Hey Can I Be On The Taglist For University Superstar?
hey can i be on the taglist for university superstar? đ„ș
Hi hi hi!! I am honestly still considering a taglist atm đ
When I decide to do them or not, I will probably make an announcement. But as for right now, I'm going to stick to a hashtag for University Superstar so that it can be easy to find on my blog or on the app.
The tag will be just #universitysuperstar and #university superstar
I hope that's okay
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details: jungkook and his beautiful body art ⥠(part 1)
ìë íìžì, ìŹëŹë¶!
[Translation]: Hello, everyone!Â
Hah, this makes me shy lol. Please bare with me.Â
Anyways, welcome to the blog!
Recently, Iâve been overcome with this gut feeling that I should finally launch this blog. Iâve been writing for years now, but Iâve always been so shy with social media, expressing personal self, and showcasing writings. So, I never really had the courage to post.Â
But, as apart of my new years resolution, I will let it all go and express myself like how I wanted to within the last few years. I am excited, nervous, and slightly razzled by the fact that Iâm really going through with this. But I am ready.Â
A little about what I intend to post:
This will primarily be a BTS blog. Though I love every member, the majority of my writings are y/n scenarios with Namjoon, Yoongi, or Jungkook. I have writings for everyone; however, i tend to feel more confident with my writings with the prior three boys.
I do write 18+ scenarios, so adults only!! My writings will also always be female x male, not because I am against pairings with other genders, but because that is what I am most used to writing and am more familiar with. Still, if you identify as any other, you are always welcome to read. I intend to keep this space as a strict respectful zone to all people.
Another disclaimer: I do not own BTS or anyone else I choose to incorporate in my writings. I write with them in interest as apart of a fictional story â as a face and personality that is unique to them (in real life and in a story) â but never to disrespect, alter, or manipulate to fit my or others standards. Their respect comes with the respect of anyone else.
Now for formatting, here is how I will organize my writings in post:
Title
[picture heading]
Summary: [2-4 sentences]
Theme/Tags: [EX: Highschool!AU, Non-Idol!AU, Yoongi x best friendâs sister!AU, etc.]
Rating/Disclaimer: [18+/A/Smut/S/Mature/M , Fluff/F, Angst, Romance, etcâŠ]
Word Count: [x,xxx words]
Authorâs Note: [me blabbling]
A little about me:
Hi!
You can call me Sae, if youâd like.
I am a double-major, third-year university student! I do take Korean there! It has been just about a year and a half since I started learning it, and I love it to the core. It is really such a beautiful language and culture, and I am so glad I went through with taking it. I could talk about it for hours!Â
As for BTS, I have been a fan since I was in 8th gradeâŠso 2015-2016? My first ever bias was TaehyungâŠofc lol. However, I have been a Yoongi bias since around 2017-ish. Bias wrecker? I bet you canât guessâŠNamjoon and Jungkook. Unfortunately or fortunately (however you view it), BTS was the only group I was able to fully get into and know. I love and listen to other groups like TXT, EXO, ATEEZ, Red Velvet, TWICE, etc. But I never got fully into them to the extent I did BTS.
As for other fics or posts you might see around here, I am a hard-core weeb. So, you might see some anime characterâs on here. However, with a recent off-the-bandwagon mishap since entering uni, it has been quite a while since I have even watched a show. I intend to get back into it. We will see where life takes me.Â
So, yeah! I hope you like what I end up posting! Feedback is always appreciated. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out!Â
Again, I do not tolerate hate, disrespect, or anything malicious on my blog. If I suspect or if it is outwardly posted that someone intends on coming after me or anyone else on this blog, you will be reported, blocked, and otherwise removed from my page. Please remember human decency and practice being kind to others!!
Other than that, happy holidays and happy new year! íŽìŒ ì ìŠêž°êł ìíŽ ëł” ë§ìŽ ë°ìŒìžì!
University Superstar is đ€đ» Just so, SO good. I can do totally picture your JK đ« đ„ŽThanks for sharing your immense talent with usđ«°đ» Iâm an old ass fangirl and thought maybe if you ever decide to write asks that you could write about Namjoon with a much older artist or museum docent. đ I may or may not have had an exhibition or two đŒïž and the idea that Kim Namjoon saw any of my pieces sends me⊠â°ïž
Kim Namjoon Drabble 1
[Summary]: Kim Namjoon is a frequent visitor at the museum you work at. In fact, heâs visited so often, heâs gained your museum's platinum gold card for passes on all exhibitions and the cafeteriaâs sweet tea. Youâve come to realize that Namjoon is the biggest art nerd youâve ever met outside of yourself when he started to find you after every exhibition and ask you questions about the artist. However, your subtle feelings for the man start to go a-wire when he beings to ask questions about you instead.
[Theme]: MuseumDocent!AU, Artist!AU, ArtNerdNamjoon!AU, Museum!AU, FriendsToLovers!AU
[Rating]: Fluffy fluff fluff; slice of life.
[Word Count]: 1,773
[A/N]: Hmmmm, this is going to be difficult. Mainly because I am only slightly younger than our golden maknae, Jjk. However, that doesnât go to say that I havenât read scenarios where Y/n was older than one of the membersâŠbut I also have not personally written any like that either. BUT! That doesnât mean I canât try. I hope this meets your expectations.
Besides, Namjoon in a museum makes me leek đ„Ź
[Masterlist]Â [Taglist]
You love this museum.
The smell of it, the look of it, the organization of it â you love it all. You love it so much, youâve become a docent there.
Walking about the museum while you flaunt your knowledge on the various famous pieces, featured pieces, and sometimes, some of your own pieces, has been the source of your happiness for years now.
Your job never lets you down. In fact, you find that by the end of the day, your spirits have been lifted higher than what it was the last time you came home from work.
Especially nowadays.
Recently, a certain someone has been a part of nearly every single tour you have conducted within the past two weeks. Heâs a tall man â sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the many old people and young children in the groups you guide. Not to mention, he's one of the most attractive people you have ever seen. Shaggy hair, brown eyes, and teeth that flash at you with every new piece of information you tell him, the man has somewhat stolen your heart. Even more so when he somehow finds you at the end of each guide to hound you for hours about the artists he found the most intriguing.
Kim Namjoon was his name, and given the many times heâs found you in the museumâs cafeteria after a guide, youâve come to notice that the man has become such a frequent visitor he became eligible for the museumâs platinum gold membership card. Free sweet tea and admission to docent-guided tours, he took the upgrade and has since joined in on your groups.
Thereâs a pep and swing in your step as you make your way to work today. That twinge of nervousness you also contain shows as you shakily open the doors to the museum.
âYou excited?â one of your best friends, Taehyung, asks. Heâs smiling wide, clenching a pencil in his hand as he waits for your answer. You almost think he could be more excited than you with the way his eyes crinkle and his finger taps at the wood of the receptionistsâ desk.
âYou have no idea,â you laugh, swiping into the room that he stands in. You quickly clock in before you wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, hoping that your claminess goes away soon.
âI saw some of your pieces,â he faces you. âI still canât believe those came from you! I know youâve showed your pieces here before, but these are beyond anything Iâve ever seen you do. Itâs like you went mad or something.â
You smile at his comment, a little blush forming on your face as you accept his compliment.
âThat reminds me,â Taehyung grins once again. âA certain man by the name of Kim Namjoon is coming to your welcome exhibit. âWas the first to sign up.â
âI know,â you laugh. âHe really likes art. Itâs crazy how smart he is, too. I swear he grasps knowledge like a computer.â
âI dunno,â Taehyung purses his lips. âSeems he might like something else, too,â
âStop it,â you shoot him a look. âNamjoon is an innocent nerd. Besides, I swear Iâm like 10 years older than him.â
âActually, 6 1/2,â Taehyung corrects.
âPoint proven,â You observe while messing around with the computer in front of you.
âYou do realize that thereâs 5 other museum docents in this place, right?â your friend laughs. âNot to mention you usually conduct guides at the most inconvenient times for the general public. I doubt heâd come here and schedule tours with you if it meant he didnât get to see you at any given moment during the week.â
âHave you ever thought of the possibility that maybe I'm just really good at my job?â you ask him teasingly.
âThatâs not what I meant,â he laughs.
âI know,â you commence your teasing. âWhat I mean to say is, Namjoon is too⊠pure for that. I sincerely havenât noticed a single flirtatious intent or âlook in his eyeâ during the multiple times heâs been here. Genuinely, he loves art and wants to know everything about it before moving on to learning about the next art style, time period, or artist he chooses to jump to next.â
âYou could be right,â he looks to the door realizing that a customer has started walking up to the receptionist area. âOr he may have been asking me about you since before he started tagging along on your guides.â
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Youâre thinking about what Taehyung said all day.
Heâs been asking about you? What specifically has he been asking about? And for how long has he been doing so before he started making an appearance at every guide you conducted?
Questions flood your mind, but excitement also overwhelms it.
Your exhibit has fully opened.
All your selected pieces for this have been displayed just like how you envisioned them to be. There's a crowd of people waiting to see what youâve got, and best of all, Namjoon is there. Heâs got a giant notebook in his hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and a big smile on his face as he spots you amongst the crowd.
Youâre busy greeting critics, familiar faces, friends, family, and coworkers while you answer various questions and walk around the room explaining your art. You almost forget Namjoon is there until you get a free moment, and a tap on your shoulder sends a warm reminder that your eager art enthusiast has made it to your exhibit.
âI didnât know you were an artist,â he smiles in awe while pointing to a painting near you two with the back of his pencil. âI have to say, though. Your pieces really make me think.â
âIâm no stranger to your questions, Namjoon. You know you can always ask me anything,â you blush.
âWhat was your muse?â he asks, still staring at the painting he pointed at. You have to turn around to look at which piece heâs talking about. Of course, this was one of your favorites out of all the pieces. You spent years on this one. Multiple trips to the same space out of the country, talks with natives, and fully immersing yourself like one. This one took the most thought and energy youâve ever put into a piece. Youâre flattered heâs mentioned this one out of all the others first.
âFor this one, specifically? Or for the general theme of the exhibit?â you double-check.
âFor this one â although, that was my second question,â he laughs. âI just happened to notice this one didnât really match the theme. The rest all fall within a certain feeling, but this one caught my eye first.â
âIâm glad,â you banter. âThis one is my favorite.â
âItâs mine, too,â he smirks, the warmness in his eyes flaming your entire body.
âAs for the muse, itâs still hard to define,â you candor. âThis one took the longest. So many stages of my 20s and mid-life crises and, well, life were all a mosh-pit of emotions on this one. I could only work on it in Iceland, too.â
âIceland?â
âYes,â you laugh at yourself. Saying it out loud, it sounded stranger than you thought it would. âSo much inspiration came to me there. Before I knew it, I started saving the majority of my money just to travel there and work on this piece there.â
There's a pause. The business of the room engulfs you as the two of you look at your piece.
âI want to know you, Y/n,â he suddenly blurts out. You almost get whip-lash from how quickly you turn your head to face him once again. âYouâre seriously such a talent to me. I want to know you and all your muses. What got you into art and art history and working here. All of it â I want to know it all.â
Now youâre seriously confused.
Maybe it was the way Taehyung told you that it was a likely possibility that Namjoon did like you despite your previous observations that he didnât. Or maybe it's that glint in his eye that suggests that he truly wants to know more about you other than the fact that you work and present your art in the museum he frequently goes to. You donât know. But youâve always been opportunistic, so you take his mysterious sentiment into question.
âNamjoon, have you been talking about me with my co-worker?â you ask, that speed in your heartbeat making its way up your chest.
Namjoon blushes, smiling down at his notepad. âI knew that loser couldnât keep his mouth shut,â he laughs to himself. âI have. But I promise, all good things.â
âNamjoon, I have to be honest. Taehyung did say some thiââ
âItâs all true,â he nods his head while looking back up at you. âListen Y/n, as much as I love your tours, this was the one I wanted to go on the most. Your art, your voice, your presence âthis is what I was the most curious about. All those questions about the artists I asked you about after those tours â I genuinely just loved listening to your passion. Hearing you talk about what you love and looking at you show off the work you put your soul into. I dunno, maybe Iâve developed a crush.â
Your heart beats out of your chest. Are you really that oblivious? Youâre 6 1/2 years older than this man â you should know when a person has been crushing on you by now!
âNamjoon, Iâm old,â you blurt, laughing at yourself. A part of you can't help but feel a little insecure about your age. One to two years and you're usually in the 'go' for a lot of romantic things and partnerships with others. But 6 1/2? That's more so unheard of nowadays.
âI could call you ajumma if you wanted,â he smiles teasingly.
âIâll kill you,â you playfully threaten him. The flutter in your tummy is a little too overwhelming as he flashes his teeth at you, that look telling you that heâs really serious about this crush heâs developed.
âSeriously, Y/n, I couldnât give a fuck about age,â he says. âI stand by the fact that Iâd become gay and date a 570-year-old da Vinci if he were still alive today.â
âArt whore,â you laugh.
âSo let me take you out,â he continues, simmering his laughter. âCoffee tomorrow at 10?â
You feel a strange weight lifted off your shoulders. Nodding your head at his question, you feel like youâve maybe developed a new muse.
[End]
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[A/N]: Ajumma (ìì€ë§) - [N], a Korean term referring to a married or middle-aged woman; typically a woman of one's parents' age or older.
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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]Â
youâre such a talented writer OMG! i love your work & i canât wait to read more. if you ever take requests i would love to see how you write jimin hehe. <3
My gosh, thank you so much for taking the time to read what I've got! It really means a lot to me <3.
I will for sure let you know when I am ready to do requests. Currently am in the middle of organizing a lot of my writings, but fs have a plan to take requests in the future.
University Superstar

[Summary]: Jeon Jungkook is your Universityâs biggest rock-star-athlete-hot guy. It literally prides itself on his attendance at the school â walking around with his âbig nameâ (captain of the lacrosse team), tattoos, and rude, jock-like personality. You hate him. You hate that he canât apologize for being a complete asshole. But what you donât hate is how he visits your office every day. You also donât hate that your feelings for him are crawling back into your systemâŠ
[Theme]: Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, Friends(?)ToLovers!AU, EnimeisToLovers!AU
[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, lots of hickies, mentions of blowjob, consistent flirting, JK is an extreme asshole (he actually got on my nerves for some of it lol), insensitive JK, lots of passion, squirting, kissing, pining after one another (mainly JK)
[Word Count]: 10,291
[Authorâs Note]: I didnât plan on making Y/n an education majorâŠ? But then I was thinking of JK in a bomber jacket and jock x teacher!AU andâŠyeah no, it had to happen.
[Masterlist] [Sequel] [Drabble (1), (2), (3)]Â Â
Jeon Jungkook.
The name makes you hurl a little in your mouth. Yesterdayâs lunch makes its way to the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, telling yourself to be strong and that he will go away soon.
âSo,â he banters a smile at you. That stupid yellow and blue lacrosse bomber jacket puffs out around his shoulders, the number â07â poking out in the ugliest school-sprit font youâve ever seen on his sleeves. His elbows rest on your desk, arms delicately pushing some of your papers and trinkets out of his way. The action only fuels your anger.
â7 oâclock. You and me. Chipotle.â
âIn your dreams, fuckboy,â you scoff. The audacity he has to ask you out. The audacity he has to find the school you intern at (literally on your universities campus, but still), interrupt your work, and ask you on a date for the nth time since a few weeks ago.
You think this might be the 5th time this week heâs asked you out on a date. And itâs only Wednesday.
The amount of explaining you still have to do to your coworkers, and even your kindergartner students, is exhausting. Everyone knows who he is. Heâs the captain of your Universities lacrosse team, probably the most popular guy on campusâŠone of âthe hottestâ guys in the school (according to your coworker and best friend, Aecha)
You remember asking her a while back why he was always âthe talk of the townâ, and all she could say was: âWell, look at him. How could he not be?â
You get it. He is hot. But that doesnât stop you from absolutely hating his guts. Not after he spilled his hot, black coffee all over your white shirt and pants a few weeks ago. Not after he stained all of your precious studentâs artwork with his scorching hot Americano.
You were on your way to the school to hang them up in your classroom. Stopping at your University libraryâs coffee shop, you decided to start your day with a little bit of matcha before you decorated your space.
Your students had just completed a âWhat I Love About Meâ project, and their responses literally made you cryâŠmaybe made you ugly cry. So innocent and honest in their responses, this project was probably the most precious to your heart. You had wished you did something like this back when you were so young. Maybe then you would have a reminder on your bad days what younger you always admired before nasty comments and puberty hit your system.
So, when Jeon Jungkook completely drenched them in his black coffee, your stained (and very expensive) white work shirt and pants didnât even matter. The sopping-wet look of your studentâs artwork made you fight to gulp back tears. But you couldnât help the water that begged to break free from behind your eyelids.
âOohh!â he laughs, the stupid jock in him making a scene. âJeez! Iâm sorry.â you can feel the antagonizing smirk on his lips as he looks at what heâs done to you. âHere, let me get a napkin,â
Jungkook exits your line of vision and you try to make your way out of the library before he comes back. But, ever the athlete he is, Jungkook is back before you can blink with a giant wad of the coffee shopâs crappy brown napkins.
You donât even know who is talking to you until you take the napkins from his hands, recognizing those ugly, stupid, hot hand tattoos. Who couldnât recognize them when the whole university makes Jungkookâs tattoos each and every one of its personality traits?
The realization of your perpetrator being Jeon Jungkook only makes you more upset. Had it been anyone else, the hurt in your heart from your damaged projects might have been less painful.
You immediately start wiping off your studentâs projects, placing them on the nearest table and patting them dry, trying your best not to smear the Crayola marker on some of them.
âWoah, hey,â he chuckles to himself again. âNice line work. Didchya draw those?â
âPlease, stop talking.â you spit at him. Finally, you look up at his face, hoping he gets the point.
You think he does, because the minute he catches your gaze, his face freezes. The look adorning your features was angry, but that tear in your eye from what he did to your papers made you really upset. Which, for some reason, made Jungkook's heart clench. Hoping he canât see the tears trying to break free from your eyelids, you look back down and continue your previous actions.
âI-I, um,â he stutters, his voice much meeker than what it antagonized you with just moments ago. âLook, is there anything I can do? A free drink? New clothes? A personal invitation to Min Yoongiâs New Yearâs Party? An escort around the menâs lacrosse team's locker room? âŠDuring uniform change?â
âThanks, but the best thing you can do is leave,â you reply. Just about done drying your projects up the best you can, you gather them in your arms and face the man once again. This time, you stare at his face for more than just a few seconds. You hate that heâs handsome; it only makes it harder to stop looking at the playful smirk forming on his lips from mentioning the menâs locker rooms.
âYou sure? Heard this yearâs party is supposed to be a banger.â he bribes, the mole under his bottom lip showing as he smiles.
âMin Yoongi is a close friend. I am invited to his parties every year. Now, I have to goââ
âNo way?!â he exclaims, the permed dark curls over his eyes bouncing as he places a large hand on your shoulder. You shrug it off, but he acts like he did nothing wrong at all. âHow come I havenât seen you before? Iâd totally recognize you. Youâre smokin', by the way.â
Your lips and nose cringe at his statement.
âI donât usually go,â you explain. âNow, please move before I push you out of my way myself.â
âHah!â he laughs. âLike you could. Hey, are you an elementary teacher or just a shitty artist?â
âIâm not answering that,â you say.
His comment hurts you. This is precious art to you. The fact that he has no regardâdidnât even say sorry meaningfullyâfor your papers that you are obviously upset about makes your heart sink. All you can see are the faces of your students.
âOkay, well, that offer for a free drink, or clothes, or uhâoh yeah. The menâs locker room deal,â he winks. âIs still on the table.â
âIâll pass,â you flash a tight-lipped smile his way before brushing a shoulder past him and exiting the library.
The first tear makes its way down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it off before anyone has the chance to see it. You think Jungkook might have through the window of the shop, but you assume he is looking at his order number he placed for a new coffee on the screen above it. It would appear more fitting. He clearly has no care in the world that he did something that made someone else upset. From his own actions. But are you really surprised that he wouldnât care?
The rest of your walk to the elementary school is filled with blasting music in your headphones and a scowl on your face. What was once sadness is now anger. Youâre angry. So fucking angry. Your blood is boiling.
âHow could he?â you exclaim as you barge into the teacherâs lounge.
âWoahââ Aecha observes. âIs this a new print or something?â she asks, referring to your white-brown shirt and pants. âPlease donât tell me this is a new âthingâ? No offense, but itâs kind of ugââ
âNo, itâs that stupid Jungkook-jock-fuckboy-asshole-bitchââ
You silently thank an existing god that the kids have off today.
âJeon Jungkook?â Aechaâs jaw drops.
âDonât even start. I hate that man. Look what he did,â you seethe, slapping your studentâs projects on the table.
âAwww,â Aechaâs eyes go beady, her fingers delicately shifting through the precious artwork. âDid he ruin them?â
âYes,â you fight the urge to swipe all the shit on the coffee bar onto the floor. âYes, he did. And now I have to give these back to the kids, hoping that when theyâre 15 years older they can actually make out what it's saying.â
âIâm sorry,â she pouts. âThatâs really shitty. Did he apologize?â she asks, sorting through the damp papers. âThey donât look too distraught. I can still read them,â she assures you.
âHe apologized as the third phrase he said to me. The first was an âOohh!â accompanied by a mocking laugh and then a âjeez!â Didnât even realize I didnât care about my damn shirt until he pointed out how âshitty my artwork wasâ.â
âWow,â she gapes. âThatâs totally Jungkook, thatâs for sure,â she nods in agreement, thinking upwards. âYou know, now that Iâm imagining the scenario, itâs kinda hot.â
âAecha!â
âOkay listen,â
âNo, I wonât.â
âOkay, fine,â she gives up. You dig underneath the coffee cabinet, pulling out a spare hairdryer and plugging it into the wall. Your school is filled with mostly women teachers, so finding something like this in a coffee room is not that unordinary here. The room is soon loud with the sound of the machine as your try to dry them completely. âYou going to Yoongiâs party, by the way?â she asks you.
You remember Jungkookâs offer to invite you to said party. You scoff at the memory. What was once a plan to tell Yoongi that you were, in fact, going to attend...is now a ânoâ from you. Not when you know Jungkook will be there. He is always there, just too drunk to remember you, probably. He even danced with you a few times, grinding on your ass with a beer in his hand and his other on your waist.
You remember it all too well. That was back when you had positive thoughts about the man. But then he became the captain of the lacrosse team. And then he became obsessed with the amount of âget out of jail freeâ cards he suddenly obtained from his popularity, hotness, and good standing on the school board. When you heard about what he was like from Aecha, your friends, the school news, YouTube, etc., you stopped finding him fancy. You couldnât see the same man you saw that night. Especially not with how he treated you just an hour ago. Sad, but you washed away any hint of a crush you might've had on him after then.
âNo, not anymore,â you reply, loudly speaking over the blow dryer. It is loud enough to where you donât need to yell, but you wouldnât be able to hear her response if you both talked normally.
âWhat?!â she drops her shoulders in disappointment. âBut Hoseok is going to be thereâŠyou told me youâd go with me if he was!â
You know Aecha has been chasing after Hoseok since she first talked with him at last year's party. She doesnât know anyone else who is going besides Yoongi and Hoseok. Being theyâre both men, she doesnât know if she feels 100% comfortable going alone, even though you and her both know they would never dare to hurt her or make her feel unsafe. It is more of a girl codeâarriving and leaving togetherâthan it is anything else. So you understand.
You had forgotten about said agreement, and you groan in frustration. Now, you have no other choice.
âY/n, I need to bag this man. I need to,â her voice is laced with determination. âI am likeâI am tired of waiting and this is my one last chance andââ
âOkay!â you hush her. âFine, Iâll go.
She claps her hands and does a happy dance. You wish you could find her reaction endearing, but now youâre dreading the upcoming events of this party.
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The week is going by fine until you get unexpected amounts of bouquets and Edible Arrangements all addressed to you fromâŠJungkook. You send them all back, just to get an angered Jungkook storming into your office a few days later.
âYou know how expensive those were?!â he half-shouts at you. He quiets his voice, noticing the quiet setting he is in. However, he doesnât seem to care that he has intruded on your space during your work time. He closes the door to your office anyways, trapping you in it with him.
âHow did you get this addressâŠand how do you know I work here?â you interrogate, going back to typing on your computer. The things you type are a mix of keyboard slam and words youâre thinking, faking work at its finest because some abnormally hot jock-asshole needs to make it known that his gifts are not to be returned.
âMin Yoongi is a man of many talents,â he responds. Taking a seat in one of the chairs across from your desk, you watch him as he plays with your nameplate on your desk. âMs. Y/n L/n. Cute.â
You snatch the gold engraved tag out of his hands and place it back on the desk where it was before. âPlease donât touch my thiââ
âSo, you are a teacher, then, I suppose?â he interrupts you. You donât know it, but Jungkook is really trying here. It took a lot and nothing at all for him to walk in here. Truthfully, he has no idea how to apologize to you. A simple, sincere, âsorryâ would probably do it. But he even practiced it in the mirror. Literally impossible. Itâs like his mouth was forbidden to say the word without gagging at himself.
Apologizing was never his strong suit. Before coming to college, he was a good boy. Sweet and kind, never once a popular kid until he hit puberty and was suddenly his high schoolâs prom king. Thatâs when he started doing things he is not that proud of. It became a habit, but the good boy in him has a hard time practicing apologizing. Mainly because... he never really had to do it before becoming a total high school popular kid and a university super-star player.
But he really fucked up this time. And, he was hoping you would just let it go like people always seem to do when he canât admit things correctly. But after seeing that tear fall down your face after you left the shop, that clench in his heart followed as you walked away. He couldn't stop thinking about how bad he felt all week. Those really meant something to you and he knew it. He just didnât know how to admit he was being an asshole.
âI am,â you reply. âYou here for some lessons?â
âStop,â he grins. âTeacherâstudent sex has always been a fantasy of mine.â
âPlease,â you scoff at him. The audacity. âAs if Iâd fulfill that for you.â
âA man can only dream,â he shrugs.
âYeah, well keep doing that. What do you want, Jungkook?â
âI want to know why you sent back my flowers. And my Edible Arrangement! I was fighting the urge not to just eat it when I picked it out for you.â
Truthfully, you were too. You love Edible Arrangements.
âBecause I donât want your sympathy because you realized you were an asshole,â
âWhy not?â
âBecause none of that matters to me. Iâm not an ex-girlfriend who caught you cheating on me. Iâm just a stranger you met last week. I want an apology. An honest apology from you. And thatâs it.â you explain.
Jungkook puffs his cheeks out.
âYouâre difficult,â he raises his eyebrows. âI like that,â he smirks at you.
âI donât have time for your flirting, Jungkook,â you roll your eyes at him, focusing back on your screen. âPlease go home.â
The next time he comes in is around 3pm the following day. The kids are out of school by then, but all your coworkers are still here. So is Jungkook, apparently. Aecha tells you heâs been talking it up with the principal since he got here.
You groan, hoping he is just here to speak with the principal and not you. It is a farfetched hope, though. You donât know what business he has with the principal, or anyone else here besides you, for that matter.
It is around 5 when he barges into your office again. Youâre packing up your things, dreams crushed when you thought you could exit work without running into the alleged lacrosse star.
âHey, sexy,â he flirts, eyeing your flowy, loose, figure-hiding, ugly, dark-brown art dress. You roll your eyes again, knowing heâs making fun of you. It was art day, and you had to wear your paint-stained art-apron dress. Itâs the only one you donât care about other than the shirt he ruined just a week ago.
You ignore his comment, zipping your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.
âReconsidering tutoring?â you mock. Jungkook laughs at you, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. Youâre really cute when you mock him. It kinda gets him going.
âHowâs about 9:00pm next Saturday at Min Yoongiâs?â he asks, trying to get you to go to the party again. Little does he know that youâre going. But you donât want to amuse him too much.
âFunny,â you banter, making your way to the door. But he blocks your path, his arms resting against the door frame as he stares down at you with those white teeth and bunny eyes. You want to squish his cheek between your forefinger and thumb for reasons you donât understand. All he has done is make fun of, flirt, and annoy you since you two met. Why do you feel the heat in your cheeks when he slips a finger underneath your chin, dark eyes staring into your soul? Why does your heartbeat in your throat when you look at the glossiness of his lips so close to your own?
You back away, releasing yourself from his flirtatious actions.
âWhat if I begged on my knees?â he blurts out.
You snort out in laughter at that. The thought of Jungkook: the tall, big guy with tattoos and an award-winning lacrosse scholarship? On his knees in front of you? Begging you to go to some party? Thatâs rich.
Jungkook blushes harder at your laughs. Fuck, your laugh is so cute. He wants to make you laugh like this a lot. Maybe forever, even. Youâre music to his ears.
âWhatâs so funny?â he chuckles with you. âThink I canât?â
âPlease,â you smile wide, a hand covering your mouth, trying not to muster up any more laughs. âThat would be too much. You sure you want to pleasure me?â
Jungkookâs mouth grows dry. UmâŠyes?? He would, in fact, like to pleasure you. Maybe not in that way, but heâd do it if it meant you were pleased with him. Fuck! If only he could admit things properly.
âUm, no, never mindâ he goes against his wish. âI donât think I could stand the content look on your face.â He totally could??? What the hell is he saying?!?
Jungkook runs a hand through his thick, brown locks, looking at you as you die down your laughter. If only you knew heâs been after you since two New Yearâs parties ago. You think he doesnât remember, but he totally does. The way your hips swayed against his, pressing your ass into his front. He remembers how soft your skin felt underneath his tattooed hand. All he remembered is how he wanted to mark you up, kiss the skin of your lips, neck, and shoulders and claim it as his own. But he had one too many drinks that night, and he found himself passed out on Min Yoongiâs couch the next morning. Jungkook started off the New Year with his clothes on, cheeks flushed, a terrible hangover, and no sight of you anywhere.
He had been trying to find you for a while on campus, but little did he know you were all the way on the opposite side of it in the Education sector. When you didnât show up to Yoongiâs New Yearâs Party the following year, he realized he may never see you again. Until he ruined your clothes. And your valuables. And your heart. And god-knows-what else. If only apologizing didnât completely break his fragile ego, maybe he would be kissing you right now. Maybe he could have been spending all his time kissing you and holding you every day since the incident.
âWhatever you say, fuckboy,â you smile at him. âNow let me go â and stop coming into my office. Itâs annoying.â
âPrinciple Green is actually so rad, though. I might come back just for him,â he comments, moving out of your way.
âI donât care who is rad, I donât want you interrupting my work.â
âOh, so Iâm a distraction?â
âNo, youâre a nuisance,â
âOuch,â
âGoodbye, Jungkook,â you flash him a grin, turning off the lights in your office. You look at Aecha in the teacher's lounge where you exit. She is completely baffled, eyes wide, her mouth dropped, and her bagel falling out of her hands and onto the table. Cream-cheese side down. She heard everything, and you know what sheâs thinking.
Luckily, you can leave without either of them making conversation with you.
Entering your car, you let out a huge breath you didnât know youâd been holding in. You look at yourself in your sun blocker's mirror. Cheeks red and lips cracked from all the laughing, youâre a total mess! As if your crush on Jungkook is coming back. It canât be. Heâs a total asshole now.
But a charming asshole.
Fuck! Stop it, y/n. You canât do this to yourself.
And so, you donât. You blast your music and drive away, pretending you donât see a waving, smiling Jungkook from the schoolâs entrance in your rearview mirror.
----
Three knocks on your door and an uninvited Jungkook makes his way into your office. Again.
Jeon Jungkook.
The name makes you hurl a little in your mouth. Yesterdayâs lunch makes its way to the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, telling yourself to be strong and that he will go away soon.
Last night, after Jungkookâs daily visit to your office (one that ended up with a 3-hour conversation about how Thor is the best Avenger next to Spider-Man), you realized that itâs been almost two weeks since you met him in the coffee shop. Almost two weeks and you have yet to receive a proper apology like you had asked him to give you the first time he visited you at work.
This is the 7th visit since two weeks ago, and still no apology. Despite his charm and how easily you were almost tricked into letting it all go, you remembered you were still supposed to be mad at him. And that you should still be mad at him no matter how many bunny-smiles, flirtatious comments, and talks about the Avengers and Principle Green that shoots straight to your heart. And to other placesâŠ
âSo,â he banters a smile at you. That stupid yellow and blue lacrosse bomber jacket puffs out around his shoulders, the number â07â poking out in the ugliest school-spirit font youâve ever seen on his sleeves. His elbows rest on your desk, arms delicately pushing some of your papers and trinkets out of his way. The action only fuels your anger.
â7 oâclock. You and me. Chipotle.â
âIn your dreams, fuckboy,â you scoff. The audacity he has to ask you out. The audacity he has to find the school you intern at (literally on your universities campus, but still), interrupt your work, and ask you on a date for the nth time since the start of this week.
You think this might be the 5th time since Sunday heâs asked you out on a date. And itâs only Wednesday.
âWoah, why the âtude?â he defends, putting his palms up as he slides back into his âdesignatedâ chair in your office.
âThere is no âtude.â
âThere totally is âtude!â
You glare at him from over your laptop screen. "See!â he points at your scowl.
âJungkook, get out please,â you sigh. You really donât want to deal with his antics today.
âWhat? Why?â he asks you. His voice is defensive like you just told him his dick is short and thin. Which, it totally is not by the way. Heâd tell you about it, but it doesnât appear like youâre up for that conversation.
âBecause, Jungkook, Iâm done with this.â
âWith what?" he scoffs. "Weâre not even a âthisâ,â he says the last part with finger air quotes.
âExactly, so please stop visiting me. I donât want your distractions to make me forget about the fact that you still havenât apologized.â
âOh, please, y/n,â he drags out a laugh, slouching on your chair. âI donât even need to apologize. They were just some shitty drawings. I can assure you that if you go back into that classroom and call an âart seshâ theyâd make up a bunch of equally as shitty pieces for you.â
You can feel your fingers nearly breaking the screen of your laptop before shutting it close. You stand up in your seat, motioning your finger toward the door. âGet out.â
Jungkook knows he stepped over the line with that one. He really doesnât know what the hell heâs saying. He knows those meant something to you! Why is he acting like he doesnât? Why does he choose to say words that hurt you? It only hurts him, knowing that even though he wants so badly to be the person that comforts you and who tells you youâre okay; saying the opposite is only going to make it worse.
Duh!
Right now, he wants to beat himself up so badly that heâs lost the ability to speak another word.
That clenching feeling he has in his chest is back. He can see the anger in your heart, reaching out to protect the innocence of your students. Itâs endearing, really. But heâs in the crossfire. And heâs on the side of your wrath he doesnât want to be on. Heâs the reason youâre protecting your students in their absence. He is the reason why you might never forgive him for this one.
âY/n, I,â he stutters, standing up. He really thinks heâs about to apologize until something within himself blocks him from doing so again. His heart wants to say it, but his egotistical brain isnât allowing him. âI didnât mean it like that.â
âThen what did you mean it as?â you ask him. Hands running through your hair, you laugh at yourself in disbelief. âYou know, I donât even know why Iâm asking you that. I donât even know why I expect anything from you at all. All youâve been doing since you got your damn scholarship and your damn popularity has been treating others like how you are treating me right now. Like their feelings donât matter, like no one else exists in this world besides Jeon Jungkook. Maybe if you had a project like the one I assigned to my students, then maybe youâd have a reason to look back on what it means to be kind to others. Maybe youâd realize that people get hurt because of people like you. Me included. So please, leave my office and donât show your face in this school ever again.â
Jungkook is at a loss for words. What can he say? You called his bluff. He taught himself how to block out others as a defense mechanism a long time ago. Its consequence: confidence as a new defense mechanism. Confidence is always good, right? So why it felt wrong when he started showing that side of him 100% more than it was before was beyond him. And, well, this is why it felt so wrong. He's lost the ability to humble himself down. And he hurt you because of it. Heâs hurt a lot of people because of it. If only he knew how to balance himself properly.
Jungkook leaves your office, not batting an eye at you, feeling like a student who just got expelled. The jock in him would say it was hot, but that part of him is not there. Nothing but shame fills his body. He feels ashamed of himself. Especially as he catches light of one of the coffee-stained projects on the lounge-room walls.
[I love my _______ because it makes me feel ________] is the prompt. This one had the most outrageous spelling he thinks heâs ever seen. Backward âeââs and random capitalization and sizing and all. But he makes out âheartâ and âwantedâ.
Something in him pulls on his heartstrings again. He can see why those projects meant so much to you. Just that one simple response was enough to feel regret all the way from the follicles of his scalp to his big toe, as if he didnât regret it already. How is he going to make it up to you? He has no idea. But he canât lose sight of you, even when he knows he's pissed you off and hurt you. He has to find a way to make it right.
He has to apologize. Sincerely. Like heâs been practicing in the mirror and with his roommates, Taehyung and Jin, for the past two weeks. Itâs easier with them. They donât make his heart beat abnormally fast. They donât send smiles (other than teasing, antagonizing ones that make him feel embarrassed and give up) that make him want to kiss you until youâre breathless beneath him.
But he needs to. And it needs to happen soon.
----
âSo,â you smile at Aecha across your kitchen counter. Sheâs wearing the skimpiest hot pink dress you have ever seen. No doubt trying to be a tease for Hoseok. No one would guess sheâs a preschool teacher with the way sheâs dressed. âWhatâs the plan?â
She turns around, pinning the last bobby pin in her stiff, hair-sprayed-bobby pinned high bun.
âOkay,â she smiles. âWe go in, right? Then I see Hoseok. Then we dance. Then we kiss. Then we fââ
âOkay!â you stop her, laughing. âI get it. Go in, dance, fuck. What do I do?â
âHmmm,â she thinks. âDrink?? Get high? Maybe mock my actions on a certain captain of the lacrosse teamâŠ?â
You give her a knowing look.
âI know!â she puts her hands up. âWas just a thought.â
A great thought, at that. Youâve been wanting to jump his bones since three New Year's parties ago. But youâve long accepted thatâs no longer on your agenda. Jungkook has proven to you that he is a lost cause. You canât expect anything from him, no matter how charming his smile is, no matter how well he dances, or how his touch makes butterflies flow through every vein in your body.
You have to put him in the back of your mind and move on. Maybe tonight you can find someone to do that with.
âYou know that guy from Bread Club?â you ask her, fingers pinching the skin between your eyebrows in thought.
âWhich one? That club was full of male nerdâoh! The hot one? Park Jimin?â she recalls.
âYes!â you exclaim. âHim! Do you know if he is coming?â
âOooooo,â she coos at you. âDoes y/n see a potential crush on bread-boy Jimin?â
âNot a crush. Although, he is really handsome.â you blush. âI just never gave him a proper chance.â
âYouâre right. I did suspect an underlying mutual attraction. My guess would be that he is going. Iâm pretty sure heâs with that whole group. If Iâm not mistaken, I want to say heâs Taehyungâs brother. Tae rooms with Jungkook and Jin.â
âAh,â you nod, understanding the explanation. Although, all you hear is Jungkook. You hate that even his name in a conversation not even about him puts a sad feeling in your heart. You really do pity him. You also really want to forgive him. But after what he said back in your office, you donât think you have the means to. His words hurt. They always do. But, he doesnât know how to apologize. At least not to you. You remember how Aecha was surprised when you explained the situation and told her that he still hasnât apologized since the incident. It made you wonder if you were the only person he refuses to apologize to.
âOkay, Iâm ready. We both look hot. Letâs go,â Aecha says, matter-of-fact. She slaps her pocket mirror closed and shoves it into her purse.
----
You arrive at the sickest party Min Yoongi has ever hosted. Jungkook was right, this yearâs party is a banger. Endless drinks, endless space for dancing, endless games, and endless menâŠboy you have many options tonight.
Aecha claps your shoulder in excitement, telling you that she sees her prey. You understand, letting her make her progress towards bagging Hoseok.
You continue smiling until your eyes land on Jungkookâs. Heâs at the beer pong table, a beer in one hand and a pong in the other, ready to throw his next shot. Although, his progress towards throwing it stops when he sees you.
Youâd be lying if you said you didnât want to keep looking at him. Dressed in all black with silver accents accompanying his wrists, ears, eyebrows, and lips. One could say he completely complemented your own outfit.
The fact only makes your heart hurt more. Why? You donât know. You dropped him. Heâs done. Wasnât even a crush for longer than a day three years ago. Why youâre so hung up on him, you donât know. The realization has you tearing your eyes away from his man-bun that looks too perfect framing his face, and onto the drinks in the room next to you.
You grab a shot or two. Or three. Or four. But whoâs counting? Itâs New Yearâs Eve, youâre single, have nothing to lose, and have strange feelings toward a man you want to forget. Tonight is the night to get so wasted that you end up achieving that goal.
You think you will be successful when a familiar voice calls your name. Turning around, your eyes meet with Park Jiminâs. The bread-boy. Just the man you wanted to see tonight.
âJimin!â you hug him. âNo way! How long has it been since we baked banana nut bread together?!â
Jimin laughs out loud, hugging you back. âAbout a year, Iâd say,â he smiles. His smile is really cute, reaching from cheek to cheek with that insanely addicting voice of liquid he uses to coat his words. âYouâre looking really good tonight, Y/n.â Maybe he will be your saving grace tonight, after all.
âThanks,â you smile. âYouâre not looking too bad yourself.â
âGlad to know youâre pleased.â
âI am,â you smirk. âSomewhat.â
âOh?â he raises an eyebrow.
âCome,â you change the subject. For some reason, flirting with Jimin feels wrong. Even though you want parts of him, even though you want to be able to flirt with him, something about it just doesnât feel right. Maybe itâs the intense eyes you feel at the back of your head when you dance on Jimin in the middle of the dance floor. Maybe itâs when you kiss Jimin that you feel as if youâre imagining itâs Jungkook who youâre pressing your lips to.
Itâs all wrong. Everything is wrong.
But Jimin touches you like it is right, and you feel somewhat assured until an extra hand is pulling you away from him. Suddenly, youâre drunken vision sees Jimin standing on the dance floor moving farther and farther away from you as this mystery person takes you away from him. Stumbling to keep up with this personâs pace, you turn around and attempt to pry off the strong arm that wraps around your wrist.
âWha-What do youâwho are you?â you ask this person. It isnât until you realize that the personâs arm is tattooed. It isnât until you realize that these tattoos are familiar and that they belong to Jeon Jungkook. âJungkook, let go!â
To which he does, but only when heâs pulled you out of the house and into the alleyway between another house and Yoongiâs. Jungkook pins you against the wall, his forearms pressing against the brick next to your ears.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â he demands, voice low and eyes foreboding. Those eyes youâve never seen before. Theyâre dark and angry; far, far away from his playful innocent-looking ones. They scare you a little. But youâve always been good at facing your fears.
âIâm having fun,â you respond, not a smidge of the jitters you're feeling consuming your voice. âWhat are you doing?â
âMaking sure you donât make any mistakes,â he responds.
âHah!â you laugh, the alcohol causing you to tilt your head back harshly. You forget thereâs brick there, and youâre thankful Jungkookâs reflexes are fast enough to slide his hand beneath your head before it smacked against the brick. âYouâre so funny, Kook. You know, thatâs actually a good idea. Because the last time I danced on someone like that was with you. And I really regret that.â
Jungkookâs heart pangs in his chest, showing how your words affected him so by closing in on you. His face towers over yours, even though heâs been trying to keep his height as level with you as he can by bending his body at his hips to match your own height. But the closer he gets, the taller he becomes, and the more you have to look up in order to look into his eyes.
You can smell the cologne on his body along with the faint smell of booze on his breath. You hate how his scent makes you fawn over him. All you want to do is kiss him silly. But youâre still mad at him. You're still arguing with him right now.
âYou donât,â he scowls, more so at himself for letting it get this far. The sight of Jimin holding you like that when it was supposed to be him made his blood boil. Fury grew in his veins as he realized he needed to make this right. Right now. Before itâs too late and youâre truly moving on.
âAnd what if I do, Jungkook?â you lower your voice, words feeling heavy on your mouth. âWhat if I regret letting my feelings continuously be hurt by you?â
âAnd what if I told you that I regret it,â he holds your chin in his fingers. âSaying those things to you. I do, y/n. I regret it, and I donât know why I kept saying those things. And I-Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you.â
You pause at his apology. Are you hearing this right? Did Jeon Jungkook just apologize to you? Twice??
âW-Well,â you stutter. Tears start to brim your eyes again for reasons you donât understand. Maybe because youâre a crybaby. Maybe because this was your reason for not chasing after the man you liked so much. Maybe because his apology gives you the âgoâ for smashing your lips onto his, feeling his honey lips collide with yours.
Theyâre just as soft as you imagined they would be. And god, is he a good kisser. His lips alone make a pool in your panties. Your hands slide around his neck, fingertips intertwining in his tied-up locks.
Jungkookâs body nearly stutters when you kiss him. Out of all things, this was the last he expected. Maybe a well-deserved slap or a kick on the shin, but never the feeling of your embrace.
Nevertheless, he doesnât complain one bit. Heâs been dying to feel you. Your lips on his was an imagery he thought he would never have the chance to live out. But, here you are, holding his body close and kissing him like he is the last person you will ever have the chance to kiss in your life.
Desperation crawls into his veins, lifting you up around his waist, and pressing you against the wall.
Heâs been craving this for far too long. Craving you for too long. Jungkook canât stop touching you, your body is just as soft as he remembered. His curiosity begs him to explore more and more of you. But heâs done enough without your permission. So he waits, continuing to kiss you until you take control.
âIâve been dying to have you like this,â you say between trailing kisses down to his neck. Jungkook moans as you find his sweet spot, and you think it was the prettiest thing you have ever heard in your lifetime. Sucking on the spot, he raises his chest, trying to control his pleasure but nonetheless fails when you bite down on him.
âY-Y/n,â he calls out your name, just loud enough for you to hear. His breath tickles your name on the shell of your ear, and you think you might have gushed arousal out of your cunt. âNot here,â he pants, trapping your chin between his fingers again. He motions your jaw up to his, tempting himself with light scrapes of his lips touching yours. âI donât want anyone else to see you.â
âThen where?â you whisper back at him. It is so hard not to smash your lips onto his again, but you want this to continue. And if Jungkook wants you where no one but himself can see you, then youâre bound to be wherever that is.
âMy place,â he brushes his nose against your cheek before returning your trail of kisses on his neck back to yours. âNo oneâs home. I brought a car.â He sucks your neck, leaving bruises all over. He's determined to find not just one sweet spot of yours, but to find them all.
âWh-Why not the car?â you ask between moans. Jungkook is so good at this. Heâs suede and smooth with his touches, hot and passionate with his kisses. He knows how to make you puddy in his hands.
Jungkook chuckles in your ear. âNot with the things I want to do to you,â he bites down on your neck, eliciting a sweet panted moan from your throat. âThat wonât work.â
âThen letâs go,â you hold his neck firmly in your palms, stopping him from his parade of kisses. âI donât want to waste more time.â
âSomeoneâs eager,â Jungkook smirks, kissing you once before setting you down and taking his keys out of his pocket.
âYou have no idea.â
----
The ride over to Jungkookâs is spent palming him in the driverâs seat and Jungkook struggling to focus on the road. Heâs not as consumed with alcohol as you might be, even though the effects of it on you stopped midway through making out with Jungkook back at Yoongiâs.
You know youâre doomed when the car abruptly stops. His fist pushes the stick into park, and he rips open the car door, walking around the front of it to come over to you.
Youâre still tipsy, however. So, when youâre met with Jungkookâs erection right in your face you canât help but laugh a little.
âWhatâs so funny?â he asks you, a little pissed off at your laughter. Itâs hot.
Trailing a finger on the zipper to his black jeans, you outline the length of his cock slowly, admiring its size right in front of you. You dream of it fucking you, as if the man in front of you wasnât on a mission to check that off your list right now.
âYouâre so big,â you sigh like a teenage girl. âI want you inside of me, Jungkook,â you smirk, looking up at him from the passenger seat. Jungkook swears his heart leaps out of his chest. He thinks his voice might crack if he says another word, so he clears his throat, dick twitching simultaneously, before he responds.
âThen, câmon,â he takes your hand, pulling you up and out of the car. âWeâre here.â Jungkook smiles at you sweetly. He almost thinks that he should just wait until the morning to fuck you because of your tipsy-drunk moment until youâre kissing and palming him again. Jungkook moans into your mouth, stumbling with you toward his townhomeâs entrance. Key fob in hand, Jungkook presses it underneath the door nob, hearing a sound of approval from the security system not long after.
âTeasing me in the car,â he growls against your ear, pushing you against the nearest wall once the door to his home shuts. âYou think you werenât going to get punished for that?â
All you can do is moan. Jungkookâs hands waste no time ripping off every piece of clothing you have on, dying to see you in all your glory.
âHoly fuck,â he pants. Itâs almost as if heâs cumming his pants right now at the sight of you. âYouâre gorgeous, Y/n,â
You canât help but blush a little, his glare on you makes you think that heâs not actually saying these things about your body. Not this man. Not the ripped, 6-packed athlete with incredible strength and muscles that could pop you with one headlock around the neck. Maybe it's the booze.
âTake your clothes off, fuckboy,â you demand.
Jungkook shimmies off his black blazer, eyes still on your tits. He wants to suck them and leave marks all over the softness of them. He wants you to be completely covered in him tomorrow morning.
âDonât call me that,â he walks closer to you, trapping your naked body between his half-clothed one. âIâm not a fuckboy.â he replies, taking off his mock-turtle neck tanktop. You thought it was tight enough on him before, but the sight of his muscles underneath the shirt makes you realize that the shirt did not do him enough justice. Never in a million years did you think Jungkook was this ripped. He basically has boobs. He could probably fit into your braâŠ
âThen what are you?â you ghost against his lips.
He would like to say âyoursâ, but he remembers that youâre still tipsy. Would you agree to that? Do you still hate him? He'd like to think 'no' considering how you two are both eager to have each other right now, but he's got a lot of things to ask and make up to you before any titles are made. So he holds off.
âWe can decide that in the morning,â he settles on, flashing you a small smile before delving into your lips. His chest is firm against yours, his back so wide, you struggle to wrap your arms around it as he leads you to what you assume is his bedroom.
His room is just as you expected it would be. Covered in trophies and pictures, as neat and organized as you expected. But what really catches you off guard is how comfortable his bed is. The smell of him engulfs you as he gently places you on his bed. You think about how this night would be if you decided to fuck in the car. How you wouldn't be able to see this view on top of you so clearly if you did. Youâre thankful Jungkook insisted on his bedroom. Now, you can see his handsome face clearly in the lighting of his room as he pulls his pants down to his ankles, leaving himself in a pair of white Calvins. They do nothing to hide the length and girth of his cock, and you shutter knowing that heâs going to completely rip you open.
âDonât worry, Iâll prep you,â he whispers in your ear, sensing your worry. Jungkookâs lips find your neck again, gently kissing his previously left bruises before leaving more of them on the areas of your clavicle and chest.
âWhat if I donât want to be prepped?â you whimper, back arching into his chest when his mouth engulfs your nipple, sucking on it hard. âW-What if I want you ri-right now?â
Jungkook laughs deeply as he twirls your nipple around with his tongue. He releases you with a quick âpopâ, which makes your head fall back in pleasure. You can feel Jungkookâs body moving up to come face-to-face with yours. âPatience,â he gives you a quick kiss. âI refuse to hurt you any more than I have already.â
âJungkook,â you coo, holding his jaw in your palm. He looks ashamed of himself. Youâve never seen this side of him, and it feels good knowing that he does harbor those kinds of feelings. Especially since he is comfortable with you seeing him display them. âI forgive you, Kook.â
âYou shouldnât,â he buries his face in your neck again, kissing you lightly as his hand trails down to your wet cunt. His fingers find your clit. You moan when he starts circling slow infinities on the sensitive bud.
âBut I do, Jungkook,â you pant, hand coming up to drag your fingers through his hair. You pull out his bun, watching as his hair falls over the crown of his head and onto your skin. It smells like coconut, and you canât help but bury your nose in it as he continues to gather your juices on his fingertips.
âI was bad to you,â he grumbles against your neck. This time, his fingers circle your entrance. Legs wrapping around his hips, you invite his fingers inside, to which he obliges. Just his index finger feels you first. Jungkook ruts against the mattress at the feeling, imagining the walls that squeeze his finger tight around his cock. Yeah, you definitely need prepping.
âBut, you apologized,â you whisper to him, massaging his scalp. Your hips twitch when he adds another finger. You canât imagine the size of him in you like this. Two of his massive fingers are enough to make you feel close to cumming around them. Heâs going to be the death of you.
Pumping in and out of you, Jungkook moves his head to face yours, his nose kissing your own.
âIâm sorry,â he says once again. âIâm sorry for spilling coffee on you, and being an asshole, and making fun of your studentâs art, and showing up at your work, and pissing you off, and making you hate me so much youââ
âJ-Jungkook,â you stop him. Itâs hard to concentrate on a response when his pace quickens with every mention of something he did wrong, as if he was getting angrier the more he realized how much he did to hurt you.
âAll I wanted to do was the opposite of what I did,â he kisses your cheek. âB-But itâs hard for me to face negativity without being cocky and stupid about it. I thought that by making it worse, I could make it better.â
âWhat a strange tactic,â you chuckle against his cheek. Your heart thumps when he flashes you a smile, telling you with his eyes that heâd never do something like that to you ever again. âIâm proud of you.â You smile.
âS-Stop,â Jungkook adds his thumb to your clit as his fingers continue to fuck you slowly. The addition causes you to arch your back into him. Jungkook takes the opportunity to wrap his arm underneath your spine, holding you secure against his body. âYouâre going to make me want to claim you if you say that kind of shit to me.â
âWhat if I want you to claim me?â you challenge.
Jungkook nearly growls into your neck, fighting the urge to just flip you over and ravage you. âStop doing that to me, y/n,â
He feels your fingers start to tug at the rim of his boxers, and Jungkook canât be any more excited to feel you around him. He presses one more finger into you before allowing you to shove his boxers halfway down his thighs.
Jungkook moans at the feeling of your soft fingers around his cock, head falling into the crevice of your neck again. His dick is red and angry and begging to fuck you hard and deep. You swirl the precum that leaks from him and circle it around his cockhead, eliciting a strained moan into the skin by your ear from the man above you. His hips jerk at the sudden movement, preparing themselves to fuck you hard and fast.
âI think Iâm ready, Kook,â you whisper into his hair.
Jungkook detaches himself from your neck, standing up to quickly knock off his boxers onto the floor. He takes your calves in his hands, spreading you before his fingertips spread your pussy open slowly. Jungkook takes a long look at you. You're basically drooling from your cunt, the slick creating shiny lines off his fingers as he moves them up and off your pussy. Glistening and pulsing for him to fill you up, he knows youâre going to be a tight fit. The fact only excites him further.
He pulls himself onto the bed, pushing your thighs up with his body. Pumping his cock a few times, he lines you up with his dick, pressing his cockhead against your slick.
âYou sure you want this?â he leans down to your face. Your thighs are trapped against your torso, Jungkook folding you up for him nice and good. You appreciate that he doesnât do a thing without your consent, that he doesnât dare to do anything unless youâre comfortable. A complete 180 from the emotionally constipated Jungkook youâve been experiencing for the past two weeks.
You nod to him, looking into his eyes. But this doesnât satisfy him.
âI need a verbal answer, y/n,â he kisses your cheek, dick rubbing up and down your warm entrance.
âYes, Jungkook. I want you,â you lean into his cheek.
The feeling of his girth stretching you open is enough for you to dig your nails into the smooth skin of his back. Never in a million years did you think youâd be stretched this good.
He doesnât go in all the way, letting you adjust to his girth before slipping his length all the way into you.
You swear his tip kisses your cervix. When he pulls out and slams back into you, you can confirm that he did, in fact, kiss it. Jungkook moans against you, gripping your hands in his own and pinning them above your head. His hips are strong, slamming into you with everything he has left in him. Youâre a goddess below him, legs around his shoulders, fingers digging into the upper side of his palm, tears streaming down your cheeks as you feel all he is giving you.
âF-Faster,â you beg. Jungkook is happy to obey.
He takes your hips and flips you over, his hands pressing against the upper of your back, pushing your chest down into his sheets. Once satisfied, Jungkook firmly grabs your hips and pistons into you faster, just like you wanted. Youâre a moaning mess beneath him, fingers gripping the sheets, legs twitching in resistance as he fucks into you like a madman. His nose is crunched, lip bleeding between his teeth as he tries to hold back his orgasm. Usually, he never feels ready to release this early. But, youâre the girl heâs always wanted. And now youâre in his bed, begging him to fuck you without prepping you and go faster and claim you, andâgod, it's all too perfect. Youâre too perfect.
Your moans are like honey in his ears, the sweetest music heâs ever heard. He slaps your ass hardâonce, twice, so many times. You scream to it all, each one pushing you over the edge.
âThis is mine, you hear?â he growls from behind you, gripping your ass in his hand before slapping it again. âYou hear me?â he asks again, gripping your hips tighter and forcibly slapping them against his own hips. The impact makes you gush around him, your high following his forcefulness in squirts of your release. You donât see it, but Jungkookâs eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight. No way did you just squirt all over his cock. Can this night get any better?
Maybe it can, because he feels his own release closely following. But he edges himself, pulling out of you to look at the mess you made instead of chasing his high.
Youâre so embarrassed, digging your face into your hands as you hear him press his hand into his sopping wet duvet cover.
âI-Iâm so sorry,â you whimper. You refuse to meet his eyes, even when he flips you over and sits next to your face.
âCâmere,â he pats his lap.
âJungkook,â you whine, absolutely mortified. Is he mad? You canât tell. He hasnât mentioned anything about your release.
âBaby, come here,â he speaks to you with honey laced in his voice. Your heart thumps at the fact that he called you âbabyâ. Were your dreams coming true?
You gather yourself and weakly climb onto his lap, immediately digging your face into his shoulder.
âWas that bad? You didnât cum,â you ask him, voice trembling into his neck. God, this is so mortifying. âI wonât do it again, I proââ
âLike fucking hell you wonât,â he holds your waist firmly again. âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen y/n,â he bites your ear. âItâs taking everything in me not to be gentle with you right now.â
Your eyes meet his hungered ones. You were wrong, and you know it not only from him saying so but also from his pulsating cock below. It is twitching and leaking with so much precum, you almost think that it is his cum itself if it werenât for the clearness of it. And then you realize that heâs edging himself.
âI-I want this to last longer, but I donât want to hurt you cause Iââ his head falls back in a strained moan when you press a finger to his tip, playing with the precum leaking down himself. âCause I know I will if you donât take control of me right nowâŠso, ride me,â he demands.
You kiss his neck, feeling lighter that you made him feel strong enough to nearly lose his control just from your orgasm. With power in your hands, you lift your hips just enough to hover your pussy over his twitching cock, sliding down slowly.
Jungkookâs hands come to your hips again, completely out of breath. âH-Holy shit, y/n,â he gasps when he stares down at his dick disappearing and reappearing as you bounce on his cock. âGod, youâre going to murder me, arenât you?â
You laugh at his comment. Although, heâs far from laughing, focusing all his energy on controlling his orgasm. Face falling into your neck, heâs mumbling things you donât understand as you massage his sweaty scalp again. He moans at your touch, feeling overly sensitive and extremely, beyond-belief, horny. He wants to cum so bad, but he also wants this to last.
âYou can cum, Kook,â you whisper into his scalp. You donât know if you have it in you to cum again. Squirting is so powerful, and it usually takes everything out of you. But you might, considering you have the strength to ride him to no tomorrow. âItâs okay.â
âN-No,â he breathes against your neck, panting. âCanât. Want it to last.â
âDonât worry,â you laugh against his cheek. âI donât plan on making you a one-night, Jungkook.â
âA-Ah,â his hips twitch into you. âI-um, ffuccck, y/n!â he sways your hips back and forth on his cock rapidly. âY-You sure? Itâs going to be a lot.â
âMhm,â you smile down at him.
âFuck, o-okay,â he breathes out shakily. Jungkook then bucks his hips fast into yours from underneath you, unrelenting and ruthless. You feel his hot ropes fill you up just seconds later. For what feels like a full minute of him pumping his cum into you, his face resting against your breasts in fucked-out glory.
You two rest there, letting his cum pool at the connection of your bodies while you rest against each other. What finally breaks you out of your own daze is the sound of fireworks just outside Jungkook's bedroom window.
You can see the array of colors lighting up the sky, his digital clock on his nightstand reading 12:00am.
âHey,â you whisper into his hair, kissing his sweaty scalp. âHappy New Year.â
Jungkook detaches his cheek from your chest, bringing his face up to graze his nose against yours. Smiling into your lips he whispers,
âIâm gonna make it right, y/n. This will be our year.â
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[Bonus]
[Aecha]: Hope you got home okay.
[Aecha]: Ended up a little stuck between Hoseokâs thighs.
[Y/n]: Funny story.
[Y/n]: I never made it home last night.
[Aecha]: WHAT?!
[Aecha]: Are you okay??
[Y/n]: More than okay.
y/n sent an image
[Aecha]: No
[Aecha]: Fucking
[Aecha]: Way
[Aecha]: IâAKJDAKSJHFJKASFKLDJSAFKLJSFA!!! Y/N!!!!
[Y/n]: So like.
[Y/n]: Iâm no longer a single lady?
[Aecha]: AHHHHHHHHH Y/N!!!!!
[Aecha]: JESUS DID HE LEAVE ANY INCH OF YOUR SKIN Y/S/C?!?
[Y/n]: We had a lot ofâŠcatching up to do lol.
[Aecha]: Iâd say.
[Aecha]: Iâm the maid of honor. Understand me?
[Y/n]: Lol. You got it.
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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]