Please Please More Chapters Of University Superstar

please please more chapters of University Superstar🙏🏻🙏🏻😍

I absolutely will! Working on it rn! 🧞‍♀️

I have a few scenarios planned out in my head, but school is nuts and life is even more nuts, so Imma try and get them out as fast as time allows me to.

Nepenthe - University Superstar Drabble 3

Nepenthe - [N]. Something that can make you forget grief or suffering

[Summary]: Jungkook’s life has always been a polarizing battle. It has been pushed and pulled from a constant fight about which should take control: his heart, or his brain? He could never balance it all, the overwhelming emotions too much to even out all by himself. But when he met you…all of that disappeared. When he met you, he felt both organs rest, allowing him to embrace all that is life, and all that is you.

[Theme]: Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, Friends(?)ToLovers!AU, EnimeisToLovers!AU, Inside the mind of Jeon Jungkook

[Rating]: 18+ for mentions of the deed, fluff (so many tingling feelings), a slight hint of cheating (if you'll call it that [I feel like everyone has a different boundary with what they associate as cheating, so I'll put this here and leave it for you to decide])

[Word Count]: 1,545

[A/n]: Not me setting my expectations for men to the highest standard with this drabble. Read with caution.

[Masterlist]

Jungkook was the quiet boy. He always kept to himself, just bunny smiles and wide eyes as he went about his younger years.

The boy was good. Never had to flip his green card to yellow or red in his life — minus the one time he accidentally hurt a girl's feelings in the second grade for calling her pigtails uneven.

He never missed a day of class, never once received a grade lower than a C+, and never got involved in drama or fights.

Every day was a blessing when he was growing up. His parents taught him well, giving their son their best heretic traits of pure goodness to Jungkook to go about his life with. He was giving and generous with his friends, even more so to strangers. Always giving up his favorite things to make someone feel better or sacrificing his time to spend a little extra with someone who needed him near. Beyond humble and caring he was, always the teacher’s favorite student.

But that was Jungkook. He was the good boy. Until he came face-to-face with puberty.

Junior High was dreadful. That goodness he went about life in started to not make sense. He was angry and breaking out in pimples and his voice started cracking with every breath he took. In what world would holding goodness be okay when the growing pains in his shin provoked him to quit the soccer team?

It was a mess. He was a mess.

And he was so unbelievably horny.

It was embarrassing how horny he was.

In the eighth grade, he was chosen to be the class speaker at his graduation ceremony. However, as he stood up there, all he could think about was whether or not the crowd could see the massive boner he waist-banding under his belt buckle. It was as if he was sporting a hard-on with every breath he took, and suddenly he realized that his right hand became much stronger than his left.

The next two years couldn’t have gone by any quicker, because soon Jungkook was the most popular kid in his high school. His sophomore year was by far the easiest with the way he was climbing up in popularity.

Jungkook was in every upper math class, honors, and AP course a person could possibly have the opportunity to fit into one semester. Despite being in classes with total nerds and questionable individuals, the minute he exited his upper-level courses, he was bombarded with the cheerleading team sticking their boobs in his face and his own friends fighting to ask him when he had the next day off practice to hang out together.

He would have guessed it was from his final stages of puberty. Finally, that crack in his voice was gone, and the pains in his bones were starting to fade. Besides, he was pulling so many women, he started getting tested every week just to make sure that he wasn’t overdoing it with how much sex he was having.

By his senior year of high school, he was one of the tallest, most athletic kids in the class. And, as if no one was expecting it at all, he was elected his high school's prom king.

Through it all, Jungkook still didn’t find much reason to apologize. It was a strange word coming from his lips. He had always respected others enough to the point where it was rare that he really did anything wrong. Not because he was a person who didn’t have any negative thoughts or who didn’t indulge in negative actions. But Jungkook was always good at blending. If he wanted to do something bad, he did it with others. If he had negative thoughts, he pretended he didn’t. Big walls and big problems formed from his very own defense mechanism to never have to run into upsetting someone else from his presence.

His “jockiness” formed with his first girlfriend, Park Haneul. She was quite the opposite of Jungkook. If she had a problem, she’d say it right then and there with no warning or build-up to coat any of her insults. She also constantly had a problem with Jungkook, which made it really hard for him to understand why. He felt like he was doing all the right things — he listened to her, let her cry on his shoulder, hugged her when she was feeling down, made her tea when she was angry, gave up almost all his time for her, took her out on the over-ly expensive dates she demanded as a “make-up” technique. He did it all, and yet there were still fights and a dissatisfied girlfriend by the end of the day.

When he finally got fed up after being yelled at and told that he wasn’t being a good boyfriend, he figured he needed to say that he was sorry to make it right. However, it was really hard for him to muster the words to apologize.

Instead? He coated himself with the biggest percentage of confidence within himself that he could bring out.

And, well.

It worked.

His relationship with Haneul began to feel like a ride in a Rolls-Royce. Not a singular bump in the road or crack in the windshield could be felt. His relationship with her was smooth sailing. However, just because he couldn’t feel the bumps in the road or the cracks in the windshield, doesn’t mean they weren’t there.

Three years rolled by, and he couldn’t do it anymore. There was no "pop", no drive that made him feel this overwhelming sense of love he knew he was supposed to feel when she told him she loved him. It wasn't fair to either of them, and he couldn't take it anymore. Not when he realized that he wasn’t feeling anything when he looked into her eyes. Not when he looked in yours and felt the life of passion you lived through them.

He wanted that. He wanted to hold your face and stare into your eyes until he could learn how it felt to feel like you did. He wanted to be near you; to watch that fire in your eyes teach him how to live as you warmed his soul while doing so.

And so, he left in search of your fire. He searched and searched and searched until he found it in a coffee shop, covered in his coffee. With just a bat of your eyes, you became a nepenthe to him. Years of pining and tensity he spent while trying to find you lifted, and that desire to join you in life came back.

It was a strong desire for Jungkook to be everything to you. To be the reason you light up in flames and laugh until your stomach hurts and to be the person you run to when you need to feel safe. He wanted to do everything to you that you did to him. And he soon found himself in a crossfire between who he was in elementary school and who he was in high school. A heart of humility and good, so full of passion and warmth, competing with his defensive brain who so brutally reminded him of all the walls he built in order to protect that special heart of his.

It took reality to break his wall. While your aura warmed him, it also warmed everyone else. And you were in high demand to light aflame to whoever captured it first.

But the fact angered Jungkook. You’re not to be captured. You’re to be spread, just like a fire naturally would. And if he had to spend the rest of his life protecting your flame from those who dared misunderstood it, then he was going to do it with everything he had.

The intimacy of being understood was what made him fall in love with you. Though you slowly began melting his candle into the pores of your heart, that look in your eyes sped up the process. It was as if you held him hostage as you nodded your head, telling him that you understood, telling him that you loved him. Euphoria ripped through his body, that feeling of falling in love for the first time was excessive, almost abnormal as it took over his soul.

You single-handedly made him forget all of his grief — years of suffering he spent trying to balance himself and figure out who he was and what he wanted to feel in life. You gave him joy on a silver platter, handing it to him as if you didn't just find his true self protected behind all those walls.

It was then that he realized that you’re gonna be where all his paths end. You've embraced his weakness and helped him strengthen into this foreign body he knows is himself but better. That weak, confused boy at the center of thick walls and defense mechanisms and hurtful words stands with you by his side. He’s made it a mission to go about his new life, walking with you with the intent be everything to you that you are to him. This is the start and end of all lines. He does not want more. He just wants you. Only you, and you alone.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023] 

details: jungkook and his beautiful body art ♡ (part 1)

you’re such a talented writer OMG! i love your work & i can’t 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.

I love university superstar you are so talented I was picturing a drabble of Jungkook with the yn students maybe teaching them how to play lacrosse would be so cute 🥹

University Superstar Drabble 1

[Summary]: You’ve invited Jungkook to substitute teach for your kindergarteners gym class. Watching your boyfriend teach your students the art of his favorite sport makes you swoon. It also makes you forget that you’re not supposed to let the younger ones know that you two are dating.

[Theme]: Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, Lovers!AU, UniversitySuperstar!AU UniversitySuperstarCouple!AU

[Rating]: fluff

[Word Count]: 1,469

[A/n to Anon]: Omg? This is crazy bc I was literally just about to ask if y'all would like to send University Superstar requests for drabbles?? This confirms my hunch. Anyways, I am so glad you liked University Superstar! I honestly did not expect it to get so popular and I feel so grateful that it's gotten such positive feedback.

Your drabble request has been written, and I have turned to dust at the pure cuteness of this situation.

[Masterlist] [Drabble (2), (3)]

Your students are going absolutely ape shit. They're screaming and jumping and breaking crayons and tripping over their 2-foot high desk chairs. It's absolute chaos.

"Guys!" you yell, trying your best not to laugh at the little humans sprawling around your classroom. "Jungkook isn't going to show up during gym class if you don't behave and form a single-file line," you warn them. It's a total lie, but things like that work all the time with Kindergartners.

Your students look at you as if they just saw a ghost, some of them already running towards the door to form a line.

You press your hand to the back of some of your students, politely motioning them towards the almost formed single-filed line.

"Okay," you clap your hands together, a giant smile forming on your face. "Are you guys ready to learn how to play lacrosse?"

Some of your students nearly fall to the ground in excitement, all of them nodding their heads or verbally telling you that, yes, they are so fucking ready to play lacrosse.

Opening your art-covered door to your kindergarten classroom, you file them out as you guide them toward the gym. There's a pep in your step as you walk over. You can't lie that you're maybe just as excited as your students. Seeing your boyfriend and watching him teach? Please. Talk about a fantasy turning into reality.

The doors to the gym are heavy as you open them, the immediate smell of rubber and floor cleaner hitting your nostrils as you enter the gym.

In the middle stands your god of a boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. He's wearing his jersey, showing off the famous number "07” he claimed when he made the team. One of his hands twists his lacrosse stick in his palm, the other coming up to run his fingers through his messy locks.

Jungkook flashes you a smile, his chest filling with excitement from seeing you at work. I mean, he's seen you at work, but not in this kind of way. Most of his visits to your workplace consist of him barging into your office and stealing all the candy on your desk.

But this is different. He's seeing you actually deal with the faces of those projects he accidentally destroyed not too long ago. He's seeing you conduct and guide and care for them as if they were your own. It's something he didn't know if he could ever really prepare for. But his heart nearly explodes as the crowd of children you brought behind you runs up to him, arms wide, engulfing him in a million tiny hugs.

"Woah!" Jungkook chuckles as they tackle him. "You guys are pros at defense."

You laugh before clapping your hands three times. Like little minions, they all stop their actions, repeating your three claps.

"Okay, everyone," you smile, coming next to Jungkook. "Criss-cross-apple-sauce against the bleachers, please."

"You're hot when you're working," Jungkook mumbles low to you. You smirk, jabbing at his side in warning to be careful with his mouth.

"I'm sure you all know who this is, yes?" you ask your students as you clap Jungkook's shoulder. They all nod, the verbal energy they had completely gone as they stare up at their idol. It's funny because they're all blushing, their little cheeks all red and eyes wide. It makes you smile knowing that Jungkook's completely won everyone's heart over...as well as your own.

"Okay, Jungkook is going to teach you, but I expect nothing but fair game and practicing safety rules, alright?" you warn them, mainly directing your words toward Jungkook, though. You've never seen him train or teach bodies under 5'11. This is just your little warning to him that if he dares to hurt a single hair on their head, he will burn in the 8th most painful ring of hell for the rest of his life. "I will be on the bleachers if anyone needs me," you smile, leaving Jungkook to the kids.

Jungkook gulps as you leave his side. This is more nerve-wracking than he thought. They're so tiny; their hands the size of his pinky. But they look up at him in complete infatuation as they wait for his instruction.

Jungkook clears his throat. "I'm gonna explain the rules, and whichever team wins gets to wear my jersey."

Your kindergarteners almost piss their pants out of excitement, impatiently waiting to be divided into teams to compete for the amazing prize. You flash a smile at Jungkook as he gives each kid either a number 1 or a number 2 as an assignment to either Team 1 or Team 2. Jungkook blushes as you wave at him from the bleachers.

You can feel the slight nervousness scrolling through his body. You wish you could go up to him and tell him he has nothing to worry about, that he's already won the hearts of your students a long time ago. But you stick with your distanced non-verbal communication until he's ready to teach them the rules of his beloved game.

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The rest of the class is spent with a 'competitive' game that was scored at about 0-0 for nearly 45 minutes. Lacrosse is tricky, and Jungkook's explanations also suck. But given that he explains like a kindergartner, they eventually get it and the game ends with Team 2 scoring 2-3.

Your Team 2 students are berzerk, all of them running up to Jungkook like titans, waiting for him to give them the most 'valuable' prize they could ever receive.

Meanwhile, your Team 1 students are sobbing on the floor where they lost. You watch as Jungkook's concern immediately turns to the upset students, feeling bad for their loss. He's about to make his way over toward them, but you're already on your way. You nod at him, telling him that you've got it and that he should focus his attention on the group pulling at his sleeves.

"K-Kookie doesn't li-like me," one of your students, SeoYeon, screams into your chest after kneeling down to console her. You fight the urge to plug your ears as she wails into your embrace. A little something did catch your attention in her midst of a temper tantrum, however. Has your class started calling him Kookie?

Your thoughts are confirmed as DongHyun, another Team 1 contestant, comes to you and tugs at your shirt. His eyes are teary, but you want to squish his cheeks at the fact that he's trying hard not to let any of them fall. However, his nose gives his hurt away, as a big line of snot flows from his nostril to his upper lip.

DongHyung sniffs his obnoxiously long booger back into his nose as he speaks, "Ms. L/n? D-Do you think Kookie will let us wear his jersey? E-Even though we...lost?"

You want to explode at the fact that your students started calling him Kookie. Can this day get any cuter?

"Of course, DongHyun," you smile, wiping a tear from his eye. "Don't be upset. Kookie is a really fair person. He will give you a turn. You just have to be patient, okay?"

DongHyun nods before shaking his head aggressively, shaking away the tears filling his eyes. He then waddles off to comfort his other wailing friends, probably telling them exactly what you told him.

You let go of SeoYeon, telling her to go take a drink of water before making your way over to Jungkook. The man delicately places his jersey over the figures of your student's small bodies, taking a picture of each student as they pose in its oversized glory.

"I thought it would be a good idea to capture it so that they could remember this day in the future," he smiles, crouching down to take another picture of one of your students in his large jersey.

Your heart has done enough exploding today. But this? This made your heart burst into a million pieces out of pure endearment. The goal of the "What I Love About Me" project was for them to capture what they love about themselves as kindergarteners so that they can be reminded of their infatuation in the future. Jungkook creating a moment of the same intention pulls on your heartstrings to such a great extent, you find yourself pressing a small kiss to the crown of his head.

And then you realized you completely indulged. Jungkook's actions made you forget that he's not supposed to be your boyfriend in front of your students. You're stunned, and so is Jungkook.

Suddenly, the room is silent. There's no wailing, there's no cheering, there is nothing. For the next few seconds, all you hear is silence until one of your students points at you and screams,

"Ms. Y/n is dating Kookie!"

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

Omg university superstar is so good 😭😭😭 and that drabble with the kids is so sweet omg i cant help but imagine one of oc's students liking her so much, they claim they'll marry her when they're older (you know like how kids do that to their parent) and kook just getting slightly jealous cuz oc is kook's forever!!

University Superstar Drabble 2

[Summary]: Jungkook is competitive. In fact, he's so competitive that he's come to realize that that side of him doesn't dwindle with anyone. Not even with 5-year-olds. Not even with one of your students, Ju-Won, who claims he is your husband.

[Theme]: UniversitySuperstar!AU, Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, EstablishedRealtionship!AU

[Rating]: Flufffff, 18+ for mentions of the deed, fun competition between a grown man and a child

[Word Count]: 2,070

[A/N]: I may or may not have received butterflies in my tum while writing this.

[Masterlist] [Drabble (3)]

Making out with Jungkook is by far your favorite pastime. He’s so much softer than you anticipated, most especially in the morning. Although his morning breath is terrible and his morning wood pokes you with every given moment, the innocence of his intent is too much to deny. Jungkook is truly hard to resist.

His body glimmers with sleep, sluggish and covered in nothing but a pair of black Calvin’s and the duvet’s sheets. But he finds it within himself to wrap you in his embrace and keep you warm against his skin. A tattooed arm comes to rub at your back, tracing gentle circles along the knots of your spine with his fingertips.

Jungkook hums into your mouth as you kiss him, prompting you to tilt your head just a little further to taste the honey of his mouth. With his permission, he allows you to do so.

His hair is knotty and messy, brown locks sticking up in every which way. But you allow yourself to run your fingers through his soft locks, pulling on them every so often, knowing it gets him feeling a certain way.

He’s pliable when he kisses you like this. Just a pure good boy wanting to feel you love him. Jungkook loves when you hold him; every inch of you makes him melt, feeling like his skin fuses with yours with every touch. The way you touch him fuels him in a way you’d probably never understand.

However, your boyfriend groans in discontent as you pull away from his lips, breaking the kiss.

“I have to go to work,” you chuckle against his cheek, gently pushing against his chest.

He only pushes himself closer, shaking his head 'no' as he comes back to kiss you. Legs intermingle with yours, wrapping around you and forcing you to trap your heat within the sheets.

“Yes,” you giggle, turning your head away from him when he tries to kiss you again.

The pout on his lips almost makes you regret denying him. But it’s 10:25 and you only have 20 minutes to get ready if you want to make it to work on time.

“No,” he croaks, morning voice prevalent. “Stay with me.”

Jungkook buries his nose in your neck, inhaling the smell of your skin. You smell like rain and roses and he can’t get enough. You’re addicting, but even more so when he recognizes his own scent adorning your skin. The reminder of last night is prevalent as he wraps his arms around your back, pulling your chest close to his. You’re in his t-shirt, and he smiles with pride when the mixture of himself and yourself come together as one.

“I can’t, Kook,” you kiss the crown of his head. “I gotta teach these children. They’re in a critical learning stage. Missing a day is not an option.”

“You’re only an intern, though,” he wines. “Why isn’t the actual teacher doing her job?”

“Because I’m the intern,” you laugh. “I am Mrs. Kim’s bitch until I get my teaching certificate.”

“Wrong,” he smiles into your skin, biting it a little afterward. “You’re my bitch.”

The way your interning works is usually a mixed system. Either you teach for the first half of the day, the second half of the day, or together with Mrs. Kim. Today is a second-half-of-the-day type of schedule, and you’re glad you were able to sleep in a little while longer than usual.

Whether intentional or not, Jungkook’s morning wood presses against your core as his legs wrap tighter around your own. You’re not wearing anything besides his t-shirt, so the feeling of his clothed cock against your entrance makes it harder for you to keep your word.

“Talk that up with Mrs.Kim, babe,” you chuckle, pulling him up by the chin just enough to give his forehead a peck. “Now let me go. I have 5 minutes to cover all these hickies and look like we didn’t have 3 rounds of sex last night.”

“My point exactly,” he smirks, letting you out of his embrace. He situates his cock in his boxers with an uncomfortable clearing of the throat. He tries not to look at the wet mark your pussy left on the fabric of them while you move away. Staring down at his unclothed chest, you watch him move his hands away from his boxers and point at you in discussion. “That’s an odd number. Gotta make it 4 or else it’ll be bad luck.”

“Says Who?” You squint, trying to see the logic in even vs. odd numbered sex.

“Says anyone ever,” he raises an eyebrow, an antagonizing smirk forming on his lips. “Not joking.”

“You’re impossible,” you laugh, rolling your eyes as you turn from him and make your way into the bathroom. You hear your boyfriend’s laughs as you walk away, trying to hide the smile that dares to make its way onto your face.

You’ve never had to buy green concealer before you met Jungkook. But he’s a sex demon, and he loves to turn you into a human plum at any given moment. Hence, you start your hasty effort in getting ready with it, covering up the multiple spots on your neck that your selected outfit does not hide.

To your surprise, by the time you’re out of the bathroom, Jungkook’s well-dressed and groomed. Gray sweatpants and black t-shirt, your boyfriend admits the most comfortable aura you wish you could surround yourself in all day. It's a bittersweet sight.

“Where are you headed?” You smile, slipping your hands around his waist.

“Gonna drive you to work,” he suggests. A tattooed hand comes up to your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’ll pick you up. I have nothing going on today besides practice from 11-2.”

“No classes?” you ask, surprised.

“Not on Mondays,” he kisses the bridge of your nose.

“Okay,” you smile, kissing his lips softly before you head out the door.

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Jungkook walks with you into the school. He claims he wants to say 'hi' to Principal Green, but you know he just wants to spend as much time with you as he can before you’re off teaching. However, when you enter the teacher’s lounge, there’s a screaming kid sitting at the table with a very concerned and slightly pissed-off Aecha.

“Thank God!” Aecha exhales as you walk in. The weight physically lifts off her shoulders at the sight of you.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. You drop your bag near the door before coming over to her and the wailing child.

The student is one of the kids in your class, Ju-Won. At the sound of your voice, the small boy hops out of his chair and nearly jumps into your arms, sobbing into your dress shirt.

“He fell and scraped his knee at recess,” Aecha pinches the skin between her eyes. “We’ve been trying to clean his wounds, but he won’t let any of us besides you do it.”

“Ju-Won,” you frown. “What’s this about?” you softly pat his head, lifting him back down onto the chair. The first aid kit is on the table, stuff scattered everywhere probably from multiple attempts from Aecha trying to help him. You immediately start pulling picking out the supplies you need and organizing them on the table.

Ju-Won sniffs as you take out the disinfectant spray, his hands aggressively wiping at the tears on his face.

“You have to let others besides me help you, Ju-Won,” you explain, laying out the bandages and ointment.

This is typical of Ju-Won. He’s a very shy boy; he actually reminds you of Jungkook in some ways. He’s got that look of goodness in his eyes, a gentle touch with everything he handles, and an aggressive need to be near what he wants. Which just so happens to be you. The boy can’t stand a single day where you don’t come into class and teach. The one day you called off, Mrs. Kim told you Ju-Won was kicking and screaming nearly the entire day because he wanted to see you.

“N-No,” he sobs. You quickly tell him that you’re going to spray the disinfectant, but he continues crying throughout the tingled spray. You tell him he did a good job, but all he cares about is telling you his reasoning. “I only trust Ms. Y/l/n,”

“And why’s that?” you laugh, placing the bandaid on his knee.

“Because I want to marry you one day, Ms. Y/l/n,”

You can hear Aecha spit her coffee into the sink. Several covered coughs fill the air as she tries to quiet down. She hastily rips a napkin from the roll on the counter and wipes at her face. Meanwhile, you can literally feel the wideness of Jungkook’s eyes behind you. All movement from him seems to stop as Ju-Won climbs into your embrace again.

“Ms. Y/l/n, will you marry me?” the small boy asks you innocently, looking up at you with red eyes and a smile with one too many missing teeth. Not a single ounce of previous discomfort is on his features. It’s as if all his pain went away at his proclamation of marriage.

You can’t find it in yourself to say anything as you contain your laughter, but Jungkook definitely does.

“Woah, hey there bud,” he starts, grabbing the small human gently underneath his armpits and lifting him off your body. Jungkook places the boys small feet on the ground, despite his retaliative kicking when Jungkook pulls him away from you. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

An angry Ju-Won turns around and kicks Jungkook’s shin, “She’s my wife!” Ju-Won sticks his tongue out at Jungkook while he rubs at the spot the small man kicked. “You shouldn’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook harshly, but not with too much force (because he’s still just a kindergartener), pokes the boy's forehead, causing Ju-Won to stumble back a little bit. “If you’re her husband, what does that make me?”

“The ring bearer,” the boy smirks. You can visibly see Jungkook’s eye twitch, his fist balling up as he faces your “husband”.

Aecha is dying in the background, and honestly, you’re not far from doing the same. Ju-Won’s insistence on being your husband is hilarious, but what’s even more so is the fact that Jungkook is acting like Ju-Won totally isn't a 5-year-old who has no idea what the point of marriage even is about.

“You think tha—” Jungkook starts in rage, but Ju-Won kicks his shin again. “Fu—Would you stop that?”

You laugh into your elbow, trying hard to contain the tears. Finally, you muster up the intent to stop this fight from getting any worse. Coming between the two, you carefully separate the competitive boys.

“Y/n,” your boyfriend starts, turning you towards him. “You just gonna let him claim you like that? Need I remind you that last ni—”

“He is five years old, Jungkook,” you stifle a laugh. Behind you, Ju-Won is pulling on your skirt, asking for your attention. Jungkook’s mouth falls when you give it to him. You crouch down to his level and put on a smile despite your fusing boyfriend behind you.

“Let's get you back to class, yeah?” you ask him. Ju-Won happily nods before looking over your shoulder at Jungkook. Squinting his eyes he pokes his tongue out at him again. Jungkook mimics him, but ultimately Ju-Won gets the last word when he smiles at Jungkook from the doorway where you lead him out, telling him with a grin that you’re all his right now.

“Looks like you’re gonna need to put your foot down, Jeon,” Aecha giggles from behind him.

“That twat,” he clenches his fist. “As if he’s her husband. That’s my title.”

“Need I remind you that you are still currently Y/n’s boyfriend?” She takes a sip of her coffee.

“Future title,” he corrects.

“I dunno~” she mocks, moving over to her desk with an antagonizing smile. “You clearly got some competition.”

Jungkook gulps.

Yeah, he does.

Not just with 5-year-olds, but with nearly every man who lays his eyes on you. Jungkook knows you’re a catch. And if you’re going to cover up his hickies every day, how else is he going to make it known that he and you belong to each other?

“Maybe I need to buy a ring.”

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]