Could We Get A Drabble Of After That Little Argument They Had Like An Apology Or Something WAAAH

could we get a drabble of after that little argument they had 🥺🩵 like an apology or something WAAAH

PART 1

Jungkook's brows rise at your final words, his nose flaring as he watches you leave, the door closing silently. Even if you were mad, you showed respect for his poor neighbours who must have heard some of your argument.

Thankfully, none of them walk out at the same time as you

He just shakes his head, heading towards his kitchen, downing a full glass of water to calm down. This was not the way he expected the night to go. His gaze is drawn to his spare Harley keys, which are lying on the corner of the isle. Should he take a drive?

No. Not in this condition.

A curse leaves his pierced lips

Looking up, he notices the dark sky–it was already way to late, and your way home was far from quick. His breathing becomes laboured. He might be angry, but he is not going to be a bad boyfriend and let you leave alone.

Without thinking, he snatches his keys and storms down the steps, ignoring the lift. Fortunately, he spots you at the building's door, on your phone and probably about to call an Uber.

"Y/n," he exhales, slowing your motions as you turn around to face him. Theres a small tear in the corner of your eye, but he choses to ignore it. Maybe this wasnt the time to talk things out. He shuts his eyes and tilts his head before speaking up, "Let me drive you home."

You're quite quiet. Too quiet for his liking, but he's not surprised. He understands

Your eyes gaze to the floor, thinking.

"Okay," you agree, surprising him even if thats exactly the answer he wanted.

The journey home is quiet, not that you could chat anyway, but there was typically a peaceful atmosphere–when he was at a stoplight, you'd hold him tightly from behind, playing with his hand and hugging his waist. There was none of that today. The only sound in the air was the cold night wind.

"Thank you," you mumble as Jungkook parks near your house, helping you off the bike and squeezing your waist closer to him, his forehead against yours.

"Night," he murmurs quietly against your lips

You simply hum. "Good Night"

the five year plan . ten | jjk

when you were twenty you had sat down and made your five-year plan, you would get married, get your dream house, have your dream career and then at the end of those five years you’d have a kid. everything was going almost perfectly to plan, well that was until your husband came home with divorce papers. now you’re somehow trying to stay on track, maybe you could convince your best friend to have a baby with you.

chapter ten. the one where your ex-husband comes back into the picture

pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader genre: fluff, idiots to lovers, slow burn. rating: explicit. minors do not interact !!!! tags: whoop, okay. this isn't we're having sex just to procreate behavior🤨🤨🤨, ovulation horny (it's funny bc this isn't even the original chapter this tag was added for), sexy daydreams, oral sex m!receiving, all of the tannies finally make an appearance. word count: 4.3k date posted: 221023 authors note: we are officially !!! back in business baby !! this part wasn't supposed to have smut but then i had a horny ass dream about jk the other day and i couldn't not so 😀 also fun fact the banana bread flavor is actually real lmao. the tannies aren't all single i just didn't want to have to add even more characters to that scene, but you can think whatever reason for why their s/o's aren't there. ok im posting then i have to go to b-day dinner for my mom, hope yall enjoy and i can't wait to hear your thoughts. bye.

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You're ovulating, you have to be. There's genuinely no other explanation for this.

From the moment you woke up this morning, you've been in this weird daze where all your thoughts revolve around Jungkook.

You're not even thinking about him in the usual way. It wasn't like you just saw a dumb TikTok and thought to yourself, Jungkook would love this. Or even cleaning your apartment and finding his banana bread-flavored vape, so of course you thought about him. Or maybe you even saw a girl that you stared at a little too long because she looked so familiar, but you're not sure why — perhaps she's one of his exes.

No, unfortunately, it isn't anything like that.

It all started this morning.

You had stumbled mindlessly through your morning routine; first, you pee, then brush your teeth, shower, do your hair, put on makeup, get dressed, eat breakfast, etc…

You're sitting in your car when you first think about him. That time, it at least made sense that he had popped into your thoughts.

He had borrowed your car the day before while he was getting his detailed. When you opened the door, you were met with the scent of his cologne. Instead of your brain being like, "Oh, Jungkook,” right and carrying on like every other time, you're instead going through a mental catalog of memories of that scent.

It starts innocent enough; first, it's the smell of the sweater you stole when you were at the dog park with him and Bam. Then it's the smell of being wrapped up in his blankets as you sit on his couch, blinking tiredly at his flat screen. Then it abruptly turns into that scent mixed with the musk of his bare skin warm against yours. Your nose is buried into the crook of his neck, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, a sheen layer of sweat on his skin. Your back is arched, and your nails are digging into his skin; he’s roughly fucking you into his sheets— HOOOOONK!

You blink slowly. You're once again sitting in your car, and the traffic light in front of you is green. The person in the car behind pushing on their horn, telling you to hurry the fuck up.

What the fuck?

The thoughts don't stop there, and soon, you're in your office, answering all the emails that you had ignored once you clocked out.

You're typing out the corporate version of "fuck you, will you actually read my emails and stop asking me dumb fucking questions I've already answered" when the thoughts start popping in again.

One minute, you're trying to figure out how to politely tell someone to learn how to read, and the next, you're reminiscing on the feeling of Jungkook's fingers inside you, the feeling of his tongue on your neck, the sensation of his breath on your skin, the kisses on your thighs —

“What the fuck?” You ask aloud, completely baffled and startled by the thought.

It only gets worse.

You call him on your lunch break to wish him a happy birthday. You had been sleeping when the clock hit midnight, and you knew he wouldn't be awake when you left for work that morning — and if he was, it was because he hadn't fallen asleep yet. So you waited until your lunch break. You also made sure he remembered the joint birthday dinner for him and Namjoon tonight and double-checked that you would still meet up at his place and ride together.

He agreed readily with all your whims. He’s still half-asleep, his voice groggy, and little sighs leave his mouth intermittently. The longer you talk, the more awake he got, and it didn't take long for him to start recounting the things he had done with his friends last night (early this morning).

You're listening, you swear you're listening, he and Mingyu drank way too much, and then he… He? You don't know; you unintentionally stopped paying attention and are suddenly wrapped up in another vivid daydream.

He hums, “And have you been a good girl for me?”

Your nose scrunches up at his words; your voice is full of something that lies in-between humor and disgust, “Don't call me that, you fucking weirdo.”

Jungkook throws his head back with a dramatic sigh, and you can't help but laugh.

“Can you just play along, just once?” He whines, and your cheeks hurt from the abrupt smile on your face as laughter forces its way through you.

“No,” You say in between laughs, “Why would I play along? That was so fucking embarrassing, bro, like what do you mean "have you been a good girl for me?" literally shut u-”

Your words are cut off with a yelp as he roughly grabs your waist and flips you onto your stomach.

You're suddenly naked, face down, ass in the air. You don't pause to think about why or how that is possible. It’s not important to your daydream self. Your brain had made the executive decision to skip straight to the good part, and who are you to argue?

“Quit being a fucking brat,” Each of his words comes out harsh and clipped. They’re each punctuated with a sharp smack against your bare ass. Your eyes clench shut as the feeling of pleasure-pain sinks in.

“Asshole.” You mumble under your breath, teary-eyed. Your words are clearly not quiet enough because he delivers another harsh blow that makes you yelp.

“Are you done?” He asks. And because you're you, and one of your life's biggest missions is being an absolute inconvenience to Jeon Jungkook at any given point, you shake your head no into the pillow you're suddenly clutching. Again, things don't have to make sense in the dream world; it’s purely about the vibes.

He trails his fingers through your folds, feeling the wetness starting to pool there. He gives a derisive chuckle and pulls his hand away. You're suddenly cold without his touch on you. You move your head to glare over your shoulder at him. To do what you're not sure, maybe to complain, to argue, or in his own words, be a fucking brat. You're halfway through the action when his hand comes down quickly and hard on your cunt. The unshed tears start to fall as a startled whimper forces its way out from your lips-

“Yah, what are you doing?” Jungkook —actual Jungkook asks, sounding completely bewildered.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. You definitely made that noise out loud. You don't offer Jungkook an explanation. Instead, you hang up the phone in a panic.

What the actual fucking fuck?

You spent the rest of your shift ignoring his text messages and calls.

That's not the end of it; you had hoped it was, that the phone call would’ve been mortifying enough to keep the horny-ass daydreams at bay, but apparently not.

When driving home from work, you're locked in a vivid daydream of riding Jungkook in his new Benz while tugging on that stupid fucking chain he's always wearing. When you're showering, you're haunted by the thought of him fucking you under the stream of water, holding you up against the glass as he fucks you at a brutal pace. When you're getting ready, you think about him bending you over your vanity and fucking you right there, forcing you to stare at the two of you in the mirror.

So it's no surprise that when you show up at his place, the first thing you say is —

“Take your pants off.” You demand as soon as you pull the door shut behind you.

“Pardon?” Jungkook asks, blinking at you dumbly.

He's sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through all the TikToks you (and probably Taehyung) had sent him over the last few days.

You stare at him, looking thoroughly annoyed. He's already dressed to leave, and even the stupid fucking outfit he's wearing makes him look insufferably hot. (This is most definitely ovulation horny speaking, he's wearing his usual white tee and black jeans and beanie pulled on his head, but you're entirely convinced he's the hottest man you've ever seen in your life.)

"I'm feeling so unreasonably horny right now, and I just need to get it out of my system before this dinner, okay?” You say, managing to make it sound like it's entirely his fault that you're in this predicament.

“Oh,” He states, a redness starting to show on his ears. “Right, okay.”

He's still blinking up at you dumbly like his brain hasn't quite caught up with the conversation.

You drop to your knees in front of the sofa and expectantly glare at him, “Now, do you want me to suck your dick or not?”

“Uhm, yes.” He squeaks out, then clears his throat. It doesn't help much he still sounds frantic when he speaks again, “Yup, yeah. Yeah, okay. Yes, please.”

As you unbutton his jeans, you roll your eyes, “Quit being weird.”

“I'm being weird?” He scoffs half-heartedly trying and failing to sound offended, he’s clearly too distracted by you to truly be annoyed, “You're the one who barged in telling me to take my dick out-”

His words cut off as his mouth drops open in shock as you take his cock in your hand, pumping his shaft a few times.

“Yeah, and it’s your fault,” You argue, pausing your actions to spit into your palm before continuing, the slide of skin on skin gliding a little smoother, “I wouldn't have these weird ass thoughts if you didn't go overboard the other day.”

“You're the one who wanted to-,” He tries to defend himself but quickly gets cut off with an “Oh,” He whimpers as you take the head of his cock in your mouth, twirling your tongue around the tip. Continuing to stroke his shaft to bring him to full hardness.

You make quick work: the reminder of your current time crunch lingers in the back of your head. Your argument is completely forgotten.

You quickly make your way lower and lower, taking him further and further in your mouth. Little moans and groans leave his mouth with your every action. His hands are clenched on the couch's cushions. It's not long before you have him entirely to the base, a pleased moan leaving your lips.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” He whines.

You release him from your mouth, once again licking up from the base to the tip. Jungkook's hands instinctively chase after you.

“Calm down,” You say with a roll of your eyes. You rearrange yourself into a more comfortable position before taking him back in your mouth; you can't afford to have red marks on your knees.

He groans and slams his head back against the couch. His knuckles are practically visible from how hard he's gripping the couch. His eyes flutter. He wants to look down at you, your mouth stretched obscenely around his cock, your gaze heated as your throat constricts around him with practiced ease.

And like he can't help himself, he brings a hand up to your hair and finds a tight grip on the strands before thrusting deeply. You violently choke as your throat protests against the intrusion. You weren't prepared for that at all. Unshed tears start to form in the corner of your eyes as you pull back to catch your breath.

“Don't touch my hair,” You cough out with a glare. While you should be mad at him for doing that without permission, that's not actually the problem here, “I don't have time to fix it.”

“Mhm-hmm, yeah, okay, sorry,” He apologizes, half in a daze, and you're in slight disbelief that he'd just apologized to you. Your mouth is agape in shock as his hands find either side of your face, pulling you back to your previous position. You idly comply.

You rest your hands on his jean-clad thighs as he starts to move in slow thrusts. You let out pleased hums and let your eyes close as you relax into the feeling. Fuck, you've missed this, you think to yourself as he starts to pick up the pace. You've missed the weight of a cock on your tongue, the ache in your jaw, the feeling of your brain going a little fuzzy. The unshed tears start flowing down your cheeks, and drool drips out the side of your mouth and down your neck. His balls slap against your chin with each quick thrust of his hips.

It doesn't take him long to stop abruptly, holding you in place, cock buried in you as far as it can go. Your throat constricts around him. You try to relax and breathe deeply through your nose, but you can't stop your body's natural reaction; you gag. He lets out a choked moan, pulling back and giving you barely a second to breathe before burying himself back in your throat. It's only a few more rounds of doing this before he's cumming down your throat. You swallow every bit of it, and when you're sure he's looking at you, you open your mouth to show him with a wicked grin. He lets out a low groan, and his dick gives an involuntary twitch.

“Is my makeup ruined?” You ask, suddenly remembering that you two have somewhere to be and that you're probably late now. Your voice is hoarse as you speak to him, and you're blinking up at him with wide, curious eyes, oblivious to your effect on him. There's a pout firmly on your swollen lips.

He stares back at you, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

“You're fucking insane.” He says, throwing his head back again.

—

“Pull yourself together, baby. We gotta go,” You say a few minutes later with a shit-eating grin. You're directly quoting his own words back to him. He had said the same thing to you a few weeks ago when you were curled up on his couch, pouting over having to see your parents — you've been avoiding them even more since the divorce, but he promised that he'd go with you and he'd make up an excuse so you could leave as soon as you wanted to.

He's still sitting on the couch, looking like you might have actually sucked his brain straight out of his dick. You had run to his bathroom to fix your makeup quickly. It had gotten completely fucked in the whole ordeal.

“What if we don't go?” Jungkook tries.

“No,” You argue, “I haven't seen any of our friends in like forever. We're going.”

He shakes his head, letting out a string of no's, “We can just stay here and-”

You cut him off, knowing exactly where he is going with that sentence, “Hmm, maybe afterward if you're good.”

He gives you an annoyed glare, and you can't help but grin harder, “Now get your ass up, we have to go.”

You can't help but snicker as he complies, your daydream and his bullshit from all those months ago popping into your head again. 'good girl' my ass.

“Oh, hey, do you like wax your pubes because of the whole Haeyoung thing?” You ask curiously as the two of you head out the door. The thought has been lingering in your head for weeks now, and it's a good enough time as any to ask.

“Namjoon!” You shout excitedly as you walk towards the man, Jungkook trailing behind you. The other restaurant patrons turn to look at you, but you can’t bring yourself to care; you’re finally seeing your friends again.

“Y/n!” Namjoon responds, matching your energy. He has a wide, dimpled smile on his face as he stands and pulls you into a tight hug.

The hug doesn't last long; Jungkook quickly cuts in to give Namjoon a hug of his own.

“Happy birthday Hyung.” Jungkook says while glaring at you over Namjoon's shoulder. Oh, he's going to be weird tonight, isn't he? You roll your eyes and move on to greet the rest of your friends.

“Happy birthday, JK.” The older responds, ruffling his hair.

It's clear that the two of you were the last to arrive. Jin and Hoseok are in a heated debate, with Yoongi listening, looking thoroughly amused. They barely pause to greet you and give you quick hugs, completely trapped in the argument.

Taehyung gives you a more prolonged greeting, trapping you in a bear hug that cracks your back. Jungkook has nothing to say about this. Clearly, the issue is just Namjoon.

“What are they even arguing about?” You whisper to him, nodding towards them as you pull away. He shrugs and pulls out the seat next to him. You sit down, and Jungkook takes the seat to your right.

Taehyung and Jungkook talk around you, Jungkook's fingers tracing idle shapes on your bare thigh. Not because he's starting anything, just because he likes touching you. He's far too busy doing whatever he and Taehyung do.

It doesn't take you long to realize that while Yoongi seems to be enjoying the show, he's actually goading them on. Whenever the argument seemed to be dying down, he'd make a comment that would reignite it. It was only a short time until Namjoon was in on it, too. The two of them share amused looks, and you feel like you're missing something there.

You should talk; you’re sure they missed you as much as you missed them. But you are content just listening, being around all these people you love for the first time in so long. It all feels perfect, and you're so full of love that you're practically bursting at the seams.

You can't help but wonder what you were so scared of, why you hadn't spent time with them.

“Hey, sorry I'm late. I got stuck with a last-minute patient with the weirdest – oh.”

Oh, you think too. That's why.

It turns out that you weren't the last to arrive. Your breath catches in your throat as you make eye contact with your ex-husband for the first time in seven months.

It's awkward now. The conversation had died off, and now everyone was hiding behind menus like it could make the air less tense.

You don't know why you didn't think Jimin wouldn't be there. Sure, you remain blissfully unaware of whether or not he and Jungkook are still in contact, but either way, you know he wouldn't invite him for your comfort. However, Namjoon was free to ask whoever he wanted, and it was no surprise that he'd want Jimin at their birthday dinner.

Everyone attempts to make small talk about the menu, offering small anecdotes about what they've tried before and what they had heard was good.

“Baby, do you wanna share-” Jungkook starts to ask, then freezes. He looks like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes are wide, and he's pointedly not looking at anyone. He stares down at the menu like it could take his words back. He clears his throat, and then he glares at you out of the corner of his eye like you were the one to speak.

Why didn't he just keep talking? No one would have noticed if he didn't pause and bring attention to it; oh my fucking god. You're trying not to look at anyone, but you can feel the weight of all their eyes looking in your direction.

Jungkook clears his throat again, and you chance a look. Namjoon and Hoseok are trying not to laugh, Taehyung and Yoongi are sharing a knowing look, Jin is aggressively typing away at his phone (probably texting his wife), and Jimin isn't even giving you two a side eye but completely staring straight on looking baffled, drink paused halfway to his mouth.

“Bubs,” Jungkook corrects himself, over-enunciating the nickname. You hear a laugh coming from the other end of the table; it sounds like Hobi, “Do you want to share? I think I want this,” He points to the picture on the menu, ignoring everyone's eyes on you two.

“No.” You say tensely, not even sparing the menu a glance. You go back to staring down at the table. What the fuck? This has got to be the most bizarre day you've had in ages.!

“You didn't even look,” He complains. Oh, he's all in, completely pretending it didn’t happen.

“Yeah, bubs,” Taehyung teases, “You didn't even look.”

“Hmm, I think he actually said baby,” Namjoon corrects, a teasing grin on his face as he takes a swig of his beer.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, practically blushing. Amused laughs scatter around the table, “It was an accident. As I was saying, Y/n,” Your nose scrunches up, and you finally look at him, “I want this, and you're probably gonna get this, and I want that too, so we should just share-”

Everyone starts talking again, the awkwardness forgotten. You can still feel the weight of someone's gaze on you. You look over and catch Jimin's eyes. An unknown emotion in his eyes it hurts in a way you can't explain. You used to be able to read every one of his emotions.

—

“So, Namjoon-ah,” You say, “What-”

Your words are cut off by Jungkook force-feeding you. Namjoon looks at the two of you, confused, slightly annoyed, and looking like he’s completely down with your bullshit. It's been like this all night; whenever you try to talk to him, Jungkook is suddenly free from whatever he's doing, and either joins the conversation or stops it from happening.

“Can you stop being so fucking weird?” Your words sound like gibberish around your mouthful of food. You glare at him as you chew.

“Sorry, I can't understand what you're saying,” He says with a grin, “Oh, hyung, tell me about that new show coming up at R-Kive,” Jungkook continues, making Namjoon forget about your odd behavior as he does just that. He has a proud grin on his face as he speaks — that place is his baby.

You listen to him speak, and Jin and Taehyung even join in on the conversation. Tae has a piece that's being featured, and Seokjin's wife has a hand in the creative direction for the upcoming event.

“I'm running to the bathroom,” You lean over and whisper into Jungkook's ear as Jin brags about Eunseo, his two-year-old daughter.

He nods, and you slowly get up, his hand falling from your thigh as you stand. You catch Jimin's gaze locked on it. You give him an awkward smile as his eyes meet yours.

You walk to the bathroom thinking about him, about that look in his eyes. Is it hurt? Regret? Disgust? You're not sure, and you still can't place it.

You're still thinking about him as you wash your hands. You haven't said a single word to each other all night. The two of you stay busy in conversations with everyone else, not letting your eyes roam in each other's direction.

You're still thinking about him as you step out—oh. He's standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Nervously biting at his lip.

“Can we talk?” Jimin asks.

You nod, and both head out the side door to talk outside.

Jungkook doesn't ask what you two talked about; no one does, but it's Jungkook that surprises you the most. You can tell it's killing him when you and Jimin return to the table almost twenty minutes later. You just sit down beside him and act like you never left. Everyone's gazes are going between the two of you but carrying on like nothing happened. Everyone's finished eating, and it looks like they even brought out the cake while you were gone.

You're in a daze, still thinking over what you said and what he said. You eat cake and the ice cream Jungkook ordered for you. You smile when you're shown pictures of Yeontan and laugh when it’s necessary. You go through the actions, but you're otherwise preoccupied.

It's not long until you're all saying goodbye, saying goodnight, promising to see each other soon—no one comments on the fact that you and Jimin hug each other goodbye. The hug lasts a little too long, and when you pull away, you're both teary-eyed.

Jungkook still doesn't ask when you're both in his car driving back to his place. Your head is resting against the window, listening to the soft lull of the music. He's singing along but still watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You can tell it's killing him on the inside. He’s dying to know what the two of you spoke about. But he also trusts you and knows you'll tell him when you're ready to talk about it. And right now, slow tears dripping down your cheeks, you're clearly not ready to talk about it.

You wipe them away with a sniff.

“You're off-key.” You lie, trying to get him to stop looking at you like that.

He stares at you a while longer, hoping you'll say what's really on your mind. He ultimately decides to play along.

He gasps in mock offense, “No, I'm not.” And then, because he wants to make you laugh, he purposefully sings off-key. Your giggles fill the car in no time.

"So,” Jungkook says as you pull into the parking garage to his apartment, “was I good?” He asks with a shit-eating grin.

“No, you ass.” You scoff as you unbuckle your seat belt and leave the car, “What was your fucking deal with Namjoon?”

He pouts, “I didn't want you getting any funny ideas.”

“Funny ideas?” You ask, completely bewildered.

“Yeah, about him being your baby daddy. That's my job. Baby Jeon is coming.” He grabs you from behind and pulls you back against his chest. He holds a hand on your stomach like a baby bump is already there.

“You're so fucking weird.” You say under your breath. He pouts. You roll your eyes, step out of his arms, and pull him towards the elevator by the hand, fingers laced with his. “C'mon Jeon, let's go work on that son.”

“I thought you said I wasn’t good.”

“Yeah, well, I'm ovulating and still horny so,”

— yall can imagine the rest, tags in the rb's 🤍

Through His Lens and Her Ink

synopsis: two friends reunite to celebrate the life of a fallen friend.

genre: angst

pairing: film maker!jungkook x writer!fem!reader

disclaimer: mention of suicide, depression

When your manager, Dara, told you that the famous director known only to the public as GCF wanted to meet with you—you certainly weren’t expecting to see your childhood friend, Jeon Jungkook. But here you were, standing before him, shocked beyond words. The grip you had around the metal handle of the glass door loosened as he rose from the black leather chair he was sitting on and greeted you with that trademark bunny-like smile of his. Your arm fell on your side as you completely let go of the door behind you. The Jeon Jungkook you remembered was nothing like the Jeon Jungkook in front of you at the moment. This Jeon Jungkook was taller, hair longer, pierced, right hand tattooed, and muscular. The Jeon Jungkook you remembered was scrawny, cheeks filled with baby fats and shorter than you were. Your mouth was agape and for a writer, you were at a loss for words. 

Your gaze followed him as he walked over the oval-shaped mahogany table separating the two of you. Dressed in all black, he was finally standing just a chair away from you. With the bunny-like smile still plastered on his face and his doe eyes looking at you with the same warmth and kindness as they did from five years ago, Jungkook said, “Hi Y/N, long time no see.” 

It had been a long time. Five years may seem short but with everything that transpired within those years—it felt like five lifetimes. After you ran away from home, you didn’t really stay in contact with everyone you knew and that included Jungkook. You often found yourself thinking of him, wondering what happened to the boy who made the butterflies in your stomach flutter and often the person you had in mind when writing about love. And here he was, in flesh, and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered crazily. 

“Jungkook,” You finally said, smiling as you adjusted the strap of your tote bag on your shoulder. “Hi.” 

He rubbed the back of his neck, a strand of his dark hair falling on his forehead. “This is probably not what you expected, am I right?” He asked and you shook your head, making him chuckle. “I wasn’t expecting you to come, to be honest. Your manager told mine that you don’t really like meeting with directors.” 

You nodded, scratching the top of your head. “Yeah, I really don’t. But Dara literally dragged me out of my bed to come here so I didn’t really have a choice.” You said, chuckling softly. “But I’m glad that I came,” You added quickly, meeting Jungkook’s gaze. “It’s good to see you after all these years, Jungkook.” 

His smile widened. “I’m really happy to see you again, Y/N.” 

The both of you sat down after that. You sat down on the nearest chair on your side and Jungkook sat down at the head of the table, facing you. His arms rested on the table, fingers intertwined. “How have you been, Y/N?” He asked. 

You placed your bag on the table as you fixed your chair so you were now facing your childhood friend. “I’m alright. You? How did all this happen?” You asked, placing a hand on the table as you smiled widely at him. “I mean, you’re GCF—someone the country considers a national treasure.”

GCF, which stands for Golden Closet Films, was indeed regarded as a national treasure in the country. They rose to fame through their debut film entitled The Most Beautiful Moment In Life, which tackled different societal issues in its most poignant and truest form and earned them the Cannes Film Festival’s Palme d’Or. The entire country, of course, took pride in that and celebrated the glorious moment in history. You remembered that historic day. It was over three years ago and you were starting your book tour when it happened. It was all everyone talked about and for a while, it was like the entire world revolved around finding out the identity of the genius filmmaker—that was the catch: nobody knew who GCF was.

Well, that was until you. 

Jungkook only clasped his hand tighter, still holding that smile. “I’ve been quite alright, too. As for how all this happened, well, I don’t know—it just kind of did, really.” 

You nodded, understanding what he meant. “You’ve always had an eye for making films, Jungkook.” You remarked before inhaling deeply. “So, I’m guessing that the reason why I’m here is because you want to adapt one of my books, am I right?” 

He pressed his lips into a tight line before shaking his head, causing your eyebrows to furrow. “Not exactly. I contacted your manager because I wanted to ask you if you’re willing to work on a film with me.” 

Tilting your head to the side, you asked, “Work on a film with you? Like as a screenwriter?” Jungkook nodded and this time, you pressed your lips into a tight line. “But I’m not a screenwriter, Jungkook.” 

“I know,” He replied, licking his lower lip. “But with this film I have in mind, I only trust you in writing it.”

“Why?” You chuckled. “What is it about?” 

“Yoojung.” 

At the mention of her name, your face fell and you felt this overwhelming wave of emotions wash over you. You were taken aback, that much was clear and all you could do was to stare at Jeon Jungkook. Your throat tightened, your heart ached and you felt like your insides were twisting in various different ways that made it so painful that you felt like you were dying. 

In your past life, she and Jungkook were the best parts. Yoojung, in particular, colored your rather dull life in neon and helped you come out of your shell in the most beautiful, no-pressure kind of way. In your past life where true friendships were hard to come by—Park Yoojung came like a fresh breath of air, a newfound hope and the warmth of the newly risen sun. She was everything a true friend was supposed to be. She was everything a human being was supposed to be. Yoojung was kind, empathetic, smart and beautiful. She made sure everyone was included but not in a way that seemed intrusive. She was the kind of person who will go through great lengths to help you. People always said that this person they knew lit up the room every time they walked into the room but with Yoojung—she did not only light up that room; she showered it with her warmth, her affection, her love. 

Park Yoojung gave her all to everyone and everyone was so busy basking in her warmth, affection and love that they failed to realize that she, too, was in desperate need of the same things. Everyone including you and Jungkook. By the time that you realized that, it was already too late because Park Yoojung was already dead. 

At the age of eighteen, summer before the start of university, Park Yoojung was found dead in her bathroom from suicide. 

Taking a deep shaky breath, you asked, “You want to make a film about Yoojung?” 

Jungkook nodded, leaning his back against the chair. “Yes. I want to make a film about her life, her dreams, her. The good and the bad—everything.” 

“Why?” You found yourself asking in a breath. 

“She always wanted to become an actress, right?” He asked and you nodded. A faint smile appeared on Jungkook’s lips. “She never achieved that and even though another actress will be playing her—I want her to have her moment on the big screen.” Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat, pulling himself closer to the table and towards you. “I know I’m asking for a lot but I wouldn’t do this without you, Y/N. In fact, if you decline—which you can and I swear, I won’t hold it against you—I won’t continue making this film. You’re the only one who can give Yoojung’s story the justice it deserves—the justice she deserves.” 

Your tongue poked your inner cheek as you shut your eyes and sighed. 

It was hard for you to write about Yoojung. Losing her was still very much painful for you even after seven years. When you learned that she had passed, there had been a permanent void in your heart that nobody could ever fill up. It was deep, endless and it hurt you so much to the point where it was numbing and you would find yourself curled up on your bed after a night of having fun because she was supposed to be there with you. Yoojung was supposed to be twenty-five, experiencing life with you, not eighteen forever and buried six feet underground. 

But you nodded because Jungkook was right. Yoojung deserved a moment in the big screen—something that she had always dreamed of—only it wouldn’t just be a moment because her memory will live on in the hearts of those who watched her and she would be immortalized. 

“I would love to do it, Jungkook.” You smiled at him and his eyes widened, surprised. 

“Really?” 

“Yes, really. You’re right. Yoojung’s memory deserves to live on.” You said, placing a hand on your neck as you bit your lower lip—a sign that you were nervous and Jungkook knew this. 

“Don’t worry,” He quickly reassured you. “I know you’ll do an amazing job, Y/N. The way you write—it’s really beautiful, you know? I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of you and use adjectives that I’m not entirely sure what the meaning of but whenever I read them, I just get sucked into the world you created and before I know it—it’s five in the morning and I just finished a thousand-page novel in one sitting. You’re brilliant, Y/N.”

You were glad that Dara had put on some color on your face today because you felt your cheeks heat up at Jungkook’s compliments. “Thank you, Jungkook.” 

He nodded. “Okay. So, if it’s alright with you, would you like to meet the team behind GCF? They’re the people that I work on every film that I make. They’re basically family.” 

“Sure, I would love that.” You agreed right away.

“Okay. I’ll introduce you to them.” He stood up from the chair and you followed. Jungkook opened the door for you and the both of you walked down the white-walled hallway beside one another. “You must have a lot of questions.” He said as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket, tilting his head to look down at you. “Shoot.” 

“Okay,” You replied. “I guess, my first question is—when did all this start?”

You reached the end of the hallway and Jungkook pressed the elevator button before putting his hand back into his pocket. “When I was in my junior year in college, I met Yoongi hyung, who was a senior, in one of the parties my roommates Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung dragged me to and I learned that he was in this Film club that he established himself with which he was the only member and I just thought that was cool so I asked him that night if I can join him and he just said yes right away.” 

The metal doors opened and Jungkook gestured for you to enter first and you chuckled, stepping inside the lift followed by him. He pressed the fifth floor and the doors closed. He continued, “He and I spent a lot of time together, getting to know each other and learning stuff about film from one another. Then, during winter break, we decided to make The Most Beautiful Moment In Life with a couple of his friends to act in it—and I guess, by now, you already know who they are.” 

You nodded. “Yeah. They became household names overnight. Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon and Jung Jiwoo.” 

Jungkook smiled, nodding. “We first submitted it in the university’s Spring Film Festival under a pseudonym because, well, you know my parents—they wouldn’t approve of the fact that I was part of something that was not related to business or the academe.” He scoffed lightly as you reached the fifth floor and the both of you stepped out of the elevator. 

The hallway before you was narrow and gray with glass windows on either side, showing employees intently focused on their work. It was the most quiet place you had been that you feared even breathing would get them distracted. Jungkook led you towards the door at the end of the hallway. “They’re in here.” He told you with a lopsided grin before knocking oddly on the door and opening it. He gestured for you to come in and nervously, you did. “Everyone, look who decided to visit us.” Jungkook said as he widened the doorway, stepping aside to let you in. 

The first thing you noticed were the several pairs of eyes staring at you. There were a total of five people in the room. Three were men and two were women. One of the men, sitting closest to where you were standing, had a jet-black hair, an eyebrow pierced just like Jungkook’s and he wore a white long-sleeved polo with the sleeves rolled to his elbows along with black slacks and white sneakers. Jungkook introduced him as Im Changkyun, the Production Designer. 

Beside him was a woman with a stoic, almost icy look on her face that made you gulp. Her dyed blonde hair reached her waist and she wore a green and black plaid shirt along with a pair of black jeans and black low cut Converse. She was Krystal Jung, the Art Director and Costume Designer. 

Sitting at one end of the table was the only other woman in the table. She looked the friendliest among all of the people sitting at the table. There was a huge smile on her face; long wavy black hair cascading down her shoulders. She wore a purple sleeveless top and a huge purple bow on top of her head. She was Tiffany Young, the Producer. 

On her right was another man who greeted you with a nod. He, too, had black hair and wore a black shirt and jeans. He was Kim Mingyu, the Editor. 

Then, your eyes landed on the man beside him. If the woman from before made you gulp with her icy look, this man made you step closer to Jungkook. If intimidation was personified, he was clearly going to be it. His hair was black with streaks of silver here and there, parted on the side and pushed back, exposing his forehead. He wore a black shirt underneath a silver jacket covered in Louis Vuitton symbols. He stared at you as if he was looking directly into your very soul. This was Min Yoongi, the Music Supervisor. 

“Y/L/N Y/N, it’s great to have you on board.” Tiffany said as she walked towards you in order to shake your hand. She smelled of vanilla. 

You bowed at her. “Thank you. I’m happy to be here too and I look forward to working with you all.” You said, awkwardly bowing to the rest of the team. 

Tiffany squeezed your hand which she was still holding. “Don’t worry. They’re just too starstruck to say something but they’re good people, Y/N.” She assured you. 

“Everyone,” Jungkook’s voice echoed throughout the room and upon hearing his voice, you noticed that everyone perked up—including Yoongi—and stared up at Jungkook who was standing beside you. “Y/N has agreed to write the screenplay for the film I was telling you all about. So, as the screenwriter, I expect that you also respect her vision and if you have anything you want to suggest or point out on what she’s written—do so respectfully.” 

“I really welcome constructive criticism, so please, feel free to do so.” You quickly added, tightening your grip around your tote bag. “It’s going to be my first time writing a screenplay so, really, you’re all welcome to tell me your inputs.” 

“Can I ask you a question?” Yoongi raised his pen, and at the sound of his voice, you tilted your head to his direction. 

“Sure.” You told him. 

“What’s your favorite song?” 

Everyone at the table groaned. Krystal rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Changkyun threw his head back. Mingyu shook his head while Tifanny sighed. Meanwhile, Jungkook chuckled and you were utterly confused. Your childhood friend absentmindedly placed his hand on your lower back, making you freeze in shock. He used to always do that before. “Hyung, come on.” 

“Don’t answer that, Y/N,” Mingyu said. “Yoongi hyung here judges someone based on their favorite song as if that reveals everything about a person.” 

“It’s totally idiotic.” Krystal commented. 

“But I am kinda curious now that hyung asked it.” Changkyun supplied, looking at you. 

Jungkook turned to you, smiling. “You really don’t have to answer that, Y/N.” 

“No, it’s fine,” You said with a chuckle. “It’s Dancing Queen by ABBA.” You told Yoongi, a small smile forming on your lips. 

He hummed in response before nodding and saying nothing more. 

“Well, to save us from the awkwardness that befell us—how about lunch?” Tiffany suggested and everyone was not opposed to the idea. She invited you to join them and you accepted the offer. 

When lunch was finished and you had bid everyone goodbye (along with signing copies of your books from them), you found yourself sitting on the front passenger seat of Jungkook’s car as he drove you home. For the most part, the ride was quiet but comfortable which was something that you remembered feeling with Jungkook. Most of the time, you had your gaze outside the window, watching the skyscrapers pass by you. You had told Jungkook you lived outside of the city, a place called Myeongdo which was known for their crystal clear beach water. You told him that you moved there a year ago while writing for your book and eventually falling in love with the small town and settling there. 

In return, Jungkook told you that he was still living in Seoul, sharing a house with Yoongi and raising a dog named Bam, a Doberman. He proudly showed you his picture and you couldn’t help but to smile not only at how handsome Bam was but also at the fact that he didn’t get his ears cropped and his tails docked. You also couldn’t help but to smile at how proud he was of showing off Bam. 

“You have to meet him soon, Y/N.” Jungkook said as you placed his phone in the cup holder. 

“I would love to.” You told him. 

The silence settled between the two of you once more. You were still far from your home but the skyscrapers were slowly disappearing, replaced by tall trees that hid the sun; only letting in its rays through the spaces of its leaves. You tilted your head to look at Jungkook who was focused on the long road before him and you asked, “Does your parents know that you’re GCF?” 

Jungkook shook his head. “No. They think I work as a tattoo artist which isn’t really a lie because I do own one.” He replied, flickering his gaze at you momentarily to smile before returning his focus on the road ahead. “They were mad, still mad, actually, that I didn’t finish uni. I dropped out after The Most Beautiful Moment In Life was picked up by Big Hit Productions and my father kicked me out of the house, cut off my credit cards and access to bank accounts. I stayed with Yoongi hyung for a couple of months, working at this tattoo shop called Meta Ink while waiting for the money I made in the film to be transferred to my bank account and when it finally did, I put up my own shop.”

“So, the only people who know that you’re GCF are the team?” 

“Everyone in Big Hit knows that it’s me but as you saw—we’re a very small group compared to others and we don’t outsource. Everyone that you saw, they all work with the team when filming begins. We’re basically one big family there and in the three years that I spent working with them—no one really leaked to the media who GCF is, which I’m really thankful for.” Jungkook said. 

“Why don’t you want people to know it’s you, Koo?” You asked, his nickname rolling off your tongue effortlessly, catching you and Jungkook off guard but before you could apologize, he answered your question with a smile on his lips. 

“I just want to make films. I don’t need the spotlight.” He answered. “You called me Koo.” He said teasingly, making you blush furiously. Jungkook laughed. “I missed it. Nobody calls me that but you.” 

“Really? I thought, over the years, someone will.” You said. 

“Someone did but it just didn’t feel right so I don’t let anyone else call me that but you.” He replied. 

There was a switch in the atmosphere, like the elephant in the room had wailed, reminding the both of you that it was there and needed to be addressed. You lowered your head as you began to play with the hem of your shirt. Biting the insides of your lower lip, you asked Jungkook in a hushed tone, “Aren’t you mad at me?” 

It took him a moment to reply and you felt your heart beating so fast that you heard it with your own ears. The thread you were picking at grew longer by the seconds that passed by in which Jungkook didn’t answer you. When he did, you stopped and tilted your head to face him. 

“I wasn’t mad but hurt.” He said, licking his lips. “Hurt because I didn’t understand why you needed to leave like that, without any explanation. One day, I woke up and my other best friend was gone.” You didn’t know how it felt to be stabbed but you thought that it was no match to the pain you were feeling right now. “But then as time passed by and I grew up more, I realized that it was something that you needed to do and that you really didn’t owe me or anyone an explanation why you did what you did. So, over time, the hurt became acceptance.” 

“I’m sorry I left you without any goodbyes.” You told him, swallowing the lump in your throat as you fought the urge to cry. “I know it was also hard for you and I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to carry the pain with you.” 

“Y/N, don’t apologize,” Jungkook shook his head, reaching for your hand because it was the only thing he could do at the moment. “Please don’t.” 

Placing your hand over his, you caressed the tattoo on it with your thumb. “I swear I’ll never leave again.” 

Jungkook squeezed your hand. “Just swear to say goodbye when you do this time.” Then, his hand slipped from yours and back to the steering wheel. 

There was always comfort and a sense of home whenever you were with Jungkook but for the rest of the ride and after the elephant in the room was addressed, there was a change and the comfort, the feeling of home seemed to disappear. 

Jungkook didn’t stay for long when you arrived at your house. After he drank a glass of water, he told you that he needed to head back to the city because he still had clients he needed to attend to at his tattoo shop. You walked him out of your house and waved at him as he drove off. When you walked back inside your house, there was a heavy feeling in your heart. You made your way to your bedroom and towards your drawer where you pulled out a box from underneath your shirts before sitting down on your bed and placing the box before you. Taking the lid off, you took a deep shaky breath. When you saw the contents—a snow globe, ID lace, keychain, Polaroids and a copy of Omelas—you felt the familiar burning sensation of tears building up in your eyes. 

Taking the Polaroids out, you smiled through the tears as you went through each one of them. Yoojung had huge smiles on each and every one of the Polaroids that she took. She looked so beautiful and so happy that it made you question, once more, why she did what she did. Placing the Polaroids on your bed, you took Omelas out of the box and flipped it over, opening the back page and flipping onto the page where Yoojung had written you a letter. 

Dear Y/N, 

I’m not really good at writing letters or poems or stories or anything, really. That has always been your forte but for your eighteenth birthday, I thought why not write you one? And here I am, doing exactly that. 

Happy birthday, Y/N. I really should say this a lot more but I love you with all of my heart. I really do. I don’t know what I did to have a friend like you. You’re patient, you’re kind, you’re helpful, you’re thoughtful, you’re beautiful inside out but most of all—despite knowing my deepest and darkest secret, you’re still here and you still call me your best friend (Sorry Jungkook! But he should be graduating as the boyfriend anytime now, right?). 

I want to thank you for being one of the reasons I choose to live every waking second. You are a constant reminder to me that goodness still exists in the world. 

Lovingly, Yoojung 

You pressed the letter close to your chest as you let the tears fall freely from your eyes, soaking your cheeks, neck and chest. When did I stop being one of her reasons to live? When did I stop being the constant reminder of the goodness in the world? These were your thoughts as you sobbed your heart out. 

“Why…” You asked, hoping for a reply but knowing you’ll never get any. 

And that was the thing about grief. 

Grief is something that you do not overcome. You just learn to deal with it over time. But some days, it was harder to deal with and you found yourself going back to square one. When you thought you had already cried everything for the person you lost, a fresh set of tears came pouring down. Grief never leaves. It lingers. But maybe that’s how it was supposed to be. Perhaps, it was a reminder for us the people we lost truly existed and they weren’t just pigments of our imaginations. 

At that moment, you wished for nothing more but visitation hours in heaven or wherever Yoojung was.

angel's note: i wrote this years ago. i was supposed to write o kay tagal din kitang minahal but it proved to be too much hahaha. but idk. this was one so beautifully written that i had to share it. idk if there will be part 2.

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season of the witch | jeon jungkook

summary: he’s not a bad boy, he just gets himself in bad situations at times that lead him to bizarre happenings. for instance, he had no intentions of visiting an occult shop in the middle of the night in search for a phone… but here he is in the middle of October feeling himself fall for the self-titled witch who owned it. suddenly he’s gone from your casual heart breaker, to your sweet boy next door.

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.˚ genre/au: heartbreaker!jk x witch!y/n [she/her], whimsigoth, modern witch, halloween .⊹✶ ✶ ✶☾✴

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆. 16.9k words˚.⊹✶✴

warnings: smut. fluff. very slight angst if you squint. honestly pretty cute. oc gives off whimsigoth vibes but honestly a big softie. mentions of spells and hexes. jk is a skeptic. oc has a black cat named. jk becomes a bit spiritual. honestly just a cute modern witch fic inspired by your 90s witch. no protection bc they’re idiots and didn’t plan. oc is scared to get in relationships. soft sex. oral sex [f receiving] jk is a service dom highkey. actual magic moments but they’re brushed over

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

mentions of the occult [loosely referenced] it’s just a little Halloween thing, fiction and not at all educational or informative

“Admit that we’re lost.”

The street was as dark as night and empty. It felt like they were the only two signs of life around and yet he refused to admit he’s lost. There’s lit jack-o-lanterns on people’s yards so he knows he’s still close to civilization and that’s enough to keep him going—and he swears he’s not being dramatic.

“We’re not lost,” he said, not bothering to look back at his friend who surely rolled his eyes with annoyance, following after him nonetheless.

“Jungkook, it’s late, I’m tired, just admit we’ve been walking in circles,” his friend said, words falling on deaf ears. Jungkook just smiled, pointing ahead at the first true source of light they’ve seen for a while, “Let’s go there.”

It was almost midnight and most businesses around here were already closed and yet there was a small shop with a red lighting store front and plants hanging from the ceiling. There was a sign on the door that said, ‘OPEN’, with its business hours printed beneath and the shop’s name painted on the window. He didn’t hesitate to swing the door open, hearing the bell above the door ring as they entered the strange shop.

There was so much to look at from books to multi colored rocks separated into groups with labels on them; Tiger’s Eye, Black Onyx, Topaz, Amethyst, the list went on. Hanging above were various green plants and small jars lining the shelves on the walls of rose petals, lavender, mandrake, and plants he’s never heard of before.

“What is this place?” Hoseok asked with a small scoff in disbelief as he held up a charcoal pentagram and a bundle of sage. There were skeleton paper weights and bottles of various oils that gave the shop an herbal smell he couldn’t tell if he liked or not.

Jungkook didn’t have much to say, only shrugged his shoulders in response as he let his attention be drawn toward a hanging suncatcher that caught the red light used to warm the plants in the cold. His hand reached out to touch, watching it dangle and effortlessly swing away from him. There was no one behind the wooden counter filled with handmade jewelry made of copper and nickel twisted in various designs of trees, moons, suns and vines circling around crystals. There was an open book at the counter and he curiously walked toward it, wondering if it was a product list or maybe even the name of the person working but he could barely make out the words or even the dark sketches.

Just as he came to admit there was nobody here, a soft mewl caught his attention.

Yellow eyes stared into his brown ones as he looked up at the wall of ceramic figures behind the counter, and a black cat sat perfectly still next to a small sc of a dragon. He couldn’t look away from it, even when a soft sound of footsteps were heard from behind a tall, woven tapestry with embroidered stars that concealed a wooden spiral staircase.

“Coal, where’d you run off to?” Your voice was light and whimsical yet when you appeared behind the counter, you were dressed in black, a lot of it. A long black skirt with a thin black top that had green vines laced throughout it. Over it you had on a black shawl slipped down your shoulders.

Jungkook and Hoseok shared a strange look as they stood unnoticed while you picked up your cat to scold him for leaving while you talked. Jungkook tried to grab your attention by clearing his throat and once your eyes were on his, he smiled, “Um… hi, we saw that your shop was open and we were won—“

“Coal, I told you to flip the sign,” you whispered to the black cat as you let him jump out of your arms with an annoyed meow when you whispered, “Bad kitty.”

“Uh…” Jungkook couldn’t hide his look of confusion at the way you acted, “We’re uh, we’re lost and we were wondering if you had a phone we could use to call a tow truck.”

“Oh? Have you been in an accident?” You asked curiously, tucking some hair behind your ear creating a small jingle with all the jewelry you wore.

“Funny story actually,” Hoseok said, making you look him over with a raised brow—unable to ignore the bloody hockey jersey he wore, “We were at a party and uh, we got robbed. It was a whole shit show, honestly, we’ve been walking for over an hour and our car broke down so we’re going through it and we really just need a phone.”

“Coal, can you get my phone?” You turned to the cat that had made itself comfortable laying in a basket of dried moss. The cat didn’t make a move to leave, instead he turned his head away making you roll your eyes and add, “Please?”

Jungkook watched the cat run off behind the curtain with interest before looking at you, your eyes already on his, “So what kind of place is this?”

“It’s your local apothecary! Herbs, oils, incense—your occasional occult stuff, we specialize in the craft,” you said with a bubbly voice, “All very interesting stuff.”

“I’ll say,” Hoseok lifted a finger to tap on the mason jar filled with green liquid.

“What are you supposed to be?” You asked rather suddenly, turning your attention to Jungkook.

“Me?” Jungkook asked, looking down at himself, “I’m Dumbledore.”

He thought the long white beard, oversized robe and elder wand made that abundantly clear. You looked him up and down, “Hm.”

Hoseok couldn’t help but release a chuckle at the way you very clearly judged his friend’s choice of costume, “Yeah, I told him he would pull no bitches dressed like th—“

“Hobi,” Jungkook cut him off, motioning toward you with his head at the way your eye seemed to twitch with what he said. He tried to think of something to say but you were no longer interested when your cat came with the top of a phone case in his mouth. He set it down on the counter, letting his tail curl around your arm before leaving with a purr.

When you unlocked your phone, Jungkook thanked you and quickly tried to call a tow truck only to be told there were none open now. Hoseok couldn’t hide the fact that he was tired and found himself lying comfortably in a dark green daybed surrounded by books, leaving his friend to deal with all the hard parts. You didn’t say or rush anything when he took your phone and instead chose to watch him pace back and forth dialing every number he knew.

“This place is cozy,” Hoseok admitted, “I could nap here.”

“Coal, does it all the time,” you said with a soft smile, both tuning out Jungkook who was getting more annoyed by the second.

“Hyung, please pick us up,” Jungkook said in the background, tired of the itchy long beard so he snatched it off.

“I might get a promotion this week, what’s something I can use to wish me luck?” Hoseok asked, looking around the shop.

“I can help you make a spell jar, grab a basket,” you said cheerily as the hockey player got up to do as told. Jungkook tapped on the glass counter, starting a staring contest with the black cat while you and Hoseok began to collect herbs.

“I’ll send you my location,” Jungkook told the person on the phone, “15 minutes? We can wait here.”

“What does cinnamon do?” Hoseok asked, drawing Jungkook’s attention toward him.

“Alright, thanks Joon.” Jungkook hung up the phone, “Namjoon is coming for us. What are you guys doing?”

“Have you ever done a palm reading?” You asked Hoseok, ignoring Jungkook.

“No, but I’m down to try.”

“Sorry for keeping you up,” Jungkook said with a tired sigh as he looked at you hoping for a bit of acknowledgment on your part but you were currently helping Hoseok seal a mason jar with green candle wax.

Look…

Just listen…

Jungkook doesn’t think he has a type. He’s been with every type of girl possible since he started college but he’s never spoken to anyone like you. It’s not even just the way you’re dressed or the way you speak to your car but it’s also the store you worked at—or owned[?]. You’ve got his best friend making a good luck spell in the middle of the night and yet all Jungkook could think about is how cute you were.

Your skirt was fitted and it hugged your waist perfectly, exposing your torso and the way your shawl hung around your elbows instead of your shoulders was hot. You had these eyes that drew him in too, maybe it was your smudged dark makeup that made them stand out or the way you didn’t shy from staring into his eyes but he found it hard to look away.

“It’s a full moon tonight,” you said to him, “I was going to stay up anyway. I’ve already set up water to charge overnight.”

His brows furrowed, “Well, thanks anyway. What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“I’m Hoseok but you can call me Hobi,” Hoseok said with a confident smile, “This great wizard is Jungkook.”

“Dumbledore,” you said questioningly, “You took off your beard.”

“It was itchy,” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly.

You looked behind him, “Coal doesn’t seem to think so.”

Jungkook followed your stare, finding the black cat suddenly wearing the long white beard. Hoseok laughed, “Not you putting the beard on the cat, Kook.”

“I didn’t,” Jungkook scratched the back of his head, “Did I?”

You brushed past him, a soft scent of lavender incense overwhelmed him in a pleasant way and he couldn’t help but watch you in awe. There was just something about you… or maybe he’s had a long night and is imagining it.

“Joon is here.”

He can’t explain what it is but he can’t stop looking at you. Every move you made had his attention no matter how small and for a moment he forgot who else was around.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok snapped his fingers in front of his face, pointing out the window at the car parked outside, “Namjoon is here.”

“Oh, right,” Jungkook shook his head to snap out of the small trance he had been in, “Um, thank you Y/n, for letting us in.”

“No worries, Dumbledore, it made for an interesting night,” you held your cat in your arms now, forcing it to wave its paw goodbye, “And I do hope you tell me if the spell worked, Hobi.”

The two wanderers left the small shop of wonders and got in their friend’s car without further question, ending their night on a strange note that left one of them with curiosity.

The shop was home to you. It is where you felt most comfortable and it was passed down to you from a young age. It was a responsibility to help everyone who walked in, even if they asked for questionable things, you had to be there for them.

That’s why when a woman came in with tears down her face and a bundle of cash, you couldn’t just turn her away. Today your friend was working with you and he excelled in this sort of magic better than you did so you let him take the reel. He never seemed to mind intervening in the love lives of others and the shop was a safe space for men who’ve just been robbed and women who’ve been wronged.

“He’s a cheater,” she cried, “He lied to me a-and he thinks I’m just dumb. It’s not fair.”

“It’s not,” your friend said with a small smile, “Men like that can’t just walk around without any repercussions.”

“Jimin,” you warned him softly, watching the way he seemed to get the woman hyped on the thought of getting back at her husband. This is where he specialized, any sort of love magic no matter how bad, he loved it. You weren’t like him, you believed too much in karma to involve yourself in bad situations but you were never able to talk him out of it and it made the customer happy.

“Hush, Y/n, a simple hex never hurt anyone,” Jimin said, practically kicking his feet with glee, “Would that make you feel better, honey?”

The woman nodded her head, completely hypnotized by your best friend he disappeared behind another curtain toward the greenhouse. You waited behind idly, unsure what to do or say when a delivery driver pulled up in front of the building. Coal had flipped the sign to ‘CLOSED’ while Jimin performed his magic and the driver got out of his car holding a bouquet of flowers and a small box.

“Trust me, after this he won’t ever be able to please another woman again,” Jimin told her as he cut into a rotten eggplant.

You left the two quietly, making your way to the front door and ignoring the instructions Jimin gave the woman as she began to repeat the small chant he said.

You opened the shop door, stepping out, “Are you looking for someone?”

“Um… is this Scarlet&Sage? I’m looking for a Y/n.”

“That’s me,” you told him with furrowed brows, eyes widening as he practically shoved the bouquet of flowers into your hands and the gift box, asking you to sign before leaving. It took you a moment to process what happened before you headed back inside, just in time to watch Jimin finish the hex by helping the woman sew up the cut eggplant with candle wax and twine.

“You’ll want to leave this somewhere he can’t find it,” Jimin told her but you left before you could hear anything else.

You carried your things to the back room which was really just an extended shed of herbs and dried plants, Coal following close behind with curiosity as you opened up the small envelope inside.

‘Thank you for helping two strangers out so late in the night :) hopefully we’ll cross paths again

— Jeon Jungkook, Dumbledore’

The letter made you smile, a small blush forming on your cheeks when you pulled the lid off the box and gasped. Inside were two things, the first being a black hair clip with a pretty design on it and the second was a cat toy—Halloween themed. There was a sticky note on the plush skeleton fish that said, ‘For Cole’ on it that had you both sighing in disbelief.

Coal scratched at the note until it fell away from his new toy and ran away with it, surely to sulk at the misspelling of his name and pretend like he didn’t like the gift.

“Who’s the admirer?”

A light yell left your lips, nearly dropping the box as Jimin appeared at the doorway, “What admirer?”

“This one,” Jimin took the bouquet, examining it quickly with pursed lips, “Do tell me, Y/n, I am dying for the smallest sign of human interaction you might receive. I feel like you’ve become a recluse.”

“I have not,” you argued, letting him cut the tips of the stems, summoning over a vase with a wave of his hand that had it sliding across the wooden countertop to where he was, “I just… I do not have the time.”

“For?” Jimin asked setting the flowers up beautifully for you, “Oh whatever, just tell me who the flowers are from.”

“Nobody important,” you said almost shyly as your friend led the way back into the shop, ducking his head under twinkly lights and waving a finger to flip the sign back to ‘OPEN’, “The other night two men came in. They needed a phone and I let them use mine, that’s all.”

“Were they attractive?” Jimin asked with a raised brow, his instincts tingling at the hint of romance. Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams played in the background filling in the silence you left behind as you stopped to think about it.

The other night you met a dead hockey player and Dumbledore. Jungkook had been covered completely by old rags until the end when he took off the beard and even then the poor night lighting didn’t do well to make him attractive.

Still, part of you knew the two men would be considered popular just based on their looks.

“I think so,” you told him honestly, “It was hard to know, they were dressed up for a costume party.”

“You should have asked for their number,” Jimin said humorously, “Maybe then this god awful dryspell of yours would end.”

You rolled your eyes at his play on words before welcoming in a group of girls headed toward the crystals, “It’s not a dryspell and we both know it.”

“Oh, right,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “The curse. You give it too much power, sure there have been accidents in the past but those were all mere coincidence!”

“I’m sorry, but my first boyfriend losing a finger just a week after he fingered me for the first time doesn’t sound coincidental,” you half whispered and half shouted.

“It was a bowling accident!” Jimin laughed loudly.

“And what about the guy next door who used to help me water my plants before his house caught on fire?” You asked with a tilt of your hand that had him shrugging.

“Maybe he should’ve worried about the dry air in his own home before coming to yours,” Jimin joked.

“I’m serious, Jimin. Anyone who shows even the slightest interest in me gets hurt, and I mean literally not figuratively,” you said.

It was not a secret and your best friend knew it. Everyone who practiced the craft around here knew of the curse bestowed upon your family.

A curse on any man that dared love any woman in your family—you’ve seen it happen before and you’re not interested in hurting someone because of a centuries old curse you were born with.

Jimin had nothing to say now as he looked at the flowers with such curiosity he could practically picture the man who sent them.

Jeon Jungkook was special and everyone around him knew it. From his looks to his personality, there was not a single person unable to be charmed by him. It was a gift, really, just one smile or one look and he could practically get whatever he wants.

Of course, that’s not always a good thing, and that’s why he takes full blame for what happened last weekend. If he had known the girl who flirted with him had a boyfriend… he would have never hooked up with her in the bathroom. If they never hooked up then his things wouldn’t have been stolen and his tire wouldn’t have been slashed.

Sometimes he forgets that his actions have consequences and that night he learned how much of an asshole he really is to kiss a taken woman. The only good thing that came from it was the strange visit to an even stranger shop with an owner who blew his mind away.

He was beginning to think there’s something wrong with him. Why can’t he stop thinking about you? At first he thought it was out of guilt for bothering you that late so he had flowers delivered as a thank you but you still haven’t left his head. He’s nearly forgotten what you look like and he doesn’t like that.

“I can’t believe I got the promotion,” Hoseok said with a smirk as he plopped down on the chair next to Jungkook’s.

“You worked hard for it,” Jungkook reminded him.

“What if that little jar really did help?” Hoseok asked curiously, making Jungkook laugh suddenly and his brows furrowed, “I’m serious, Kook. I really thought they were gonna give it to the other guy.”

“Hobi, you worked your ass off for it,” Jungkook told him honestly, “Some stupid jar of cloves and cinnamon didn’t do it.”

That made his friend roll his eyes, “Whatever, I’m still stopping by the shop to offer my thanks—“

“You’re going back?” Jungkook asked, a look of interest in his eyes, an idea running rampant in his head at the thought.

There was a sudden urge to see you again running through his veins.

The shop felt surprisingly cozier during the day and it smelled of pomegranate and basil. A few customers shopped around, unable to help themselves from watching the two attractive men look every bit out of place as they felt while a man helped behind the counter.

Jimin popped his head over a jar of worms, eyes widening as he practically ran up the spiral steps in search of you. Your eyes were closed as you imagined a white light running over your body eliminating any piece of bad energy in sight. A set of silver headphones played lulling sounds of nature and the flicker of white candles helped lighten the dark room as you attempted to do your midday meditation. You sat with your legs crossed neatly and your floral skirt touched the ground even when your body floated in the air in concentration.

“Y/n!”

You’ve become one with your surroundings, you felt the energy coursing through you with each deep inhale and exhale you let out and your body became weightless, unable to think of anything but absolute clarity.

“Y/n!”

The sudden yank on your headphones caused you to snap out of the trance, falling to the ground with a hard thud that had you hissing in pain, “Ow!”

“He’s here!” Jimin said, snapping the candles off while helping you untangle your headphones.

“Who?” You asked, wrapping your loose cardigan tighter around your torso.

“The one who delivered the flowers,” Jimin said urgently as he took your hand in his and practically rushed you downstairs. You didn’t even get a chance to put your shoes back on and you had to hold the end of your matcha green skirt up to keep from dragging across the floorboards.

“How do you kno—“

“Instincts,” Jimin said, wiggling his nose, “I can just tell.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him as you joined him downstairs, not fully believing he knew who he was talking about until you saw it with your own eyes. Hoseok was much more familiar to you than the other considering his costume still looked like him but Jungkook was the one who caught your attention. He ditched the gray robes for black jeans and a white shirt under a black and white leather jacket. His hair was sleek and he had facial piercings you didn’t remember seeing last time but he looked good…

“Y/n! I got the promotion!” Hoseok said cheerfully, taking your focus for himself. You smiled sweetly, “Really? That’s wonderful.”

Jungkook found himself speechless when he saw you appearing from behind the celestial tapestry. He can’t explain it but you looked utterly beautiful. The crystal suncatcher he had seen the other night proved its purpose today by reflecting a soft rainbow on your complexion and he found it hypnotizing.

“Did you receive my flowers?” He found himself asking, damn near stuttering. Today you wore a matcha green floral skirt and a cream colored cardigan matched with some crystals around your neck. It didn’t sneak past him the fact that you were barefoot but it seemed to fit you either way.

“I did, they smelled wonderful,” you said joyously, “But…”

His lips parted with worry, ready to ask what happened when a deep meow took his attention. Your black cat curled around your skirt practically begging to be picked up and you did just that, cuddling the feline against your chest, “Coal is a bit bothered by the gift.”

Jungkook was left confused, watching the cat who seemed to be glaring at him, “Cole is?”

“Yeah, you see, you spelled his name wrong,” you said with a sigh, “His name is coal like the carbonized rock, not a man’s name.”

“Oh?” Jungkook tilted his head, “Oh. Coal, black as coal?”

“It’s because he’s a black cat,” Hoseok said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world to name your cat after a fire starter.

“Well, maybe he could appreciate the effort?” Jungkook asked, trying not to think of how ridiculous he sounded practically begging the feeling for forgiveness.

“He’s a bit of a grudge holder but maybe he’ll come around,” you said with a distressed sigh, staring off into the distance seeming like your mind was miles away. Hoseok had lost interest in the conversation as he began to skim through a book about runes while your coworker slash best friend pretended not to eavesdrop behind the counter. Jungkook watched you curiously as you focused on a group of teenage girls nosing through the incense sticks.

“Whatever you said to Hobi seemed to work the other day, he aced the interview,” Jungkook said, feeling the need to try and talk to you still. There’s just something about you.

Your entire essence felt whimsical and he wishes he could pinpoint what has his heart beating so fast but he can’t.

“It was the spell,” you told him with a smile, letting it fade when he scoffed in disbelief.

“No, seriously.”

“I am being serious,” your eyes narrowed, “We put a lot of effort into it.”

Jungkook would love to argue about magic and spells not being real but it was very clear this was not the place to do it—especially not when he can hear the guy behind the counter offer a potion to someone. He seemed like a con artist and yet you worked with him, did that make you one too? When he looked at you, he could easily assume you were dressed up for Halloween, it was October and some people go all out for the month. That could be you…

Or you could be playing a part for the store, doing whatever you could to get the sales going even if it meant packaging herbs in mason jars and calling it a spell.

The look you were giving him made it obvious that you were beginning to question his intentions too and he felt the need to backtrack even if his instincts were telling him not to, “Well uh, whatever you um… did worked.”

You flashed him a pretty smile, already losing interest in him as you turned around to see who was in the store. He couldn’t help but try and follow after you in hopes of keeping your attention on him but when he took a step, he nearly tripped and had to grab you for support. The two of you looked down, a small laugh bubbling in your throat, “Coal! You do not play tricks on people just because you’re mad.”

The cat meowed in response as you suddenly dropped to your knees before him, his heart racing at the action until you began to untie his shoelaces which had been knotted together so he would trip when he took a step. Jungkook laughed nervously, “I don’t remember doing that.”

“It was Coal,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “If anyone knows how to hold a grudge it’s that cat. Coal, say sorry.”

As if the cat understood what you said, he meowed as he ran off, making sure to hit Jungkook’s leg with his tail. He shook his head in disbelief at the way Coal responded so human-like, wondering if his dog acted this way too at times but he didn’t. Bam was always sweet and energetic, not a grudge holder or trickster like the feline. With a sigh he tried moving on, looking around for you only for you to be going behind a curtain toward a greenhouse. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to follow you, not caring about the sign that said no customers and searching for you.

“So, Y/n, I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow,” Jungkook said suddenly, “I was thinking we can get dinner as a thank you for the other night.”

“Oh,” you came to a stop, staring at a basket of molasses and shook your head, “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Jungkook was left speechless, unsure what to say as you once again seemed to disappear before his very own eyes, leaving him to look around confused and alone. He had no choice but to head back to the main store where he found you tying a string around Hoseok’s wrist. How did you move so quickly?

You mumbled something to his friend that he couldn’t quite hear and he’ll admit it made him a bit jealous. It’s not that he had strong feelings for you but here he is fighting plowing after that y only for you to wander off away from him. Was something wrong with him? Were you more interested in Hoseok? Jungkook had never struggled to keep a girl’s attention and yet it feels like your mind is everywhere else but him. Sure, you might be different from his usual type but did that mean he was different from yours? What kind of guy is your type anyway?

Someone with glasses who likes astrology?

“Jungkook,” you called for him rather softly and yet he went to you as if on command. You held up a string necklace with some sort of rock or marble on it and he didn’t hesitate to lean down so you could put it on him. It was a blue marble with a white circle and a black dot inside the circle.

“What is this?” He asked, swallowing dryly when your hands brushed against his neck.

“It has many names depending on where you’re from but, it’s an evil eye. It helps protect you from misfortune and anyone who wishes ill intent toward you,” you told him, making sure the bead sat perfectly between his collarbone, “I figured after the night you got your things stolen, it was better to stay protected.”

“Is there anything that would protect me against him, Y/n?” Hoseok joked, joining the two of you now, “If anyone brings me bad luck it’s Jungkook considering he’s the reason everyone’s always out to get us.”

He turned to Hoseok ready to tell him to shut up but his friend always struggled to read the room. Hoseok just laughed like he was telling the funniest joke, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s true. Who’s the one who made out with a girl who’s already taken?”

“I didn’t know,” Jungkook said and despite it being the truth, everyone looked at him differently now.

“So you’re one of those guys,” the man behind the counter said with a mischievous smirk that had Jungkook turning around to look at him. “One of what guys?”

“The ones I hex—“

“So!” You cut Jimin off suddenly, standing directly in front of Jungkook now, chest nearly touching his that his breath caught in his throat, “What are your plans for the night? Are we taking too much of your time? I’m sure it was a long drive out.”

“Is this a subtle way of saying it’s about time we leave?” Jungkook asked with an amused smile, a bit taken back by how flustered you seem to be. There was something charming about you, a complete stranger, and it keeps drawing him in. He finds you physically attractive in a way he’s never found anyone like before. He thinks you dress differently, you present yourself differently, you remind him of a fairy or some mythological creature—just enchanting… and it makes him feel ridiculous.

Why does he feel this way toward you?

“I—That’s not h-how I meant it,” you shook your head, blush running through your cheeks, “I just assumed you probably had more important things to do.”

“And what if I said this was the important thing for today?” He asked with a tilt of his head, not caring much for his friend who was busy looking at all the crystals or the guy behind the counter who pretended not to listen, “Talking to you.”

This time around he raised a smile from you, “It would be flattering, but I know it’s not.”

He smiled, “What if it was?”

You didn’t hesitate to look into his eyes despite the way he seemed to close the distance between you like you were the only two in the shop, “It’s not.”

“Why don’t you think so?” He asked, attempting to rest his arm on the counter only for him to hit Coal instead, awkwardly jumping back and watching you smile with amusement.

“Because it would be so sad to hold a mere occurrence with me, a complete stranger, with such high importance.” The tone you said it in sounded cute, like you were genuinely pitying him for living such a boring life even if that wasn’t the case.

It took Jungkook a second to process your response and he couldn’t go any further. It was very clear you didn’t want him around anymore and you already rejected his proposal to go out. He did not want to seem like a pushy person and he has to just accept that you’re simply not interested. Does it make sense to him? No. He’s a catch, every girl tends to want him—but he won’t push any further.

He swears.

“I guess we’ll get going then and let you get back to work,” Jungkook couldn’t help but look back down at your patterned skirt or pretty neck adorned with handmade jewelry, “Maybe next time I’ll buy something.”

“Next time?” You asked as he grabbed the back of Hoseok’s shirt, dragging him behind toward the front door. Jungkook smirked, “Yeah! I mean… this can’t possibly be the end, right?”

“Well, I didn’t think anything here would pique your interest,” you said looking around at the dangling gold stars and the hanging tapestries stuck to the ceiling.

“On the contrary,” he practically mimicked your form of speech as he shoved Hobi out the door, “My interest has been piqued. I’ll see you around?”

You wrapped your cardigan around yourself more snugly, feet finally growing cold under the flooring and appearing more flustered, “I guess so.”

He smiled, waving goodbye as he fought off Hoseok who nearly jumped over him to bid his own farewell.

“Oh, he’s smitten,” Jimin laughed the second the door shut with the chime of the bell above it. It made you roll your eyes almost instantly, “He’ll get over it. He seems like a flirt.”

“Mhm, and he’s flirting with you,” Jimin said, watching you with amusement, “Whatever shall you do?”

“What I always do,” you told him matter-of-factly, “Ignore.”

Jimin looked down at the book of moon magic before him, pretending to skim through it, “Like you always do? And how’s that working out for your love life.”

“Listen to yourself, you love witch,” you said with a groan, lifting a finger to slide the book away from him without touching it, “He’s a stranger.”

“Don’t they always start out that way?” Invincible hands opened the book for him as it slid across the counter till it was directly in front of him again and he resumed to read.

Jimin shrugged, “I’m just saying. It wouldn’t kill you to open up to someone.”

“It would probably kill them.”

“Yeah, but there are plenty of fish in the sea and way too many men in the world.”

The sky was a shade between blue and gray, and every now and then he could feel a rare drop of water fall on him as it threatened to sprinkle. The autumn leaves crunched under his thick shoes as he crossed the lawn of the courtyard on his way to his next class—running behind only a little.

You would think being in his last semester of schooling would make him have his shit together but it really only seems to make his life a bigger mess than before. It’s like it hasn’t clicked in his mind yet how close he is to the end and he still wants to spend his weekends getting drunk at parties and showing up to Monday morning lectures way too late.

“Jungkook!”

To be honest, he doesn’t ever want to admit it but his life is a hot mess. He’s all over the place—all the time. He gets into bad situations with girls and he does awful in school. He’s not that great at work and he struggles to focus on anything but he doesn’t know what to do.

The night of the party was a bit of a wake up call to him. Obviously he hadn’t changed yet but… he got his shit stolen and his car broke down in the same night. That’s enough drama to get a man thinking about his life choices. He needs to make changes but he doesn’t know how. How does he give up the parties and the drinking so he could take things more seriously?

“Jungkook!”

“Huh?” He slipped an AirPod out of his ear as he turned around in search of who called for him. About a foot or so away from him stood a girl, short blonde hair, painted red lips and Chanel jewelry on. She was the sort of attractive that anyone walking past might turn and stare but he just seemed to tilt his head with curiosity.

“We met at the club a few weeks ago, remember?” She asked, looking up at him with flirty eyes, “You bought me a drink?”

“I did?” Jungkook asked, letting his eyes trail down her head to her body and so on, “What’s up?”

“Oh, uh, I was wondering if you were busy today? I’ve seen you around campus and I still owe you for the drink so how about some coffee?” She asked running her fingers through her hair.

“I’m good but thanks,” Jungkook said, already attempting to walk away. He’s late for his lecture and he’s sure the professor won’t bother opening the door for him so he’s better off going to the library until his next class. He’s got two more lectures and then he’ll work tonight so there’s no time to go out with a girl he doesn’t even remember the name of.

“Wait! I just… yknow. I just want to say thank you for the drink,” she follows after him, “One cup won’t hurt anyone, right?”

He looked back down at her with a sigh. She really was cute and his usual type but he’s not interested. Sure he has about two hours before his next lecture but does he really want to waste that time on some girl he met while drunk [that he most likely only approached because he wanted to hook up with her?].

“Alright, can I pick the place?” Jungkook asked suddenly, watching the girls eyes widen happily as she eagerly nodded her head.

Jungkook had no idea why he agreed or where he even planned on taking her, he just knew it was a bit far but familiar—to him, at least.

He didn’t give her much room to come up with anything either before they were catching a bus to the other side of town where the buildings looked older and more fit for the fall season with the dead leaves and puddles in the dark pavement. Scarlet&Sage looked surprisingly busy today with customers going in and out without stop.

He only knew this because the coffee shop he was currently at was right across the street from it. Please do not ask him how this came about… he’s not sure. He just remembers seeing the cafè the last time he came over here and when the blonde girl asked for coffee it was the first place that came to mind. It had absolutely nothing to do with the whimsical character he’s encountered in the small shop of wonders.

“So, do you like the coffee here?” The blonde asked as they sat at a small round table near the large window that gave him the perfect view of the outside.

“It’s alright,” Jungkook mumbled, looking down at his cup wondering what you might be doing.

It’s not that he was weirdly obsessed or anything. He was just mildly interested.

Mildly.

His attention should be on the blonde but he couldn’t even remember her name and he was too embarrassed to ask. He talks to a lot of girls like her… he’s hooked up with a lot of girls like her and sometimes they all start to blend and he just can’t pick them apart. As stated, the blonde is hot, he’s not going to deny that and clearly he had approached her at some club for that reason but right now she just seems so bland.

It’s become a bit of a problem of his and he’s beginning to notice it. Jungkook did not consider himself a player by any means but he would be lying if he said he didn’t date a lot of girls. That’s why right now that he’s with some random girl who invited him to coffee, he couldn’t really think of her. He only agreed as an excuse to come to this side of town in hopes of stopping by the shop but now he’s stuck here with a stranger while you’re across the street doing who knows what.

The shop had been busy at open but once the rush had gone, things had visibly slowed down for the two witches. Jimin was bored to death, arguing with Coal over the dumbest of things and you tried busying yourself with useless flicks of your finger to turn on and off all the candles on the counter. Crystals by Stevie Nicks played from a small boombox tucked into a bookshelf and the cold autumn day dragged by too slow for your liking.

It’s not that you expect an exciting day on the regular but ever since you met those two strangers one October night, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would have more occurrences like that. When Jungkook sent the gift and flowers it was a nice surprise that brightened your day and when he and Hoseok popped in a few days later… well that also brought a sense of warmth. It couldn’t possibly be because you were interested in seeing Jungkook again despite how obviously handsome he was.

You do not allow yourself to fall in love or even gain a small crush toward anyone when you know the repercussions. Jimin could mock you for it all he wants but the curse has proven to be true time and time in your line of witches and you do not want anyone to fall victim to it because you foolishly allowed yourself to like someone.

Sure, deep down you’re a romantic but aren’t most people? Don’t most people wish to meet that one person that makes their heart race or their smile widen? Someone they find comfort in without even realizing it at first but once you do you don’t ever want to leave their arms? Isn’t that what everyone wishes even when they don’t know it? Even the most anti-romantic individual must at some point crave the intimacy that comes with finding the one they love.

It’s inevitable to feel this way but you can’t act upon any feelings you might have toward someone—you shouldn’t, and therefore you remain single despite something inside you wishing to change that. It’s for the best, honestly and maybe if you wish strong enough… you’ll never have to see Jungkook again because despite not knowing him at all… you can’t help but think about him.

“Y/n, I have a favor to ask,” Jimin said with a sigh as he joined you at the counter, “And there was nobody else I could think to ask this of aside from my most beautiful celestially whimsical best friend.”

The corners of your lips curved upward, rolling your eyes playfully as you waited for him to go on and just say it. His eyes met yours and with an adorable pout he asked, “Do you mind running to the post office for me? I’ve got a palm reading appointment in ten.”

“Oh, I suppose I could make a quick run,” you told him with a dramatic sigh, fighting back a smile when he squeezed your face in his hands. “I absolutely adore you, you beautiful witch.”

Jimin left to retrieve two white envelopes he needed you to drop off and you took them happily, heading to the door when you turned back to look at him, “Remind how amazing I am for doing the smallest of tasks for you.”

“Undeniably amazing.”

The coffee at the cafe was not memorable at all, in fact, Jungkook doesn’t know if he would ever come back again but deep down he knows he will, even if it’s just an excuse to stare at Scarlet&Sage. He’s ashamed to admit he couldn’t even pretend to act interested in what the blonde said and at some point she must’ve realized that because they sat together in silence. Her eyes wandered around the cafe while his focused on the brick storefront of your shop, wondering if he should stop by and say hello or not.

When the door seemed to open from the inside, he could physically feel his heart race and soon enough… you were there standing in a dark blue velvet slip dress with brown leather boots and golden star clips in your hair, shivering slightly with the cold and he acted before he could think.

“I’ll be right back,” Jungkook said abruptly, raising to his feet, not bothering to even look back at the blonde when she called his name and left the shop with all his things.

“Y/n!”

You read the sending addresses on the envelopes, smiling when you realized Jimin was sending this to a good friend of yours. At first, you didn’t hear the call of your name. If anything made you stop, it was the sudden howl of wind that had a stream of fallen leaves circling around you, following the sight of them until you turned back to find the one person you had been thinking about standing there before you.

“Jungkook?” You couldn’t hide the look of pleasant surprise on your face as you gave him a moment to catch up to you, “Did you trim your hair?”

That made him pause for a moment as he ran his fingers through the short black hair, shy smile on his face, “I did. Does it look bad?”

He didn’t ask where you were going when he began to walk alongside you. You shook your head, “I like it. It suits you, but I’m sure everything does, Dumbledore.”

“Will you ever let that go?” He asked slightly embarrassed by the worst night of his life and how strangely it was the reason the two of you met.

“Oh, of course,” you said, unable to catch the playful tone in his voice, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I didn—you didn—I just meant…” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, “Um… so what are you doing?”

“I’m running an errand for Jimin,” you told him casually, turning the corner of the block with him at your side, “And what about you?”

“I wanted to try the coffee place across the street from you. I missed a class today and had time so…” Jungkook bit his lip wondering what more to say.

“The coffee is not good,” you said and he smiled. “It isn’t.”

“So… Y/n, I know last time you said it wasn’t a good idea but… I don’t know, I was wondering if maybe we could still try and get dinner. I don’t mean to push bu—“

“Why?” You asked suddenly, big sparkly eyes staring at him that he felt his breath hitch when the two of you stopped in front of the post office. He had to blink away the shock a few times before he was able to snap back into reality. Jungkook reached for the door, hearing the sound of bells above as he let you brush past him and head inside.

Why? What did you mean why? Did you find it strange that he wanted to go out with you? Did you think he had no valid reason to seek you out? Did he?

You left his side to drop the envelopes down the shoot before returning to him with a soft hum, singing some indie song in your head, thanking him when he held the door open for you again.

“I wish I could give you a million reasons as to why but I can’t,” Jungkook told you honestly, watching the way you seemed to shiver in the cold again. You forgot a cardigan or shawl and were sincerely regretting it now. He didn’t hesitate to take off his crewneck, offering it to you despite the cold biting his skin now and he finished his thoughts, “I only have one, Y/n and I think it’s fairly simple. I want to get to know you because I find you beautiful and interesting and you make me curious.”

“A lot of people are beautiful and interesting,” you tried to brush him off despite the sudden warmth running through your veins as you became overwhelmed by the lingering scent of his cologne on the sweater.

“But not like you,” he said and he surprised himself. When has he ever called someone beautiful and mean it? Another rustle of wind carried dead leaves in the air, this time circling around the two of you and you couldn’t help but watch one get caught in his hair.

“I don’t get you,” you admitted, walking a bit faster toward the shop now, “We’re practically strangers still and I’ve said no once so… yknow… I mean… wouldn’t you have other girls to try? Probably prettier ones and more outgoing so really there’s no need to try and go out with me when I’m sure you have better options out there with people you’re much closer to.”

Jungkook scoffed, a small smirk on his face, “I didn't think there was anything to get. I… well… yes, I do know others who I could ask but I’m not interested in any of them, only you.”

Was it that obvious that he had become a bit of a player? A romantic who jumped into relationships or flings for the adrenaline they brought? Could you read that on his face? With the way you turned to look into his eyes, he wondered if that really was the case.

You shouldn’t involve yourself with him.

It’ll only complicate things.

He seems to be a flirt, he could get anyone he wants so why is he stuck on you?

You’re already a bit interested in him too and that’s dangerous but when you look at his neck and see the necklace you gave him, you felt happy—not good.

“I’m a witch.”

Jungkook chuckled suddenly, unable to tell if you were trying to change the mood or scare him off, “Good thing it’s October and it’s the Season of the Witch.”

He doesn’t believe you, obviously—or well, not to the extent that you mean. It’s not a secret you like the craft but he doesn’t expect you to have a flying broomstick lying around.

“It’s the truth, Jungkook,” you told him as you neared the shop, “And that means I’m not good for you.”

“Why? Because you have a black cat and love crystals?” Jungkook joked lightheartedly.

“No. Because I have a curse to those who like me and it could really put them in danger,” you said and for a second he seemed to falter… genuinely wondering if you were being serious or not. He doesn’t believe in magic or curses like you’ve convinced Hobi to but it was an odd thing to say… maybe.

Maybe it wasn’t odd at all considering your lifestyle choice but…

But…

No.

You can’t just suddenly tell him that and expect him to believe it. It’s one thing to be fascinated by it all and open a store about it and actually—

Magic isn’t real.

Curses aren’t real.

“So you reject me because of a curse?” He asked, studying you closely to see how he would react. You didn’t reject him because you were uninterested, but because you believe you’re cursed? He knew you were a bit odd when he first met you but to this extent? And to know it hadn’t scared him back to the blonde who was surely already visiting Jimin to hex him. “And not because you want nothing to do with me?”

You bit your lip, “It’s complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said, “Y/n, curses only have power if you believe in them and I don’t.”

Your eyes widened, unsure if you should be offended by his utter blindness to the magical or amazed by his clear mindset. What were you going on about? Did you expect him to run away when you said? Had you hoped he would? Would that have made it easier to not think about him? Maybe he just doesn’t fully believe you yet. Magic is a hard thing for everyone to accept.

People don’t want to believe what they can’t see.

“I should head inside now,” you told him quietly and you could visibly see the way he dejected, with his shoulders drooping, “And there’s something sticking out of your pocket.”

Jungkook barely had a second to process what you said before you were leaving him alone outside with his eyebrows furrowed as he felt around his black jeans with confusion.

His gaze softened with curiosity as he pulled out a piece of folded parchment paper from his pocket and opened it hurriedly.

‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you but here’s my number. xxx-xxx-xxxx — Y/n ☽’

Despite the utter confusion he felt on how you managed to put this note in his pocket, he felt more happy to know you’re opening yourself to him. He could worry about the strangeness of this later when it doesn’t feel like he’s on cloud 9 from simply getting a girls number.

“Jungkook!”

He bit the insides of his cheeks to hide a growing smile as he stuffed the paper back in his pocket, looking up with surprise as the blonde came up to him, “What happened? You suddenly left with some weirdo an—“

“I’m not interested,” Jungkook rushed out, “I’m so sorry, I seriously am but I can’t even remember your name and I’ve been too embarrassed to ask. You seem very nice and I’m sure I would’ve loved to get to know you but… but I want to pursue something with someone else. She’s a witch, apparently, which I find it hard to believe but she’s given me this note and I have no idea when she managed to give it to me without me knowing but it’s all so interesting and I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before over something so sm—“

“Asshole,” the girl gave him a small shove, cutting off his rant and stormed away from him. He watched her go with a bit of pity because she was right. He was an asshole… for taking her invitation and using it to meet you. For leading other girls on and leaving them when he was bored. For wasting their time and he swears he does feel awful now.

He wants to be different and he’s wondering if his racing heart for you would be the start.

Even with the shove the blonde had given him, he couldn’t help but smile and pull out the paper again to read over the note as many times as necessary just to remember today.

And so it began despite the countless amount of times you told yourself not to fall for anyone. It was hard when he was texting you as often as he could.

jungkook: I still want to kno how u got the note in my pocket

y/n: with magic, silly

jungkook: like a magician’s?

y/n: no :/

y/n: like a witch’s.

jungkook: …

jungkook: why are u so cute

y/n: glamour magic?

“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Jungkook’s friend asked one day as they met up at the campus library. He looked up at Taehyung who sat down across from him on some comfortable lounge chairs, already getting his laptop out.

“Her name’s Y/n,” Jungkook sat up, “She’s a bit strange and unusual—but in a good way!”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Cool, I guess. Anyway, are you coming this weekend?”

“Where to?” He asked, biting his lip as he thought of what to say back.

jungkook: or maybe that’s just how u are

y/n: maybe ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა but I’m dangerous

“Joon’s Halloween party,” Taehyung said, watching his friend smile before quickly typing.

jungkook: right…

jungkook: bc of the curse?

y/n: yeah

jungkook: nothing has happened to me yet

“Who?” Jungkook asked absentmindedly as he looked up for a mere second.

“Who?! Boy, don’t play with me. Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, big meaty buff Namjoon, our friend?” Taehyung scoffed with a laugh. Jungkook chuckled, “Oh right. Um… maybe.”

y/n: that’s bc we haven’t gone out

jungkook: so let’s change that and test the theory

jungkook: what r u doing tonight?

“I’ve invited some girls to meet us there, super hot, trust me you’ll like em,” Taehyung said despite how obvious Jungkook’s interest in you seemed. He had literally just brought you up and yet Taehyung didn’t seem to think that was going to stop Jungkook from wanting to meet other girls.

“Yeah…” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, leg bouncing anxiously as he waited for you to answer, “I’m not really interested.”

Taehyung audibly laughed, not believing his friend as he opened his laptop to do some work. Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him, “I’m serious. I’m talking to someone right now.”

“I mean… are you bringing her this weekend?” Taehyung asked, making Jungkook shrug his shoulders. “I’m not sure Y/n would want to go.”

y/n: it’s a full moon tonight

y/n: but I’m free

jungkook: want to go out for dinner?

y/n: okay ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

The smile that grew on his face from your text nearly slipped when Taehyung spoke up, “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Come on man, it’s not like you’re dating anyone and if so when has that ever stopped you from a good time?”

“I’m not saying I won’t go, but I’m saying I don’t want to talk to any other girls, man,” Jungkook said with a sigh as he checked the time on his screen, “Alright, I’ve got to get ready.”

“Why? You don’t work till later, right?” Taehyung asked while watching his friend gather his things to leave. Jungkook nodded, “Yeah but I’ve got plans after so I have to get ready now. I’ll see you this weekend?”

Taehyung gave up on his friend and waved him off with a dismissed goodbye.

“A date?!” Jimin nearly yelled into your ear as the two of you watered the plants in the greenhouse, “You have a date tonight?!”

“No,” you shook your head, “It's not like that… Jungkook and I are just getting dinner.”

“As a date,” Jimin said with a roll of his eyes, “There’s no point denying it, Y/n. I will admit he’s not the type I thought you would go for but I support it fully if it means you’ll finally let someone in.”

“Why are you being so dramatic?” You asked, “I’m… I only agreed to dinner because he asked and I didn’t want to reject him again. Once he’s gotten. What he wants I’m sure he’ll move on to the next.”

“Y/n,” Jimin’s tone was stronger than usual, “I don’t believe that. Even if Jungkook seems to be the type… he can clearly tell there’s something about you that makes things worthwhile. Stop doubting it and just allow yourself to go out with someone.”

Just as you were about to try and brush this off with an excuse that you had to leave, Coal came prancing in holding the small skeleton fish Jungkook bought for him and set it before you to play.

When Jungkook arrived in front of the shop, he’s not sure what he expected. You looked as pretty as usual in a brown floral maxi dress and a thin lace cardigan and shimmer in your hair. You always looked pretty to him, natural and whimsical, ethereal. He’s not sure why he feels this way but he does and he likes the feeling.

“Hi,” Jungkook felt breathless as he held the car door open for you, unsure why he felt nervous at all. He’s been on hundreds of dinner dates, this was nothing new for him so why were his hands growing clammy?

“You’re nervous?” You asked, finger brushing against the front of his white shirt. A smile came to his face, “Maybe.”

“Why?” You asked even as your own heart raced with nerves.

“Honestly…” Jungkook bit his lip, waiting at your door, “I don’t know, you make me nervous.”

“Is that good or bad?” You asked.

“Good, I think,” Jungkook smiled as he shut the car door and rounded to his side.

He had no reason to be nervous, really, Jungkook was into you and he had a feeling you were into him too. Why else would you have agreed? Yes, you’re a bit strange and he still doesn’t understand what you mean by curse or how you got the note in his pocket but that doesn’t scare him. Why doesn’t that scare him?

Why did he suddenly feel like dinner wasn’t enough? He always had dinner dates. It was always his go-to first date idea.

You stared out the window as he started the car, completely unaware of his growing panic at the realization. You were more focused on the glowing moon than him and yet the silence in the car didn’t bother him. Usually, whoever he was with would talk his ear off but you were quiet right now. Were you growing bored of him before you gave him a chance to open himself up to you? Would you think the dinner reservation he set for tonight would be too cliché? You don’t seem like a 5-star restaurant date. You don’t seem like the type to care and yet he blindly set the date up in the same manner he did every other girl he went out with.

The thought alone was making him antsy and it was hard to miss the way his finger tapped against the steering wheel as he drove off.

“So, what restaurant are we going to?” You asked in a gentle voice, in hopes that maybe he wouldn’t seem so quiet. The question made him bite his lip, playing with his lip ring as his brows furrowed in thought, “I—um…”

His hands were clammy.

You blinked away your confusion, eyes dropping down to your lap as you asked, “Do you not want to do this anymore?”

“No! I mean… I—I want to but uh,” Jungkook stopped at a red light, “I um…”

How does he tell you what he had planned tonight was the same thing he always did whenever he went on a date with a random girl?

How does he tell you that’s not what he wants for you?

“It’s a full moon tonight?” Jungkook asked suddenly, staring out his tinted windshield. You merely nodded your head silently.

“Change of plans then,” he mumbled to himself, turning on his blinker and when the light turned green he took a completely different route from that of the restaurant. You wanted to question him, wondering if he was taking you back home but after a while the city lights grew fewer and fewer and the hills got bigger and bigger.

Jungkook drove a short distance out of the city where large meadows began to cover fields and fields of hills. He pulled the car to the side of the road and without question he got out, opening the trunk first and you grew worried.

“Is this the plot twist? You drive me out of the city to plan my murder?” You jokingly asked as you got out of the car and joined his side. He rummaged through paper bags pulling out water bottles and small snack bags he must’ve bought a while ago. He grabbed an old blanket he tossed back there after crashing at Namjoon’s place and asked you to walk with him.

“No, it’s just,” Jungkook took a deep breath, trudging through the thick grass in the dark night with only the full moon and stars eliminating his way, “I want to do things differently with you. I wanted to get dinner, yes, but… but it’s a full moon, Y/n. Do you really want to spend your night indoors where you can’t even see it?”

He thought back to the star clips in your hair that shimmered like the sparkles in your eyes. The way you seemed to love the spirituality of life and he didn’t even have to know you well enough to know how in tune you are with nature. One look at you told him everything he needed to know and despite the cold autumn night… he knew you preferred it over wherever he planned on taking you.

“I…” you bit your lip nervously, following after him into the clear meadow surrounded by hills and a single road where the car had been parked, “I’m sorry but I don’t understand.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook stopped to look at you, “I don't know how to explain it but you feel different to me. Since the first night we met, all I could think about was you and I don’t want to ruin the first chance you’ve given me to get to know you by doing the same thing I do every time. I want to do something that would be fun, maybe, different and more to your liking. I want to know why you brought up the moon tonight or why you talk about curses and glamours and why you enjoy the smell of incense. I want to know how the note got in my pocket and how you seem to communicate with Coal like you could truly understand him. The strangeness of it all fascinates me and sitting in a stuffy restaurant eating subpar food won’t tell me anything about you besides that you let me take you on a boring date.”

“You’re a bit strange,” you confessed, a smile growing on your face as small fireflies fill the meadow, “But I like it.”

Jungkook extended the blanket on the ground, throwing the things onto it before collapsing on his side waiting for you to join him. You sat down tucking your dress under your legs and moved to lay on your back, the sound of crickets somewhere off in the distance as you stared up at the sky.

Usually, Jungkook picked the noisiest of places possible so that he wouldn’t have to have his full attention on whoever he was dining with. If the conversation got boring he could always find somewhere else to focus before he would finally just invite him to his bed. Right now he’s got nowhere else to look aside from the night sky and you.

“Do you meditate?” You asked.

“No,” Jungkook said, turning on his back with an arm tucked under his head and the other on the blanket, “But I can try.”

“Okay, take even breaths and try to clear your mind,” you told him as you let your eyes close for a moment, “The full moon is a time to let go and welcome new energy in your life by reflecting on what you need to release.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he tried to listen to you, tried to visualize what he would like to let go. What did he need to reflect on?

Was it his grades? His shitty part time job at the convenience store? His past mistakes in relationships?

“Listen to the sounds around you, let them help you find inner peace,” you whispered with the wind catching his breath, small sounds of nature here and there, “Visualize your dreams, your reflections. Find your release.”

It’s his last semester of school and yet he misses class when he’s late. He agrees to go out with girls he has no real intention of getting to know and he puts himself in messy situations that drag his friends along too.

He’s tired of acting the same way he did when he was younger—never took responsibility and was always careless in his actions. Even the other when he went out with the blonde but not because he wanted her, but because he could use her as an excuse to himself to come seek you out. He disregarded her feelings.

When Taehyung approached him about the girls he wanted Jungkook to meet, he expect Jungkook to lie about seeing them even when he was interested in you because that’s what Jungkook usually did.

How does he change his ways?

Tonight he wants to release his toxic patterns.

He wants to embrace change and welcome the shift of energy you brought him. He wants to form deeper connections with those around him and open himself up to new possibilities, no matter how strange.

“Y/n,” Jungkook’s voice came out raspy as his hand felt around the blanket blindly until your fingers brushed against his and he was going to hold onto them, “How do you do it?”

“Do what?” You asked him, letting him hold your hand, ignoring the sudden tingle up your arm. His eyes opened, “How do you make me want to find comfort in you when you’re essentially still a stranger to me?”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” you said.

“Tell me about the curse,” Jungkook couldn’t believe he was saying it. It was one thing to go along with the joke over text but now that he’s lying here with you, he’s curious.

“Really?” You asked looking at him, watching him nod his head making you sigh, “Why? You don’t believe in it anyway.”

“But you do,” he said truthfully, “And I want to see what makes you believe in i—“

His words slowed down as he watched a butterfly land on your fingertip as if you called for it yourself. He’s not sure if it meant anything or if it was just the utter fascination he had of you but he wanted to kiss you. It had nothing to do with getting you in his bed tonight and everything to do with just feeling you and when he raised his finger to touch yours, he took your hand and pulled you toward him.

You didn’t pull back like he thought you might, and before he could really process it, you were leaning into him. Jungkook placed a hand on your jaw, guiding your lips to his until finally, the softest touch made his insides melt. You kissed him gently, scared almost and his face fit perfectly between your hands as he hovered over you, eyes closed and warm to the touch.

Jungkook felt as if something burst inside him and he just wanted to chase that feeling with your kisses, unable to help himself from getting lost in the moment. He felt a bit numb to his surroundings, the only feeling he had was your lips on his and your tongue running along his with need. His breath was becoming short and the soft push of your hand on his shoulder had him pulling back reluctantly.

“You’re a good kisser,” you whispered against his lips and he couldn’t help but break into a smile, pecking your lips one last time before letting his head drop against your chest.

“It’s late,” he said with a small sigh as he looked up at you, finding your eyes stuck on the full moon.

You looked down at him and he could practically see the way you glowed underneath him.

He didn’t believe in magic or witches but, how else would he explain this feeling of being under a love spell?

And if he allowed himself to believe in love spells then did he have to believe in curses too?

“Now what do you mean you’re not coming tonight?” His friend asked, sporting Jungkook as he did a set of bench presses.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it,” Jungkook answered, counting how many he did, “I’ve got plans with Y/n.”

“And what? She won’t let you out for one night?” Namjoon asked with a slight roll of his eyes as Jungkook set the bar back in place and sat up with deep breaths, “She can’t come with us?”

“It’s not like that,” he shook his head no, “I haven’t even mentioned it to her.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but scoff as he took Jungkook’s place, “Why not? Would she be mad if you told her that you were going out with friends, for fucks sake?”

“What? No, No, Y/n’s not like that,” Jungkook was getting annoyed with his friend’s assumptions, “But I already talked about this with Taehyung. I’m not interested in partying right now or anything. I just wanna… yknow, chill?”

“You don’t even sound like yourself,” Namjoon said with a laugh, deciding to not push any further, “But whatever, I get it.”

“Get what?” Jungkook watched him move the bar to begin his set.

“You’re talking to someone,” Namjoon said with baited breath, “You've gotta be on your best behavior.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I’m holding myself back. If I wanted to go out, I would.”

He’s being honest. You’re not keeping him from anything and it’s not like he was forcing himself to be someone he’s not but this wasn’t that serious. Yes, he had a tendency to go out with his friends every weekend and lately that’s declined but it’s not because of you necessarily. He’s just realized he’s way too exhausted these days to exert this much energy on a night he would regret by morning. He made terrible decisions and he’s tired of getting himself in trouble because of them.

“Just say the word and we can leave whenever you want,” Jungkook spoke into your ear as you looked around at everyone surrounding you. It was loud and packed with people in costumes, all looking to spend a fun night out celebrating Halloween. You’ll admit, it’s a bit out of your element but you’ll learn to adapt. It will just take some adjustment but the energy seems high and it might be more fun than staying at the shop to hand out candy all night.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, letting him place a hand on your lower back to lead you to the bar. Tonight was the first time you’ll be meeting Jungkook’s friend but you don’t feel nervous. If anything, he seemed more nervous than you and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. Since your first date the two of you have really leveled up whatever has been brewing between you since the night you met.

You’ve been spending more time together but it usually consists of Jungkook visiting you or texting all day. You haven’t had a chance to see more of him yet— as it feels like he’s been trying to accommodate you—so you’re curious to see how the night plays out with him and his friends.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” A loud voice boomed from the bar where you could see a familiar face smile at you. Hoseok waved happily at you as Jungkook led you to him and the others who watched you curiously. Hoseok ditched the hockey player costume for simple skull makeup and a leather jacket.

“There was a line to get in,” Jungkook admitted, slipping his hand in yours and pulling you forward, “What do you want to drink?”

“Surprise me,” you said with a smile. Jungkook ordered something on your behalf before turning to his other friends, “Everyone this is Y/n.”

“Jungkook didn’t do you any justice,” Taehyung said with a curious tilt of his head, “You’re way prettier than he said.”

“Oh no, what else has he said about me?” You asked with a soft tone that had both Taehyung and Namjoon blinking in surprise.

“Um, well…. A lot of things, neither one of them have shut up since they met you,” Namjoon confessed, looking to Hoseok who seemed to also think highly of you.

“Yes, I think Y/n put a spell on me,” Jungkook teased, handing you a bluish lavender drink and sending you a wink. He, of course, still felt nervous considering this is the first time he’s introducing you to his friends. It’s not that he’s embarrassed of you or anything but he’s definitely worried about what his friends would say to you. Not that long ago, Taehyung tried getting Jungkook to lie to you just because he didn’t care for how serious Jungkook felt about you. Now, Taehyung is here talking to you and Jungkook is worried he might say something he shouldn't.

Honestly, when the night started he didn’t expect you to want to come out. Namjoon had been bugging him all day about it and he had full intentions of not going out so he could spend the night handing out candy with you but… It’s like you have a sixth sense and when you asked him if he had any other plans, he told you what he was invited to and asked you to come along. He full heartedly thought you would say no because you don’t seem like the type to come out drinking but for some reason you agreed and he was happy with that.

Of course he was nervous to introduce you to the others but when he looked over at you and found you smiling softly, trying your hardest to be in the moment, he was grateful. His friends didn’t talk bad about him to you despite the occasional teasing and you didn’t seem uncomfortable by it. Every now and then he would run his thumb against your hip to remind you he’s there but mostly, he just listened.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” you said after a while. Taehyung had asked you question after question about the shop or the spell jar you made Hoseok and you indulged him in it all.

“Hm?” Jungkook fixed the tilt in your witch’s hat, “I’m just listening.”

“Are you having fun?” You asked letting his arm encircle your waist until you faced him. He looked at his friends who managed to grab the attention of some girls nearby and were in deep conversation with them.

His shoulders lifted in a shrug, “It’s alright.”

Your nose scrunched up in thought as you looked away from him, he kept you close trying to get you to look back at him, “I mean… yeah it’s fun but it’s loud and hot and… I don’t know, I kinda want it to just be us.”

“Just us?”

“Yeah, my friends have been talking to you all night,” he said it like it was a secret, “And Joon said he wanted me here so I came but now I’m really in the mood for us to leave—unless you want to stay.”

“Are you trying to ditch out on us?” Hoseok put an arm around his shoulders, dragging him into his side, “You barely come out anymore and now you’ve got Y/n here so there’s no reason to not want to party. It’s Halloween!”

“I know, but,” Jungkook played with his lip ring as he smiled lazily, “You’ve been taking all of my girl’s attention and I’m tired of sharing.”

The words slipped out but he didn’t regret them, even when you looked up at him curiously. He expected some sort of response from you but you merely smiled and shrugged like you weren’t apart of this exchange so when Namjoon asked what was up, Jungkook was honest.

“I think we’re calling it a night,” he had your hand in his, pulling into him as he looked at his friends and whatever girls they were with, “But you guys have fun.”

“That’s it?” Taehyung asked, looking at you, “Y/n, you don’t want to go to another bar?”

Jungkook released a small sigh as he looked down at you. He would love to leave but if you wanted to stay and maybe go to a few more places before ending the night… he’d do it but only because it’s what you want.

“I miss my cat,” you said it so casually that the others couldn’t understand it as an answer at first until you were waving goodbye, happy you met them but ready to go.

You didn’t talk much in the car and Jungkook drove carefully taking you back to the shop that was connected to your home. He’s not sure if you were tired or distracted but you stared out the window chasing the moon through the city. At one point he glanced over and found you nipping at your bottom lip with worry but he tried not to overthink it. The night had been good and you got along with his friends so there wasn’t anything he would change but the silence made him worry.

The car pulled up in front of the lantern lit shop and he looked at you with nerves waiting to see how you would Halloween. It was late but there were still a few people in costumes wandering around and too early to really call it a night. You silently pushed open the door, ready to leave when you sighed, “Jungkook.”

He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he’s listening and you turned to him, “Earlier you called me—“

My girl.

“I know,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I just meant… I—I don’t know. Was it corny?”

A small laugh left your lips at his sudden question and decided to tease, “Just a little.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was worried about,” Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle, “I was trying to sound cool and…”

“Failed?”

“Whoa,” he held a hand to his chest, “I wouldn’t go that far.” The car was still on but he made no move to leave and neither did you. Instead, he just looked at you sitting half in his car with the door open, “You didn’t like it?”

“Um, it’s not that but,” you bit your lip in thought, “I’m just worried of your intentions.”

“With you?” He asked quietly, watching you nod your head shyly and he sighed, “You don’t know if it’s worth it.”

It sounded like a statement and he knew he was right. You were worried about the curse, he knew you well enough to know that but he doesn’t care. He wants to go out with you and some stupid age old curse isn’t going to change his mind. He understands that you believe it so he won’t look down on it but he wants to be with you.

“What if I said it was?” Jungkook asked with genuine curiosity, “It’d be the first time I get cursed by a witch.”

He meant the last part as a joke and it got you to smile so he was more comfortable to tease, “Maybe I’ll turn into a cat so Coal and I could be friends.”

“He doesn’t like having friends,” You said with a smile and he could practically see your walls crumble so he kept going.

“That’s a shame because I have a dog and he’s the friendliest boy you’ll ever meet,” Jungkook said with a defeated sigh.

“I’m warning you,” you said but he smiled. “I’ve been warned.”

“I won't be upset if you don’t want to see me anymore. I’m a bit weird, yknow?” You seemed to ask, already beginning to warm up to the idea and it was enough to give him hope.

“I would have never guessed,” he said as he twisted a silver star charm you had styled in your hair, leaning closer and closer till his face was only a couple centimeters away, “And if you’re trying to scare me off, it’s not working—I can wake up with a bald head of hair tomorrow and I’ll be fine with it as long as I get to talk to you again.”

“So, do you want to come up then?” You asked and you didn’t have to say it twice for him to be powering off the engine so he could follow you inside.

For the first time ever, he disappeared behind the celestial tapestry that led up to your front door, trying to look around in the darkness. You liked rich shades of purple and blue. You liked stars and sheer drapes on your ceilings. You liked stain glass lamp shades and big soft rugs. Your house was like a whimsigoth cottage in the city and your bedroom was everything he imagined it to be even in the dark.

He expected you to turn the lights or something but instead you seemed to snap a finger before a couple candles lit up the bedroom and he was lost in wonder. It felt like he was enjoying a cozy night in the woods, like he just rested his head on your lap and listen to you read his palm.

“Sorry, it’s a bit messy,” you shoved a couple books aside and looked around the bedroom, “Is there anything I can get you.”

Jungkook shook his head, deciding to go through your vinyls with curiosity, smiling whenever he saw a vinyl with the word ‘witch’ in the title. You explained to him that it was all Jimin’s doing because he found it funny to buy you every vinyl with a Halloween or witchy vibe to it.

“Jungkook,” you called to his distracted mind and he lifted his eyes to you, the reflection from the lit candles in his gaze. You were standing by the edge of your bed, looking shy as you took off the witch’s hat. His lips parted with surprise, letting his feet take him to you until you were face to face and so close that his front brushed against yours. “Is this really something you want?”

He was the guy who had every girl he wanted. He would go to parties and make out with people he should. He would make bad decisions and regret them right after but this feels far from a bad decision. It’s the first time in a while that something felt right and it had to be you. There’s a reason why he’s been cleaning his act up, going to all his classes, showing up to work on time and ditching the nights out getting drunk.

Of course this was something he wanted.

He wanted you.

He had feelings for you.

You felt warm and he wanted to brush his fingers against your hair. Your touch was gentle but sudden as you ran a hand down the front of his chest, circling around his neck taking all his attention once more and he began to lean into you.

“Of course this is something I want,” he said just above a whisper, letting his hands touch down on your waist, unable to hold himself back any longer before he was pressing his lips to yours and kissing you effortlessly.

You tilted your head back, kissing him with equal hunger as he pulled you even closer until your bodies began to mold together into one before guiding you to lay back on your bed. Jungkook was gentle but firm, his hands felt rough but he touched you with such softness when he ran them down your sides. He didn’t hesitate to try and relish in the feeling of you under him, kissing along your neck and pressing his lips to your pulse point until he could feel your breath hitch in your throat.

You’re not a virgin but you’re not entirely experienced and yet you couldn’t find it in you to be nervous. Not even when his hands began to hitch up your black dress making you raise your hips enough for him to pull it up. Jungkook never once pulled his lips away from your skin, the desire to leave love bites was too strong and you were so soft underneath him. You looked up at your dark ceiling with its silver stars plastered all over and a handing moon lantern at the center, letting him kiss down your chest and navel.

“Is this okay?” Jungkook asked with genuine concern as he laid between your parted legs. The skirt of your dress had been pulled up to your stomach exposing the black underwear you wore, feeling his gentle fingers run against your hips patiently. A smile came to your face when he rested his head against your thigh, looking up at you lovingly and you nodded your head.

Jungkook pressed a kiss to your inner thighs, nose brushing against the sensitive areas as his nimble fingers began to brush along the thin black fabric, not yet touching you directly but feeling the outline of what was underneath. He could almost feel it all, the curve of your mound down to the slit where he pushed his thumb against until he could make out your entrance and feel the way you seemed to gasp when he teased you.

You had to bite down on your lip to keep in the surprised yelp from the way he began to pull your underwear down, moving to kiss whatever he exposed, not shying away from being more intimate. He raised your leg, sliding the cloth off before placing soft kisses against your calf and thigh, leading your legs over his shoulders before he laid back down and looked at what was between them. You felt like running away from how focused he seemed on your heat, almost asked him why until he was leaning down, tongue coming out to swipe against your hooded clit teasingly.

The bed was lush with pillows, using them to sink your head into when he did it again, this time more firm and intentional. You’ll admit, it’s been a while since you last had gotten intimate with someone so you couldn’t help but squirm when his tongue became more languid in its movements, separating your folds with the tip of it and letting his lips tug on the pulled skin. You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling his fingers pinch your thighs to keep you still while he circled your hardening clit with the tip of his tongue before kissing your labia and licking up whatever slick you released.

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but let out when he pressed his tongue against your entrance, nose pushing against your clit and just letting himself be completely engulfed by your essence. You could practically feel him smile against your core when he tilted his head to the side to tug your labia softly between his lips before letting it go and repeating the action.

When your hand found his hair, he seemed to pause wondering if you wanted him to stop, but then he felt a tug and he was helplessly following after you until you kissed, neither caring if there was the taste of you on his tongue. A low groan bubbled up in his throat that slipped through your lips when your tongue licked along his like you didn’t care he had just been kissing your soaked pussy and that made him unbelievably hard.

Jungkook moved a hand down to your legs, finding its way to your wet cunt, gently pressing into the puddle of slick at your entrance before moving up to your clit and rubbing it between his fingers. Your hands were in his hair, tugging softly whenever he did something you liked and with his tongue down your throat, he didn’t hesitate to tease your entrance with his middle finger, already feeling how tight your walls are when he began to press inside. Your mouth slipped open in pleasure as he thrusted a long finger into your cunt, palm flat against your clit and rubbing it in rhythm with his finger that soon became two, “You’re so wet, Angel.”

His fingers were completely soaked and anytime he pulled out his fingers to push them back in, he could practically feel the puddle around them and it made his dick throb in his pants. Your kissing came to an end when Jungkook couldn’t help but feel the need to disappear between your legs again, a bit annoyed that the fabric of your dress was in the way but pulled away anyway.

You arched your back off the bed in pleasure when his mouth found your clit again, paying his full attention back on it instead of his fingers which never relented on pumping in and out of you with such vigor that your legs began to shake, “Jungkook.”

“Hm?” He moaned, teeth lightly tugging on your folds and watching them go back until he licked against them to do it again.

“Are you close, Angel?” Jungkook asks with an unusually hoarse voice when you start to clench around his fingers, “Go ahead, let go for me.”

Your face hot and your chest heaving at the intensity just as it hits you and you’re cumming with a whimper that you try and hide behind a closed fist when his tongue eagerly licks up your release as it flows out and around his fingers. It took him a while to stop, only when he felt your thighs tremble did he pull away, some of your release coating his lips and piercings that he hungrily licked clean. A curse left his lips breathlessly as he sat back on his knees and looked down to see the way your pussy was flooded in slick.

You sat up once you had caught your breath, moving closer as he stared at his coated fingers curiously and without thinking, you took his hand by the wrist and brought his fingers toward your mouth. He watched you lick the space between them before bringing them into your mouth and sucking your essence clean off them.

“Fuck, Y/n,” his eyes fell shut as he let himself sink into the feeling of his fingers being sucked into your warm mouth and it was so hot in this bedroom. He pressed his thumb against your cheek as he attempted to take his fingers out of your mouth so he could use two hands to undress finally and you let him do just that. You bit into your bottom lip when he took his shirt off exposing more tattoos and muscle you had never seen but knew was there.

He looked at you as he undid his jeans, kicking them off along with his briefs exposing his hard cock that pointed straight with need that had him wincing at even the slightest touch of his hand against his tip. You quickly pulled on your dress, proving Jungkook’s earlier thoughts right when he questioned if you wore a bra or not—the answer was not—and it led him straight back to you. He kissed down your collarbone, hands on your hips as laid down between your legs, cock against your core causing him to moan out when he raised a hand knead your breast.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered in realization as he looked down at the way his slick began to tease your clit. Of course he wanted to continue but he doesn’t have any protection and it’s up to you what you want to do.

Your hands roamed against his back, “Jungkook.”

He looked up at you, lip pulled between his teeth when he felt your hand disappear between your pressed bodies until it circled around his stiff member making him bite back a groan of pleasure. You gave him a few strokes, guiding him down until his tip slipped into your slick and he looked at you with want when you said, “Just fuck me.”

It was all he needed to let himself sink into your entrance, a low moan leaving his lips as he felt his cock open your walls to adjust to his size. He didn’t stop pushing until he was all in, waiting there and feeling your breath grow more impatient as you got used to the feel of him.

He took things nice and slow, still concerned that you might want to end things any second, hoping you began to feel easy how good it felt when he rolled his hips, pushing more of his cock into you when you tightened.

“Fuck…” Jungkook couldn’t stop from cursing as pleasure took over his instincts. His body perfectly molded against yours with no space between them as he only used his hips to fuck you, “So good.”

Although he’s ashamed, he’ll admit that he has had his fair share of sexual intercourse but he can’t remember the last time he felt this good. His body felt like it was moving on its own accord, seeking its own pleasure with yours and he was so close. He kissed along your neck when you tipped your head back, lips parted with the force of his hips pushing himself deeper in a steady, but rough thrust of his cock.

Your breasts pressed against his chest as he practically hugged you to him with each thrust and he knew you were as close as he was to release. He brought a hand up your side until he was cupping a breast in his palm, kneading the soft flesh and rubbing his fingertip against your nipple watching the way your jaw seemed to drop in warning that you were close. Despite his hair being much shorter than it used to be, it still fell forward and over his eyes looking sweaty.

“You feel so good, Angel” he grunts, talking you both through orgasm. It was true, although he was doing all of the work, every little moan he pulled out of you mixed with the feel of your body against his felt so damn good. It made all this patience he had when it came to you worth it.

When Jungkook knew you were just over the edge, he brought his hand down, barely pressing it into your clit when he felt your walls tighten, a growl leaving his lips at how you sucked his cock in until finally, the tension broke and he felt himself flood with your release. He dug his face into your neck, shaking slightly as he bit back his own orgasm until yours subdued and he carefully guided his dick back out. Once the air hit his exposed, soaked member, everything broke loose.

You had taken him in your hand, stroking him through release and costing your thigh in his cum, listening to his string of moans and groans of pleasure with a gentleness he’s not sure he’s ever felt.

It took you both a while to regain some awareness and were ashamed to admit it was Coal’s persistent meowing on the other side of the bedroom door. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh as he let himself collapse down on your bed next to you, breathing heavily with a hand on his chest as he saw stars—literally, littered across your ceiling. His hand searched endlessly for some sign of you, taking a lock of your hair and twisting it around his finger when you moved to sit up, hands covering your exposed intimates almost shyly. He raised a curious brow, sitting up on his elbow as he looked at the mess the two of you had made.

“You okay?” He asked with concern. The candles lit around the room reflected a soft glow off your skin and you looked as ethereal and whimsical as he thought that first night.

“Yes,” you said quietly, “I think I need a shower, though.”

He smiled, “So let’s take one.”

The next morning you found him sitting at the wooden counter of the shop.

“What are you reading?” You asked Jungkook as he had a book open, studying it carefully.

“Natural contraceptives,” Jungkook mumbled as he wrote down the names of various herbs on an old napkin, “I should have been more prepared last nigh—Do you have Black Cohosh or Angelica by chance? I heard if you drink it in a tea, it should help promote menstrua—“

Your hand covers his mouth when you felt the tall tale signs of your best friend approaching. Even before Jimin opened the door to the shop, he had a shit eating grin at the sight of you two, and not caring much for secrecy as he waved a finger to turn the sign to ‘OPEN’.

“So what did the two of you get up to last night?” He asked casually, trying to peak at the book that you quickly slammed shut bringing an amused smile to Jungkook’s face.

“We went out for some drinks,” Jungkook answered, standing up with an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I’m going to start boiling water.”

It was strangely comical and endearing the way he acted and Jimin watched the way your gaze followed after him.

“Wow, and I didn’t even have to cast a love spell to bring that look into your eyes.”

On the night of November 1st, outside during a crescent moon, Jungkook asked if you could be his girlfriend sounding strangely shy that you couldn’t say no.

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omg this took me forever but I finally got out a little Halloween fic and I’ve actually done a softer, cuter oc than usual? woahhh who am I. also my bday is this Sunday [oct 29] and I just think I’m so special I gotta let yall know

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