Please That Scene With Tae And Her Mum?

Please that scene with Tae and her Mum? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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Stuck with you

Summary: It’s the first Christmas since your dad passed away. You, your mum and sister are going to his favourite place to do his favourite thing, skiing. And yet you’re not there. Stuck. Stranded. Trapped. In seemingly the single hottest place in the world. Your transfer flight cancelled so you’re now stuck between home and your family. A snowstorm that causes all flights to be cancelled, heat that just seems wrong at Christmas, your sister crying and shouting down the phone at you, and to top it off, the most annoying man in the world who’s in the same position as you and seems to think you’re friends because of that fact. Merry Christmas to you.

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers; smut; angst; fluff; Christmas fic!

Word count: 29.6k

Warnings: First Christmas since fathers’ death, a lot of emotions off the back of this fact, sisterly bickering, family disputes, anxiety, sadness, crying, not going to lie this gets very sad in places so if this is a triggering subject please do not read, probably really inaccurate knowledge/description of stuff (e.g. the storm, fishing and places – note that I talk about skiing in Chamonix but flying to Geneva, that’s because to get to Chamonix you have to fly into Geneva, probably obvious but just in case), there’s fishing but no fish are injured/killed, explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), fingering, safe penetrative sex, misunderstanding, some more sadness, but it’s still soft and ultimately happy.

Authors Note: Whoops I’ve done it again, a fic that I thought would be 15-20k and yet here she is, another beast. It’s a heavy topic for Christmas, but I promise it is soft and nice in places. Please, please, pleeease check the warnings before reading this as I can understand why it would be a triggering topic, otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

CANCELLED.

The word written in big bold red letters as if to further rub in the point. But there has to be a mistake, because that can’t be right.

You read it again. Check the destination name. Carefully look across to see the time of take-off. But there is no time there, just that stupid, horrible word. Cancelled.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a feminine voice sounds out overhead, your eyes are still firmly fixed on the sign above you. “We regret to inform passengers on the 14:55 flight BA0288 to Geneva that due to unforeseen bad weather the flight has been cancelled. Please can passengers of the 14:55 flight BA0288 to Geneva go to the boarding desk for further information.”

The voice continues to repeat the information while bodies start to shift around you, grumblings following them. But all you can look at is that one word. Cancelled.

You still refuse to believe it’s true. There must have been a mistake somewhere. Someone must have mixed up the flight numbers. Or maybe this is an elaborate prank, something someone thinks is funny. Because your flight can’t be cancelled. It can’t. You’re supposed to be on your way to the snowy peaks, not stuck in the airport of your connecting flight.

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the likelihood of being on your mind

summary: you don’t think about jeon jungkook that often, but when you do, it’s always followed by feelings of antipathy. and really, why think of him when you could be thinking about soccer captain, kim seokjin instead? you have your heart set on seokjin. there is nothing you want more than to make him yours. but of course, jungkook has to throw a wrench in it. 

genre: fluff; a little angst but like, not really; childhood friends/neighbours to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, college au

warnings: arguments, a small physical altercation, degrading names, mentions of parental separation / divorce

word count: 18.2k

author’s note: this fic was changed several times because i just could not decide what direction i wanted to take it. it’s the longest thing i’ve written on here as of yet but i hope it doesn’t drag. please enjoy it a lot! likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated, thank so you so much! sidenote: some readers may not find the oc/jungkook and/or their actions ‘agreeable.’ they are meant to frustrate you, annoy you, aggravate you. i think characters which pull these sort of feelings from you, as well as love, kindness, and change, are important in story-telling. happy reading~! :] 

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Superior writing advice:

Make your characters FREAKS. Make them DERANGED. Make people think ‘surely this one guy towards the back is normal’ only to reveal FUCK NO. The guy in the back exclusively collects clown paintings (paintings done by professional clowns) and has an irrational hatred of second floors.

This is so heartbreakingly lovely

Puddle of Love ‖ five

You find it hard to accept that Jungkook is leaving, so you act out.

⤑ word count: 8.5k ⤑ genre: (a whole lot of) angst, mature topics, friends to lovers, rockstar!au, mentions of terminal illness ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ playlist

» Puddle of Love (rocker!jk) – one | two | three | four | five

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” Jungkook said over breakfast a couple of days later, matter-of-factly. He must have noticed how surprised you were because he was exceptionally quick to explain. You two were having breakfast together and Kijung was sitting in the living room, a couple of feet away from you, on his phone with someone, but still too close for any kind of private conversation. “Kijung found a gig for us in Russia, to save face. We’ll be doing that, then going home, wrapping the album up, and starting to promote it. Just found out earlier over text.”

It felt like your heart fell down your ribcage like something shoved it down there with all the feelings you had for the brown-eyed guy who looked at you like he was worried you were about to start crying. “Oh? Really?” You cleared your throat and took a sip of your orange juice, looking straight into his eyes, determined not to seem bitter or hurt. The other night was embarrassing enough as it was, there was no need to add more to it. “Uh… Good for you. I hope, uh, Russia will be better this time.”

The silence was awkward now, which was a first with you two, but there were so many things you wanted to say, but couldn’t, not because of Kijung’s presence, but because of Jungkook’s. Ever since the kiss, it wasn’t as easy for you to interact, or maybe it was just you—you always thought about kissing him whenever he was around. You’d never say that out loud, of course, but the thoughts were there and they were getting hard to ignore.

Maybe that’s why Jungkook’s words felt like both a blessing and a curse.

“I made a promise I’ll be better,” Jungkook nodded as if he was saying he’d promised that to you, when in fact, it was something he was supposed to promise to himself if he wanted to keep the job. “And I’ll try not to disappoint.”

“You do that,” you said, faking a smile and hoping he didn’t read you like he usually did. Clearly, nothing deeper could be said around Kijung, and that suited you.

You weren’t sure you wanted Jungkook to say anything more. What was there to be said?

You couldn’t focus on anything after that, not the conversation with the rest of the band members who joined you later, not Andre’s concerned looks when he walked into the kitchen and found you and Jungkook sitting there in silence, your breakfasts long turned cold.

The day was probably the worst you’d ever had, just because of the terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach, a feeling that made you think you’d lost it all.

It was ridiculous, though. First of all, you had nothing to begin with, so there was nothing to lose. Also, neither one of you was going away forever. You were both single adults, you could talk and see each other whenever circumstances permitted if you decided to do so, but a little voice inside your head told you Jungkook wouldn’t want that. Not for real.

Maybe for a week or two, maybe even more, but as soon as he got a taste of his old life, he’d want it back. He would use drugs again when he felt bad, you knew it, and you’d suffer knowing he was doing that to himself and those around him. Besides, there were so many other women dying to be with him. Sooner or later, he’d show some interest in them. He was a guy, after all, and when, if not now?

Unsure of what to tell him or how to say goodbye, you avoided Jungkook for the rest of the day. Instead of talking to any Puddle of Love members, you went to the other side of the island and conveniently forgot your phone at the villa. It was a stupid and immature move—you were wasting the one day you had around Jungkook because you were hurt, but you couldn’t help it.

What could you say to him? That you’d miss him? That you’d feel alone? None of it would help the situation. It would only make it harder for both of you, and there was no need for that.

Once you got back from the beach, you found the guys having a barbecue in the garden, sipping down on beers while playing some oldies. You avoided Jungkook’s gaze unsuccessfully and told them you wanted to take a shower first, but they convinced you to stay and have a grab to eat before heading to bed.

You couldn’t say no, not when every one of them asked you to stay, including Kijung, who praised you for your work on their album. You were credited under a pseudonym, like many times before for different artists Andre thought wouldn’t suit your image well. It was difficult for your audience to connect you and your image to lyrics about sex and love, affairs, reckless fun, so the pseudonym worked for you. The lyrics you wrote with Jungkook, though, were mostly about what you felt for him and, though good for your image, they weren’t good for you.

You didn’t want people to bring you two up in the same sentence, you didn’t want to be asked about him, about working with him, because you knew you couldn’t hide what you were feeling in front of people. You weren’t able to mention his name without your lips quivering into a smile and the last thing you wanted was his hoards of fans attacking you for even thinking you had a chance with him. Jungkook was the cool, cold guy every girl wanted and any girl could have, but not someone like you. You could already imagine the field day his fans would have if they even sensed you liked him, let alone what you actually felt for him.

You stayed with Puddle of Love for a while, trying to avoid Jungkook’s looks, but failing, and things were hanging in the air between you. You were sure others noticed because you’d stop laughing or talking when your gazes met and it definitely seemed strange, to say the least.

You’d talk around each other at first and not to each other, so things seemed tense. Then, Jungkook asked you about your day and you just told him it was fine, not wanting to go into detail. It happened once again later on when he asked you if you were feeling well, which was a total joke and he knew it.

Once you couldn’t handle being next to Jungkook, you told the guys you were just too tired and that you’d get up early to say bye to them tomorrow, hoping they would accept it, which they did since they were now at least five beers in and were a bit more forgiving. Of course, everyone took it well except Jungkook, who followed you upstairs a couple of minutes later, knocking harshly on your bedroom door.

When you opened the door, you just stared at each other and you thought to yourself that if he made a move, you’d go with the flow. If he was there to sleep with you, you’d give in and let him have you.

Sex was the only thing you two hadn’t done anyway—you’d revealed everything to each other during the summer. Jungkook knew you better than most people did, and you were sure he felt the same way.

But Jungkook wasn’t there to make a move you didn’t want, surprisingly. He sighed and looked around for a while, unsure of what to say, and you understood exactly how he felt.

What was there to say? So much, but not enough.

“Can I… Uh, can you… Can we, can I sleep next to you tonight?” Jungkook gulped at the end of the question, more nervous than you’d ever seen him before. Was this his way of trying to get into your pants? It didn’t seem like it.

“Uh… What?” You asked, breaking the tension by chuckling out of relief. “That was the last thing I thought you’d ask.”

Jungkook nodded knowingly and flashed you a grin. “There are so many things I could ask, but this one… It means something.”

“I want to take a shower before going to bed,” you explained, buying yourself some time to think about his offer. “So you can come back later.”

“I’ll go do the same,” he said and walked to his room, leaving you to think about his intentions, which proved completely platonic once he came over to your room half an hour later, shirtless in pajama pants, barefoot, hair ruffled, the ends of it still damp, as if he hadn’t already been attractive enough.

Not a lot of words were exchanged when you let him walk inside your room and climb into your bed, the warmth of the shower still lingering on his skin. You were wearing a nightgown after deciding that sleeping in underwear and a shirt wouldn’t be a good idea next to Jungkook. The idea of him rutting against you in bed suddenly shot through your mind and sent shivers down your spine, but you tried to push it away, especially after realizing he wasn’t there for sex.

The lights were out and, if you listened closely, you could hear his friends singing in the distance, but that seemed like some world far away. But, when you looked at Jungkook, it seemed like nothing else existed, which sounded almost as pathetic as it actually was.

You climbed in the bed next to Jungkook and lay down on your back, both of you staring at the ceiling like you’d usually stare at the stars. You could hear his quiet breathing, and you knew he was thinking about a lot but wasn’t able to pour those worries into words, much like yourself.

“Do yo—” Jungkook started at the same time you were going to ask him how he was feeling, so you both chuckled and then glanced at each other. “You first.”

“Are you doing okay?” You asked, realizing just how childish you were acting.

Yes, Jungkook was leaving and you’d probably cry all day tomorrow once he leaves, but that was no reason to ignore him or avoid talking to him. He was still the same Jungkook who held your hand, the same Jungkook you kissed at that party and, if you were being honest with yourself, never wanted to let go.

Why were you acting so mean to Jungkook when he’s done nothing to you? It wasn’t Jungkook’s fault he had to go.

Jungkook huffed loudly and thought about it for a second. “Yes, but not at all. You know?”

You agreed, feeling the exact same way. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what you were feeling, and wasn’t that normal in this situation? It wasn’t like you’d ever been in a similar situation before and you doubted that anyone has. “Is that why you’re here?”

“Yes! I wanted to spend the night with you. The other night, the kiss…” Jungkook sighed, and his voice gave off his nervousness. “It was different than any I’ve had, and I know it doesn’t mean a lot coming from me. That’s why I’m here. Having sex with me isn’t exactly… special, let’s say, and I don’t want you to feel used in any way, and we discussed it and you don’t want that, and I’m more than fine with it,” he rambled and then scoffed at himself for doing that, but you wanted to hear more. “Sleeping next to someone, that’s something I’ve never done, so I thought it might be... “

“Special?” You continued his thought, realizing Jungkook wasn’t going to finish it because he felt like what he was saying was stupid, you could tell by the way his brows furrowed over his eyes. “That’s sweet. I like that.”

“I know you said you don’t want me to say… stuff but I’m leaving tomorrow and I don’t want to leave without talking to you,” Jungkook seemed determined now, still staring at the ceiling, clenching his jaw as he waited for you to say something or stop him from talking about it, but you didn’t feel like it. “I’m hard to trust, I fuck up a lot, true. But I’ve also never been in this situation before, and you know it. I’d like to give this a shot, somehow.”

You thought about it for a while, in complete silence, as your eyes wandered around, but never landed on Jungkook, who was focused on your face, waiting for you to say something, anything. Could this ever work?

Your feelings were getting in the way of your clear thinking—there was no way dating a rockstar was ever a good idea. Their lifestyle just made it impossible. That’s how you’ve always felt! Why change that opinion now for a man you knew for a couple of months?

Besides, Jungkook had problems. You’ve had your own problems, too, but his could end up hurting you both.

With a heavy heart, you decided to do what’s right, even though it felt terrible to even think it, let alone say it. “Jungkook, I appreciate the offer, but I can't say yes,” you sighed after saying it, feeling like you’ve just ruined it for both of you.

“Because I use from time to time?” He asked, exhaling deeply, and you felt the need to rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat, to make sure he was really there.

However, you didn’t do that. Why turn someone down and then give them mixed signals? It would be cruel, even though it would comfort you.

“Yes,” you said, feeling your voice falter. “Because addicts can't be trusted.”

Jungkook didn’t like the sound of that, you could tell by his scoff. “I'm not an addict.”

“You're right, I’m sorry,” you took it back, realizing that you were too close to him now to talk that way to him, about him, to even think it. You knew him too well for that and even though it was easier to let him go thinking he was an addict, it wasn’t true, and you both knew it. “You’re not that, but you use. You rely on alcohol, weed, or drugs to get you through stuff when you feel down and that means I can't rely on you.”

“I'm asking you to give me a chance, not marry me,” Jungkook spat the words out, letting you see him at least a tiny bit angry for once. He wasn’t angry with you, you knew that, and so did he—his long sigh would have told you even if he hadn’t shaken his head right after and grabbed your hand. “Sorry. I do think you're something special, and I like being with you.”

“I can't do that to myself,” you responded instantly, even though the touch of his hand was making it so hard to think about anything other than feeling him close. “What do I get out of it? I’d be one out of hundreds, and I’d be let down.”

You looked up to avoid tearing up, but you failed. Luckily, Jungkook was too busy staring at the ceiling and trying to come up with something to say to notice. It was either that, or he was too kind to say anything.

“I'll show you a good time. I care about you. Maybe this all happened because we're stuck here but before you think that I’m saying all this because you were my only option here, please remember that I can call whoever I want and ask them to visit. So it's not like you're all I have,” Jungkook cleared his throat, now turning his head to the side to face you, leaving you no choice but to look into his eyes too. “The thing is, you're all I think about. This whole writing process made us get to know each other and I've shared stuff with you that I've never shared with anyone. Trust me when I say this and I know it sounds insane, I feel closer to you than anyone I've slept with or hung out with. Isn't that crazy? Not touching someone and feeling like you know them intimately? Dying to be close to them? I’m just holding your hand and I feel like I’m about to explode.”

You smiled at Jungkook even though you felt sad and your expression gave it away. He frowned too and squeezed your hand twice. It felt amazing to be that close to him, to have someone that interesting to talk to, someone who understood. Everything he said made total sense—you felt the same way about him. The touch of his hand on yours was enough to get your heart beating louder.

“I can't get myself to trust you,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, hoping the words wouldn’t hurt him. That was the thing—you were afraid of hurting him by telling him the truth about how you felt. Most of the reasons against starting a relationship with him could be brought down to his vices and way of life. “ I'm scared.”

“Of what?” Jungkook asked, not taking his eyes off of you, making you face him and look into his eyes that seemed to shine, the open window letting the moonlight in. You were used to sneaking glances at him under the moonlight, of feeling giddy when he’d stare right back, feeling his body so close yet so far away. It all felt different now—Jungkook was right there in your bedroom, on your bed, and nobody could even see you.

“Of you hurting me. Simple as that. All you've said about not feeling close to someone, that's how I feel. That notebook says a lot about me and you were right when you said I was lonely,” you looked away, unable to look at him anymore, unable to reject Jungkook while looking into his eyes. “I was. I am. There are things I can't share with anyone face to face so I share it through music with the entire world, ironically. But it's music so it doesn't count. A lot of the things I've told you I've never said out loud before either, so you know me better than most people. That’s a lot of power to have over someone,” you swallowed, hoping he’d understand. “I think you're a good person and you have so much to offer but this sadness of yours will ruin you if you keep fueling it with drugs and alcohol, if you keep doing these things to yourself. And I can't stand by and watch you do it, it will hurt me too.”

“Then come with me,” Jungkook said without even thinking about it, his voice sounding excited. “Let’s be together. We create such great things when we work together, right? We can talk for hours on end about anything from how bad my pancakes taste to how the ocean makes me think about the meaning of life. And that's never ever happened to me.”

You didn’t say anything to that because Jungkook was right, and that’s what hurt the most. You two could talk about anything, which was strange considering you thought you couldn’t be more different from each other if you tried.

You used to think Jungkook was some pitiful excuse of a man who just used women and made a fool out of himself thinking it made him look tough, but he was none of that. Jungkook was just a normal person who was trying to act stronger than he was, just like you, just like so many others, and his offer was more tempting than you could explain, but you couldn’t get hurt by him, you just couldn’t.

Letting someone in and then having them crush you—you couldn’t let it happen.

“Please don't walk out of my life tomorrow,” Jungkook’s voice reeked of desperation and your chest hurt because of the tone of his voice. He was scared too. You felt him gripping your hand tight, not easing up. “I can’t not talk to you.”

“I'm not walking out,” you turned to face him and Jungkook sighed with relief when you did that. “I can be your friend, but I can't watch you hurt yourself wherever you go. Don’t you get that?”

“I do, but… What if I promise I won’t do that?” He asked, now turning on his side so he could be closer to you, and you could feel his warm breath on your face, his body so close. It was a plea of someone desperate and you could relate to it.

“Don’t make that promise, Jungkook,” you shook your head, looking up at him, staring right into his eyes and wishing you never had to look away. “You’ll break it and then it will hurt to be friends. Let’s not hurt each other like that.”

“Is it… You think I will start using before concerts?” Jungkook seemed serious now, his jaw clenched as he zeroed in on your eyes. “Is that it?”

“I’m scared you will,” you whispered the words as if that would hurt him less, and the sullenness of his expression made you reach out and cup his cheek. “I’m not saying you will. I’m just afraid that it will happen because you will get hurt eventually. A concert will go bad sooner or later, as it does for everyone. You will miss a note or two, you will forget the lyrics, you will fuck up, and I don’t know if you’ve made so much progress that you won’t let it get to you. Progress is linear and Ted’s only been here for a while. I’m scared that you’ll make a promise to me and then you’ll experience something bad and decide to fuck it all up because you’re hurt. And then we’d have to… Stop.”

“I understand everything you’ve just said, it’s just hard to deal with,” Jungkooks sighed, letting his breath fan your face. You moved your hand away from his face, feeling like you were babying him, just to have him do the same to you, letting his thumb rub your cheek gently, trace your cheekbone and the apple of your cheek as his eyes followed it intensely. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I know you don’t want me to say more than that, so I won’t. But that’s what I think. And I’ll miss you. I don’t want to fuck up, trust me, I really don’t. I don’t want to ruin my chance with the band, I’m sick and tired of being myself and letting people down, and I sure as hell don’t want to let you down. If I let you down, what’s the point of anything?”

“Don’t say that,” you frowned, feeling your eyes well up again. Why were you so emotional about this? You used to be so proud for not letting men get to you, and here you were, feeling like you were about to cry because you couldn’t have what you really wanted. “People let each other down all the time. Just… Let’s make a deal, okay?”

Jungkook nodded without even listening to the deal—it seemed like he would have agreed to anything to keep in touch with you.

“When you fuck up… I mean, when you feel like you’ve fucked up, like you’ve had a bad night, when you’re comparing yourself to Kyubok or any of the other members, when you feel like you failed your band or the fans, or anyone… Just call me,” you suggested with a sigh, doubting that he’d ever do that. It was the least you could offer to him, and it offered you both a little glimmer of hope. “We clearly can’t keep this going, this talking every day, because it’s not healthy for us if we’re not together. It will be hard to stop, but it will be harder to keep this up and have a life at the same time, at least for me. I can’t live in fear of what I will see on national TV whenever you guys have a concert, I can’t live with that knot in my stomach. But, I can handle talking to you when you need me. When you’re happy, you... you don’t do stupid things. But call me when you’re down.”

Jungkook nodded, his eyes moving from one point of your body to another as he processed your words. You hoped he understood and agreed with what you were saying. If you two kept in touch every day, one of you would get hurt, and it would be you.

“You’re right. It would be unbearable. So, we keep living our lives, but… When you feel like you’re all alone in the world, you call me. Okay?”

You nodded in agreement, feeling like that was the fairest thing in the world, but also the most logical one. He was the only person who’d made you feel like you weren’t on your own without even trying. Jungkook ran his thumb over your lips, sending shivers down to the pit of your stomach, and you had to resist the urge to kiss him or touch him.

“Promise me one thing,” he pleaded, his eyes now glued to your own, your lips forgotten. “If you meet someone, tell me. I can’t read that shit in the news or on my feed.”

You laughed suddenly, surprising you both, but the idea of you meeting someone was so ridiculous you couldn’t help yourself. It was bitter laughter, a helpless one. You were lying in bed with him, your heart heavy and painful because you were discussing the terms of your separation even though you both clearly longed for each other, yet Jungkook thought you’d want to meet someone.

That was the whole point—if this thing of yours kept going, you’d be ruined for other men forever.

It took you months to let anyone into your world even remotely, yet Jungkook broke that barrier in days. The guy waltzed into your life and just got straight to the point, asking you questions nobody had ever thought to ask, which is why you found it so easy to respond. His smile of his made its way into your heart and took down every wall you had, as cliche and tacky as it sounded. It disarmed you because it made you see the insecure, lost kid in him, the man who was afraid of losing his mother, the guy who was dreading every live performance. After all, he thought he was a fraud, failing to see that so many people adored him and everything he did.

“That’s the last thing on my mind right now,” you admitted and you hoped he knew you were serious. Maybe in his world, it was normal to jump from person to person when you weren’t attached to any of them, but you didn’t live like that. You’ve gotten attached to him, though, and that would be hard to overcome.

“And what’s the first?” He asked, once again rubbing your cheek so softly you felt like you’d melt. You were afraid to say it, too scared to even think it, but he touched you like someone who cared. His scent felt so familiar and comforting, and so did his touch.

“You,” the word made Jungkook smile, and he couldn’t hide it, showing you that childish side of him that you wanted to cling on to.

“I feel like you’re a doll in my hands,” he said out of the blue. “Like if I’m not careful enough, I’ll break you and ruin it,” his thumb made its way from your cheekbone to the corner of your mouth. “But if I’m gentle with you, we’ll be alright.”

“Jungkook, you can’t keep saying things like that,” you bit on your bottom lip, regretting saying that, regretting saying anything at all.

“Why?” Jungkook asked in confusion, not taking his eyes off of your lips. “Because you like hearing it?”

“Yes,” you admitted. You did like hearing how he felt about you when it was worded like that, when there was no expectation for you to respond or reciprocate, even though you both knew that you did.

“One kiss?” He cocked an eyebrow up and attempted to look into your eyes instead of your lips. “One, I promise.”

You nodded slowly and Jungkook leaned in, his hair falling over his eyes, brushing against your forehead, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before he pressed them against yours, making your heartbeat against your ribs, hard enough for you to hear the sound in your ears, as well as Jungkook’s shaky breath as he deepened the kiss.

You decided right then—if he uses tongue, you’re giving in. You won’t stop him, you will let him kiss you like that, and if he moves his hands down to touch you or sneaks his palm underneath your nightgown to realize you aren’t wearing anything except it, then it is fair game.

You knew it would feel right, feeling him inside of you, you knew it would make you want to be with him all the time, have him whenever you wanted, feel his hands on you, feel him kiss and caress you, that you wouldn’t be able to stop. And still, you were ready to risk it all.

And you knew Jungkook would take his time, he’d calculate his every move, taking care of you, not wanting to break you, this thing he had built and managed not to ruin. You had decided all that, but he kept his word. One kiss.

No tongue, just an innocent, soft, sweet kiss that made you close your eyes and not pull away, ever, but he did. Jungkook breathed out deeply and then gave you a grin.

“Speechless again, fuck it,” he chuckled and rested his head on the pillow, wrapping an arm around your waist. “And now I’ll let you fall asleep. Is my hand ok like this?”

“Yeah, it’s warm,” you said, pulling the covers a bit up, not wanting him to see that your nipples had hardened because of his touch and kiss. You were so, so weak and he didn’t even realize it.

Falling asleep next to him was the scariest thing you’d ever done—you knew that you’d close your eyes and open them in the morning and say goodbye to him, maybe for good. You enjoyed Jungkook’s arm around you, his breath against your neck, his head touching yours.

It would have made you feel at peace had you not known that it was the last night there. The last night, and you were spending it together, sleeping next to each other platonically, your chest aching at the thought of him not being there tomorrow.

You turned on your side and Jungkook pulled you in closer, spooning you, his hand finding purchase on your waist. Then, he started moving it up and down your side gently, as if he was trying to get you to fall asleep, to make you feel that it was alright. You weren’t sure when, but at a certain point, you closed your eyes and felt too tired to open them, and sleep took over you.

You dreamt silly things, most of which you didn’t remember, but in one part of the dream, you were surrounded by people who were all saying something to you, their voices overlapping, making the words mesh together, causing you to lose focus, and what you were focused on was making your way through the crowd, even though you weren’t sure what was there.

You walked on, pushed your way through the people who screamed at your face, in your ear, who gripped onto your clothes and limbs, and the more progress you made, the harder they made it for. And then, you reached the end—a huge stage, one that you saw at the biggest stadiums.

And there he was, Jungkook, in his mesh see-through shirt, his leather hat on his head, a grin on his face as he stared at the crowd who had forgotten all about you and were staring at him in awe as he stood on the stage, his leg propped up on one of the speakers.

You walked over to him until you reached the stage, but you couldn’t climb up, so you called his name but he wasn’t noticing you—there were so many people there to see him, and you were one of thousands. You reached out for him, but he didn’t notice. The people were trying to pull you away just to get a bit closer to Jungkook, so you grabbed onto his leg, which finally made Jungkook look at you.

But, that didn’t help. When he finally looked into your eyes, Jungkook didn’t recognize you. The look on his face told you that he thought of you as a stranger.

The dream made you sit up in your bed and gasp for air, a wave of cold washing over you. Immediately turning to your side to check if Jungkook was really there, you found him propped up on his elbow, looking at you worriedly.

“Hey, hey…” He said, his arm finding your waist quickly. “It’s all good… Just a bad dream… Go back to sleep.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You mumbled at him, throwing your head down on the pillow, feeling sleep taking over you again despite feeling cold sweat all over. Jungkook’s hand was heating you, easing the cold dread inside of you.

“Can’t sleep,” he whispered back, pulling the covers over your clavicles, despite it being a warm summer night. “I want to live this moment through.”

You weren’t sure what that meant and you thought about asking him to clarify, but you couldn’t find the words as dreams took over you again, this time a lot more peaceful than before.

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Waking up to an empty bed was a standard thing for you, but waking up to it that morning made your heart drop because, for a second, you thought that Jungkook had gone away without saying goodbye. He didn’t, though.

At 6:30, he came up to your room to wake you up, but he found you getting dressed, on your way out to find him—you knew he wouldn’t have just left, not after everything.

He’d made breakfast and you ate together, in silence, smiling at each other sadly, the yearning weighing the air down, words shooting aimlessly through your head, unable to form a coherent sentence that would express your feelings in the right way, fully.

You guessed Jungkook felt the same way since he only spoke about the food on the table, asking if your coffee’s hot enough, if you needed milk like he hadn’t made it for you so many times before.

“I like it,” Jungkook said after a long bout of silence during which you tried to take in all his features.

You looked at him questioningly, unsure of what he meant exactly, and he indulged you. “Sleeping next to someone. You, I mean,” he sighed, looking at your lips for a second. “It’s comforting. Feels reassuring, somehow. Peaceful. Warm.”

You nodded, unsure of what to tell him. You found it comforting too, but at the same time, you knew you’d miss it, you’d miss all of it. “I’m glad your first time wasn’t that bad,” you joked, to which he chuckled and gave you that smirk of his, leaning in.

“I had a lot of firsts with you and all of them were excellent.”

You knew something like this was a compliment coming from Jungkook, so you smiled, hoping it wouldn’t hurt as much as you expected it to, the goodbye that was about to follow—the band was supposed to come downstairs any minute now, and then your little idyll would be over.

Jungkook reached out, palm resting against the counter, silently asking to hold your hand, and you accepted, knowing it might actually be the last time you’d get to do that. Yes, you two could meet up anywhere whenever you wanted. If anyone had the means to do so, it was people like you.

What you were afraid of was that you’d lose touch completely, especially after agreeing that you wouldn’t be able to talk to each other every day and move on. If that happened, you’d fade away from each other’s lives and this summer would feel like a dream, something you’d both made up to get you over things that you couldn’t express out loud.

“Can I—,” he stopped, looking straight into your eyes with a smile that made your heart warm up to him even more. “Is it okay if I text you even when I’m not doing bad?”

You opened your mouth to say that it wouldn’t be a good idea, that it would be near impossible to stop talking to him once you started, that you’d just torture each other that way, make it harder to move on, and that you’d care even more that way, but Jungkook spoke first. “I don’t mean all the time. I respect what you said last night and I think you’re kind of right. If you don’t have an interest in pursuing this, it would make things difficult to have me text you all the time, I know… I meant from time to time, when I think of something I want to tell you.”

His face gave off his insecurity as he nibbled on his bottom lip and waited for your response, fearing that you’d say no, so you couldn’t do it. “Yes, that would… be nice, I guess. Knowing you’re good.”

“Can’t believe you guys are up at the crack of dawn eating,” Taehyung said before he reached the door as if he was giving you time to pull your hands away and pretend you weren’t having an intimate moment. “Man, you look like you had a rough night,” Taehyung walked over and made a face at Jungkook. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Not really,” Jungkook sighed. “And thanks, I appreciate it.”

“Just keeping it real,” Taehyung chuckled, lifting both hands. “Dawn, you look great.”

“Thanks,” you said, thinking about how Jungkook was the only person here who used your real name. Andre preferred Dawn because he never wanted to break the character of your super serious, highly professional manager and slip up in front of others by using the name not many people knew.

“No offense to the staff or anyone who likes this place, but I can’t wait to leave,” Taehyung sat down next to Jungkook and took some food off his plate, clearly feeling invited to join you two. “It feels like a prison, we can’t do shit here and we’re being watched all the time. Can’t imagine how much it sucked for you two to be stuck here all summer. You’re finally free, though!”

Jungkook and you glanced at each other and he smirked and a secret stayed between you as you said “yeah” in unison.

“Now, I know why Jungkook got punished like this, but Dawn,” Taehyung now looked at you, throwing a strawberry into his mouth. “What did you do to deserve this?”

“She likes suffering,” Jungkook mumbled, making you sigh.

“Yup, I chose this myself,” you explained, not wanting to go into details, but Taehyung’s eyebrows told you he wanted to know more. “I wanted to work on the album and it’s kind of hard to do that when you’re out with friends and family all the time, trying to catch up with everyone. This kind of setting works for me.”

“I bet Andre’s ecstatic,” Jungkook added, looking at you with a smile on his face, like he’d forgotten Taehyung was sitting right next to him.

“I can’t believe we also have an album almost ready. We’re going home and we’ll try to record another song or two, we have some old and new material. This form of prison did wonders for Jungkook’s inspiration,” Taehyung looked at Jungkook before bringing his attention back to you. “And I hear you did too.”

This made your head snap up, your eyes looking at Taehyung’s for an explanation, wondering if he knew more about Jungkook and you than he let on, but Taehyung’s grin told you that his comment was innocent. “You’re credited on what, three songs? That’s awesome. I think this album will be a hit. People like sentimental shit more. I added some spice to the album too. It’s not done yet, but I love what we have so far. Have you heard it yet?”

“No, not yet,” you answered, regretting not asking Jungkook to play it for you. You did hear some of it, at least the songs you wrote together and the ones Jungkook wrote and decided to share, but you never heard the final versions. “Looking forward to getting it as soon as it comes out.”

“I think you’ll like it,” Jungkook said, looking at you in a way that told you he meant more than that but wasn’t able to say it.

The rest of Puddle of Down came down later, ready to leave, not interested in having breakfast and staying there a second longer than they had to. They were quick to say their goodbyes, their main focus getting back to their lives.

You and Andre said goodbye to everyone and Jungkook lingered in the living room even after they’d all left the villa.

Andre, though hating the idea of you two in any kind of romantic relationship whatsoever, decided to leave the room too and give you a couple of seconds of privacy.

“Take care of yourself,” you told him as soon as you’d lost sight of Andre.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to walk over and hug you without asking—he knew you needed it.

He rested his chin on the top of your head, holding you close, pulling you in closer, as if that was going to stop all of this from happening. “You’re great at what you do. Don’t do bad things to yourself,” you said, patting his waist as a sign he should let go of you. They were waiting, he had to leave. “Jungkook, stay on track. If there are bad times, call. If you go back to this lifestyle, I... I can't blame you. But if it gets too much, call, text.”

You hoped he would take your advice and call you if he ever felt self-destructive again, but you feared he wouldn’t. This lifestyle was tempting, you knew, and when insecurities got the better of them, people looked for a way to escape. Jungkook still wasn’t letting you go, his arm around you, his chin resting on your head, his breathing deep.

“You turn everything that's in my head into words that I can hear and understand. Everything is so abstract in my head that even I don’t get why I think those things and then when I tell you, you find a way to make it so much simpler,” he said, ignoring everything you just told him to express something he felt. “How am I supposed to just walk away?”

“Because you have to,” you said, knowing this probably hurt you both the same way. “We could stay here forever but that's not real. You have to go back to being you, with your problems, and I have to be me with mine.”

“What if I stayed completely clean?” Jungkook suggested, finally letting you out of his arms just to be able to look at you, his eyes and face hopeful. He really meant it, even if just for a while, and you felt terrible knowing you’d have to turn him down.

“Jungkook, we told each other we wouldn't lie,” you tried to not offend him with your words, but you had to protect yourself and be honest with him even if it hurt. He winced at your words, not even trying to hide his disappointment. “It's not something that you can just stop.”

“I can try,” he nodded, seemingly convinced of his success.

“Okay, try,” you nodded back, sighing deeply. “It will be easy for a day, a week, or a month. But what about the next bad time?”

It was a cruel premise, but a very probable one since life didn’t spare anyone. Sooner or later, there would be a bad time. That’s what happened to everyone, especially in your line of business—it was a stressful job, filled with different anxieties, incited by the criticism coming from all directions, by being under the watchful eye of so many constantly, always worried about making a wrong move and losing it all. This life stopped being about music and doing what you love pretty early on, and from that point on, it was more about getting on everyone’s good side, controlling yourself all the time, not making any bad moves.

Jungkook seemed ill-equipped for this role, mainly because he was thrust into this lifestyle so suddenly, asked to join a band who’d been working together for years, who were a well-oiled machine by that point. He was the intruder, the one who came last, the one who wasn’t in on the jokes, who didn’t experience everything the other guys experienced together. He was the one who couldn’t hold his drugs and alcohol, the one who caused problems, the one who made them all look bad, but you believed it was partially the company’s fault. He needed guidance in these things, and you thought that them making him talk to Ted was the first move they were making in the right direction. But Jungkook didn’t have to talk to Ted starting today—he never had to see him again.

“I can call you, right?” He sounded happy, having found some sort of a loophole since you did ask him to call you when he felt bad. You hoped that this might stop him from doing something crazy, but you were painfully aware of the fact that only he could stop himself.

“But I won't be there to help,” you pointed out, hoping he understood what you meant by that. Here, you could talk to each other, spend time together, and if Jungkook felt bad about something, he could just come to you.

Out there, that type of thing just wouldn’t be possible. You’d be on the other side of the world, each doing your own thing, and you couldn’t guarantee that you’d be able to pick up the phone whenever he called.

“I can't make you believe you're you and not someone's replacement, I can't stop you from forcing yourself to give it your all with every line, I can't help you save your voice and go easy on yourself. Taehyung said you sang like you had something to prove to everyone and he was right about that. That’s exactly what you do in every song, which is why your voice breaks from time to time. I can’t prevent any of that from happening.”

Jungkook gulped, pulling his hands away from you. His eyes were focused on yours still, and they seemed empty again. “So there's no hope for us.”

“Hug me,” you asked, surprising yourself by voicing your desire so confidently, but this conversation was hurting the both of you and you felt that it would make things feel better, even if temporarily.

Sometimes, despite making money by writing lyrics, you expressed feelings a lot better through touch than words.

Jungkook hugged you, warming you up instantly as his hands wrapped around your body, his mouth close to your ear now. “You didn't give me an answer.”

“If I say no, I hurt you. If I say yes. I'll end up hurting myself. I don't want to answer,” you looked down, feeling terrible about not knowing the right words to say when words came easily around him.

“You're way too good for someone like me so you should say no,” he whispered again, this time sounding a lot more convinced. It was bullshit, though. You weren’t sure what he was basing this conclusion on, but it didn’t make any sense.

“Jungkook, it isn't true,” you shook your head.

“Say no,” he said, moving his head away so he could look at you, his hands now on your upper arm, holding you in place.

“I won't,” you shrugged, hoping he knew that he wouldn't be able to get you to say it. If you said it, it would just give him another reason to feel terrible, and it would fuel his self-loathing, making him fall into a hole he already had troubles getting out of.

“Tell me no,” Jungkook asked, his fingers digging into your upper arms, making a point out of accentuating every word. He would have sounded frightening had you not known him the way you did—he’d never harm anyone and he surely wasn’t trying to harm you. He was trying to get you to hurt him, so it would be easier to fall back into all the vices he’d successfully avoided all summer.

You shrugged, not being able to indulge him with something for once. “I can't say that.”

Junkook’s face frowned when he heard the words, but he suddenly looked and sounded spiteful. “Then I'll say it. I'm a fucking loser and a fraud who is trying to be better than the best there is and it's a lost cause and so am I,” the words came out in a fit of desperation and defeat. “I'll probably drink and fuck whoever happens to be there the next time I fuck up badly on stage or anywhere else and realize that I'm worse than we all thought. And then I'll feel bad about doing that when I care about you. So it is better for you not to care. I'll try my best not to do any of it, but you’re right, you cannot trust me. You set only one rule and I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up with it, so I know all of this is impossible because of me.”

“Jungkook,” you reached out, cupping his face, hoping he’d calm down. He was furious at himself now, but you were sure that once he calmed down and thought things through, he’d realize not all of it was his fault. “Please, calm down. I’m not going to say no and hurt you. You can try not to do those things, and maybe you’ll succeed. I just think this problem is something you need to work on before getting involved with anyone. If we… do this, we’ll end up getting hurt, and then it will feel even worse.”

Jungkook slowly nodded, accepting your words as reality, since they were exactly that. Maybe you two could give this a shot once things were better—once you were more ready to risk and compromise, and once Jungkook let go of some of his dangerous habits. It wouldn’t work under the current conditions, it just couldn’t.

“One day I’ll just come and get you,” he said, keeping his voice down so nobody would hear. “Just know that.”

With that, Jungkook left the room and your life as abruptly as he entered it, leaving you to wonder whether any of it was real and whether you’d regret turning his offer down.

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pairing: jungkook x reader 

summary: after an awful day at work, all you want to do is go home, curl into a ball, and cry your eyes out. making a new friend along the way wasn’t really a part of the plan, but you’re not complaining. 

genre: fluff; strangers to lovers 

warning: workplace harassment, feelings of unworthiness 

word count: 3.7k

author’s note: this was inspired by twitter user stopkook who made a post about jungkook as an adorable uber driver who’s shy because it’s his first day on the job. i’ve never taken an uber, so idk if some of this is inaccurate lmao. it’s short, but i hope you enjoy it!!! 

The Uber app says your driver has arrived, but upon your second look, there is no Hyundai Santa Fe in your close vicinity. You wonder if there is something wrong with the app or if your Uber driver has fallen off the face of the Earth all of a sudden. The app says he was on route two minutes ago and should have arrived by now. 

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Act I - The Start (Part 3)

Pairing: Namjoon x (f) reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

AU: strangers to friends to lovers and much more than that which I cannot spoil just yet.

Synopsis: The story of you and Kim Namjoon, and the change he brought into your life. It’s fun, it’s exciting, it’s hopeful, and it’s also exactly the opposite.

Warnings for this chapter: entirely way too cute to handle, not so explicit smut (it’s written pretty vaguely), soft smut, a cheesy dance scene

WC: 5 k

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