t know,” the host explained and looked at Jungkook questioningly. “Maybe people are confused since it was kept private.”

“Probably!” Jungkook leaned back into the chair and smiled. “The companies thought people would react to seeing her with any of us exactly how they did, so they wanted to avoid it. Since people saw me and Dawn together and had a lot to say about it, the cat’s already out of the bag, so they just explained the situation.”

“We spent some time working on music with her, but she and Jungkook mostly wrote together,” Jimin added, smiling at the host. “The two of them have similar writing styles, so they work well together, the songs they wrote are hits on both albums. Maybe people are reading too much into it, but hey, a story’s a story, right?”

You were happy that someone had his back and spoke up for Jungkook, instead of letting him take the heat on his own, even though nobody was attacking him in this case. They were just being too nosy.

“You’re absolutely right,” the host agreed with Jimin. “People see something and run along with it, without fact-checking, which is why I wanted to ask. Ever since we confirmed that Puddle of Love would be joining us in the studio, we’ve been receiving questions about it from people who wanted to find out the truth, especially because of Jungkook’s recent medical problems.”

“Maybe now’s not the right time to discuss this,” Namjoon interfered, glancing at Jungkook as if he was trying to protect him—it seemed like that part of the interview wasn’t exactly scripted.

“No, don’t worry…” Jungkook grinned at Namjoon and then looked back at the host. “I am doing better than ever, trust me, so there is no reason to worry. There is also no reason to attack Dawn or any other female that is seen in our company. It makes people feel uncomfortable and it brings tension into things. Thank you.”

You thought Jungkook did well, and he performed even better—his voice didn’t give out, he was trying not to scream out the words, even though that brought even more emotion out of him, and he didn’t seem drunk or high, but none of them did. They were live on national TV, there was no room for error, and they didn’t make any. 

As soon as they got back to the hotel, Jungkook called you to let you know he’d have to stay there for a week or two, depending on what else Kijung had planned for them. “I didn’t know about it, he’s now saying we’re shooting some videos for different YouTube news channels, playing some games, and stuff like that. Next week, there’s a podcast we need to be on, and I’m not sure exactly when we’ll be back.”

“That’s okay, don’t worry about it!” You hoped that would be enough for him to stop worrying about this so much. “You’ll be here when you can. I watched you live, you were great!”

“Really?” You weren’t sure if Jungkook was surprised you’d watched them or that you thought he sounded great. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I did, I thought the interview was a lot of fun, but the performance blew me away. You sounded great, in control of your voice completely, calmed down somehow,” you complimented him, hoping he knew you meant it.

“Thanks, really,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s good to hear. I’m sorry if our mentioning you made you awkward or something, I wasn’t sure what I was allowed to say. If it were up to me, I’d tell him I’m crazy about you and that they can all go to hell, but what can you do?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Even though it was said in a joking manner, you could feel your cheeks blushing because you knew Jungkook meant it. You were sure he’d say something like that if it were okay with you, but you weren’t sure where you two stood yet. “It didn’t make me feel bad at all. I think you explained it well. The people who don’t want to believe it won’t believe it anyway, so there’s no point in worrying.”

“You sound a lot laxer than before. Are you sure you’re okay?” He joked again, but you could tell a part of him was serious.

“Of course. I saw Andre today, so I feel a bit better. I thought he’d be upset over us being seen together and all that, but he wasn’t, so I feel good about that,” you admitted, even though Jungkook was also a reason for your good mood that day. “And it’s nice to talk to you.”

“You too,” he admitted right away, without skipping a beat. “I’m sorry I won’t be back soon, but I know you’ll be fine either way.”

“We’ll see each other when you’re back,” you told him, hoping you would.

Puddle of Love had to stay in New York for sixteen days. The days you’d spent without Jungkook were long, boring days, days during which you were stuck at home with your own thoughts, and you tried to keep yourself occupied. You didn’t want to go back to volunteering or doing any activity that included other people, not until you actually felt better. 

Some days were harder than others, but you kept yourself busy with writing, playing music, learning how to cook, cleaning, working in the garden, basically doing everything you could do on your own to stop yourself from thinking. 

Jungkook called you as soon as he found out that they’d have to stay there for two more weeks, but you told him he shouldn’t worry, again. It seemed like he felt that he was letting you down whenever he had to postpone coming to see you, but it wasn’t a problem. It was easier to wait when you knew that he’d be coming back. 

Time was slowly, but surely passing, and you felt relief when you noticed that there were only 7 days left. Seven. You’d gone on for months without talking to him, you could go on for another seven days without seeing him.

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summary: in which you come home drunk and jungkook is confused the entire time.

> jungkook x f!reader

> fluff, slightly suggestive / wc: 2.1k

> warnings: infidelity but not involving our couple obv (this is jus rly funny nd stupid but ive had so much alcohol since the holidays so i have to)

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“jungkook!” you cry out, clawing at his shirt before throwing your arms around his torso. jungkook catches your weight and holds you against his body securely, looking at your friend standing at your doorstep with his confused doe eyes.

she scratches the back of her head. “she drank vodka like water as if she also got cheated on and they cursed at the guy for hours then turned on the karaoke. she cried along when ah-young cried while singing all i ask by adele.”

“and she hasn’t stopped since?” your boyfriend adjusts the way he’s carrying you, freeing his other arm to stroke your tear stained face. you sniffle loudly and nuzzle against the comfort of his embrace, whining out garbled words he can’t understand.

“yeah. i had to tear her away from sleeping ah-young ‘cause she was so noisy. you know she still has to do her night time routine and all that no matter how drunk she is or else she gets grumpy about it in the morning, so i took her home.”

he nods his head understandingly, giving your friend an apologetic smile. “she must’ve given you a hard time.”

she shakes her head, chuckling lightly. “i’m guessing you’ve never seen her this drunk? goodluck!”

and with that, she walks away to leave the apartment complex and jungkook is left sitting on the couch with a drunk girlfriend crying on his chest.

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summary: in which you come home tipsy and jungkook is upset.

> fluff, angst / wc: 3k

> warnings: well we have alcohol of course

note: we already got happy drunk, now let’s get to the sad drunk :P

this is like a prologue to this drabble ^^

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you stumble into your doorstep with a shaky vision and exhausted knees, slotting your key into the doorknob only to realize that the door is already open.

“i’m sure i locked it though?” you mutter to yourself quietly, shaking your head in a frail attempt to refresh your memories from two hours ago. but the two bottles of peach soju you drank and the bitter tears you shed have clouded all of your senses, and no images prior from before appear in your mind.

you just decide to brush it off, entering your apartment and making sure to double lock the door this time around. you take off your shoes and leave it on the doormat, too tired and tipsy to place it back on the shoe rack.

you enter the living room to see the last person you would’ve expected to come this late at night, and you tumble backwards in surprise.

“god, baby, where the fuck have you been?” jungkook exclaims in distress, quickly rushing over to you from the couch.

“why are you here?” you ask, dumbfounded as he pulls you in for a bone crushing hug. your arms remain on your sides, too lost and dazed to do anything but to stay rooted at your spot on the wooden floor.

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Inked

Summary: You were just going for a tattoo, or so you thought. Turns out the hot guy you’ve been speaking to for weeks is incredibly turned on by the placement of your tattoo, and, well, you can’t let him have all the fun.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: PWP; smut.

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), Jungkook calls reader pet names (baby, good girl etc.), safe sex, penetrative sex.

Authors Note: This came from a drabble request (you can read the original here though it’s literally just the start of this). A part two was requested – several times – but it’s taken me a hot minute to post. I sat on it, unsure what to write next, then actually wrote it and wasn’t 100% about it, then came back to it and thought whatever I may as well put it out into the world. So here it is, I hope you enjoy :)

“It’s not going to hurt.”

“Promise?”

Jungkook laughs, his eyes looking fond as you stare up at him.

“I promise,” he smiles. “You can hold my hand, if you want.”

You frown, Jungkook laughs again. You can’t tell if he’s taking the piss or not.

“Won’t that impede your skills?”

“My skills, huh?”

You flush even though you don’t know why. It’s not really an inuendo and of course you think his tattooing skills are amazing. You’ve been talking for a few weeks over messages now. You found his work on Instagram and messaged him almost immediately about getting some of his art on your body. This is the first time you’ve met, the day of your tattoo. It’s your first one, and though it’s only small, you’re still nervous. Excited, but nervous.

“It’ll be good,” he reassures you. “I promise.”

“I know,” you force a smile. “I’m just being a wimp.”

“You’re not,” he says flatly but firmly. “A lot of people get worried. But it’ll be fine.”

You nod. You trust him, you realise. A few, albeit long, chats online and you already know you’re in safe hands.

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Consumed pt.1⋆ jjk

⊹ Pairing: f reader x Jungkook x Jimin 3.1K ⊹ Genre: Vampire!junkook, Vampire!jimin, Yandere themes ⊹ Synopsis: Fed up with the every day monotony as a creature of the night, Jungkook finds a new obsession, one that he can share with no one.  ⊹ Warnings: mentions of blood, drinking of blood, mentions of a alcoholic parents, kidnapping, obsessive signs, future yandere, lying,future smut. Read at your on risk. ⊹ A/N: Thanks to my beta readers @flowingwiththewater and @killerharleyjaderose. Also a big thanks to my wifey @httpjibooty​ (she’s the talented one behind the red eyes and helping my untalented self make a banner) <3

pt.1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt.4 - pt. 5 - pt. 6 - pt.7 - Final

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“This wine has no flavor anymore.” Jungkook huffs before tossing his glass into the fire nearby. From where he sat he felt sick to his stomach watching Jimin seducing not one, but two innocent females. It was a game Jimin was a master at, and for some reason he pitied the humans. They knew what they were in for when they looked into Jimin’s eyes; curiosity getting  the better of them. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown – the danger that lured them in. Jungkook didn’t care, he was sick of it all. It had been one too many centuries of the same boring routine and he was done with it.

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