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bestie this is so hot i need some water to cool down 😩😩😵‍💫

Can you possibly do a Rockstar!Jungkook? :)

jjk|| Rock my World (Tour) [m]

a/n: This is rated M for Mature readers.

so I wrote this entirely while vibing to Streets by Doja Cat. Happy Yom Kippur to all my Jewish peeps! AHAHA

warnings: explicit language, use of the word sl*t, degradation (and a sir kink)

tags: dom!jungkook x subfem!reader, rockstar!jungkook, pwp (18+), praise kink, cock worship, nipple play

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He throws you against the bed in a feverous passion which engulfs the both of you in unprescedented embrace of lust and feral desire. Guitars, all kinds, line his walls and you stare in not the portraits of legendary rock stars as he rigorously undressed you, ferociously tugging random articles out of his fucking way.

His leather feels cold under your fingers, a smirk tugging at his lips as he attacks you in a flurry of chaste kisses. "Take it off, take it off..." he says under his breath, kneeling before you and tossing his jacket away from the both of you.

All of your friends have bets on how big his dick is. All of your friends, coming into that party you just ditched, bet against you.

As his fingers fumble over his belt buckle, you sit up and wedge yourself between them. His eyes lift up to meet yours and you witness the second desperation transforms into need. Your lips clash with his, his venom feeding the adrenaline in your veins. You're sure you had self control before you entered the room.

"Why are you so sweet...too sweet." He hums against your lips. His arms pulls you on his thighs and you grip on his back. His mouth dips below your collar and your eyes roll back with every tantalizing lick he paints on your skin. You spread your thighs across his and chase the demand he has over your body.

Your breath spikes as his hands squeeze you tight, forcing your heat to press against his tenting length. Your clit is already so swollen with arousal, you glide against him in desperation. You sigh out a satisfied moan as he presses down your hips and rolls his pelvis into your little cunt sensually.

Biting your lip hard, your body shivers when you feel Jungkook's calloused fingers explore your dripping folds. "Needy little thing, is all you think about getting fucked by my cock?" His voice booms against your back as his free hand grips your throat. You rut against him for friction, a mindless response to his question. You swallow.

"Yes," you hiss. "Yes, sir...yes, fuck~!" Tears form in your eyes as he watches your body search for his touch in a panicked sort of pleasure. You're numb, lost in his sex as he coats his dick in your arousal, the tip of his gorgeous cock kissing your clit while you grind hungrily. "Good slut, good little fuck toy...lose your fucking mind over it..." He growls next to your ear. His fingers dig into your thighs, intoxicating pain filling your thoughts.

His masterful fingers unlatch your bra and release your tits, the swell of your breasts gripped mindfully by the man about to fuck you senseless, the tips of his digits playing lackadaisically with your bud.

"I feel you pulsing, y/n...you just need me inside you so bad..." The stretch makes your mind short circuit.

His girth splits you and fills you unlike what you've felt before. You gasp, your hands finding the nape of Jungkook's head as your walls convulse around his protruding length. "Tight thing...such a tight little thing," he groans against your lips, sucking on the bottom with a wild passion. "Good girl..." he sighs as he bottoms out deep inside of you.

With his arms draped around your waist, his hands rub your waist as his mouth sucks thrilling marks under your chin and on your throat. A thin film of sweat covers you both. His skin glows a honey-like hue under the rays of the sun pouring in through his windows. His thumb fiddles with your clit as you adjust to such girth penetrating you.

"You fit so good," you hoarsely comment. He kisses your neck delicately, hissing quietly. A mirror above his dresser catches your eye. His tattooed arms starkly contrast your skin, his eyes fixed on where the both of you are connected. He pecks you under the ear, "You compliment me so well, doll...are we comfortable?" You hum, his thumb dragging your bottom lip.

"Pretty fucking bitch," in a mess of limbs, you two rearrange each other so that you're laying on your back. A charming grin now paints his face, his hair damp with perspiration. He pants as he plunges himself into you and back out creating a rhythm between both your bodies. Leaning forward, Jungkook pistons his cock into you in a dizzying spell. With a jolt and stutter, you cry out. "Ah, aaah~ fuck, Jungkook~!" Your cunt clenches hard around him, glazing his cock with your thick cum. With hooded eyes, jut your hips to meet his head-spinning orgasm.

Jungkook's hand weaves into yours against the mattress as he admires your afterglow. You reach to touch his face and kiss him tenderly.

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hehehe this interaction is just so cute :( jungkook is so proud his ego must be so high 😩 also hmm oc wouldn't last long with her threat... as if they could resist each other 🤣🤣🥺 ah i'm so excited for these minisodes i cant get enough of alk!couple !! <33

[ 01. ] A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 1.2k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | suggestive themes

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

MINISODE 01. the one with the hickey ! ( BEFORE EPISODE 01 + TWO MONTHS AFTER BEING FWB. )

goeun stared at you intently, her eyes obviously and continuously flashing from your face down to your chest as you lifted the neckband of your shirt higher, your cheeks burning in embarrassment after being called out on the suspicious reddish mark just above your cleavage. you reasoned that it was seriously nothing, probably just a ‘spot that you scratched too hard earlier’—when anyone with two eyes and a functional brain could easily recognize it as fucking lovebite and not the stupid excuse you just used to cover up jeon jeongguk’s mistake.

the both of you met up earlier before your afternoon classes to do a literal quickie in one of the less visited restrooms in the college of business (yes, you two purposely picked that building to do the naughty at because neither of you were studying a major relating it), and while you were being fucked by jeongguk there in one of the cubicles—against the cubicle wall frankly—and he was trying hard to not make a sound by pressing his mouth against your chest, he might have accidentally kissed and sucked too harshly on your skin instead, thus resulting into a very obvious hickey that you weren’t able to conceal because for starters, jeongguk failed to mention its existence despite the mark being obvious as hell when you quickly parted ways because of a message by goeun herself saying the professor came to the lecture hall early.

you guessed that he might have done that because he knew you were going to scold him until his ears bled if ever he did confess, as it was pretty much established that no hickeys were allowed in this relationship of yours right from the beginning.

“you’re seeing someone right now, aren’t you?” goeun narrowed her eyes at you and you lifted your shirt’s collar up for the nth time in self-consciousness.

“no, no, i’m not.”

“no? you have a fucking love bite on your chest, ____.”

“it’s not a love bite, i told you, it’s just a—”

“oh my god, you should know better than to think i’m going to buy into whatever bullshit you’re feeding me at this moment,” she complained with a scoff, a laugh escaping you upon her words that made goeun slowly do the same though her suspicious expression was still there. “seriously, who is it?”

a shade of red conquered your cheeks but you remained to act cool, folding your arms against the table you two were occupying in this park before shrugging. “it’s no one.”

“is he hot?”

you lips twitched and goeun grinned, leaning towards you.

“he is, isn’t he?” she said. “how hot are we talking about here? on a simple scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the hottest.”

“there’s really no winning with you, huh?”

“you can’t lie to me. i can see right through you.”

you snorted as you opened the bottle of chocolate milk you bought from the cafeteria, sipping.

“come on, just give me a number and i’ll shut up.”

“like you would.” you chuckled.

“____…” she grabbed your arm, wiggling it while she wiggled her whole body too in desperation. “who is it?”

“it’s no one.”

“no one my fucking ass.”

“i’m not seeing anyone, i swear!”

“then who gave you that hickey?”

“just…” you trailed, not managing to hold on the lie for too long, “just… just someone that, uh, like—”

“holy shit, are you telling me you hooked up with someone?”

“well, it’s kinda like that but—”

just as you were about to utter another and hopefully better white lie, the culprit himself, jeongguk, abruptly sat down on the vacant chair next to you, mumbling a soft ‘hey’ as a greeting and your attention along with goeun’s shifted to him; your features automatically morphed into annoyance, your lips pressing into a thin line, something that jeongguk immediately caught on when he glanced at you, causing him then to raise his eyebrows. “what?” he asked.

“____ is seeing someone,” goeun intervened before any of you could say the next word.

jeongguk shifted his eyes to goeun, looking shocked for a second. “what?”

“she has a fucking hickey on her chest,” goeun explained, her tone sounding like she just spilled the biggest tea in the world, leading you to groan. “i’d pull her shirt down at this moment to show you but i still have my conscience.”

“shut up. you’re a literal demon, eun—what conscience are you talking about?” you teased and she laughed with you, her hold still tight on your arm.

jeongguk, on the other hand, had the nerve to smirk, tongue slightly poking the inside of his cheek as he realized it was him who did that to you, his gaze subtly flickering down to your shirt to check which granted him a glimpse of that mentioned bruise the instance goeun shook your upper body again to convince you to tell her who gave you the love bite. he honestly couldn’t help but feel a bit turned on by the sight of it, maybe because this was the first time he ever got to mark you after the occasions you have been sleeping together for the past two months, the sudden image of you covered with hickeys popping inside his head resulting into him becoming a little horny again as well.

“just a scale of 1 to 10!” goeun persisted, never taking your silence or no for an answer. “at least tell me how hot this person was on a scale of 1 to 10.”

you unconsciously met jeongguk’s gaze, the guy grinning. “yeah, i’m getting curious now too on how hot this someone is for you to let him give you a hickey, ____.”

“i didn’t let him.” you glared at him, your insides stirring nonetheless at the hot and suggestive stare he was giving you.

“aha!” goeun pointed a finger at you. “so, you do admit that you hooked up with someone.”

“uh, no.”

“____!”

“you’ll never hear it from me.”

“i feel betrayed right now, you know.”

“i don’t care. i’m going to take this to the grave.”

“for what? why the fuck sleep with someone and not tell me about it?”

“because i don’t fuck and tell, honey.” you claimed, snickering.

goeun continued to whine, listing out reasons why you should absolute tell her—until finally, like a true miracle, her boyfriend showed up and distracted her from interrogating you further, hence why you also at long last had the opportunity to turn your head towards the irritating man beside you, jeongguk innocently biting onto the sandwich he was having as a snack this afternoon with that seemingly smug smile on his face, prompting you to kick him under the table so he could return your stare and give you the attention you wanted.

he raised his eyebrows in question. “what?” he hissed.

you bent your head closer to him so you could whisper your following words and be certain only he would hear it. “you’re banned from my hands, my mouth, my boobs, and most especially my pussy for a whole week, you got that?”

jeongguk almost spat his food out to shout in protest.

note. surprise??? hehehe im gonna write shorter drabbles from time to time whenever inspiration hits :> oh and also, feel free to give me ideas for minisodes i could write in the future ! i can't promise i'll entertain all, but if i feel like the concept really screams the alk couple, then i might just do it 🤩

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People don't realize how much strength it takes to pull your own self out of a dark place mentally. So, if you've done that today or any day, I'm proud of you.

that last line. fuck this hurt so much. oc asking jungkook what he wants and him remaining silent... PAIN im gasping for air and waiting to see what happens next. i already see so much distance and longing now that they aren't going to be talking anymore.. i'm just sad now. jungkook pls get your feelings in order before you lose oc forever :((

( 13. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 2.9k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | AAANGGGGSSSTTTT !!!

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 13. the one with outburst !

the bus was crowded as usual for rush hour, all of the seats almost taken but you thankfully secured one for yourself, sitting beside a middle-aged lady who looked like she was in a deep discussion with whoever she was texting with on her cellphone. you tried not to peer at her screen whenever she clicked her tongue and seemed exasperated, not keen on being an eavesdropper in any kind of situation but you couldn’t help it since your mind was craving to indulge in any kind of distraction as well that would help this smothering sensation to vanish.

however, the fact that you were sharing the seat with the mentioned woman with her elbow accidentally hitting you once in a while inside the jampacked bus wasn’t the reason why you felt like you were suffocating at the moment, your chest feeling tight and your hands getting clammy despite the air-condition pointed towards your direction, but it was because of none other than jeongguk and haru—your two friends standing respectively on your other side by the aisle, with jeongguk standing nearer to you as the side of his thigh kept on bumping on your shoulder every time the vehicle juggled a little, while haru was next to him, engaging into small talk—that were the reason why you were so close to hyperventilating in that small space.

maybe haru jumping from one topic to another was his way of trying to lighten the atmosphere and make you less worried given the tensed air around you three (a signature haru move frankly), but truth be told, there was nothing that could make your body less heavier thanks to what just happened minutes ago before you were getting in the bus, jeongguk muttering to you that he’ll be getting off the same stop as you and that the both of you will talk. you narrowed your eyes at him when he said that, hissing back that he shouldn’t do so since you got off the bus before haru and if haru saw you and jeongguk seemingly heading to your apartment together—what more would he assume? you were already paranoid with the act that jeongguk pulled and if jeongguk was to do that too, he’d be practically rubbing it to haru’s face that there was something indeed going on.

“so what?” jeongguk hissed while he led you to the bus itself, a hand on your back and his lips slightly brushing against your ear for walking too close to you, “why the fuck do you care what haru thinks about so much?”

“it’s not that,” you hissed back, taking a cautious glance at where haru was having a phone call with a classmate, his attention obviously not on you and jeongguk as he walked behind you two, “it’s just no one is supposed to know.”

“jimin and yebin know.”

“they’re different.”

“how?”

“they’re not in the gang.”

he scoffed. “that’s a fucking stupid excuse.”

“excuse? do you think i’m just telling excuses not to tell haru?”

“aren’t you?”

“you’re a dumbass.” you glared at him, subtly shaking the hand still on your back for it to come off, and marched faster inside the vehicle, taking your seat then and not daring to look at jeongguk again no matter how you could feel him staring at you throughout the whole ride, especially whenever you replied to haru’s attempt of a conversation or whenever you seemed like you weren’t as bothered as you were earlier. he just really liked getting on your nerves these days, didn’t he?

“what’s with saturday?” jeongguk intervened amidst this new discussion haru opened, the one about the book fair again.

haru glanced at him. “the meteorlore book fair we go to annually.”

“with taehyung too?”

“yep,” haru confirmed.

“ah.”

“why?”

“nothing. for a second there i thought it was just going to be the two of you.”

you flickered your stare on jeongguk, catching him and haru doing this annoying showdown, similar to what commenced at the sidewalk earlier.

“that wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen,” haru said. “i’m sure it’ll be fun nonetheless.”

“of course. never said it wasn’t going to be.” jeongguk snorted.

“i know.”

you rolled your eyes, focusing on the windows with the plan of ignoring them. you were definitely not in the mood to witness or hear what they were aiming to throw at each other, too pissed to even think of stepping in like what you would have done. you were already exhausted with just the thought of what you were going to talk about with jeongguk later that you couldn’t bring yourself to spend some energy over testosterone-y matters like this, partially disappointed at haru as well for biting onto jeongguk’s petty baits.

fuck. also the added thought of haru apparently liking you was another thing that was going to give you a headache.

finally, once the bus halted upon reaching your destination, you stood up and forced smiled at haru to conceal whatever it was that you were going through, telling him that you’ll see him tomorrow for the scheduled campus publication team meeting after classes. he returned the gesture, at the same time when jeongguk abruptly started to walk ahead of you towards the exit, which drove the former to raise his eyebrows in question but before he could ask, you were already rushing to walk yourself out of the bus as well, catching up with jeongguk with your heart hammering in annoyance and paranoia still at his recklessness.

sure, it wasn’t like this was the first time jeongguk had ever done something obvious nor have you—but you were under the impression that after what happened when jimin and yebin did notice it, also leading to them knowing about your messed up set-up, the both of you were going to remain more careful and inconspicuous from that point on to avoid more slip ups. though clearly, that didn’t seem like the case anymore as jeongguk continued to stride to the path where he knew your apartment was going to be, fueling your theories on why he was acting this way as well as he ignored your calls and hisses of his name until you grabbed his arm and forced him to stop walking.

“what is your deal?” you asked him immediately, panting and holding tight on the jacket he wore for the chilly night.

jeongguk halted, biting the insides of his cheeks, his body and eyes turned towards you. “are you seriously asking me that?”

“does it look like i’m joking?” you glowered. “do you even think i’d ask you if i knew what was going on? i don’t have all the time in the world to realize what you’re mad about without you telling me, jeongguk.”

“you weren’t answering any of my calls.”

“yeah, and i apologized already.”

“well, you didn’t sound fucking apologetic.”

“oh my god—is this what you want to talk about? the fact that i didn’t answer your calls?”

“no, that’s ridiculous.”

“then what?” you huffed before you let go of his sleeve. “what is it?”

he gritted his teeth.

“don’t tell me it’s about me going with haru because if it is—” you shook your head— “i swear to god, you’re just being stupid.”

his straightened his posture, irritation escalating. he didn’t think you would bring that up as soon as the two of you were alone; he was hoping you’d instead have the guts to do it when you were both in an ideal or quiet place like your said apartment, not here in the middle of the sidewalk right in front of milk tea house where he didn’t want to throw a fucking tantrum at because of your correct assumption.

everything inside him has been burning in a bad way right from the moment he saw you strolling with haru to the bus stop. regardless of what jeongguk did to take no notice of this awful uproar within him, he kept on being reminded of how long he waited until you looked at where he was earlier, only acknowledging his presence after haru pointed it out. he could only imagine how pathetic he must have appeared with his phone pressed against his ear, not one call from him being answered out of the dozens he made because of the jealousy he admittedly felt upon learning you went to the new noodle restaurant with haru, furious that you did that when the original plan was to go with him and no other person. he almost felt guilty for cancelling it because of his training—hence his sent text message—that he was going to treat you to this bingsu place you like instead, though discovering what you did in his absence, betrayal was the dominant emotion he soon felt rather than guilt.

“what if it was?” jeongguk asked. “you were supposed to go there with me.”

your forehead wrinkled, caught off guard yourself. “you were the one who couldn’t go in the first place. it’s not like i bailed on you.”

“you didn’t, but you went with someone else.”

“so? is that such a fucking problem?”

“it is!” he suddenly exclaimed, frustrated. “why did you have to go with haru out of all the people?”

“he’s a friend, why wouldn’t i?”

“you could have gone with goeun or taehyung too. it didn’t have to be just you and haru.”

“literally, that doesn’t have any difference from me just going with one person.”

“it makes all the fucking difference in the world.”

“in what way? haru is just a—”

“come on, you’re not fucking dense to be unaware that he likes you, ____!” jeongguk cut you off, shouting, catching the attention of some passersby due to the loudness of his voice. “do you really not know that already or are you just acting dumb so that he could go around and chase you more?”

you shut your mouth, eyes becoming glassy at the implication of his words and the treatment you were getting from him. you were in absolute disbelief at how he was behaving this second, at how he was so angry with you and rash with his words—though what struck you the most was the confirmation that he knew who haru liked and yet he kept on being so vague about it with you. it just supported your suspicions further on why he has been so moody and cold since the other week.

“well, now i fucking do,” you said, daring to glare back. “so, that’s it then. you’re being a dick to me because you’re jealous.”

“i am not jealous.”

“okay,” you crossed your arms, evidently unconvinced, “because you shouldn’t be. if you were, you’d be a goddamn hypocrite.”

he gave you an incredulous look. “hypocrite?”

“yeah, because you’re giving me the impression that you want me to avoid haru just because he likes me but you didn’t even do the same when it was with soomi.”

jeongguk scoffed. “oh, don’t bring that up. that’s just low of you to mention that—”

“why not? it’s the perfect fucking time to talk about it.”

“we’ve been over it—”

“no, you are over it, jeongguk.” you cut him off swiftly, pointing at him, the pad of your index finger landing hardly on his chest. “because you weren’t the one who felt stupid while all of that was going on, okay? you weren’t the one who… who... felt like a fucking idiot to think and trust that you wouldn’t go for her because you already had me.”

his expression faltered, outrage morphing into something else at your statement. “what?”

“fuck. do i have to spell everything out for you?” you complained, rubbing your face and running your fingers up to your hair in exhaustion. “you had me, guk,” you repeated with an exhale, like a huge weight has just been lifted off your shoulders when you said those words again, “i’ve always been here—and i’m always with you and when you magically decided to try dating someone for real, you still went for someone like fucking choi soomi,” you said. “but i guess, it’s my fault, isn’t it? for making it seem like i wanted out? for not stopping her or whatever, right?” you laughed without humor. “but how come you get to be mad at me for that but i can’t be mad at you for choosing her? and now… now, what? you get to be angry again just because i had dinner with haru?”

jeongguk stared at you; he was staring at your features—your features that showed him nothing but pain and hurt and how much of a fucking asshole he is. by what you were saying, it only brought more anger in his system, but no longer towards your situation with haru—it was now towards himself and what he was doing just because he couldn’t get the balls to tell you how he really felt. he didn’t even realize that you were still hung up with the soomi incident as you never showed him your contempt in regards to her again after it was resolved; he couldn’t believe he honestly thought you’d be over that as fast as he was.

“you can’t always pull this shit with me,” you told him, wiping some tears that managed to escape your eyes, scoffing once more and flashing your gaze at anywhere but his face. “you can’t tell me one day that i’m not your girlfriend and then act like you’re my boyfriend the other. you can’t keep on confusing the fuck out of me. i… i can’t—i can’t keep on holding onto you like this.”

he sighed. “____, i’m... you know, you know that was never my intention.”

“it doesn’t matter whether it was or wasn’t. the point is this thing between us hasn’t been the same as it was.”

“alright, then let’s fix it.”

“this can’t be fixed just like that.”

“then what? what do you want to do?” he stared at you. don’t say it, ____, don’t say it, please, please—

“you already know what i’m thinking of, guk.”

“____—” he tried stepping towards you but you automatically stepped back, pulling your tote bag tighter to your side.

“let’s just stop this,” you abruptly declared, your attention not on him but at the milk tea shop to feel a bit braver about what you were doing; jeongguk closed his eyes momentarily, every bone and every organ inside him seemingly crashing down. “let’s just stop it, jeongguk.”

he couldn’t reply; his lungs felt like it just combusted and his throat transformed into sand paper.

“i don’t want to end up hating you. and, and, i’m afraid i’ll end doing exactly that if we continue this.” you pursed your lips. “so… let’s just stop it until i know i can still forget about it, okay?”

you were too good for him. even now when he could see that it was taking every piece of you not to seriously lash out, you were still tending him with such care and kindness that he was sure he didn’t deserve.

“is that what you really want?” jeongguk asked, his own pair of eyes glassy and stinging.

you snorted at his reply. “if i say no, what would you do?” you bravely returned your gaze on him.

“i… i don’t know.”

“you don’t?”

he swallowed hard. “i don’t want to lose you, ____.”

“but you don’t want to have me either.”

he furrowed his eyebrows, puzzled.

“that’s the thing with you.” you sucked in a deep breath. “you say you don’t want to lose me but you’re not doing anything to keep me too.”

“that’s… that’s not true.”

“okay, then tell me right now, let’s be real, do you want to date me or you just want to be friends? because you can’t have a mix of both and expect that we’ll be fine.”

in movies or in dramas, this was supposed to be the part where the male lead doesn’t hesitate and tell his counterpart that he wants to date her and be with her after the countless episodes of pining and yearning; this was supposed to be the part where they hug or kiss and confess their everlasting love to one another, vowing that nothing will ever separate them again. but with jeongguk? in this horrible place you called as reality? he chose to stay frozen on his spot and only stare at you, at lost at how he was going to respond to that when the answer was quite obvious if we were talking about what you truly wanted him to do.

you just wanted him to pick you; you just wanted him to try falling for you like what he did with soomi. was that so hard to ask for?

“see?” you said after a few seconds of silence, your impatience getting the best of you. “you can’t even respond to such a simple question.”

“____...” he kept on uttering your name, not knowing what else to do than that. “i’m sorry. i just—this... this isn’t something i can—i can decide on that fast.”

you huffed. it was only either friends or something more. how difficult was that? “sure. i’ll let you think more about it if that’s what you want.” you nodded halfheartedly. “but, but until then,” you frowned at the ground, your eyes tearing up again at the feeling of rejection, “let’s… let’s just not be both.”

jeongguk seemed to have gotten a wake up call at that, yet his feet didn’t immediately start following you even after you suddenly began to stride forward like nothing happened. instead, he remained standing there, rigid as ever with his chest weighing the heftiest as it has since the night haru confessed to liking you, his eyes glued on your back while you trudged to the direction of your place with your head hung low, not sparing him a single glance as you went farther and farther away from his sight.

watching you walk away from him hurt jeongguk like fucking hell; not having him run after you felt all the fucking same for you.

note. im gonna be honest folks and say im not 100% happy with how i wrote this chapter but hsdjhsjdsh im not that good with angst really i swear so tHIS WAS SUCH A PAIN TO WRITE HSDJSHDHSJ nonetheless, i hope i still got what this episode is supposed to show across so huehue

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Sometimes you get out of bed and you feel like dying. But you get up anyways, make your bed, brush your teeth, have breakfast and do adult stuff even if every step and breath hurts as if the world is falling apart. That’s what life is about. It’s not brave. It’s not commendable. It’s necessary to survive. And you learned to survive a long time ago.

“Recently, I thought a lot about changing my personal style. When we shot our album cover, I wore leopard print. It was actually not bad at all. So I thought… I should step out of my comfort zone. That’s what I’ve been thinking lately.” — jungkook talking about stepping out of his comfort zone ♡

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just jungkook ordering room service 😳 

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Shoutout to all the fanfic writers who pour their heart and soul into a fic and it doesn’t get enough notes.

Shoutout to all the writers who’ve stopped writing because their work wasn’t appreciated enough.

Shoutout to all the fanfic writers for whom writing is like a coping mechanism.

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Shoutout to all fanfic writers.

You are valid. You are important. People like what you do. And no, its neither awkward nor pathetic. Its ok, its wonderful.

And i love you honey, please remember that I’ll always support you .

jungkook lately,,,,          

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pls why am i suddenly thinking haru and oc are cute ... jungkook you better step up before it's too late.. THE TENSION I AM EATING IT UP I LOVE IT SM 😩 not oc bringing haru to the place jungkook and her were going to go to ☹️😭😭 jungkook waiting at the bus stop and being angry DAMN I LOVE IT HERE the anticipation for the next chapter is unreal gah can't wait !!!

( 12. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.3k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | suggestive themes

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 12. the one with the tension !

you placed the books you borrowed from the library on the desk by the return section, getting the appropriate slips for it and proceeding on writing the needed information for each book you borrowed. you wrote them as leisurely as you could—as unintentionally dispirited as you could too since your initial plan this afternoon to go with jeongguk to this new noodle place near the campus was cancelled due to him having an extended training after his last class.

he only had 8 days left to grind before he competes for his next major tournament after all, so it wasn’t really a surprise for you when he messaged you this morning saying he couldn’t go; nonetheless, to claim that you were disappointed would be an understatement given this was supposed to be the longest time you’d spend time together after being so busy with your own endeavors if he was going.

which he fucking wasn’t.

you clicked your tongue as you continued to write.

come to think of it, you were actually quite suspicious when it came to jeongguk recently. you had this hunch that he was avoiding you, or at least kept on being moody when he was with you. you were certain now that it may have had something to do with what happened the other night at his apartment when you had that conversation regarding haru, but you just didn’t understand why he’d go as far as acting this childish whenever you were together. was he seriously bitter that you would have said yes if ever haru asks you out? did he really want you to go assure him that you were only answering his question hypothetically and not according to what you’d most likely do in real life?

and if that was the case… why the fuck would you do that? why did you have to explain something like that to jeongguk when just a month ago he was going around and telling you that you weren’t his girlfriend? plus, first and foremost, wasn’t he the one who tried dating someone else alongside that fact too? going around with soomi and going on those stupid dates that the girl posted nonstop about on all her social media platforms, practically rubbing it to your face that they were somehow ‘happily’ dating.

was he eating his words and making it seem like you were the one who was cheating on him now?

“chief!” a voice called from your left and you escaped from your bitter thoughts, glancing towards it and seeing the other man that has been occupying your thoughts as well approach you.

you paused and smiled. “hey, haru.” you peered around you cautiously. “you do know that we’re in a library, right?”

he arrived where you were, adjusting the bag that was slung on his shoulder. “obviously.”

“then why did you just shout?”

he fought back a laugh, more watchful than a few seconds ago. “sorry. was a little afraid you weren’t going to hear me if i spoke too quietly.”

“when have you ever spoken so quietly? you’re like a human boombox speaker.” you went back to writing.

“boombox? wow, haven’t heard anyone use that word for a long time. you do know that we’re now living in the 21st century, right?”

you playfully glared at him, haru grinning and leaning on the counter beside you. “for your information, boomboxes aren’t dead.”

“nobody uses that term anymore. we call them bluetooth speakers now, granny.” he chuckled.

“granny? hey, you’re a few months older than i am.”

“so? i’m not the one who just used the word boombox.”

you snorted, carrying on with what you were doing with a grin, similar to what he was showcasing. two more slips and you were done with your task; once you were, you were definitely still going to go to that new restaurant even without jeongguk. your classes went nonstop for this day, only having an hour break between the three subjects you had that occupied three hours each, so you were really looking forward to eating something delicious that would hopefully drive some stress away caused by the information overload you suffered with prior.

glancing at haru again, you saw him peer at what you were scribbling, and as if on cue, an idea popped in your head the same time you felt your stomach grumble in hunger, haru’s eyes flashing to where your tummy was before a small smirk makes its way on your face, your gazes locking then.

“do you have any errands after this?” you asked, finally finishing and moving on to putting the slips on the respective books.

he shook his head. “none. why?”

“i’m planning on going to this newly opened noodle place near the campus. want to join me?”

he raised his eyebrows. “sure. i was about to go home and buy some take-out or whatever anyway.”

“great. let me just put this in real quick—”

haru stacked the books for you, smiling and saying that he’ll do it and that you could just wait for him outside since it was getting crowded.

you stared at him, a bit surprised, though nodded nonetheless and thanked him, walking slowly to the exit of the library with a confused expression. there was another idea that just entered your train of thought because of his gesture, however you didn’t allow yourself to ponder over it considering that it was ridiculous and that you didn’t want to feel awkward with him for the following hours; it was just a dumb theory of yours that you were sure was just a made up explanation created by your mind to explain jeongguk’s previous behaviors that you were so frustrated by.

it just didn’t seem plausible for you—of haru liking you. you were usually aware and sensitive when it came to things like that. however, you might be quite rusty and was giving yourself more credit than you should since on the other hand, you were hopeless when it came to detecting any real feelings with jeongguk, a lot of factors always preventing you from coming up with a conclusion that you wanted to believe was true.

“let’s go?” haru appeared next to you quickly at the front doors of the library.

you nodded and smiled.

for the rest of the afternoon, you and haru talked about everything that could possibly be talked about: the campus paper, the dreaded professors, the irritating schoolmates, and even the non trivial things that you both just wanted to mention to the other, never running out of things to say as you moved on from one topic to another very smoothly.

like what you’ve always been amused at in the occasions you talk to haru—perhaps the two of you truly shared the same brain cells because of how you just click despite not trying too hard in the first place. he never failed to prove to you that he was just one of those people you could discuss anything with and not feel tired nor judged; you kinda felt guilty that you haven’t been as close to him as you were right before the messy set-up with jeongguk started. you wished that you weren’t so hung up with jeongguk because perhaps your feelings wouldn’t be so complicated for him as it was at this point of time; you’d just be having fun with this and being reckless and shit as much as you preferred.

“oh, yeah, before i forget to mention—” haru stopped eating his noodles for a quick second, the two of you in the mentioned noodle restaurant, pigging out the moment the waiter served your food approximately seven minutes ago— “did you receive the email i sent?”

“the book fair tickets?”

“yep.”

“yeah. i already printed it out too. why?”

“nothing, just making sure. i asked taehyung about it earlier and he said he didn’t check his emails yet.”

“very typical of our taehyungie,” you joked with a chuckle. “are we going to meet up at a bus stop on saturday or should the three of us just meet at the venue?”

ever since freshman year, you along with taehyung and haru went to this book fair just about an hour or so away from the university. it became a tradition from the day haru asked you and taehyung about it, if you two were willing to go with—he only invited you and taehyung as you were in the same organization—that sometimes even when you weren’t looking for any specific books (academic related or plainly for entertainment purposes), you still wanted to go in anticipation of what you’ll find regardless once you were there.

haru lowered his spoon. “let’s meet at the bus stop instead. or like a nearby convenience store. i’m 99% positive that taehyung is going to be late if we decide to meet at the convention center itself.”

“true. we should probably set the time three hours before so that we’ll still arrive there earlier too.”

“yeah. remember last year when we got there at like… fucking four hours after our intended plan?”

“how could i forget? i think we just got the best meal from taehyung that evening too since he was feeling so sorry.”

“huh. maybe it won’t be much of a big deal then if taehyung comes to our meeting place late.”

you snickered, nodding. “should we bully him into treating us to some barbeque restaurant?”

“deal. i’ll be in charge of the arguments and you can just back me up.”

the both of you laughed, continuing on eating your ordered noodles.

while carrying on with that, you couldn’t help but steal a couple of glances towards haru who was sitting across you, focused on what he was eating and obviously happy with it, uttering a lot of amazed compliments in each bite he took. he wasn’t wearing his glasses today and his hair was brushed down against his forehead, some strands falling on his eyes at the instances he would raise his head and look at you, listening to whatever topic you were blabbering about.

“haru,” you said his name all of the sudden and he raised his gaze from his bowl to your face.

“hm?”

“who’s the girl?”

at the abrupt and random question, he appeared surprised, eyes widening and blinking rapidly. “girl? what… what girl?”

“the girl you like.” you smirked. “taehyung told me that you had a crush on someone. i’m quite bitter you didn’t think of telling me that first before you told the guys. everybody knows i’m a better secret keeper than them.”

haru slowly leaned back on his chair. “wow. not even a week since i told them—and he’s already snitching on me.”

“i asked jeongguk too.”

“did he snitch on me too?”

“no, he was better than tae.” you snorted, keeping your attention on him while he drank from his glass of water, a part of you recalling what happened at jeongguk’s apartment but you pushed the thought away. “so? who is it? if you don’t tell me now, me and goeun will harass you until you do,” you teased.

“always resorting to threats, i see.”

“oh, come on!” you chuckled as soon as he did. “it’s not fair. i need some equal treatment here.”

he huffed a breath, getting his chopsticks again and going back to his meal. “it’s not important. it’s just a tiny crush—i just told those two because i was drunk.”

“that doesn’t justify the unfair treatment.”

“what unfair treatment?”

“about me not knowing. we’re all best buddies here. how come me and goeun don’t know?”

“i’ll never tell goeun because she has a big mouth. and she’d never fucking let me live.”

“okay—what about me? what’s your excuse?”

“you…” he stared at you and you raised your eyebrows expectantly; haru pursing his lips, his features contorting in what seemed like a conflicted manner, giving you the impression that he was hesitant and in deep thought on whether he will or will not tell you who the girl was, “well, you… i don’t know—you’re… you’re too close. with the girl, i mean. i wouldn’t, wouldn’t want you to know because of that.”

“i’m close with the girl?”

he shrugged, flashing his eyes down. “kind of.”

“fuck you. now you just made me more curious than i already was.”

he laughed out loud and proceeded to roll his eyes, his laughter contagious that caused you to do the same. “just forget about it. i don’t think i’m going to plan on making a move on her anyways.”

“and why not? you might have a chance with her.” you picked a piece of dumpling on the table.

“it’s not that. i’m pretty confident that she’ll like me if i seriously tried—” it was your turn to roll your eyes and haru to laugh again— “it’s just that… i’m not… i’m not sure i’d want to cross the line and be something more to her, you know? it’s like… you know how some people are just better off as friends?”

you nodded.

“that’s what i feel about her. i think we’re just better off as friends than anything else.”

“yeah, but i don’t think you can say that unless you already tried dating her, ru.”

his expression softened and you felt like he was looking at you more intently now, your eyes shifting elsewhere at the sudden sensation of wanting to hide. “you think?” he inclined his body closer to yours thoughtlessly.

“sure,” you nonchalantly replied, cool and composed unlike your heart (what the actual fuck?). “we always say stuff like that just because we haven’t tried doing the other. sometimes it’s always easy to assume on the things we have no idea about.”

“can’t say you’re wrong about that,” he said. “well, if you honestly think so, what if i tell you—”

buzz! buzz!

both of your eyes flickered to your phone laid on the table, haru shutting up and you placing your chopsticks down for a moment, opening your phone and reading the text message that appeared on your lock screen.

From [guk]: just finished training did you still go?

you frowned, your petty feelings resurfacing at the reminder that it was supposed to be jeongguk that you were here with.

To [guk]: yep went with haru instead

the message was read as soon as you sent it, but jeongguk didn’t respond as quickly as he should have, thus causing you to put your phone back on the table and turn to haru in interest, your pettiness getting more petty deep down though you brushed it off.

“sorry. what were you saying?”

haru was eating what was left of his noodles, his mouth curved upwards and his head shaking back and forth in clear amusement. “nothing. i think i just dodged a bullet there.”

“what?” you snorted.

“i’ll tell you about it next time,” he explained with a smirk. “let’s just finish quick. i still have something to do when i head home.”

“you’re so unfair.” you squinted your eyes at him. “i’m really going to harass you from now on with goeun.”

his smirk transformed into a grin, nodding to your bowl. “do as you like, chief. for now, just go on and eat.”

you snickered.

jeongguk still didn’t bother replying even after you and haru were done. you constantly checked your phone in case he did, but every time it lit up to show your lock screen, no new notification from him would be there, much to your disappointment and your irritation. you secretly thought that he shouldn’t have bothered messaging you if he wasn’t planning on replying—because here you were again, stuck on what was going on with that frustrating head of his to act this way.

and so rather than being some kind of freak who locked and unlocked her phone every minute or two, you decided to keep your phone in your bag out of annoyance at being left on read, choosing to engage yourself with another talk with haru as you both walked to the bus stop where you’ll eventually part ways; your conversation with him about the girl he liked wasn’t brought up again despite your subtle attempts to indeed talk about it once more, your curiosity not exactly satiated just yet considering your discussion earlier still didn’t give you enough details to share with goeun (yes, you might be a snitch yourself too—only amongst your closest friends, though).

crossing the street to go to the said bus stop, haru was the first one to halt upon reaching the other sidewalk, the story you were telling him being put to an end too as you followed where he was looking at, your eyes then shockingly falling on jeongguk who was already waiting by the bus stop himself, staring at you and haru with his jaw clenched, practically glowering before the hand he had raised to keep his phone against his ear dropped and he was taking steps towards the two of you.

“jeongguk,” haru greeted him with a confused and cheerful tone, chuckling. “you’re here too?”

jeongguk didn’t even glance at him, just focusing on you and still glowering at you. “you weren’t answering my calls,” he said with a grit of his teeth.

your face heated up and you automatically reached for your phone inside your tote bag, swiftly opening your phone to see a bunch of missed calls from jeongguk. “oh,” you blinked, “sorry. i didn’t realize my phone was on silent.”

“why is your phone on silent?” jeongguk asked. “haven’t i told you to never do that when you’re commuting?”

“jeongguk,” you meaningfully said his name, your gaze moving from his face to haru who was studying jeongguk, the same puzzled expression on his features.

“what?” jeongguk challenged.

you wanted to tell him to stop talking, to stop implying something that shouldn’t be realized by other people—whatever that may be—especially with haru here. however, he didn’t seem like he was going to back down or play safe, a rise of panic bubbling inside your system at that understanding since you couldn’t even do anything to address the matter properly, afraid that you’ll make the situation worse or more obvious than it already was.

“uh, guys,” haru piped in again, clearing his throat, “we all take the same route, don’t we?” he was pertaining to the bus, and jeongguk finally looked at him at the mention of it. “we better line up if we want to get good seats. a lot are starting to wait.” he gestured at the designated shed.

“you go first, ru,” jeongguk said, calmer than earlier.

haru raised his eyebrows. “what for?”

“i have to say something to ____.”

“what is it about that i need to be away?” haru joked, glancing at you, expecting an explanation, no matter how little it may possibly be. “do you guys have some sort of big secret that no one knows about?” he continued to banter.

“no,” you immediately answered, anxious. “no, we don’t.”

jeongguk scoffed and his gaze at you became hard once more. “____—”

“i’ll go first,” you added then, “to the waiting line.” you walked forward without looking back, hurrying and exhaling harshly, biting your lip because of the dozens of emotions coursing through you right now..

you didn’t see the way haru and jeongguk stared at each other; haru gazing at jeongguk in confusion still, suspicious too and a hint of disbelief seen as well, while jeongguk wasn’t masking his annoyance in the manner he boldly leered at haru in return. you only had the opportunity to see jeongguk being the one who immediately followed after you when you spun your head back to make sure they were tagging along, haru standing there for a second on the same spot before he followed as well, a smirk plastered on his lips that you didn’t particularly deem as friendly.

at the scene that just played in front of you, your dumb theory of haru possibly liking you and you obviously being the mystery girl suddenly didn’t sound so dumb anymore.

note. damn this whole part feels like a freaking cliché scene from a kdrama tbh HSJDHJDHJS BUT I LOVE IT PER USUAL AND I HOPE YOU DO TOO !!!!!

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you have me hooked already ahh cant wait !!! i wanna know the backstory behind oc and jungkook and how they got to where they are at right now gahhh my heart can't wait. they sound so soft and cute before and the anticipation to find out everything is real 😭 the tone jungkook has and his personality i don't know whether i hate it or if i find it attractive 😩 the angst i already feel it's gonna be so good so spicy!! also the smut 🤧 cant wait for your next update !! <33

01. returning home | love ain't a business

chapter summary: the worlds collide when a certain someone unexpectedly returns home and crashes the party.

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 5.7k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | fwb, e2l, bfb, and fake dating au | smut, angst

warnings: descriptions of panic, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex, shower sex, multiple orgasms, breast play, fingering

author's note: huge thanks to pals at bangtansorciere for helping me with parts of this fic when i felt a little insecure about my writing!

crosspost: ao3 | wattpad

chapter index | m.list

↠ prologue | [01] | [02] | [03] | [04] | [05] | [06] | [07] | [08] | epilogue

After forming the verbal agreement in the bar, Jaehyun had introduced you to his lawyer the next week to discuss your contractual relationship at length. There were a few papers you needed to sign – a non-disclosure agreement followed by the contract itself – that made the arrangement more daunting at first, but, when you’re reminded of Jaehyun’s hopeless face, the fountain pen moved on its own as you signed a year of your life away without a second thought.

Plus… the amount of zeroes attached to your ‘monthly stipend’ was definitely a great bonus. With your tuition paid for and the fact that you no longer had to work in the shitty café that served awful coffee to customers who call themselves ‘influencers’; you were living the dream. Until—

“Come on, just move in with me!” Jaehyun pleads, bottom lip jutting out. “What if my parents come for a surprise visit?”

You groaned, shutting your laptop as gently as your frustrations would allow you to. Despite your mountain of homework, Jaehyun had forced himself over, eager to set the plan in motion over pizza and a movie.

“No,” you whined, exhaling irritably before grabbing a slice. “I like my shoebox-sized apartment. Besides, couples don’t have to move in together for their relationship to look convincing.”

Jaehyun tilted his head to the side while tapping his chin with his index finger. “Ah! What if you don’t have to pay rent?”

You won’t lie, he had you wrapped around his finger with that statement. Your mouth hung open for a second before you placed your pizza back on the paper plate and frowned. “Okay… I’m listening…”

Jaehyun began to explain, in great detail, all the free amenities his luxurious penthouse offered, and you tried hard not to drool on your old leather couch at the mentions of a spa, a swimming pool, and dry-cleaning service. Sure, you weren’t all about the money, but hey, a girl’s got to live, and if receiving a monthly stipend was a dream come true, this was now a fantasy in the making.

You tried not to be too eager when you agreed.

In a few short days, you managed to collect any clean cardboard out of the apartment’s recycling to pack your things into, much to Jaehyun’s disgust. Ignoring his comments as he helped you pack, you filled them to the brim with your things – random trinkets, sketchbooks, portraits, clothes, and your meager amount of fabric and sewing supplies. Your apartment was a mess by the end of the first week – various sized boxes littering your apartment. Some were taped shut while others hung open, contents threatening to spill out as they were stacked precariously on top of one another. However, while you arranged for your departure over the course of a couple weeks, you weaved through the chaos expertly like a ballerina, taking care not to accidentally bump into the overflow and risk toppling the mountains of cardboard thus braking whatever was inside.

When Jaehyun called you the morning of your move, frantic that there was a problem in the company, you expected that you’d just be moving your things in alone. However, just as you taped your very last box and observed the single bedroom apartment you lived in through some odd number of years, you heard voices outside of your door followed by a few loud knocks.

Not expecting any visitors, you peeped through the hole to find three men in blue jumpsuits and white gloves. One of them, you assumed to be the leader, was gazing at the clipboard in his hand, flipping papers while he waited patiently. Confused, you unlatched the deadbolt and stuck your head out.

“Yes?” you answered hesitantly.

“Hi, we’re from 2! 3! Moving Company. Helping you move as easy as 1, 2, 3 since 1993,” the man recited cheerily after a quick bow. “We have an order to help you move under the name of one” – he scans the clipboard quickly – “Mr. Jeon Jaehyun. He’s hired us for the entire day. Do you need help with packing your things, ma’am? If you’re done, we can start the moving process.”

“I—no, thank you. I mean, yeah, I’m done with packing. Uh, please, come in,” you stuttered. Slightly miffed at the lack of communication from your supposed fiancé, you make a mental note to reprimand him later when he returned from his meeting.

You opened the door wider to let the workers in, shrinking to the wall by the entryway as they began hauling boxes out of the apartment. As you watched the workers grunt as they lift your heavy furniture, you were ultimately grateful for Jaehyun’s impulsive act.

While the three movers streamed in and out of your apartment, you stood awkwardly to the side, moving robotically around to try and get out of the way. Helping them seemed wrong and you couldn’t offer them water since your cups were all packed away in a box. Not knowing what else to do, you retreated to the floor of your living room and pulled your laptop from your backpack, finishing some last-minute coursework you hadn’t had time for while dealing with the tornado that was your current life.

You didn’t even get to the 500 minimum word count in your essay before one of the workers peeked in from the open door to inform you that they were done. You blinked in surprise, glancing around rapidly to find that yep – you were sitting in an empty apartment, devoid of furniture and the hazardous stacks of boxes.

“We’re going to Mr. Jaehyun’s apartment now. Would you like to join us in the van, or will you be driving yourself?” he inquired.

Closing your laptop shut, you shook your head and smiled, informing him that you’ll see them there. The worker responded with a low incline of his head before closing the door.

After packing your laptop, you stood and slung your backpack over your shoulder, inspecting the apartment slowly before making your way to the bedroom for the last time.

Devoid of your bed and desk, the room felt bigger, especially with the window open and the soft breeze filtering in. You couldn’t help but reminisce at the space you once occupied, thinking about the all-nighters spent studying and sleepovers you hosted over the years.

And though you didn’t consider yourself to be a nostalgic person, the memories flowed into your brain unwillingly, reminding you of an instance of happiness that felt like lightyears ago.

---

“I got you, baby,” Jungkook whispers, fingers knitting tightly in yours. He kisses your forehead tenderly before moving to your lips. He pecks once – twice before engulfing them with his, letting out a long sigh as you exhale. “Fuck – you’re so good to me.”

Jungkook thrusts slowly while he busies his hands on your tits, alternating between gentle massaging motions and harder squeezes, paying rapt attention to your sensitive nipples as he rolls them with his thumb. You push your head back on the pillow, crying out his name with every languid roll of his hips, the intensity of his gaze making you lose yourself quicker than usual.

He brings one of his large hands to rub circles on your clit, sweet saccharine praises tumbling past his lips, pushing himself deeper into the velvet walls of your cunt. You howl his name louder, your fingernails scratching against his muscular chest before you pull him in for another kiss. When you part, Jungkook rests his forehead on yours and closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before he rights himself back up, hand returning to its place between your thighs.

“Faster… please?” you whimper, gazing up into his dark gaze.

“Only if you touch yourself for me,” he breathes, pressing your thighs close to your chest as he adjusts his position.

Jungkook pulls away, leaving only the head of his cock before slamming back inside. You squeeze your eyes shut as you tremble, head already swimming as your blood roars in your ears.

“Jungkook!” you cry out, gripping the bedsheets on your side.

You spy the mischievous half-smirk on his face, his tongue darting out to wet his plush lips before he drives his hard cock into your cunt in earnest. Your fingers tremble as you try to emulate his touch, though you need not try so hard when Jungkook’s cock continues to brush against the spot that makes you see stars.

“You’re so much more sensitive today, baby—” he groans, curses falling under his breath. “Are you gonna cum already?”

Nodding vigorously, you force yourself to keep looking at him – branding his intense gaze into your memory. The bed creaks loudly underneath you, but all you hear is the sound of his jagged breathing and the occasional murmur of your name. It doesn’t take you long to cum, not when he so readily obliges your silent requests, changing his thrusts in tune with the small sounds escaping your lips.

“Cum for me—” you moan breathlessly while the sea of pleasure continues to slam against you.

Jungkook grunts as he chases his own high, marking your legs with half-moon indents from his forceful grip. His thrusts begin to stutter after a while, body trembling above you as he struggles to maintain eye contact, his dark hair falling past his eyes.

“Cum deep inside me, baby,” you plead, lightly scratching his abdomen with your dull nails.

“Shit—I’m cumming—” Jungkook unravels at the sound of your voice, grunting loudly as he tips his head back and floods your cunt, pushing himself deeper at the last second to abide your request. You groan alongside him as the warmth spreads, your hands gripping tightly on his arms while he thrusts sluggishly a few more times.

The sound of stuttered breathing fills your room as you gradually bring your legs down. Jungkook cradles your cheek to lift your face towards him before claiming your lips in a gentle kiss, slipping his tongue slowly inside to swipe at yours.

“Sticky,” you mumble into the kiss. “Wanna shower.”

Jungkook hums in affirmation, slipping out of you with a hiss.

Body thoroughly sated with pleasure; your wobbly legs refuse to listen when you try to stand. As you pitch forward with a shriek, Jungkook’s thankfully ready to catch you; his strong arms wrapping around your midsection. Your head bumps harmlessly on his sculpted chest instead of the floor while your cheeks heat up from your clumsiness.

“Whoa, hold on there,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Let me help you.”

He carries you effortlessly into the bathroom before setting you down by the sink while he fiddles with the shower knobs. While you wait for the water to heat up, Jungkook spends a few minutes holding you in an embrace, his hands running up and down your back while his chin rests on top of your head. You swear you could fall asleep to the sound of his soft hums and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. When the steam fogs your bathroom mirror, he helps you inside by the small of your back, ready to catch you should your wobbly legs fail to keep you upright again.

“Are you gonna fall if I let go?” he teases with a wink.

You stick your tongue out with a scrunch of your nose, nudging him away with your shoulder. “I think I’ll be fine, Jeon,” you emphasize with a playful eye roll before turning around to wash your face.

Jungkook snickers at your response, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Hey, have I ever told you how absolutely beautiful you are?” he murmurs, pressing kisses on your shoulder to your earlobe.

His hands cup your tits, squishing them together while his fingers tweak your nipples, rolling and pinching the buds gently. You can’t help the shudder as electricity shoots down your spine and you press your head to the crook of his neck to meet his lips.

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice, I guess,” you joke, the last few syllables turning into whispers when Jungkook’s hand travels south to play with your clit.

“Mmh, I think I should come over more often then. You know, so you don’t forget,” he chuckles, trailing your jaw with his nose before taking a nip at the shell of your ear, making you whimper and buck your hips into his hand. “Oh, I love hearing you moan. Be louder for me, sweetheart.”

It’s hard to say ‘no’ to Jungkook, not that you want to, and you find yourself pressed against the glass walls of your shower with his hard cock deep inside of you, coaxing out another orgasm from your battered walls before he fills you up yet again. Even when the water drops to a lukewarm temperature, he holds you there, hands cradling your body as he whispers how beautiful you are, proving his claim by marking the words into your skin.

When you finally leave the shower, the water has turned ice cold.

His still wet hair stains his shirt a darker color and you find it endearing when he shakes his head like a dog, laughing when some of the drops fall to you. Once you’re fully clothed and ready to go to sleep, you walk him to your door, hands intertwined together. Neither of you seem to want to part; the grip on your hand tightening when you open the door to let him through.

Jungkook stands in the hallway for a few minutes – shuffling his weight between his feet while he stares at the carpet floor; his mouth opening and closing several times though no sound comes out. When you peer at him quizzically, he shakes his head and offers you a dimpled smile.

“Same time tomorrow?” he jokes, chuckling softly when you shake your head and offer him a sad smile. “Just kidding. I know you have work. Good night.”

“Good night, Jungkook,” you whisper, leaning against the door frame.

Jungkook turns around to plant a kiss on your lips before whispering a final ‘good night’. He opts for the stairs instead of the elevator, turning back for a moment to wave before heading downstairs. In your daze, you almost chase after him – to ask him to stay and to confide the feelings you’ve harbored deep inside for so long. But you bite down the inside of your cheek until it stings and plant your feet firmly on the ground.

And when you no longer hear the sound of his receding footsteps, you close the door to your apartment to whisper the words to yourself instead.

---

It takes another week after your hectic move before you finally settle into Jaehyun’s apartment, the guest room gradually filling up with your random assortment of knick-knacks and photos. You’re never one to adapt so quickly, but the transition’s much easier when your bedroom is fitted with a large four poster bed, a sleek wall-mounted TV, and a walk-in closet half the size of your old bedroom.

Jaehyun makes for an excellent roommate too, though you rarely see him recently with the mess that’s his office life right now. He’s been complaining non-stop about an incompetent manager in one of the branches that has costed the Jeons a few million dollars because of some misplaced assets, and you listen empathetically, nodding along despite not understanding a single thing.

The times when he is home is full of laughter as the two of you spend time trading memories and sharing stories from college. Tonight, you’re on the couch eating Chinese takeout while watching a bad romantic comedy, criticizing the movie scathingly in a posh, nasally voice.

“I don’t quite care for Jonathan. I think he’s a bitch,” you mock, pointing your chopsticks at the actor on the screen.

Jaehyun laughs, mouth full of food as he tries to talk without choking. “He is indubitably a bitch,” he agrees in the same tone, nose high in the air. He snickers for a few more seconds before gesturing at the remote next to you. In his normal voice, he asks, “Hey, can you pause the movie for a sec? I have to tell you something.”

You press the button on the remote, freezing the actors on screen. “What’s up?”

“So, I’m sure you know it’s coming, but my parents want to meet you. I told them that you’ve been busy with your own thing, but we’ve been engaged close to a month now and I think they’re getting restless.” Jaehyun eyes you closely and when you nod, he continues, “I’ve been thinking of a plausible backstory to our relationship. My parents are not going to be keen on the details, but I think we should at least be on the same page.”

You nod again, biting your chopsticks in contemplation. “How elaborate do we need to get? They say a lie is better when it’s close to the truth, so we can tell them how we met in college and stayed friends before you confessed to me.”

Jaehyun looks incredulous, eyebrows shooting up his face. “I confessed to you? Wouldn’t it make more sense if it’s the other way around?” he teases, nudging you by the shoulder.

The two of you bicker childishly for a moment, laughing while finishing your food. In the end, you and Jaehyun has devised a good enough story about how the two of you met, using your original idea of starting out as friends before eventually falling in love. To prepare even further, you quiz him on your birthday and your favourite colour while he makes you memorize all his favourite food and what he’s allergic to.

“I think that’s about how much I can handle tonight,” you wince, holding up a hand after rehearsing your ‘dating’ story for the fourth time. “When do you think we should meet your parents?”

“I was hoping for this weekend… for lunch?”

Your head falls to the side as you scowl at his sheepish smile. Groaning, you lean your head against the couch, running your hand over your face. “You’ve already scheduled it, didn’t you?”

“Guilty,” Jaehyun chuckles meekly.

“God, you’re so impulsive,” you chastise, though there’s no bite in your words as you prop your head on your elbow, smiling wide at him. “At least tell me about these things! What if I was actually busy with something important?”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry!”

You can’t stay mad at your friend, understanding that he’s only excited about the prospect of his plan working. Jaehyun arranges the takeout boxes in a pile before grabbing the remote and settling back onto the couch. The movie continues with the couple confessing their love to one another before a parade of paparazzies burst into the building and demanded answers.

“Jae.”

“Hmm?”

“Do we have to deal with those?” You point to the TV just as the male lead yanks a camera and smashes it on the ground. “You know… considering the fact you’re the second son of the biggest conglomerate in the country?”

Jaehyun frowns, pausing the movie again. “I guess so, but only during important events. I wouldn’t worry about it since I’m the youngest. Besides, I highly doubt they’ll say anything negative in the press,” he laughs. “I can see the headlines now: ‘Taming of the Son’ or ‘Jeon Corp’s Second Son’s Heart Has Finally Melted’ – you know, cheesy shit like that.” Jaehyun emphasizes by waving his hand, as though he’s pressing the words into the air.

You roll your eyes and throw him a helpless smile while shaking your head. “Well, as long as there’s no rumours about me ‘marrying up’ or – God forbid – ‘being a gold-digger’, I think I can live with it.”

He returns your smile with an empathetic one, placing a warm hand on your knee. “I swear, I won’t let that happen. We can even keep it under wraps until you’re ready too.”

As impulsive as Jaehyun could be, you’re grateful that he still has your best interest at heart. The two of you spend the rest of the night laughing while coming up with other equally ridiculous headlines that might pop up once you reveal your engagement to the press.

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Soft piano filters through the speakers while four figures chatter quietly amongst each other. The Jeons have reserved a VIP room in the fancy Japanese restaurant fifteen minutes away from the apartment. You’ve always wanted to try this place, but the number of zeroes behind each meal platter has thoroughly deterred you from stepping foot inside.

To say you’re nervous is an understatement, despite the fraudulent nature of your relationship with Jaehyun, you’re still obligated to convince them into thinking that you’re really in love. So, you let the youngest Jeon hold your hand on the table as you smile demurely at him when he tells them about how you got together, batting your eyelashes for effect.

Mrs. Jeon coos with every story about your fake dates, squeezing her husband’s arm and whispering, “Honey, remember when we did all that?”to which the patriarch simply nods, grunting a few times in affirmation – though the light flush colouring his cheeks suggests that he’s enjoying the attention.

“Okay, I think I’ve heard enough of my son’s voice,” Mrs. Jeon says, shushing Jaehyun with a wink when he gasps dramatically. Turning her attention to you, there’s a glimmer in her eyes when she talks. “Tell me about you! Jaehyun tells me you’re going for your masters, what’s it about?”

In between bites of sushi and sips of tea, you launch into the story of being an apprentice costume designer for the theatre back in college. Realizing how much you loved sewing, what started as a hobby became the centre of your life; from helping your roommate with a few loose buttons to actually designing and crafting the dress her younger sister wore to homecoming. When you mentioned about taking on a few commissions, Mrs. Jeon insistedthat you sew a dress for her, which only amplified the tightness in your chest.

“So, right now, I’m pursuing a major in business, but I’m hoping to ultimately open a boutique of my own. Honestly, though, none of this would’ve happen if Jaehyun hadn’t helped me,” you grin forcefully, ignoring the stabbing guilt by squeezing your fiancé’s arm. You decided to drive the point home by pressing a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving a small imprint of pink on his skin. “I owe a lot to him.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

Mrs. Jeon squeals in delight, fanning herself happily before launching into a similar story about how Mr. Jeon helped her pursue her own passion. You listen attentively, nodding and smiling along while you shift in your seat. When the silence arrives, following the end of her story, Mrs. Jeon’s bottom lip quivers slightly and she brushes off the stray tears that fall halfway through her cheeks. Mr. Jeon whispers her name gently, a withered hand lifting her chin as he dabs the tears away with a napkin.

“Oh, gosh, I-I’m sorry,” she blubbers, half-laughing while pushing Mr. Jeon’s hand away. “I’m just… so glad Jaehyun’s found someone to love.”

Your blood runs cold at the warm display of tenderness. Though there’s no doubt that you and Jaehyun are great at mimicking what a real relationship could look like, the difference is like night and day. In their own personal bubble, the Jeons don’t realize that you’re pretending – that the relationship you’re holding in your hands is built on the foundation of cold, hard cash. All your failed relationships are proof that you’re not suited for this role. What were you thinking when you agreed at the bar that night? How could you convince anyone, let alone them, of love when you know nothing?

You grind your heels into the carpet though every instinct is telling you to run – that you can’t continue to swallow the guilt and act like you’re in love.

Your stomach churns.

Your vision darkens.

Your heart is beating too fast.

Steady your breathing, you reprimand your lungs, squeezing your eyes tight. Do it for Jaehyun.

It’s no use.

The bile continues to rise – filling your mouth with bitter anguish while you sit there and lie.

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Guilt continues to puncture holes through your heart as you helplessly watch the older couple swoon over each other, clearly still madly in love after years have gone by. Jaehyun tightens his grip on your trembling hands, a ghost of a smile on his lips – the counterpart to your deepening scowl.

This was too much, and you only have yourself to blame for agreeing so hastily to Jaehyun’s plea. The needle on your moral compass swings wildly around; torn between wanting to support your friend and coming clean about your arrangement.

The dress you’re wearing plasters to your skin as the temperature rapidly rises, until the confession sitting on your tongue is a sin you can no longer bear. Jaehyun’s best attempts to calm you down through whispers only you can hear are drowned out by the high pitch ringing in your ear and it was only a matter of time before the Jeons caught wind of your trembling figure.

Mrs. Jeon whispers your name softly and the arrow of iniquity lodges deeper into your heart. “Is everything okay?”

You gasp, watery eyes zeroing on her concerned gaze before snapping over to Jaehyun. He shakes his head, a pleading look in his wide-eyes, mouth parting slightly to whisper, “Don’t.”

No. You can’t do this. Not to the lovely older couple sitting in front of you.

After smiling apologetically to Jaehyun, you return your gaze to his parents. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you begin. “Mr. and Mrs. Jeon—” Jaehyun’s hand squeezes yours in a death grip and you wince, but you don’t let it deter your resolve. You allow the seconds to tick by and in the moments before you reveal the plan, peace washes over you, helping you breathe easier before you continue.

“There’s something I have to tell you. The truth is—"

You’re interrupted by the loud crash of a door slamming into the wall, your private dining area invaded by the arrival of a mysterious stranger.

Only the stranger isn’t mysterious at all.

No, because should the sun ever die and total darkness swallows the earth, you’ll still be able to recognize that face in the sea of shadows.

The sable-coloured eyes that once held great adoration for you; the same ones that would form into crescents when you told a good joke.

The soft raven-coloured hair you ran your fingers through while you watch him sleep peacefully in your arms.

The plush lips that remind you constantly of your beauty – praises whispered into the air or marks carved into your skin.

Great tidal waves of memories slam repeatedly into your vulnerable state, pulling you deeper into the riptide—

The searing touches.

The kisses.

And the almost ‘I love you’s.

Though you no longer do double-takes at every stranger with dark hair and dimpled smile, your heart will always remember.

Because it’s the face that belongs to the one and only Jeon Jungkook.

Once an easy-going senior, now stands a proud businessman, though the rumpled dress shirt and askew tie begs to differ. He’s different – older;with extra crinkles and lines you’ve yet to acquaint yourself with. However, there are still hints of his younger self that exists in the set of his jaw and the moles on his face – the very same ones you’ve kissed to form constellations all over his skin.

You’re still stunned at the way he seemed to materialize out of thin air, eyes blinking slowly while you adjust to this new version of him.

Jungkook squints while his gaze sweeps the room, the corners of his lips turned down into a frown. You almost mistake the look he gives you as softness, but that’s impossible; there’s no way he’d be happy, especially upon receiving the news. Sure enough, in a blink, his hard gaze returns, boring holes right into your face.

The room stops breathing. It waits for one of its occupants to make the first move.

Mrs. Jeon stands abruptly, a half-gasp, half-scream of his name leaving her lips, breaking everyone out of their reverie. His arm slumps around her shoulder in a quick side hug, a small smile on his lips while his mother prattle on about his disheveled state, but he leaves her chattering figure to walk the short distance to where the rest of you are sitting.

Mrs. Jeon falters when her son makes no indication that he’s listening, eyebrows scrunched to the centre of her forehead while she looks over at her husband.

Silence arrives as an uncomfortable sixth guest. It sits prettily in the corner with a wicked smile, its looming presence overshadowing the sunny afternoon and brightly coloured furniture.

Jungkook leans forward to place both his hands on the table, nose flaring as his eyes drag between Jaehyun, your intertwined hands, and then you. If you were already on the verge of running before, you wish for the ground to swallow you whole now.

“Now, what’s all this about a wedding, hm?”

His voice is much too calm, a coldness seeping to the words. You can’t help but wince, feeling like a child chastised for sticking their hand in the cookie jar before dinner.

Oblivious to the tension, your fake fiancé bursts into laughter, standing up to greet his elder sibling with a hug. “Hyung! Oh my god! This is the best surprise ever!” Jaehyun’s eyes flit around Jungkook’s appearance. “Wow! How’s Japan? Did you come straight here when you heard about the news?”

Jungkook tears his gaze away from your figure and you exhale, letting your shoulders sag slightly. He fixes his brother with a concerned look – mouth thinned to a straight line as he grabs Jaehyun by the shoulders. “Jaehyun, listen to me very carefully.”

The room waits with bated breath, four pairs of eyes staring at Jungkook.

“As the future head of Jeon Corp, I don’t – won’t –approve of this marriage.” He spat the last word out in disgust, his head whipping towards you, jaw set, and eyebrows drawn tightly to the centre of his forehead.

You don’t dare look at Jungkook, fixing your eyes to your husband-to-be instead, watching with concern as his face crumples. Sure, you were about to reveal the plan to the Jeons prior to Jungkook’s arrival, but seeing Jaehyun look so defeated unleashed your overprotective side, reminding you once again why you chose to be in this agreement in the first place. You stand abruptly, silverware clattering against ceramic.

“What! You can’t be serious. At least tell us why,” you demand coldly, no longer cowering at Jungkook’s gaze. “Jaehyun and I… we love each other.”

Jungkook remains skeptical, cocking an eyebrow as he released his brother’s shoulder. “Oh? And you’re such an expert on love, is that it?” Never mind that he just called you out on your biggest insecurity, Jungkook laughs, though it’s not the same twinkling laughter you’re used to. No,this one sound hollow – devoid of emotion.

He tilts his head and stuffs his hands into his pants, a cruel grin appearing on his face. Ignoring your stammering, he continues to taunt, “Can you swear to love each other through sickness and in health or whatever bullshit that comes your way?” Every few words are punctuated with a step until he towers over your figure, leaning slightly forward.

Mrs. Jeon tries to placate her son, whispering his name under her breath, but Jungkook silences her with a hand. “No, I want to hear her say it,” he rebuffs, stabbing your shoulder with a finger.

You swat his jab with the back of your hand. “I swear,” you reply firmly, your hands curling into fists by your side. “Don’t you dare question our commitment. I love your brother.”

The confession hangs in the air, neither of you backing down from your staring contest. You even out your breathing as best as you could, trying to avoid giving him the satisfaction of seeing you rattled.

The seconds tick by, five statues staring at each other.

Jungkook’s the first to break, realization dawning in the way he grits his teeth as he faces away from your gaze. You watch him unclench his jaw, yet his shoulders continue to cage him in. When he breathes in, fingers raking through his disheveled hair, it sounds staggered.

Jungkook eyes everyone in the room individually, lingering on his brother. Standing your ground, you don’t flinch when his soft eyes hardened into a glare when it’s your turn before the inner corners of his eyebrows turn up and he shakes his head. Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose. When he talks, it’s directed at you, “Prove it then,” he mumbles. “Prove to me how much you love him. I don’t care that our parents have agreed. This is my brother you’re marrying.”

You’re taken aback, your gaze flickering quickly between Jaehyun and his parents. They don’t return your stare, choosing instead to eye the intricate patterns on the carpet floor. Setting your jaw, you look at Jungkook to give him a determined nod. “Fine. What do I have to do to prove it to you?”

Jungkook returns the action with a shrug, “You’ll see,” he mutters before moving towards the door, briefly clasping Jaehyun on the shoulder as he walks past. “It’s good to see everyone again, but I’m exhausted from the flight. So, I’ll be seeing you all later.”

Compared to the cacophony of his entrance, he exits quietly; leaving nothing behind but four stunned figures as the soft padding of his loafers against the carpeted floor disappear with the click of the wooden door.

chapter index | m.list

↠ prologue | [01] | [02] | [03] | [04] | [05] | [06] | [07] | [08] | epilogue

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nock & loaded | jjk

summary: you should be resting before your big match at the olympics, but can you say no when those eyes are asking you to practice with him one more time?

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | s2l, olympic athlete au | smut

warnings: pwp • semi-public sex • shower sex • dirty talk • unprotected sex • impact play (ass and titties!) • hair pulling • edging • breast play • creampie • biting • name calling (whore, slut) • fingering • handjob

author's note: i don't know how archery works. happy birthday to the sweetest jungkook. here's to him endlessly wrecking us all! thanks anon for requesting this, it was fun to write (my requests are closed)! and a huge other thank you to @joyfulhopelox for beta-reading! i appreciate you, maria!

m.list | ao3

Steady.

You nock the arrow in its spot, holding the bow in front of you as your three fingers draw the string taut. The back of your hand is warm against your cheek. You inhale deeply, slowly, as you line up the shot – a little lower than you’d expect, you remind yourself, closing an eye out of habit.

Everything stills.

You no longer hear the incessant buzzing from the fluorescent lights or the soft chattering from the crowd of people practicing next to you.

It’s just you and the yellow bullseye.

You exhale one final time before your fingers loosen their grip; the arrow shooting straight into its intended mark, lodging itself to the target with a thunk.

Padding over to the target, you yank the arrow roughly, returning it to the quiver on your hip as your hand trails over the deep indent on the foam. Slightly off-center, you chastise yourself. With a determined set of your jaw, you make your way to the shooting line to try again. The grip around your compound bow tightens and you roll your shoulders back, stretching your neck in the process before you resume your stance.

Inhale. Exhale.

Eyes sharp and focused, you launch arrow after arrow in rapid succession; the air whistling where you slice it in half, as a volley of fire rains down on the poor, battered target. You don’t stop. Not until your arms tremble and you're unable to lift the weight of the bow in your hand. Sighing irritably, you collect your final arrows – all in the yellow circle aside for one – before shoving them roughly in the quiver and moving the target back to its original position against the wall.

Looking around the gym, you’re unsurprised to find it mostly deserted, save for a few stragglers still practicing their craft. The large clock on the wall tells you that it’s not even midnight and you curse your tired body for its inability to keep up. Granted, your competition isn’t until the day after tomorrow, but this is the Olympics and you wanted to squeeze in as many practices as you could before then. Chugging the remainder of your water, you stare at the wall, running through all the advice your coach has given you in the past to see how you could do better.

“Hi.”

You could’ve screamed, heart beating rapidly in your chest when you whirl around to find a man behind you.

“Sorry,” he frowns before chuckling awkwardly as his hand brushes some hair away from his face. A very handsomeface; equipped with shimmering, dark eyes and a dimpled smile. “I’m Jungkook, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He thrusts his hand towards you and though you’re hesitant, you take it, a half-smile on your face. “Hi Jungkook, I’m—”

“I know who you are,” he interrupts excitedly, pumping your hand up and down. Upon noticing your bewildered expression, Jungkook visibly cringes; eyes shutting and brows furrowing as he groans. “Sorry, again, God.”

You cough, eyes flickering south to hint at your joined palms and Jungkook yanks his hand away quickly. But the force of his action causes you to tumble forward into his chest.

His very toned chest.

Heat rises to your cheeks when you realise your hands are splayed and gently squeezing his body. You can't help the laughter bursting out of your chest as Jungkook helps you regain your sense of balance and it only makes you laugh harder when you spy the man turning scarlet. He joins your mirth, but it sounded a little strained.

“Jesus, I swear I’m not like this normally,” he half-cough, half-chuckles. “I just wanted to say that I’m a huge fan. You won gold two years in a row and I’ve watched all your matches since last year." Jungkook hesitates for a second, mouth opening and closing several times while he studies your sneakers. "Okay, that’s all. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bury myself into a hole and never come out now.”

Jungkook turns around to leave, and you can hear him cursing himself under his breath about your interaction. You couldn't help the smile tugging the corners of your lips when you catch him shaking his head vigorously as he groans yet again.

Your body moves before your mind could stop it, sneakers squeaking on the floor as you jog towards him. Jungkook's interesting. And cute.

“Wait—” you call out, reaching out to grab him by the sleeve of his grey sweatshirt when you're near. “You obviously seem to know who I am. But I don’t think it’s fair that I don’t know who you are. Enlighten me?”

Jungkook’s face lights up. “Oh, yeah! I’m the newest entrant for the indoor match. I’m playing after you,” he grins sheepishly, hand resting on the back of his neck. His gaze drifts to the bow in your hand. “Were you done with practice? I was actually hoping you’d give me a few pointers.”

"Is that why you approached me?" You can't help but tease, adoring the endearing way he dips his head and smiles at you through his lashes despite being much taller than you. Though you really should be going back to your room to rest, you can’t find the strength to deny him of his request. “I'm messing with you, Jungkook. Let me grab the target.”

“No, let me!” Jungkook bounds excitedly to the wall lined with the rectangular foam pieces, his loud shoes slapping loudly against the gym floor as he drags one of them behind him. You suppress your giggle as you watch him set it up, his tongue peeking out of his mouth while he measures the distances between the target and the shooting line carefully.

When he finished, he jogged over to where you're standing, picking up his own bow from the floor. He rolls his shoulders and takes a deep breath, fastening the tail of the arrow to the string. "Okay, I'm ready," Jungkook grins with a tilt of his chin. "Should I start shooting?"

You shake your head and motion for him to stand behind the line. “Before you do that, show me your stance,” you instruct, studying as Jungkook raises the weapon at eye level. He pulls the tail of the arrow taut against the string with his other hand to rest it on his cheek. You briefly admire the way his face changes – the innocent facade melting away with the set of his jaw and furrowed eyebrows; his gaze sharp on the yellow circle ahead.

You redirect your focus back to his stance and not at his possibly fit body. The same one you felt just moments before.

Shaking your head away to clear the indecent thoughts, you study his posture by walking around him in circles. You spy something out of place and without thinking, your hands come up to touch his forearms, bending it back slightly— only for the arrow from his faltered grip.

"Sorry,” you scramble, hands returning swiftly to your side. Jungkook coughs, avoiding your gaze and your heart sinks at the thought that maybe you’ve made him uncomfortable. “Did I scare you?”

His eyes widen as he whips his head to meet your crestfallen gaze, shaking his head rapidly from side to side. "Oh no, I, uh, wasn't expecting to be touched, that's all," he explains, shuffling his weight to his other foot. "I'm the one who should be sorry. You're taking time to help me practice and I'm mumbling around like an idiot."

You relax at his words, throwing him a smile as you shake your head. "Nah, I should've warned you. Show me your stance again? There's a few things I want to point out."

Jungkook’s more reserved when he draws the arrow this time and though his aim is to the target, you feel his eyes watching your every move from his periphery. Years of training has helped you focus instantly on the small mistakes in his posture, adjusting his footing or arm placement as you lecture. “Here, relax your forearm, you don’t want that sticking out,” you point out, touching his inner elbow to bend it slightly. “We don't want you getting injured.”

You continue your assessment by shifting his stance with slight touches, completely oblivious to the contracting muscles underneath your fingertips. “Tilt your hips more and—”

“Ngh—”

Oh.

Jungkook stiffens under your touch and you freeze in place, your hands firmly rooted on his waist. You slowly drag your eyes to study his features. He looks appalled – beads of sweat dripping from his forehead while his cheeks gradually take in the colour of a tomato. Jungkook refuses to turn to you, wide eyes still locked on the target ahead though his mouth is now pressed to a grim line.

A dangerous idea crosses through your mind and you can’t help the mischievous smirk that stretches across your lips. “Focus, Jungkook,” you purr, dropping your voice a few notes lower. “You’re lucky I’m even here coaching you, y’know?”

You dig your fingers into his hips, making him jump and lose his grip on the bow, the equipment clattering uselessly on the ground.

“Pick it up,” you command with a chuckle. He heeds your request with trembling hands, returning quickly to the proper stance you’ve taught him. “Good boy, such a fast learner.”

While you continue your nonchalant lecture, your hands roam all over his body though your touches now linger a few heartbeats longer than before. You observe his reactions with great interest: at his trembling arms, shallow breathing, and glassy, half-lidded eyes. Despite the telltale signs, his gaze is still trained on the target ahead.

You click your tongue at the lackluster reactions. So, you decide to tease him further, squishing your tits firmly on his back as your arms circle around his waist. His chest expands and you hear his thundering heartbeat marching alongside your own. Standing on your tiptoes, you graze the shell of his ear with your lips.

“Go on," you whisper, nipping lightly at his earlobe. "Take the shot.”

Jungkook growls when he releases the arrow, but neither of you know where it lands. The instant you hear a thunk, he chucks the bow haphazardly to the side, the weapon clattering loudly on the gym floor, to whirl around and crash his lips onto yours.

He pulls you in an embrace, a hand circling your midsection while his hot tongue swipes on your bottom lip. Your head swims with his scent and you moan desperately into his mouth, hands fisting the front of his tracksuit to pull him closer. You didn't know if there were people still left in the gym, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care – not when Jungkook’s large hands are kneading your ass and the pool of desire continues to build in your abdomen, numbing all your other senses to focus solely on his touch.

“Showers. Now,” he commands. You respond with a giggle and he pulls you to the direction of the bathrooms, abandoning your scattered equipment on the floor.

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The steam from the shower helps you battle the cold tiles against your back. Your eyes are closed as you let out moan after airy moan while Jungkook slams three of his tattooed fingers repeatedly into your aching cunt.

Your own hand strokes his shaft, squeezing and tugging gently while his hips buck in tandem. The shower fails to dampen the loud squelches reverberating the room and you only hope that it’s late enough that no one is around.

“Ngh—fuck!” he grunts loudly when you gently run your thumb across the slit of his throbbing cock head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve – mmh – fantasized about this for so long.”

The thought makes you cringe, but your snide response turns into gibberish when his thumb traces circles on your clit.

"Oh my god, Jungkook—" you keen, pushing your chest forward when he bends over to latch his mouth on your nipple, grazing his teeth on the sensitive skin before laving the bud with his tongue. The sensation has you trembling, knees about to give out with the sheer amount of electricity shooting down your spine. "Do it again, baby."

Jungkook chuckles briefly before moving to your other tit, swirling his tongue over the nipple while his empty hand pinches the other one. Heeding your request, he bites down a little harder – eliciting a half-scream from your lips as you throw your head back, inches away from colliding with the tile. Marks appear on your tits every time his mouth connects to the skin and you can only moan and tremble under his touch.

"F-Feels good," you sigh, grinding your hips on his fingers. "Fuck, you're so good to me, Kook."

Jungkook grunts your name when you squeeze his cock tighter, eyes falling shut as his body shivers in ecstacy. “God, I love your hand around my dick, but I can’t wait anymore, baby, need to fuck you now,” he groans, rutting faster against your hold.

You nod for a fraction of a second and that’s all it takes for Jungkook to slip his fingers out from your pussy to spin you around, pushing your chest against the blue ceramic while his hand smacks your ass playfully. Giggling, you wiggle your hips in response before arching your back until your cunt meets the head of his cock. Your smirk stretches wider when Jungkook curses harshly under his breath.

“What are you waiting for? Come fuck me already then,” you taunt breathlessly, raising your hips to drag your folds against his shaft.

At your invitation, he seizes your hips firmly before pushing his length into your quivering pussy. You groan when you feel the tip slide in, forehead pressed against the wall as you close your eyes in bliss. He’s filling you gradually, waiting for you to adjust to his girth – and though normally you'd be grateful, you're too high on euphoria and adrenaline to wait any longer.

“Jungkook, come on,” you whine, grinding against the head of his cock. “Why don't you fuck me like you hate me?”

The instant the words leave your mouth, Jungkook growls – your name coming out through gritted teeth – and he lands a sharp, forceful smack on your ass. You grunt at the unexpected slap, nails scratching at the slippery tile as Jungkook slips out of your cunt, leaving only the tip, before plunging his cock all the way in without warning. His hand winds itself around your wet hair, tugging your head back forcibly until your glassy eyes look up at the ceiling above while he sets a brutal pace – spearing your cunt vigorously with his hard length.

“Yeah?" he grunts in your ear when you screech his name, his voice slightly muffled by the shower. "You want me to treat you like a whore? Who knew that the two-time gold medalist is this much of a fucking slut?”

You shiver as he continues the onslaught of words accompanied by brutal thrusts; surprised to see this side of the sweet boy you met only hours ago. As your high-pitch moans reverberate through the bathroom, the coil in your abdomen continues to tighten until you're shaking, relying heavily on the hold Jungkook has on your hips to keep you steady.

Jungkook continues to drive his cock into your cunt, using his grip on your hair for momentum as he rocks you back and forth. He removes his hand from your waist to palm your tits before landing a loud smack that reaches your ears. You grit your teeth to avoid screaming at the sharp pain as tears begin to blur your vision.

"Oh, you like that? I can feel your cunt tightening up," he teases with a husky laugh, pinching your nipple between his fingers while ignoring your howling cries of his name.

After roughly fondling your chest, Jungkook pushes you back to the tile, squishing your tits against the ceramic to give attention to your ass – landing quick, short smacks on your plump cheeks until the torrent of water feels like sandpaper on your skin. You grunt with every impact and sink your nails deep into the tattooed forearm that's pushing your head against the wall. There’s a prickle of worry that you’re breaking skin when he hisses, but Jungkook does not relent, continuing his brutal pace.

“Kook-“ you cry, tears and water blurring your vision. “I’m fucking close—”

You hear his raspy chuckle as he slows down. The orgasm that laps at your feet is starting to ebb and you groan in frustration, eyes screwed shut while your body trembles. You whimper pathetically against his hold, trying to turn your head to no avail. “Fuck—why?”you cry.

Jungkook laughs as he lands yet another smack across your ass. “What did you say before? ‘Fuck me like you hate me’? Should I even let you cum?” he jeers as his hand cups your core to swipe harsh circles on your clit.

No, no, no! Your eyes open wide as you stare at the white ceiling at the threat. “P-Please, let me cum!” you plead, grinding desperately on his cock.

"Look at you. So fucked out just for me." Jungkook sweeps your wet hair away from your face, planting a quick kiss on your cheek while he switches to deep, slow strokes - exiting your cunt only to slam back in. You whimper, pressing your cheek tightly against the tile as your body spasms, and you’re sure that the checkered lines has embedded themselves on your skin.

"Where's that attitude you had in the beginning, hm?" He punctuates each word with a powerful thrust, raking his fingers through your hair.

You garble half-syllables; chanting various forms of "Jungkook, fuck! Please—" in breathy moans.

“You can cum,” he concedes with a bored sigh after a few more thrusts and you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “But know that it’s because I let you.”

He relaxes his grip on your head, smoothing out your matted hair to one side of your neck. Jungkook trails his index finger down the column of exposed skin, making you shiver under his touch. “Such a pretty neck,” he mumbles, wrapping his tattooed hand around the base of your throat.

He squeezes experimentally and you clench harder around his dick; his name coming out in the barest of whispers. “Fuck—” he hisses, pressing hard enough that you can hardly breathe, especially with the thick steam from the shower around you. “Does this feel good, baby?”

You can hardly think, brain too muddled with lust and pleasure. It was difficult to talk, but you manage to whine affirmatively. “Yes – shit – feels so fucking good.”

Jungkook hums approvingly. He continues his languid pace and though you prefer the vigorous snaps of his hips, you keep your mouth shut; fearing that he'll continue to edge you when you’re so close, the impending orgasm making your toes curl.

However, your high continues to recede with every sluggish drag of his cock. With a frustrating cry, you can no longer ignore your needs. “Jungkook – harder! Please!”

The lewd sounds of sex are drowned by the cascade of water as Jungkook returns to his harsh pace, loudly grunting your name alongside your own relieved cries. His hand leaves your throat to land another sharp smack on your ass, before gripping the cheek forcibly, nails digging into your skin. Your orgasm is approaching fast – electricity shooting straight to your core when his cock slams repeatedly into the spot that makes your eyes roll back.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Can't wait to fill this pussy – ngh. Cum for me, baby, I got you," he husks.

With Jungkook's words ringing in your ears, the coil snaps. The orgasm makes your legs shake violently, making it hard for you to stay standing. Your vision is dotted in white as your head swims – your mouth repeating, “Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!”

He chants your name through gritted teeth, helping you prolong your orgasm with every drive of his hard cock inside your swollen cunt. Jungkook’s thrusts gradually turn sloppier as he approaches his own end and despite the encroaching sensitivity in your pussy, you move your hips in tandem with his, aiding him along.

“Fill me up, Kook—” you beg, your voice sounding whiny and desperate.

“Ngh – fuck, fuck!” he groans, bruising your already stinging ass with his grip as he empties himself inside of you, spurts of white, hot cum lodging deep in your cunt.

Exhausted, he slumps over your arched figure, kissing your neck and shoulders, his body trembling as he ruts slowly inside, pushing his cum deeper. You both hiss when he leaves your battered walls and the two of you stand there for a few solid seconds, enjoying the skinship and the warm water caressing your tired limbs.

As Jungkook collects his breathing, you lather yourself up with the soap, wincing slightly at the smarting skin left by his devilish hands.

“That was—”

“Hot,” you finish his sentence with a smirk. “Here’s hoping my joints are well enough for me to compete.”

Jungkook laughs sheepishly, apologies begin tumbling out, which you silence quickly with a press of your lips against his. “None of that, I enjoyed myself,” you grin. “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up and get the hell out of here.”

When you’re fully clothed and sated, the gym is thankfully devoid of its denizens. You put the target back to where it belongs and Jungkook hauls both your gym bags and equipment over his shoulder.You spy the way he bites his lip, suppressing his laughter at your strange gait as the two of you walk towards the exit.

“Don’t laugh, you did this,” you pout, jabbing a finger into his shoulder.

Jungkook raises both his hands in defence. “You asked for it!”

The two of you talk about the upcoming competition while you walk to your respective dorms, a quiet nervous energy flowing through as you make plans to meet up for practice before the match. When you find your door, Jungkook lowers your gym bag and compound bow to the floor, before cradling your cheek with his large hand.

"Thanks for tonight, I had fun," Jungkook whispers, eyes turning into crescents. "Can't wait to see you tomorrow for practice."

He kisses you goodnight; a soft peck on your lips, before adjusting his gym bag on his shoulder and walking away.

“Before you go…" you call out, causing him to turn towards you. "Wanna make a bet with me?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“Win the gold medal for me and I’ll make sure you’re handsomely rewarded.”

With a final wink, you disappear into your dorm room, leaving Jungkook and his bewildered eyes to stare at the empty space where you stood in the hallway.

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run to you | series teaser

posting date ↠ winter 2021

pairing ↠ jeon jungkook x reader

genre ↠ gang AU, forbidden love AU — enemies to lovers (angst, fluff, smut).

18+ | series warnings (potential spoilers) ↠ drinking, swearing, recurring (sometimes detailed) violence, bullying (not to reader), use of knives, multiple detailed injuries, character death, explicit sexual content.

teaser word count ↠ 810

summary ↠ You’re supposed to hate him. Your family history tells you that much, as well as the ongoing volatile feud between both your older brothers. But why is it that when Jeon Jungkook makes himself known to you, you can’t bring yourself to hate him?

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There’s only one thing in this world that scares you — one man and his name is Jeon Junghyun. Ironically, the man you somehow fall in love with just happens to be his younger brother.

A/N. this series may still take a while but I wanted to post something for Jungkook’s birthday so here we are! :) the taglist is open if you want to be added :) thank you in advance for your patience <3

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(road)tripping for you | jjk

“it was just supposed to be a roadtrip; your best friend, her boyfriend, his best friend, and you. but it gets a little more complicated (and a whole lot more awkward) when your best friend and her boyfriend have to drop out and you’re left to go on the trip with none other than jeon jungkook, a complete stranger. well, a complete stranger except for the fact that you hooked up two years ago.”

— genre: roadtrip! AU, strangers to lovers! AU, only-one-bed! AU, summer! AU, fluff, a bit of angst

— pairing: jungkook x female reader

— word count: 31.071

— warnings: cursing, light alcohol consumption, awkward situations, clichés

— playlist: soundtrack

— a/n: alright im happy and incredibly nervous to present this baby !! its completely self-indulgent, cheesy as shit, and not really edited, so i hope you guys enjoy! id also like to thank lira @koocycle​ for listening to me cry about this fic!! couldnt have done this without you! also, this is my entry for @ficscafe​’s exchange event, written for @jeonsweetheart​​ !! i really do hope you enjoy this one and sorry that this is so long! i uh also stalked your blog a bit and was inspired by how you assign a song to every fic, so i did the same! hope you dont mind!! my pick for this au is “safety net” by ariana grande !!

— lyric: tripping, falling, with no safety net 

The summer is always too short.

The realisation comes to you while you’re waiting in the car and fanning yourself with a make-shift paper fan because the AC broke two weeks ago and you haven’t had the money to get it fixed yet, waiting for Sooyoung who just walked into the convenience store to buy some snacks. 

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