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i can't breathe

he's so fine ♡

i am going insane

WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF

HE'S INSANE

i am so emotionally attached to this couple like genuinely

the way their relationship is portrayed is so raw and beautiful

colour me in: the canvas | jjk (m)

Summary: Jungkook comes back to you with a suitcase full of secrets and hurdles – and once he opens it, you’re left tongue-tied and bewildered.

➳ pairing:Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: fwb/f2l, fake dating; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: artist jk actually this time!, old secrets revealed and new ones made smh, deep talks, paparazzi mention, oc’s mother is just not cool, another member cameo!, crying and fighting, domesticity <3, angst ahead 😵‍💫; explicit sexual content: consent, mentions of bdsm, body painting 😭, dirty talk, bit of edging, oral (f. & m. receiving), throat fucking, fingering and handjob, body paint on his lips…, dry humping, unprotected sex, breast play, some biting, such disgusting fluff it made me sick, again… such deep jk moans, showering/washing up together…., multiple orgasms, aftercare, the moment after <3 ➳ wc: 22.8k ➳ a/n: ahhh okay, so – i hope you guys like this chapter after all the fun theorising and suspense (and after all those months!), and that it lives up to your expectations !! it was so fun to write, though. always thankful for beta’ing @missgeniality​​, you’re the bestest 🤍 as always, don’t forget to drop by in my inbox and let me know what you think; it means a lot !! ➳ listen to:with love by christina grimmie |full playlist 🤍

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“Shouldn’t we get up at some point? It must be noon.”

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IM OBSSESED I CANT STOP READING AHHH

colour me in: layers | jjk (m)

Summary: The deeper you dive into Jungkook’s mind, the more you question your own thoughts.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: fwb/f2l, fake dating, college!au; light angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings:artist!jk <3, sexual tension, dorky but also wholesome and sweet dialogues, teasing/banter, fuckboy!jk, paparazzi/journalists ain’t shit, her mom isn’t cool :c, jimin is very sus and causes problems smh, a forehead kiss….., they make my heart bleed, a club scene, angry kook hhhh, bits of jealousy, they’re both confused 😐, drunk people; explicit sexual content: drunk (consensual !!!) sex, unprotected sex (safer sex is cool), dom!jk, big dick jk ofc, manhandling, dirty talk (lots of talking in general tbh), fingering, oral (m. receiving), soft/rough sex, dry humping?, praises, aftercare and cuddles, cockwarming; basically – they’re dorks ok, also that ending 2.0…. ➳ word count: 18.4k (omg i’m sorry !!) ➳ a/n: this chapter was such a joy to write, but damn i struggled with it quite a bit 💀 i hope you guys enjoy it lots !!! do leave your thoughts <3 thank you so much for taking your precious time and beta’ing this for me, @missgeniality​​ i owe you big time <333 ➳listen to: stay (acoustic) by zedd & alessia cara |full (collaborative) playlist 🤍

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Yoongi [11:23AM]: Did u know about this ????? Yoongi [11:23AM]: Look at this complete horseshit…it took them what. A few weeks or so ?? Yoongi [11:24AM]: Maybe ask ur gf what she thinks of this…it’s ridiculous

Jungkook’s hand clutches his device; his knuckles pale.

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YAYYYYY I CANT WAIT TO BINGE READ THIS SERIES I MISSED IT SO MUCH 🫶🫶🫶

@personasintro tysm for ur hardwork ur writing is like no other i'm obsessed <3333

Mutual Help | #01

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.4k+

𝐚/𝐧: this bombass comeback wouldn't be as amazing and special if it weren't for @kithtaehyung who made the best new mh banner anyone could ever make!!! ryen, thank you bub so much for putting up with my indecisive ass and taking the time to make not only this banner but different versions before that! I truly appreciate it and I'm thankful you're a part of this!!

ogs know this one is reposted but I hope everyone will enjoy it whether they're rereading it or reading for the first time! lastly, thank you for the endless love and support, i love y'all ♡

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

The hallway looks exactly the same, which there isn't any reason why it should look different all of a sudden, but considering you haven't been in this building for the past few weeks just makes you want to notice the slightest change. But there is none. It still smells sterile with a little bit of sweetness which reminds you of cinnamon. You're not sure why, nor do you really dwell on it too much.

You could imagine your Thursday evening differently, which means laying down as soon as you come home and turn on Netflix, trying to spend at least twenty minutes finding a good show. That's been your routine for weeks now, but you're not complaining. It feels that void of loneliness in your smart one bedroom apartment.

Although, you can't help but feel nervous when you picture the message you got from Jimin.

'come to Jungkook's, he needs us' 

He never explained anything further, nor replied to the tons of your messages or missed calls. You wouldn't be on the edge, if you've seen or heard from Jungkook. Apart from some occasional messages like 'what's up' or 'what were you doing today?', your communication went downhill. But you don't blame him or yourself for it. You were both busy and probably still are, to even hangout like you always used to.

It bothered you for some time, not hanging out with your best friend like you used to. But you've grown used to that small but painful fact that you don't have to see each other every day. Plus, after some time you've realized, you can still be best friends with someone without having to chat with them 24/7. Gratefulness is how you'd describe your feelings. Grateful that your friendship works, even though you don't get to spend your time with each other that often.

Your knuckles meet the wood of Jungkook's front door in a gentle manner, which is a complete opposite of your inside feelings as you've this weird feeling inside of you. The message Jimin sent you was weird and you haven't heard from anyone since then.

And when the door finally opens, you're glad you're met with Jimin himself as he stares at you with hopeful eyes and a breath of relief that escapes his plush lips. You rush inside, already taking off your shoes and jacket while you confusingly stare at your friend that looks more than relieved to see you.

"What the hell happened? You never texted me back." you tell him, or more like scold him rather than properly greet him.

"Ah, sorry," he cringes, pulling out his phone before he notices the bunch of messages and missed calls from you. "It's just—"

"This is bullshit."

The grumpy and raspy voice unintentionally cuts him off, booming inside of the apartment causing your ears to naturally perk up. Is it just you or his voice got deeper? You look at Jimin with a questioning gaze, who sees the confusion on your features as you hear Jungkook's grumpy and annoyed voice. Rather than explaining something to you, he sighs and with a quick cock of his head towards the living room, you both walk inside.

You're surprised when you see Taehyung there as well, opening a beer can before he pushes it into Jungkook's hands. Surprisingly, the mentioned guy is slouched on his beige couch, wearing one of his baggy shirts and loose sweatpants with his hair looking like he hasn't brushed them for days.

Taehyung's eyes meet yours as soon as you step in, noticing the mess around including two pizza boxes thrown on the floor and empty cans of coke and beer on the coffee table. "Oh, thank god!" Taehyung breathes out the same sigh of relief, causing you to greet him with a confused 'hello'.

Although, you don't wait for any reaction because your best friend finally acknowledges your presence in his home, head lazily turning in your direction as you walk up to him.

"Great," he mutters, almost rolling eyes at the sight of you. "Who called her?" he eyes the two of his best friends, scoffing before he takes a gulp of the beer that Taehyung handed him.

"What kind of reaction is that, asshole?" you react right away, frowning at your best friend that hasn't seen you for weeks and this is his first reaction.

"Don't mind him, please. He's just a little bit drunk right now." Jimin quickly jumps into an action, noticing your fireback and unappreciative tone that's aimed at none other than Jungkook himself.

He rolls his eyes at Jimin words, but doesn't say anything else before Taehyung watches you with cautious doe eyes. He sits in a chair, arm leaned against his knee as he anxiously bites his nails even though he tries to act casual. You don't buy it.

"What the fuck is going on?" you ask them, pointing towards Jungkook that looks like a truck just hit him.

Jimin opens his mouth, but Jungkook glares at him which ends up with him shutting it right away and when you look at Taehyung, he doesn't even spare you a glance.

"Which one of you called her?" Jungkook speaks up, eyeing the two of his friends as they point to each other causing you to snort. Cowards. "I'm fine. I don't see a reason why you make such a big deal out of this. I'm fine."

The fact that he had to repeat the same sentence twice, just proves that no — he's not fine. And before the wheels in your head start to work and roll, Jimin's voice speaks up in a clear, yet quick tempo.

"Kiko broke up with Jungkook."

The room goes silent, faint sounds coming out of the television are filling out the thick silence in the room as Jungkook freezes, not even glaring at his friend that apologetically shrugs at him.

One of the reasons why you haven't got to see your best friend that often is, that he simply found a girlfriend. Trying to combine his work, personal love life and you was already hard. But you get it. You're not mad or annoyed at him, because the two of you still kept in touch. It was just a matter of time until some of you found someone and naturally, there wouldn't be that much time to spend your days together. It was bound to happen and you knew Jungkook would be the first one to find someone.

He's your best friend, but you're not blind. He's one of the most handsome guys you've ever met, not just that but his personality is something that most girls would fall for. His attitude is pissy right now and now, you know the true reason behind it. But the Jungkook you know, is one of the most caring people you know. And not only that, but he's funny, intelligent and perfect at almost everything. He's the whole package and any girl would be lucky to snatch him.

And that girl, or perhaps you should say a woman, happened to be Kiko. A Japanese beauty that their mutual friend introduced them to one another. It clicked off immediately. Even you've noticed it when Jungkook Rain checked almost every plan you had together. He started to stare into his phone with all those puppy heart eyes whenever she texted him. At first, you found it annoying because it was just plain rude, watching him text her every five seconds instead of trying to hang out with you. But then, you just stopped caring and whenever you went silent, he'd just pushed his phone away and tried to gain your attention.

It was stupid, because you knew if you gave him attitude or silent treatment, he would just feel bad and tried to focus on you. Until the both of you stopped hanging out with each other that much.

"She did?" you mutter, staring at Jungkook who stares in front of him with a wiped out gaze. You've never seen him in this kind of state. "I'm sorry, Kook."

"Yeah, well, shit happens." he grumbles, clenching his jaw as he takes another gulp of beer that's securely clenched in his hand.

You've seen Jungkook having a couple of girlfriends, but you know that his relationship with Kiko was different. He wasn't just any girlfriend that he tried to get to know, she was someone that he completely fell for and couldn't stop talking about. He's in love. And even though he's being an ass to his friends right now, it's just his coping mechanism and you know that whatever Jimin and Taehyung has been doing, hasn't helped much. He plays tough right now, hiding his true feelings under this cold and uninterested facade but you know him better.

And when he keeps glancing at you before he quickly looks away, it's almost as if he can hear your exact thoughts.

"Well," you hastily speak, clapping your hands together as you lightly smile at everyone in the room. "You don't wanna date anyone whose name is Kiko." you try to joke, a laugh and snort erupting from Jimin and Taehyung who has obviously found your little joke funny.

Jungkook on the other hand, looks even more pissed off because he never looked at you with so much anger and annoyance as he's looking right now, causing you to squirm in your spot. "Real class, Y/N." he barks at you, causing you to slump in defeat before Jimin squeezes your shoulders in comfort.

"I brought you banana milk. I didn't know what happened, so I thought this would be a nice and quick save." you lightly tell him, sitting at the end of the couch, next to his sprawled legs but he doesn't move them away.

"Jeez, I'm not some fucking kid. Banana milk won't fix my broken heart." he scoffs, shaking his head while the three of you are even surprised that he just admitted that he has a broken heart. Well, clearly but since he's been putting up this tough act, it still comes as a shock. Judging by the look of Jimin's and Taehyung's face, they seem to think the same thing.

"I know that, Kook," you quietly tell him, hastily grabbing one of his ankles as you squeeze it in a manner to comfort him. He doesn't budge, that means something. "Is there anything we can do for you?" you ask him, not really sure if he's even going to answer that.

His brows furrow while he fumbles with his fingers, the slightest pout adoring his small lips as he thinks your question through. The three of you watch him with curious eyes, wondering what the hell is this guy thinking of. He looks at you, then at Jimin and Taehyung before he softly sighs.

"I mean... there's nothing you guys can do." he says softly, taking another gulp of beer that tastes like piss. Korean beer is just not good, and you're surprised that Jungkook even drinks it. But he never had any problem with any alcohol, that man can drink and eat anything.

There's nothing you can think of that could possibly help him out of his heartbreak. The only thing for you to do, is to be there for him. And if drinking a beer that tastes like piss is some kind of twisted way of helping him, you're in. So, you reach out and grab one of the unopened cans before you open it with a loud 'click', taking a gulp of it.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook sits up, staring at your scrunched nose and distaste written all over your face.

"Drinking with you." you shrug, taking another huge gulp of it. The more you drink it, the less it tastes awful.

"But you hate this beer." he reminds you, scowling at you and your nonstop gulping, hand twitching to get it away from you.

"I know," you shrug, grinning at him. "It doesn't taste that bad. Now come on," you nudge him with your leg, raising your can to him. "Cheers." you call out to him, ignoring his big doe eyes that stare at you with a slight confusion before he sighs.

"Cheers." he mutters, clicking his can against yours before the both of you take another gulp.

The two of you are completely unaware of your friends' faces that are washed with relief and knowing eyes as they stare at you and Jungkook. All it took was just to call you to save the day. Jungkook might not be in his greatest mood or show his appreciation for you to be there for him, but drinking without constant complaining and cursing is still a better result that Jimin and Taehyung managed to get.

"I've never thought I'd ever drink this much of this piss beer." you croak out, putting another empty can onto Jungkook's messy coffee table. You sit back, head falling onto his shoulder as you silently inhale his scent. It always reminded you of his fabric softener that smells like a baby, mixed with his cologne that is very faint on his clothes.

"How do you know what piss tastes like?" Jungkook asks, raising his brow at you while the corner of his lips twitches in amusement. "Do you wanna tell me about your weird kinks?" he cocks his head at you, causing you to groan as you hit his shoulder but it does nothing to him, he doesn't even budge.

A chuckle roars in the back of his throat, a first sound that can be considered as a positive emotion.

"It's not like that." you mutter, growing embarrassed at the thought of Jungkook thinking about your kinks. Not that you know about them that much. You might think there are some things you might like, but you never had anyone to try it with. How possibly could you know? But the idea of you having a piss kink, or whatever that's called, makes you want to gag. Maybe it's the beer or just a single thought of it, who knows.

Jimin and Taehyung already left, once they saw Jungkook loosening up, they took that chance to go home and leave the two of you alone. Not even once he talked about his heartbreak, you silently watched a TV show that Jungkook turned on whilst drinking a beer and munching on some crackers that Taehyung handed you before they left.

Glancing at Jungkook, his face is illuminated from the screen whilst he's watching a TV show with slightly furrowed brows. And when it finally stops, he sighs and grabs the remote to browse through some other movies and TV shows. He keeps browsing through them for a couple of minutes, muttering a pair of curses when he can't find anything he likes. You turn on the lamp in the very corner of his living room, causing him to frown even more from the sudden light.

You sit next to him, staring at him as he sighs and looks back at you. "What?" he asks unbothered, the remote still clutched in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Kook," you tell him silently, reaching for his shoulder which you squeeze in comfort, like you previously did with his ankle. "I know that you loved her."

And you see his facade crack, when he sucks his bottom lip as he quickly looks away from you to blink away the tears that are threatening to fall. You've never seen him this vulnerable.

"Love," he mutters, causing you to let out a confused 'huh?' in response. "Not loved her, but love. I still love her." he corrects you.

"Why did she break up with you? You don't have to tell me if you don't feel comfortable enough, but you guys seemed so close together."

It doesn't make any sense. Jungkook kept talking about her even through your messages, and you could practically feel the happiness radiating from his single messages. His whole Instagram is filled with their pictures, or just single shots of Kiko that Jungkook has taken and captioned with a single heart emoji. You've never seen him being so in love before. That's when you've realized that Kiko is different from any other women that Jungkook was seeing.

You don't push him into answering, the last thing you want for him is to get upset with you. But you can't keep walking around eggshells for this whole night.

"Apparently, she just wants some time for herself. She wants to explore other things, whatever the fuck that means." he bitterly chuckles, eyes filled with anger but you know it's just hidden hurt.

"Maybe you'll find someone else, Kook. You're still young."

Scoffing, he shakes his head. "She's the love of my life. I really doubt there's someone else for me. I was about to ask her to move in with me."

Shit, he's really serious about her.

"You did?"

He nods, biting onto his lower lip before he lets it go, fumbling his eyes before he sighs in defeat. "I love her." he whispers, his voice sounding so vulnerable that it makes your heart clench.

You go straight into hugging him, enveloping his huge body to yours as he starts to cry into your chest. For the first time, he finally breaks in front of someone else rather than himself. He clutches to your body, tears wetting your shirt but you don't mind it, grabbing him even tighter. He cries, something he doesn't usually do in front of everyone. You realize how he kept holding himself in front of Taehyung and Jimin when all he wanted was to cry it out.

"It's okay, you're going to be okay." you tell him, cheeks pressed against his hair that got super long since you've last seen him.

He sniffles, wiping his eyes before he slightly pulls away. "It happened two weeks ago and I'm still such a fucking mess." he scoffs at himself.

"Two weeks ago?" you exclaim, surprised by the new information. "It happened two weeks ago and I know just... now?"

He glares at you and you quickly shut your mouth. "Not everything is about you, Y/N." he reminds you.

Rolling your eyes, you're about to curse at him for being so rude but then you remember his state. He's just hurt and in a way, he's right. "No, that's not what I meant. I just... I'm surprised that you didn't tell me sooner. If it weren't for Jimin, I don't think I'd be here right now." you explain, thinking about all possibilities that could happen.

"I was going to," he mutters, reaching for a bottle of water instead as he takes a few gulps. "But I needed some time to myself. I didn't want anyone to see me like this." he points out towards his slightly puffed eyes.

You just wished he'd tell you sooner. But you don't tell him that. It's not selfish to think that, because you just wanted to be there for him sooner. Nobody should go through such a heartbreak alone. Not when he has you and other two friends willing to be there for him.

"You know that you can tell me anything, right? I'm always here for you." you remind him, flushed cheeks when you see his eyes already set on you.

The friendship between you and Jungkook is mostly surrounded with you teasing each other and in a way, he's like an older brother to you. You don't get all sentimental with each other, even though you're always there for one another. It's an unspoken rule and natural feeling that your friendship has.

"I know," he says softly, giving you the best little smile he can muster. "And I'm so grateful for that. I know I was acting like an asshole and I'm sorry, I just... I'm really happy that you're here."

You don't get to hear such words often, especially coming out of Jungkook's mouth, but that's why you're even more pleased to hear them.

You smile back at him, silently thanking him and also saying that it's okay and you get it. It's quiet for a moment. Jungkook fumbles with his fingers as you silently watch him, noticing a few new tattoos that decorate his honey skin.

"Y/N?" he asks suddenly, causing you to hum in return. " You know when you asked me, if there's something you could do for me?"

"Oh, boy. What is it this time?" you joke, causing him to silently chuckle under his breath.

What could he possibly want to know? The last time he wanted something from you, was to clean his whole apartment because he twisted his ankle. But whatever that comes out of his mouth next, never occurred to you before.

"Can you pretend to be my girlfriend?"

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 (𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝) | don't forget to reblog ♡

absolutely and utterly in love

to turn a bad thing good | jjk. I

➵ summary: jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night—and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had.

➵ pairing: ceo!jungkook x law student!f. reader

➵ genre: series, arranged marriage!au, fwb!au (?), haters to lovers!au, smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 13k

➵ warnings: swearing, loads of angsty arguing, sEXUAL tension, mentions of sexual content

➵ a/n: YAYYY it’s here!! thank you endlessly to everyone who has loved, supported, and anticipated this series ever since I announced it. i’m grateful for  your patience and hope you enjoy this first chapter. I have so much in store 🥺 pls forgive me for mistakes i did not have a beta bLEH. your feedback means the world to me <3 

chapter one: “i’ve been to someone’s tomorrow”

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“Hello! Don’t you two dare get couply with me, I’m having a mid-life crisis!” 

“Dude, you’re only 23, this isn’t a mid-life crisis, just a fucking crisis, goddammit.” 

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im going to cry. when is it my turn 😞😓

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ swearing, mention of anxiety, food mention, joke abt being delulu

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ☆ DATE NIGHT

"Close your eyes, we're getting close."

You did as Felix said, closing your eyes quickly in excitement. He hadn't told you much up to this point, and you eagerly awaited the reveal to the date. You could feel him parking the car, hearing lots of voices outside the vehicle.

So many questions and scenarios swirled in your head, but it wasn't overwhelming or anxiety inducing in the slightest. Not when it's with Lix. You only felt safe with him.

Felix emerged, quickly going over to your side to open your door. He grabs your hands, careful to help you out, and leads you closer to the noise. It was a mixture of people talking loudly, various beeping noises, and other things you couldn't quite place.

"Okay," He inhaled deeply, standing at your side, still holding one of your hands tightly. "Open them."

To say you were speechless was an understatement.

"The fair?!" You turned to him, barely containing a squeal, holding your clapsed hands up excitedly. "Lix, oh my god! I wanted to go so bad, but Kai said he was working the whole weekend so he couldn't come with. Plus in between streaming..."

You stopped talking when he put his free hand on your shoulder. He was smiling so wide, relishing in your happiness, eyes turning into crescents.

"No work talk tonight! Only fun! Not that our job isn't fun," The two of you laugh. "We are going to win so many prizes and eat so much delicious fair food and go on all the rides. See that stuffed bear?"

Over by a game booth near the middle was the bear he pointed at. It was a huge pastel pink bear with a strawberry embroidered into each of it's paws. The bear screamed Y/N.

"I'm going to win that for you." You looked back at him, his eyes softly looking at the bear, a small smile on his face. Colourful lights lit up his face, and you couldn't help but stare.

"C'mon," You tugged at his arm, breaking your eyes away forcefully. "Let's go!"

~

After what seemed like hours, you both collapsed on a bench outside the fair. Your feet were sore and your head hurt a bit from all the flashing lights, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the way your cheeks hurt because you couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop laughing, the way you felt lightheaded simply by being near the boy next to you. What mattered was the way his eyes watched you when you jumped up and down happily after winning a game, or his blissful expression after taking a bite of the overpriced fair food.

What mattered was that the two of you were together. Fake relationship or not, he made you happy. He washed all the bad thoughts away, even if only for one night.

Hugging the giant bear, you stared at Felix's profile, moonlight accentuating his features. Freckles like stardust, eyelashes fluttered closed in satisfaction. If anyone was the embodiment of pure heart, it was Lee Felix.

Something took over you and you lean over to him, lightly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He startles a bit, looking over to you shyly, a rosh blush dusting his cheeks.

"Sorry." You giggle. "You just looked so peaceful."

"Dont be sorry, I just wasn't expecting it." He fiddles with his rings, smiling at the bench between you.

"Thank you for tonight," You can't help the sudden emotion in your voice. "It was amazing."

"Oh, the night isn't over quite yet."

~

"Let me gooooo!" You laugh, hands gripping onto Felix's arms around your waist, the only thing holding you from running inside the house.

All the others were kicked out for the night, leaving just you and Felix in the spacious home. You hadn't been over in a while, but it still felt familiar. Through the window into the living room, you could just barely spot string lights.

"Did you get the package I sent?" He asked, unlocking the door.

"Yes," You turn a bit to show him your backpack. "I packed a few things for tonight, just in case, including the pajamas. Very cute, by the way!"

He smiled softly as you entered, making a beeline to the bathroom to change. You only stopped briefly to put down your bear.

In the brief moments you were gone, Felix scrambled to get changed himself. He wore pajamas matching your own, and when you saw, you couldn't help but break into the biggest grin.

"Awwww, Lixie!" You ran up to him from behind, attacking him with a hug.

When you detached, you noticed what it was he was hiding. Instead of the sofa, there was an elaborately made fort of pillows and blankets, some furniture moved around to help support it. Around it and inside were the string lights you spotted, plush blankets lining the ground. You also noticed Felix had moved your strawberry bear inside, sitting against a mountain of pillows and facing an open laptop.

Your mouth hung open. He'd done all of this... for you?

"Do..." He blushed, looking at your reaction carefully. "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" You blurted, then exhaled a laugh. "Lix, I love it. This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me on a date- especially a first date."

He watched as you jumped inside, curling up under the blankets and laying on the bears chest. Felix didn't join immediately, too enthralled by you. That is, until he noticed the grabby hands you were making at him, silently asking him to join.

He laid down next to you, closing the opening of the fort and awakening his laptop to start the movie he had planned. He had a marathon lined up of various romcoms he heard you talking about, mixed with ones you mentioned wanting to see.

Being curled up between a giant plush bear and your own personal human heater with your comfort movies in the background made you very drowsy. As if he could sense your eyes fluttering closed, Felix gently laid your head onto his chest, wrapping an arm around you.

"Goodnight, love." He whispered softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you drifted to sleep.

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THIS IS SAURRR GOOD I CANT WAIT FOR MORE 😈😈😈

Grey- mini series.

In a world where facade and authenticity collide, you unravel your oldest wounds with the one person you expected the least - Christopher Bang Chan.

Chapter i.

pairing : body guard!bang chan x heiress reader. she/her pronouns.

genre : slow burn. enemies to lovers. forbidden love. morally grey chan.

cw : depiction of a robbery. violence threat.

a.n : this was inspired by masked chan, i didn't plan on this becoming a mini series but oh well :") this is an introductory chapter so things will make more sense later. promise. hope you enjoy <3 (also very different from anything I've ever written so feedback is highly appreciated!)

Classical music, expensive wine and the most boring individuals one could imagine.

This was the summary of the luxurious party thrown in your honor by your father, the nation's most renowned jeweler. He couldn't attend, bound by some unexpected obligations, but he still organized this grand gathering to commemorate your first creation: a necklace adorned with tear-like diamonds, graced by ten exquisite blue sapphires.

Your gaze wandered through a sea of middle-aged men, clad in perfectly tailored suits in shades of blue, black and gray- colors that drew a muted painting, blending seamlessly into melancholic shades of pastel. Beside them stood stunning women, sporting lavish gowns. You could see radiant smiles on everyone's faces, but you knew it was all fake. Every gesture, every word was meticulously orchestrated to serve a hidden agenda. Everything had a selfish end goal.

You were also a skilled player in this charade. Every move of yours was choreographed as well, from the way you cradled your glass of red wine, to the way you crossed your legs. Each motion was curated to fit the unspoken codes of the elite. You were the heiress of this entire empire, after all. One with an intricate eye for the craft, as your father said. You were bound to the same rules as everyone.

The ballroom of your mansion was a spectacle of elegance, with blue flowers cascading from the ceiling like an enchanting waterfall. The entire room was cast in hues of blue, mirroring your necklace displayed within a glass case at the center of the room- a piece of art for everyone to admire.

Yet, among all this opulence, your eyes gravitated toward the lone piano tucked away in a corner. Its sleek black surface glistened under the soft glow of the chandeliers- your most prized possession. Playing the piano was your duty during these gatherings, one you did not mind at all. You enjoyed having your fingers dance upon the ebony and ivory keys, taking on a life of their own.

You always thought that life would be easier if humans resembled the keys of a piano- black or white, devoid of the middle ground grey that makes everything confusing. Your father, for instance, was absent and cold beyond belief. But he nurtured your love for the piano- that was the singular white dot in a sea of his darker complexities.

You take a sip of your drink before your eyes land on your father's right hand, and he nods subtly at you- your cue to start playing.

So you rise up from your seat, slowly, because poised people are never rushed to go somewhere. You glide across the room, your back straight, a confident smile traced on your red painted lips. Your heels click against the cobblestones and you relish in the sound they make- a rhythm of authority, causing heads to turn your way in unison. The woman of the hour.

You sit on the small leather couch in front of the piano, and then you start playing one of your favorite pieces- Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 by Chopin. You close your eyes, trying to forget where you were, and who you were with. You wished the notes echoing through the room would fill your soul, stitching the void you sported within you. You felt utterly alone in a room full of people dying to get in your good graces.

You finish playing, and people clap accordingly. Not too meekly, but not too eagerly either. The perfect middle ground. As is everything in this world. Perfect, stable and still.

You go to stand up when you notice a man leaning across the piano, his icy blue eyes fixated on you. He's young, must be around your age, and he's beautiful. Dark slicked back hair, one strand of it falling in front of his prominent eyebrows, a strong nose and plump lips. They look soft and rosy.

"Chopin, Nocture Op. 9 No. 2," he speaks, his words carrying a faint Australian accent, as if he tried his best to conceal it- and ended up failing.

"Ah, you recognize it?"

"Of course. But my personal favorite would be Prelude in E minor."

"Seems a bit melancholic for a celebration party," you smile politely and he returns it. There's an aura of confidence surrounding him, as if he was exactly where he was supposed to be. He leaned onto your piano with ease, arms crossed over his chest, his black suit framing his muscles perfectly. You've never seen this man before.

"Who are you? If I may ask."

"An associate of your father," he speaks, sending a kind smile your way.

"So you know who I am."

"Everyone here knows who you are." He states, his tone now edged with a touch of unfriendliness. An odd sensation of unease creeps over you. You suddenly felt as if he knew something you didn't, and he was enjoying holding that concealed knowledge from you.

"I've never seen you here." You raise an eyebrow at him, a hint of skepticism coloring your words, but he doesn't bristle, trailing a finger across the piano's smooth surface.

"This is my first time coming."

"Father never told me about such a young associate." You don't know what's prompting all of these questions, but something in you tells you to ask them anyways.

"You are just as young. You must be bored here, right? All alone," he gestures to all the guests surrounding you, and you narrow your eyes at him.

"I'm neither bored, nor alone. Do you play?" you interject, changing the subject. You couldn't allow yourself to become agitated, not in a room full of important people observing you.

"I do."

"Play me something." You order, sliding off your chair. He takes a quick glance at his wristwatch before smiling at you- it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Gladly."

Now it's your turn to lean across the piano as he takes your place. His fingers trail across the keys expertly, and you close your eyes, allowing the familiar melody to transport you far away- River Flows In You by Yiruma.

He was right, you felt terribly alone.

But then, the rythme accelerates, and the man's playing become more frenetic. He strikes the keys with greater force and you glance warily around the room, only to find everyone looking at him with puzzled expressions.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, voice tense. He lifts his head, a taunting smirk playing on his lips.

That's the last thing you see before sudden darkness envelopes you. The lights go off but he doesn't stop playing. It's become more eccentric, coupled with screams from the crowd surrounding you.

Something's wrong, and he's behind it.

You walk backwards, trying your best to distance yourself from him. You can hear people running, as raw panic ripples through the room. He's stomping on the keys now, as if feeding off the nervous energy from everybody around.

But then he abruptly stops, and the lights flicker back on. The man has vanished, you realize, and so did your necklace. Its only remains were the shards of the glass box left behind on the ground.

You can hear your dad's right hand barking orders at his bodyguards, but you tune him out. You are absolutely livid, you were sitting here entertaining him while he knew this would happen all along. While his associates took away the necklace you've been working on for months.

Because he can't be alone, since he never stopped playing the piano. Someone must have turned the lights off from the main generator, and atleast one other person stole the necklace. That makes up three people.

And you're all alone.

You make a beeline for the nearest exit. They can't be far, you think. You know this mansion like the back of your hands since you live here. They don't.

You pause by the entrance, your mind racing. The front door is too exposed, already secured by guards. Windows won't provide an escape route. The rooftop is too high, and there's a lengthy stretch between your residence and the parked cars.

That leaves only one possibility: the concealed exit in the library. No one knows about it, except for your father and you. They must've gotten the architectural plans of the mansion- this was too well planned to be a random robbery.

So you bolt for it, taking out your lipstick from your purse, or rather, a small dagger hiding inside the tube. Its weight in your hand reassures you, that and the knowledge that you've been taking a self-defense class since you were fourteen. You always thought your father was exaggerating when he forced you to take up these safety measures- not anymore.

You reach for the library's doorknob when a hand grabs your arm and another one clamps on top of your mouth. Your back is against someone's warm chest, pinewood cologne emitting in waves from their body. You watch helplessly as guards rush past, heading to the rooftop, unaware of your presence. You merge with the shadows perfectly, your black dress camouflaging you in the dim corridor. They can't see you, and you can't possibly scream.

You suck in a deep breath before reeling your heeled foot into the person's kneecap, forcing them to double over. You swivel around, aiming your dagger for their throat only for them to do the same.

It's a masked man, and under the dim moonlight, you can only see his cold blue eyes and strong eyebrows.

It's him- the man you were just talking to.

"What?" he challenges, tilting his head to the side and squinting his left eye threateningly at you. His tone sends shivers down your spine.

You can't kill him, you aren't a murderer, but he might be. He shouldn't know that about you.

"You play well," you manage to say and you can tell that's he smirking, from the way his eyes close a bit. "Maybe try Experience by Einaudi next time. It will fit your maniac mood better."

In response, he digs his knife further onto your throat, and you gulp involuntarily. He's so close, he can easily slice your veins and leave you there to bleed. Alone as you've always been.

You don't take your eyes off of him though. You know you can't stop him, nor his associates. But you are trying to memorize his face as best as you can, to help with a potential police sketch. That's what your father would've done in your place.

"The exit is in the library," you mutter. You needed him to go inside so you'd look at him under better lightning, to see if he had a distinctive mole or scar on his face, anything to easily recognize him with.

"I'm well aware," he says, pushing the door back with his feet. You glance around, finding two other men standing there, as expected.

One of them is wearing a blue and white leather jacket, sporting dark hair as well. His eyes are sharp, like a fox, and they narrow even more once they rest on you. The other one is wearing a black jean jacket, with red detailing. His hair is lighter and his eyes are softer around the edges, but that's all you can see. All of them are wearing masks.

"Drop the dagger," he orders, bringing you back to him and you comply reluctantly.

The metallic thud reverberates through the room, and he smiles satisfied, before pulling away his own knife. His hand goes up to trace the place where he held it, and you tense at the featherlight touch.

He swipes his thumb gently across the minor cut, before wrapping his hand around your throat. You know he can feel your wild heartbeat, but still you try your best to keep on a straight face.

He leans in, his mouth a hair breath away from the shell of your ear. "Pretty... and fierce," he whispers, squeezing your throat once lightly, as if to remind you who's in power there.

And then he drops his hand, taking a step back. A shaky exhale escapes you, one you didn't realize you were holding.

"Let's go," he finally says and the two other men go in first through the hidden door, what you assume is your necklace hiding in one of their bags. They'll be long gone before you can get downstairs. They've won.

The man in front of you walks backwards his eyes still fixated on you.

"We will catch you," you say and he only smiles, bowing down at you in grand theatrics.

"I hope my playing was to your liking, princess."

And then he's gone, and you're left standing all alone in the library. Echoes of him linger behind- his velvety voice and his hand on your throat. It will haunt you for the weeks to come.

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THIS IS SOOOO CUTE

ONE PERFECT WAVE.

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: You're back for the summer to catch some waves and a walk down the memory lane with your high school crush, Chan. (8,6k words)

Author's note: It's my first fic after a long break so pls be nice to me but also do enjoy it nevertheless:)

After skipping three summers of not coming home because of school, you finally come back to the town where you grew up.

Seeing the rolling waves, the sand slipping between your toes as you walk in your flip-flops and walk past the crowded beach of people soaking up the sun, you truly feel like coming home.

Everything is still where it is, the ice cream parlor, the hotdog stand, the diving equipment rental store, and the small cafe across the beach where you can quietly enjoy the sunset while sipping iced coffee.

There's a specific place that you can easily spot at a glance and you're glad it's still there, even though you doubt the person you sought will still be there.

You keep walking with your head turns in the direction of the surfboard workshop that also offers surfing class, looking inside to see who is behind the counter.

Your heart deflates when you see it's not the one you thought you would see, the one you see is younger with blonde streaks on his hair.

Most of your friends are already moving out of town after graduating high school, including him.

You set up your beach towel and drop your tote bag on it, hides your sandals under the towel then sit on it.

You start your routine by taking your summer dress off, applying another layer of sunblock despite you already put on a layer before leaving the house, putting your shades on, and taking out your book.

It has been a while that you read for pleasure, so you spoil yourself with some light reading that consists mostly of romance novels.

You take a break after an hour to drink water and take a look at the sea, vast as you can see. You didn't know how much you've been taking this beautiful summer view for granted back when you were younger. You blink and everything just rushes back in, memories from the past of how you always hung out here after school just to have a popsicle or read a book while the rest came here to smoke and drink cold beers.

Your trip down memory lane got interrupted by a ruckus from behind you, which got you turning your head around to see a group of boys carrying their surfboards under their arms, making their way to the beach.

Someone is coming after them from behind and for a second you can't believe your eyes, it's him.

His cute face, pale skin, and slim body are replaced with masculine jaws, tan skin, and muscles, a lot of muscles! The changes are so drastic like he changes into a whole new person.

Someone in front of him tells him a joke and he laughs in response, almost tripping over his surfboard, then there it is, the only way to confirm that it's him: his dimples.

You open your mouth to call him but you doubt he can hear you when they're talking out loud and walking further away from you at the same time.

You laugh at yourself, how you were so sure of yourself that he would still remember you, and decide to continue reading.

When the sun is slowly sinking into the horizon like the sea is swallowing it, you decide it's time to tidy up and take a stroll along the beach for the sunset, but before that, you stop by the ice cream parlor, instead of ordering ice cream on cones like anyone else, you opt for the popsicles.

To be honest, you'll choose popsicle over ice cream on any day.

You slide open the freezer and pick your favorite flavor.

"Cherry isn't it?" Someone says, handing you the popsicle with the flavor you're looking for.

You glance up to see him, Chan, and just like that, he stands right in front of you with a glistening wet body and drops of water dripping from his swimming trunks onto the floorboard.

"Yes."

"Can I have one too?" He asks, looking at you with the friendly eyes he always has on you.

You only got to look at him for a few seconds earlier that you missed a few things that changed in him, it's the broad shoulders and the lip piercing that accentuate his full, plump lips.

You look away before it gets weird, "Yes, sure!"

"Hmm..." he brushes his wet curls to the back while rummaging inside the freezer to find one he wants.

"I'll take lemon-lime," he finally decides after a moment.

You get to the cashier to pay and queue behind a couple who pay for their ice creams.

"I haven't seen you in ages," he says, tearing the wrapper of the popsicles with his teeth.

"Yeah, I got so busy with college and I haven't had a proper summer break until now," you explain, pulling out your wallet.

"I guess you're still teaching the surfing class?"

He bites into his popsicle, "yes," he answers, "come and hang out at the shop. You're still welcomed!" his elbow nudges yours as he speaks.

"Maybe I will," you say but keep your enthusiasm under the radar.

"Maybe we can surf together too. You still know how to surf, right?"

You stifle a laugh, "Actually no, I don't think I remember how."

The last time you were standing on a surfboard was three or four years ago, after that, it's just stress from college.

He opens both of his arms, "well, I am more than eager to teach you," he says.

His friend calls out for him from the beach, "come on, the swell is decent!"

Chan gives him a thumbs up to let him know he heard him.

"Come to my class tomorrow, I'll be teaching at 2 pm, and don't worry, it's on me," he says to you and finishes his popsicle in one large bite, a chunk slides down the stick. then onto his chin and chest.

You instantly look down at his skin which must be hot from being under the sun for hours that the blob of a popsicle melting down his pec.

"See you tomorrow then?"

"Sure, yeah, I'd love to," you stutter, as much as you like seeing him, all you want to do is disappear because of how much you make a fool out of yourself in front of him.

"Okay, cool, see you!" He says, flashing you his dimpled smile and eyes that look even friendlier, welcoming.

He climbs down the steps and stops to look back at you, "Thank you for the popsicle!" He says, biting the popsicle stick between his teeth as he makes a run back to the beach.

By the time you open your popsicle, it's already melting and the juice dripping down your hand.

Then again, it's not summer without the heat.

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It's a perfect day to surf.

The surface of the water is nice and smooth, it's what people referred to as glassy. There is some spray coming off the top of the lip, which means there is a light offshore wind. The wave is breaking in one direction, not folding over in different places along its length.

It's only as tall as 1 to 2 foot that makes it ideal for beginner surfers but for an advanced surfer like Chan, he'll look for a larger, faster, more powerful, preferably hollow a-frame.

Chan is waiting for everyone to gather for the class by coating his surfboard with a sex wax to provide more grip on his board.

You come fifteen minutes early yet most of everyone is already here, mostly attended by girls, if not the same age, younger than you. It's so obvious that they're here not to learn to surf but to ogle at him, his hand drawing a pattern on the board with the bar of wax making his biceps flexing, you don't know if he's aware of it but he's pretty much-giving everyone what they came here for.

You take the last row with two giggling teenagers whispering to each other, you can hear glimpses of their conversation and catches his name once or twice.

You try not to be nosy and busy yourself by making sure you zipped up your wetsuit top shut, you paired it up with your bikini bottom in black color.

"You came!" He says as he spots you sitting on your board in the back row while dragging his waxed surfboard and planting it in the sand.

"Yeah," you quickly think of something to say to follow it, "it seems like a nice day to surf!" You continue, shielding your eyes with your hand as you look up at him.

"Indeed, yeah," he says, "it's going to get higher as the day goes."

He takes a step to the side, blocking the sun from you with his body, "I forgot to tell you it's a beginner class!"

"I really am a beginner," you casually tell him.

He scoffs, "come on, you already know how to paddle and everything," he says, his tongue slightly sticking out from the corner of his mouth.

"I assure you I have forgotten everything!" You insist.

He shrugs, doesn't believe any of your words, "we'll see!" He says with a charming smile.

The teen girls sitting next to you are whispering again, throwing side eyes at you but you stay unbothered by it.

Chan starts the class with a warm-up and informs some basic surfing rules such as the person who is closest to where the wave breaks or deeper has the right of way because generally, one person surfs a wave and the most important rule is to always hold on to your board.

It takes back to years ago when you were in middle school, and learned surfing for the first time from the owner of the surfboard workshop where Chan worked in. Chan was already good back then, he was riding the wave when you joined the beginner class.

When everyone is set and ready, Chan leads everyone to the beach, it takes a long time because everyone is taking a turn and Chan makes sure that they get a wave and ride one.

There are twelve people and it takes 15 to 20 minutes for each turn, you don't know how he does it but he doesn't seem tired at all.

You come forward with your surfboard and he smiles at you, "I don't have to tell you," he says.

Brushing his drenched hair to the back and licking his salty, pierced lips, making it wetter than it already is, "you know what to do!"

You get on your board, "but you still have to put in some effort, you're working Chan!" You joke.

He laughs and pushes the end of your board farther, he lets you catch your wave. You see a wave coming, and at the right proximity, you hurriedly turn the board toward the shore, lay down, and start paddling.

When the wave starts to draw on your tail and lift the back of your board as it rolls under you, after a while, you feel a burst of speed and momentum, signaling you that it's the right time to stand up.

When you pop up, you calmly look ahead and fully commit because 'hesitation creates instability', that's what you remember the most from your first surfing class years ago.

You replay Chan's instructions he gave you earlier, keeping your knees bent, putting a little more weight on your back foot then holding your arms out to your sides to balance, and.... you're surfing.

You're riding the wave, it's a small one but still, it feels pretty good.

You see Chan is already waiting for you, clapping his hands in pride as you come toward him, his smile is so sweet, so infectious and you feel stupid for foolishly smiling back at him on your board.

You forget that distraction also creates instability, but you learn the hard way by falling down your board.

What's even more embarrassing is Chan getting you out of the water.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

You nod but you're coughing up seawater you accidentally swallowed when you fell into the water.

He gently taps your back to help you cough up some more water, "I'm going to get you a bottle of water."

You sit on the board when Chan returns with a bottle of water and open it for you.

"Thank you!" You say and gulp it until you drank half of the content.

"You might want to get back to your class!" You say with a sheepish smile, it's enough embarrassment to see everyone seeing you fall and he takes care of you after.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," you say, "I'm drinking more water but intentionally this time," you joke and regret it the second it's out of your mouth.

He laughs and squeezes your shoulder, "I'll be right back," he says then leaves to finish the 20 minutes left in his class.

After everyone is out of the water, he gathers his class back and you reluctantly join in the back with the side-eyed teens silently laughing at you.

You dig your feet into the sand although you're hoping you can dig a hole to bury yourself in it right at that very moment.

"You can return the boards to the workshop and get your belongings," Chan says to end his class, "thank you for joining my class, and hope you guys keep on surfing, have fun!"

A round of applause is given to him before they leave with their boards while a few people stay to talk with him, or probably ask for his numbers.

You take your board with you and take a deep breath to return it to the workshop.

But then Chan calls your name and you turn around in your heels, "can you wait for me?" He asks.

"Yeah, sure," you say and plop back down sitting on the sand, planting the surfboard to shield you from the sun.

You watch as Chan patiently talks to three girls at once and keeps his smile on, he must be so used to this, getting asked at the end of his class and he had done so many classes already.

You shift your attention elsewhere and watch some surfers going further into the sea to catch bigger waves, from where you're sitting, they look like tiny dots that you can only see from their colorful swimming trunks and wetsuits.

"Sorry, it takes a longer time than I expected," he says as he plops down next to you on the sand.

"No worries," you say with a smile.

He doesn't say anything but sits there with you with his hands prop behind him. He called for you so you thought he must have something to say to you.

"Actually, can we wait a little longer?" He asks again.

His unreadable intention confuses you because if he has something to you, he can just say it.

"Why?"

"The waves will get to 3 or 4 ft in a few minutes," he answers, taking your half-finished bottle of water and doesn't hesitate to drink it.

You tip your head to the side and give him a puzzled expression.

"Let's surf together!" He says with a bright smile.

Your mouth hangs open but no words come out of it, "but..."

You wiggle your toes in the sand, "you know I suck at it," you shyly admit.

He gives you a disagrees frown, "it's clear that you're way past beginner class," he says.

"You're good!"

You snort and hug your knees, "it's muscle memory, pfft... not me!"

"Definitely not as good as me, but you're good!" He says again, nudging your shoulder with his.

"I'm going to get you a wave you deserve," he says with determination.

That somehow sparks the excitement with you, apart from falling off your board, you did enjoy it, riding the wave and feeling like flying on your board, there's nothing like it.

"Should we wait with a popsicle then?" You offer.

"It's on me!"

"Great idea!" He exclaims with so much enthusiasm.

You get up and ask, "Lemon-lime?"

"Why don't you surprise me?" He dares you with a sly smile.

You both sitting on your boards waiting for the wave to come toward you, your hands gripping the edge to save you from the embarrassment of falling off your board again as the waves get stronger toward the end of the day.

"This one is too high, don't take it!" He shouts at you, you can see his blue-tinted tongue from the blueberry popsicle you bought him.

"Why don't you take it?" You shout back.

He points at himself, "me?"

You nod.

"You want me to take it?"

You nod again, "yeah."

He shrugs nonchalantly like it was no big deal for him, "okay."

An advanced surfer with years of experience like Chan knows the waves so well, he knows how to calculate his moves to sync them well with the waves.

You dive under the wave as it rolls towards you and once you got out of the water, turning your head to see Chan riding the wave just like you told him to, doing it so well it feels as if he's walking on water.

You wait until he's paddling back to you and sitting back on his board a foot away from you.

"Not bad!" You playfully comment with a laugh.

"Oh, thanks!" He says back, running his hands over his face and putting away the hair stuck to his face.

But it seems like you wouldn't get your chance to surf, the waves are either too small or too big and taking one would only drain your energy.

The sun is almost out with the sky painted with fiery orange bursts, you feel a little disappointed but there's still tomorrow.

"Let's just get back!" You say to him.

He grabs the nose of your board, "no, stay!" He insists.

"We can do it another time, Chan!" You tell him, it's not a big loss, after all, you get to spend time with him after years of not seeing him.

"Wait it out with me for a little longer, please?" He pleads with the sunset reflected in his eyes.

He lets go of your board and holds your knee, gently squeezing it, "it will be here soon, I can feel it!" He says.

And how can you break this man's belief? He can't order the sea around with the touch of his fingertips but you admire his determination to fulfill his promise to you.

"Okay, let's wait a little bit more," you say to him.

Just like the universe hears his plea, a wave rolls toward you, and Chan can tell it's the perfect one.

"This is it, the one!" He shouts at you, signaling you to prepare yourself.

It's so big, you are sure it's going to swallow you whole.

"Go! Go now!" He shouts so loud as if to remind you there's no time to hesitate.

You start laying on your board and turning around, you're not as good as Chan, you still have to watch for the wave through your peripheral visions.

When you feel that kick, you start paddling and keeping the same pace with the wave. You hear Chan shouting something at you but you can't hear him clearly against the rush of the sea.

You don't want to waste the wave you've been waiting to come almost for hours, probably the last one you will have today before the day ends.

You use your instinct to choose the right time to pop up, feel the wave rolling under you and do it, standing on the board in one swift move. You keep yourself steady, holding your arms out to balance, and let the wave takes you ashore.

The rush that comes from it, it never feels this good to fall into the water knowing that you conquered it.

When Chan pulls you out of the water, you laugh at him as he hoists you by your elbows and holds you close to him, letting his body as something for you to hold on to.

"Why are you laughing?" He asks while laughing along with you.

"Because it feels so good!" You naively answer him with a stupid grin on your face.

You both shower under the same showerhead just right outside the workshop, washing off the seawater and sand on your body.

He keeps smiling at the way you can't stop grinning, "you like it that much?" He asks.

"Like it?" You ask him back.

"I love it!"

He laughs again as he is looking at you, notices something, and put his hand on your hair, brushing it between his fingers, "you got sand in your hair!"

Then it hits, that you're showering with him under the same showerhead and you're in your bikini while he's only in his swim trunks, your eyes following the streams of water going down his body and eventually meet the waistband of his trunks that hangs low around his hips.

And his hand is slipping through your hair to wash the sand away, then gently put your hair down your shoulder.

"I'm going to go and get changed!" You say, turning to the workshop where you keep your bag and where you can change your clothes.

Once you got out of the changing room, Chan is already changed as well and is getting himself a glass of water from the water dispenser.

"Hey, I was thinking if we can get dinner together? I'll treat you of course!" You blurt out before you change your mind and swallow your pride down your throat.

Chan chooses to drink his glass of water first then answers, "I have a better offer!" He says, one eyebrow slightly raises at you.

"We'll have dinner and none of us has to pay," he says.

You got interested in his offer.

"My friends and I are having a barbecue on the beach, I was thinking of taking you with me," he adds.

"Oh?" That makes you instantly regret only putting a chapstick over your lips, you could have put on a little blush or mascara, or a few sprays of perfume.

"Then I'll go home and be back later for—"

"Why?" He cuts you off.

"I don't think I'm..." you only dressed in a white cotton dress and with a set of bikini underneath because you never know if you needed an extra one. In conclusion, it's not suitable for a party.

"You look nice!" He convinces you.

"You might get cold but I have just the thing for that," he says, going behind the counter to take a black hooded sweater.

"It's mine and I think it got washed like.... two days ago?" he says with a grimace.

You take it from him and put it on without questions, showing him that you don't mind wearing it. The sleeves are too long and engulf your whole arms you have to roll them up to your elbow.

"Is it okay that I crash the party?"

He groans as he makes sure he locked the workshop doors properly by trying to push them open and checks if he misses anything.

"I invited you," he corrects you.

You start walking together with the day already turned night, the bright sun replaces by the crescent moon that shines and the sea reflected its light on the surface of the water, blinking at you.

"Give me your bag," he says, holding out his hand at you.

You take your bag off your shoulder and hand it to him, "where are we going to keep it?"

"In my trailer," he answers.

"Trailer?"

He glances at you for a second.

"You live in a trailer?" You ask.

"Is that surprising?" He asks as he pulls you by the hand in a direction.

"Not at all!" You respond almost immediately, "I think that's just something you would do!"

"Yeah?"

"So you can wake up and go surfing," you continue.

He gives an impressed smile and shows you a trailer parked between the palm trees that you guess is where he's been living, he used to live in a house a few blocks from yours that's why it surprises you to know he lives in a trailer now.

You hand him your bag, "We'll just put this inside," he says.

He unlocks the door and gets inside with your bag while you wait outside.

He comes back in under a minute, "you can have a tour of my beautiful mansion later," he playfully remarks while turning the keys to lock his trailer.

There's a bonfire going, you can easily spot it at a distance away from the amber blaze. He introduces you to his friends which you recognize are the ones he was with yesterday and a few of them come with their partners, huddling around the bonfire while the rest is taking care of the food.

"I'll get us food," he says, "you like seafood right?"

"Yeah."

"Allergies?"

"No, I hope not," you answer with a chuckle.

"I'll be back!"

His friend who is sitting next to you handing you a can of beer from the cooler, "Thanks!" You beam.

"If you're Chris' friend, how come I've just seen you now?" He asks as he sips his beer can.

"I've been friends with him since middle school. I grew up here then moved out for college," you give him the short explanation

"Oh, I get it," he says then clinks his can with you, "do you surf too?"

"Yes, but I'm not that good!"

"Lies!" Chan butts into the conversation with plates of food in both hands, making his way to sit next to you on the picnic blanket.

"She's really, really good!" He continues and hands one of the plates to you.

"Thanks!" You beam at Chan and turns your head at his friend, "he's exaggerating!"

He holds his hands up in defeat, "I take this as a cue to let you guys eat!" He says and turns the other way.

You take a can of beer from the cooler for Chan and give it to him.

"You should stop belittling your surfing skill," he scolds you.

You laugh because he does sound like the man who taught him to surf, "I really am not that great. The wave was so big, I was so scared you know?"

"But you did it! You overcome it!" He says with so much passion.

"Okay, okay, I got it! I'm a great surfer!" You say to him along with a subtle eye-roll.

"That's my girl!" He beams with a bright smile on his face, so unaware of what his words do to you.

Spending the whole afternoon surfing making you famished that Chan brought food for the second time for both of you and you got suspicious that the cooler is bottomless, the cans of beer don't seem to reduce in numbers despite you being on your third can and Chan is on his fourth.

When your stomach is full, you sit back on the picnic blanket with your sandals off, feeling so contented from a day well-spent.

You catch up on each other's life and talk about the old times while sharing the last can of beer from the cooler.

"I only met a few people from our school," he says and handing the can to you, "everyone is moving out of town just like you."

It really is, you can count with your fingers how many people from your old school are still staying in this town, now that you're back it got you wondering why you didn't come home for the last three years until now.

"If only you told me you were staying, I probably would have stayed too," you say, maybe the alcohol loosening the screws that keeps you tight the whole time.

He bumps your shoulder with him, "it's not too late, my trailer can fit one more person," he says with a flirty smile, he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

It gets you flustered and you touch your cheeks, they're warm, either from the alcohol or the bonfire, or it's simply Chan who can't stop staring at you.

"Stop staring at me!" You close your eyes with your hand.

He puts it away but not letting go of the hand, "You're so beautiful," he says, his face leaning in close.

He holds your hand with his thumb making lazy circles on the inside of your palm, "always have been and will always be beautiful to me."

You laugh and look over his shoulder, trying so hard not to stare back into his eyes and drown in them.

"Want to know something?" He asks.

"Mmh?"

"I had a crush on you back in middle school," he honestly admits with no hints of embarrassment in his eyes, he looks so proud of himself for years-late confession.

You tip your head to the side and dare to look into his eyes, "what about now?"

It's the alcohol, you're a hundred percent sure that you get this blunt under the influence of alcohol.

Chan's mouth forms a thin line as he is thinking, "Now?"

You nod.

He leans in closer with your noses almost meeting in the middle, "I want to kiss you now," he says while giggling.

You giggle along with him, "now?"

He nods then brings his mouth close to your ear to whisper, "I really, really, really want to kiss you now," his breath is tickling your ear, making you unable to keep your eyes open as if he just cast a spell on you.

"Can I cut to the chase?" You ask back.

"Of course!"

You scoot closer to his side and slip your fingers between the spaces of his, "I really, really, really... really want to kiss you too!"

It's the alcohol and his sweet tinted breath, dimpled smile, the lip piercing, it's his hypnotizing eyes... it's the...

As if he just received the green light, he puts his free hand on the nape of your neck to finally put his lips on yours, warm and soft, then there the cold metal of his lip piercing glides over your lips, sending a tingling sensation all over you.

With his hand angles your head slightly to the side, allowing him access to deepen the kiss, taking your lips in his and brushing them over and over.

All of sudden, everything else blurs into the background and all you focus on is how he feels and tastes, intoxicating kisses that take your breath away.

If only you didn't need to breathe, you wouldn't pull away and stop kissing him.

He tenderly kisses your cheek then drags his lips to your ear, "should we get out of here?"

No one seems to mind the two of you making out but having a little privacy would be nice, so you nod.

He helps you get up by offering his hand which you take without any sort of hesitancy.

"Race you to the trailer?" You say to him then break into a run, steal a few seconds of a head start, leaving him behind you.

Although it's hard to run on the sand in sandals, you keep running without looking back.

"I'm going to get you!" He taunts you from behind.

You squeal in slight fear, but excitement fills you up to the brim, your lungs burn for oxygen as you force your body to keep pushing its limits.

Chan catches you from the back, "Got you!" He exclaims, grabbing you and carrying you by the waist while you're laughing until he puts you down by the door of his trailer.

One hand keeps holding yours as the other unlocks the trailer door, once the door clicked open, he looks over his shoulder at you, then says, "Come on!"

You follow him, climbing the steps to get inside his trailer, the place he's been living in, and you kind of expecting the usual mess of a man's bedroom but you see nothing but an understandable kind of mess where he forgot to clean up after eating.

"There's the kitchen," he points to the little kitchen of few cabinets and a counter with a small stove.

"The dining table but I do pretty much everything there," he then proceeds to gather the dirty bowl and glass then put them away.

Chan leads you to the other end of the trailer to where his bedroom is, his bed is small and neatly made, and his things must be stored inside the drawers under it. Again, his tidiness impressed you.

"It's a little dark in here, let me just..." his hand gropes around the wall for the light switch.

"Or maybe," you turn around to face him, "we should keep the lights off?"

You're pretty sure you are sober enough to say that and can't blame the alcohol anymore, but did you regret it?

And he's walking towards you with determined eyes, unwavering, a little too provoking.

"Then we'll keep the lights off," he speaks so low it's almost like a whisper.

He takes your hands and lets his hands trail up your arms, only stopping to softly squeeze on your shoulders then he goes to hold your face with both hands.

Even in the dark, you can see the crinkles, the same ones he has in his eyes whenever he looks at you.

He looks deeply into your eyes, "I'm so glad we met again," he says.

You smile hearing the same words you're about to say to him too, "me too."

He leans in and kisses you, softly then all at once. Your hands are on him and his hands are on you, seeking touches all over.

He lifts the hem of your dress along with the hoodie you're wearing until they're off of you, revealing your body in the white bikini you wear underneath.

Before you get flustered, you take your turn and reach for the front of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head while he raises his arms for you.

Gosh, you had seen his upper body the whole day but the sight of it never ceases to amaze you.

It's like he sees right through your head, he takes your hands and kisses one of your palms before putting them on his chest, letting you touch him however you want.

He's so warm like his skin absorbed all the heat from the day and smooth, your fingers trail the outline of his muscles like following a path on a treasure map as it goes lower and lower.

Your eyes flick back to him and smile, "puberty happened, huh?" You joked.

He sweetly chuckles, slipping his hands under and around you, kissing the side of your face to finally land his mouth back on yours again.

"Bed?" He asks between kisses.

You nod.

He takes your hand and leads you even though the bed is only a step away, "be careful the ceiling is low," he warns.

You climb onto the bed while slightly stooping with the help of Chan, then sit in the middle of the bed with him.

"I hope you're not claustrophobic," he half-heartedly remarks.

You scoff, "it's not that small," you tell him, pulling him by the chin to kiss him again.

Slowly, you both lay down on the bed next to each other with hands seeking to touch each other's skin, never enough.

His bed smells just like him of sunshine and sea breeze, of summer days and seawater, it's so warm and comfortable.

Chan's hand skillfully unties your bikini top without looking as he's busy kissing you and having you pinned under him, he then uses his knuckles to feel your bare chest, your nipple between his fingers, and gently pinches it.

You softly gasp into his mouth as he keeps kissing you.

That doesn't stop him from doing the same deed to the other one, he smirks this time in reaction to your gasp.

"I like this," he murmurs against your lips as he slips his fingers under the waistband of your bikini bottom.

"Mmh?" You ask with an eyebrow raised.

"Off of you," he continues and drags his lips down to your chest.

From there, he begins making a long trail of kisses, then stops right on your navel. Hooking his fingers on the side of your bikini, he smoothly pulls it down your legs and kneels on the floor facing the bed.

Your chest heaving and your breathing become heavy as you look down to see his head is between your legs, dragging his plush lips down your inner thigh, closer to your heating core.

There's only an inch left but he stops and retracts his mouth to place kisses on your other inner thigh, doing almost the same thing only softer and wetter.

A soft, delightful hum can be heard from him the second his mouth lands on your cunt, you grip the end of the pillow as the urge to keep shutting your legs together gets harder to resist.

He knows how to use his mouth to please you, he dives deeper and puts your legs around his neck, crossing it by ankle on his wide back.

He lifts his mouth for a second to look at you, smiling with his mouth and chin glistening wet with your essence. The lip piercing tightened around his lower lips, puckering red as all the blood rushes there.

"I'm going to take my time if you don't mind," he says with a sly smile, an unapologetic sly smile.

"Okay," you don't know why you still manage to answer him when your head is clouded with immense pleasure.

Chan adds his fingers to the mix, his tongue twirling around your clit while pumping his fingers in and out of you.

The sounds of the crashing waves sound distant and all you can hear is the sound of your breathless moans and his mouth lapping at your wetness.

Chan's arm curves under your thigh and rest his hand flat on your abdomen as if signaling you to stay still as you keep arching your back at him.

The knot inside you tightens and your hand automatically reaches for him, grabs his forearm, and claws at it.

He doesn't seem to mind even though you are sure you're making crescent marks on his skin, he grabs your hand instead and intertwines it with his.

He lands a few licks down your slit repeatedly without stopping the pumping of his fingers, he sticks his tongue out and teases your clit.

Your moans grow louder in the dark of his room and you grip tighter on his forearm, you can't hold it in anymore so you let everything go, all at once.

Chan's head almost clamped between your legs before he hold it open with his hands, rubbing them up and down your thighs watching you climax with an intense stare.

It feels like you are floating in the air for a moment with your head filled with nothing but euphoric feelings.

Chan crawls over you and rests his head on your stomach, tenderly kissing your sternum.

"You good?" He asks.

You breathlessly chuckle and answer, "too good."

He chuckles back and hovers above you, this time you don't wait for him to lean in first, you bring his face close and kiss him.

His plump lips, the lip piercing, the taste of your essence, it's so arousing that your legs wrapped around him immediately, wanting to take it further.

He seems to get the signal and slowly pulls away from the kiss, "I'll get us a condom," he says.

He gets up and goes to open a drawer on the end of the bed while you wait on the bed and remove your bikini top that still hangs around your shoulder.

"Do you need help with that?" You ask from behind him.

He turns his head at you, "it's alright," he says, climbing onto the bed next to you.

"Want to make sure?" He offers with a sly smirk.

You shake your head with a flustered smile, it's no use to being ashamed of looking at his package when he just went down on you.

He puts a hand around you and kisses your neck, "want to take it from the top?"

This will be the first time you take the lead but at the same time, you want to return the favor to him. You stifle a nod.

"Come here," he takes your hands to lead you onto his lap.

He puts your hands on his shoulders next and places one hand on your waist, he looks up at you as he holds his member in his hand, and aligns it at your entrance.

"Be careful with your head," he warns you again as there are mere inches between the top of your head and the ceiling.

You nod but all you're seeing is the curl of his eyelashes resting along his eyelids, how beautiful he looks up close.

Slowly, you're lowering yourself down his length with his hand guiding you by your waist as you see his eyes fluttering open and close as you take him little by little.

You amaze yourself with how well you take him, giving him just that delicious stretch that got him whimpering under his breath, teeth faintly biting his lower lip.

You let out a low gasp once he fully sheathed in your warm walls, his eyes closed like he was trying to gather his senses that is lost due to the pleasure flooding him from the inside.

His curls feel soft between your fingers and you kiss his open mouth as if to knock some senses into him, "hey, you good?"

He grins with his eyes closed and finally moves his hands, placing them on your thighs to start kneading on them.

"Too good," he mutters his answer.

You chuckle in response and kiss him again, taking a little time to sync to each other's breathing and well for you, adjusting yourself to his size.

As time goes on, you start to slowly grind on him, moving your hips, just enough to feel his whole length inside you, just enough to make you moan in pleasure.

Chan firmly grips you by the waist, he's just as overwhelmed that he keeps on muttering, "oh, too good, too good."

He lays back on the bed but keeps his hands on you, traveling around your body, fondling your breasts or just squeezing your flesh, feeling you all over while his eyes feast on the sight of it.

Sex has always been just another physical activity that you just wanted to get done with, but tonight feels exceptional, you thoroughly enjoy doing it, rolling your hips and pleasing him, listening to his soft grunts and looking into his wide lustful eyes.

Getting comfortable, you put your hands on his thighs and start bouncing on him with your arching back, presenting him with a clear view of his cock going in and out of you.

Profanities spilling out of his mouth, somehow make you even more confident with what you're doing, adding a little more speed.

You're enjoying yourself that you tilt your head up and closed your eyes, moving like motions of the ocean and you're surfing on him.

He's just the one, perfect wave.

Then you bang your head on the ceiling a little too hard that you abruptly stop moving. You hold your head and look down, closing your eyes because the whole thing is just embarrassing.

Chan gets up, coming to the rescue with a hand holding your head, "are you okay?" He asks with concern.

You got quiet and keep looking down instead, "that's so embarrassing," you whine.

Chan softly laughs and takes your hands away from covering your face, he kisses your neck up until his lips met yours again in a gentle kiss.

"I think that's cute," he says to you while searching for your eyes to make you look back into his eyes.

You decide to laugh it off and put your hands around his neck, as he does the same, putting a hand on your lower back while the other fisting your hair to hold it to the side.

He kisses you harder and harder that you start to get dizzy from running out of oxygen.

"Should we switch?" He asks.

You want to continue so much but the little incident put you off, it's wise that you agree to switch with him.

"Okay."

He kisses your jaw before holding your body close and seamlessly turning you over, having you under him on the bed without pulling out.

He looks at you with a slow caress on your cheek, he holds your arm by the elbow to kiss down your inner arm and continues the trail of kisses across your chest.

"Let's take it slow, mmh?" He says to you with a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I'd love that," you say with a smile.

He kisses the column of your throat before starts moving, thrusting slowly into you and building a steady pace.

Chan likes to take his time and it grows on you, how you decide not to fuss about how long it would take you to make him cum when enjoying each other should come first.

Chan with his attentive, gentle touches makes you feel admired and comforted at the same time.

Everything just feels so natural with him, there's no need to fake everything and just be.

It's just you and him, making love on his small bed with the sounds of the waves lapping the seashore.

It's just you and him, looking into each other's eyes and being one.

When he finally cum, he lets out the most beautiful moan you ever heard out of him, hoarse and raw, his whole body pressing on you as he collapses on top of you.

You embrace him into your arms.

His lips find yours again for a haste yet endearing kiss.

"Have I told you that I'm so happy to see you again?" He asks once he broke the kiss.

You smile at his question and give him the same answer, "me too."

-

Chan returns to bed while you're sleeping on your side while looking through the window where the stars are visible in the night sky.

"Are you awake?" He asks.

You slightly turn your head at him, showing him that your eyes are still open.

He puts his hands around you, offering his arm as a pillow for you and clinging to you, his leg tangled with yours under the cover.

He places a long kiss on your bare shoulder, "I used to think that my bed is so small," he says.

You put your hand on his forearm, trailing your finger on his prominent veins.

"With you here, it feels..."

You look at him with anticipation.

"a lot smaller," he finishes, then draws your body closer to him leaving no gap between your bodies.

You giggle at him for trying to tickle you with his kisses on your neck.

His hold is firm but comfortable, he drags his fingertips around and makes lazy circles on your skin, "are you staying the whole summer?" He suddenly asks with his lips grazing the skin on your back shoulder as he speaks.

You don't plan your summer but that sounds like the only way to truly spend it, especially now that you have a reason to stay longer.

"Yes," you finally answer.

He doesn't say anything else but you can feel his smile against your skin.

You doze off for a few hours and wake up to Chan shifting on the bed next to you, outstretched his hand to pull the curtain to the side and see the crack of dawn.

But Chan is not looking at the sky, he's looking at the waves, early morning is the best time to surf when there's swell in the water.

"It's a high tide," you say.

He looks at you and smiles, "want to surf?"

You both scramble into the small space of his trailer and put on your bikini, bumping shoulders with Chan as he puts on his swimming trunk, laughing it when you both finally out of the trailer.

After doing a few minutes of warming up, Chan made a quick run to the workshop to borrow a surfboard for you and once you both got your surfboards, he leads you to the beach.

You slowly paddle while lying facedown on your board, your hands wading through the cool seawater.

Stopping when you're far enough from the seashore, there's nothing ahead of you but miles and miles of sea and the morning sky with the sun peeking from under the horizon. You hear nothing but the water splashing and the sound of the wave under you, looking at Chan with a smile on your face.

"Want to take this?" He asks you as a roll of 5 feet waves comes towards you.

"You take it," you say.

You're barely awake yet and need more time to prepare yourself to surf.

He nods, "I'll be back soon."

He excuses himself as he starts catching the wave while you're doing the opposite, diving under the wave to get out of Chan's way.

You gasp as you break out of the water's surface, the water taste salty in your mouth and you look over your shoulder to see Chan riding the wave flawlessly.

There's no need to worry about him for what he does best, you look straight ahead at the burst of golden rays against the bruising violet sky.

For a moment, you feel like you're on your own but you're not lonely, it feels as if you're alone in your own bedroom but instead of the boring white ceiling, you get the vast blue sky.

You decide to sit on your board with your legs on each side of the board, facing the rising sun.

It's so quiet and nice, not long after, you hear the splashing from behind you, and you look around to see Chan coming your way.

He stops right next to you, also sitting on his board, and brushes his wet hair to the back then wipes his face from the water.

"What did you think?" He asks, putting his hand on your waist to draw him close to you.

"Too good!" You reply with a playful smile.

He smiles back, maybe he gets the same flashbacks from hearing those words from you. Suddenly, jumps onto your board, almost knocking you out of your board. He manages to sit behind you, sharing the space on the board with you.

He puts his hands around you with his chin on your shoulder, watching the sun rises together.

"I want to live my day like this every day," he says.

You turn your head to the side to meet his eyes, "yeah?"

He nods repeatedly, "with you."

Your heart flutters at such simple words, but knowing your presence adds something that significance means a lot to you. That means you're not just welcomed but also wanted.

Drops of water dripping from the tip of his nose onto your face while you stare into each other's eyes.

"Let's live like this every day, yeah?" he says with a hint of pleading in his voice.

Everyday? That doesn't sound like it has a limit, every day sounds infinite and you like it.

"Yes," you confidently answer.

He brightly smiles like the sun rises on his face instead of on the sky, he slowly leans in and places a chaste kiss on your lips. He tastes of sunlight and seawater and you can only hope that the summer is an eternal one.

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Falling for Hyunjin pt. 1

Featuring: Hyunjin x f!reader, skz x f!reader

Themes: fluff, angst, idol au

Warnings: hate is mentioned, y/n takes criticism very personally, food is mentioned, underlying problems are mentioned 

w/c: 4.6

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This is what falling in love with Hyunjin felt like. And this is how it happened.

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⪩.⪨ — KITTY LOVE! ҂ lee minho oneshot

SYNOPSIS! there's this craze about puppy love that everyone seems to enjoy. however, you find that you don't quite get what the fuss is all about. you are way more interested in your cat-like neighbour who seems cold and kind of annoying. the boy who acts like everyone's existence burdens him to no end but quietly takes care of the elderly lady on your block, helps children back to their feet when they fall, and holds the elevator door so it doesn't close on you.

PAIRING! lee minho x fem!reader

GENRES! boy next door au, strangers to (very brief and one-sided) enemies to lovers, fluff, some angst, minho is a tease but he can get away with it bc he's cute.

WARNINGS! swearing, brief mentions of reader being a bit insecure about dating, suggestive themes but no smut, minho turns eggs into an innuendo, i think i got the gender of minho's cats right??? but i could be wrong, so sry about that if that's the case fkfjskshsj. please do tell me if i missed any!

WORD COUNT! 11k

A.N! if you see me reposting this bc it didn't show up in the tags when i first posted it and as the attention whore that i am i can't have that no you didn't :_) as always, english is not my first language so i apologise if there are any mistakes! i hope you enjoy it!

“and when are you going to get a boyfriend, dear?”

you sigh in an attempt to keep your cool and not lash out to your mom. you know she means good; she always does, especially when it comes to you. but it's like older relatives never know how tiring this whole “you should get a boyfriend” conversation is. why do you need a boyfriend anyway? sure, you've had a fair share of crushes growing up, but they were never serious enough for you to want to do anything about them. and it has been enough for you, it just has. what's so difficult to understand about a person being completely okay with being single?

“i've already told you, mom. whenever it happens, it happens. and until then i'm not going to force myself to find someone.”

“i know, i know.” you hear your mom sigh at the other end of the line. she clearly doesn't agree with your position on this, but she always respects your decisions. you are glad for that. “it's just that i feel like you won't be able to meet anyone in that new place of yours.” you know exactly what she means by that.

it's been a month since you moved to your current apartment. your previous one was a shabby, tiny thing that was overpriced with the excuse of it being placed right on the city centre. your new place, on the other hand, is on the outskirts of the city, but it's much more spacious, and it's not falling apart by the moment. you don't mind putting up with long bus rides to get to your workplace. in fact, you enjoy the peace and quiet, the time it gives you to organise your thoughts on your way to work or wherever you may be going. and there's a supermarket relatively near your place, so you can't complain about that. it's safe to say that you're a lot happier with your new home, but your mom just can't see that. she's too busy thinking about when you're going to bring a son-in-law for her and your dad to meet or when you're going to give them grandchildren, even if you consider yourself far too young to even be considering marriage or children. that's why she liked your old place. it was near all the popular clubs and bars, giving you the perfect chance to mingle; a chance you never took in all the time you lived there.

you think something's not right. like, you know something is definitely wrong in your life when your mom is hinting at you that you should spend more time partying at questionable places in order to get laid.

and you wish this was a “your mom” thing, but your friends have similar opinions to hers. sure, they don't want to rush you into marriage and children at every chance they have, but they have told you several times that a relationship would probably add happiness to your life. that it's strange how they've never seen you head over heels for anyone ever since they've known you.

your feet softly thud against the wooden flooring of your living room as you walk to your window, feeling like you need the pretty view to calm yourself enough to get through this call. as you move the curtain to get a better view of the park that's a couple of blocks away, you catch sight of your neighbour walking along the street, heading to your block, presumably getting back home from somewhere. you recognise him from a time you were just getting to your place and he suddenly came out of his, rushing down the stairs.

suddenly, a child appears running down the street and trips right beside him. you see him help the little boy back to his feet, dust off the dirt from his knees and ruffle his hair with a smile before resuming his walk back home. you smile.

you blame your mom and your friends when what you've just seen makes you say:

“i don't know mom, love happens at unexpected times and places.” that's unlike you, you aren't that much of a romantic. you know that much, and you know that your mom knows that much, so you don't give her a chance to say anything. “look, i have to get some work done, but i'll call you again tomorrow. love, you, mom! bye!” and you hang up on her.

love? sure, your neighbour is cute, and he seems pretty nice, but you don't even know the guy's name. you don't even know why you mentioned love in the first place.

famous last words.

a few days later, you're on cleaning duty around your apartment. you've got some dusting and sweeping and mopping to do, as well as some windows to clean. some meaning all. not to mention the good scrubbing that the tub needs. well, “needs” is a bit of a strong word; you could probably go for a few days more without doing anything, but you're a bit of a clean freak, so your place has to be spotless all the time for you to be happy. which means that you're properly attired to get this shit done with the most worn-out pyjamas that you own, some crappy flip flops and an unidentifiable hairstyle that does the job of keeping your hair out of your face but probably makes you look like birds live on top of your head. and cleaning day means something else.

you have music blasting through your whole house.

you think it's a good thing that your neighbours haven't told you off so far; you assume they don't mind the occasional loud music from you, or they would have done so in the month that you've already been living here. they haven't complained about you singing at the top of your lungs either, so either they're cool about it, or they meet each week to plan your murder. whatever the case, you're here for a good time, not a long time, so you will take the chance of giving a mini concert for yourself while you clean while you can.

except, the “for yourself” part doesn't actually exist. it's just an illusion created by your senses, a scam, a fallacy. you just don't know it yet.

you're currently standing on top of a chair in the tiny balcony of your living room, and to any outsider it might look like you have a death wish against the poor glass doors with how furiously you're wiping them.

your next door neighbour, lee minho, certainly thinks it must look like that to anyone who isn't within hearing range as he is. he himself would have thought so too if it weren't for the way you're cheerfully singing along 22 by taylor swift. minho's house is structured the exact same way as yours, and his living room has a tiny balcony of its own, which is where he's watching you from with a mug of coffee in his hand and an amused grin adorning his features. you're so entranced with your current task at hand, the song you're singing to or both that you don't even notice the boy in the balcony next to yours. he doesn't want to be a creep though, he just decided to stand there a moment longer because you two haven't actually crossed paths yet and he knows you've been living in the block for a while, so he was curious about you.

and he sure is pleased with how... interesting of a neighbour you seem to be. so he just lets his gaze linger for a moment longer and goes back inside to save him the accusation of being a stalker and you the embarrassment of knowing someone is hearing you when this clearly looks like a one person activity.

the image of you stays with minho for a good part of the day, and each time he remembers a smile threatens to take over his face.

however, another week goes by before you actually see each other.

you're going back to your place in the unbearable heat of mid-july and carrying three very heavy bags with your groceries. you consider getting your groceries delivered to your place next time, and then you feel guilty for whoever you'd be putting through this hell for a shitty salary. you give up on having groceries without suffering the heat, but right now you have more pressing matters at hands. you still have a few minutes to your house and you don't trust your abilities to get there without melting into a puddle on your way. if it's any indication, your underboob is already sweating. you hate it here.

by some divine working, you get to your block in one piece, and the sound of relief you let out when you get through the main door is ungodly. you think this hell of a ride is over until you catch sight of the elevator.

oh hell no.

cute neighbour guy is inside idly looking at his phone and the doors are starting to close. now, you don't have much to complain about your flat or your block in general. but the elevator, the damn elevator, is slower than a university's administration office when you desperately need a reply from them. which means you'll be stuck out of your home for longer if you don't get on that damn thing within the next few seconds. and like, you know this isn't a big deal. you know. how much longer can you possibly have to wait to get home if you don't make it to the elevator? 5 to 10 minutes at most? that's not long.

you know.

and yet you're at a point in this adventure that going grocery shopping in july is where every minor inconvenience will either infuriate you or reduce you to tears without a good reason. you guess that's what spending the morning doing your least favourite activity in your least favourite conditions does to you.

your neighbour must hear the rustling of your bags because he lifts his head from the screen of his phone and the two of you make eye contact for a second. oh he sure is handsome. you're about to get swayed by his pretty eyes, his fluffy dark hair, the perfect curve of his nose, his perfect-looking face in general. and for the love of beyoncé, this man has some pretty thick thighs. his overall proportions just seem godly, and you're looking at him from a distance. you're about to make heart eyes at this fine-looking man when-

wait.

did he just roll his eyes at you?

you blink and huff in a sort of angry confusion, and next thing you know, he's sticking his hand between the elevator doors, keeping them from closing. as they open again, he calls out to you.

“oi, neighbour! you getting in or what?” you blink again.

are you tired enough to get irritated by everything or is he being low-key rude at you right now? dude just held an elevator door for you and yes, you're grateful that he's saved you a longer wait, but why is he acting like he unwillingly donated one of his kidneys to his worst enemy?

“yeah?” you answer, but it sounds more like a question. you move towards the elevator again, struggling with the damn bags. “yeah, i am.” you repeat, firmer this time. “thanks for that.” he just nods at you in acknowledgement.

“third floor, right?” he asks. you say yes, slightly surprised that he seems to know you live right next door to him. but then again, you knew before talking to him too.

hold on. oh fuck.

is he being rude to you because he's pissed at you playing loud music and singing? are the weekly meetings to plan your murder a thing after all? oh shit. that would actually make sense. do you apologise? or would that be weird? you haven't even introduced yourselves, it would definitely be weird. you take a deep breath. okay, okay. you got this. let's do this step by step.

“my name is y/n. we're actually next door neighbours.” you give him a polite smile.

he snorts. he has the audacity to snort at you.

“i know.” you think that's going to be it, but at least he has the decency to introduce himself as well. “i'm minho.” he offers his hand for you to shake as if you weren't holding three giant bags, and by the teasing glint in his eyes you know that it's not an innocent mistake. “right.” he smirks, looking down to your bags and back to your face as if to let you know that yes, he in fact did that on purpose, and then the elevator reaches your floor.

you can't believe you ever thought this guy was nice. in your defense, you think most people would have been fooled with the way he treated that kid that time you caught a glimpse of him through your window. but you’re still pissed to learn this. why does he have to be this hot if he's going to be an asshole?

you make up your mind to just go on with your day, get into your house, forget that this ever happened and avoid having to talk to this guy for longer. the bags on your hands suddenly feel lighter when you practically jump off the elevator and sprint to your door.

apparently, this minho guy has other plans.

“i'll see you around, neighbour.” he calls behind your back. you know he's still smirking even before you turn to look at him working his front door open. “nice singing, by the way.” he raises an eyebrow at you before he gets in and closes the door behind him.

you actually drop your bags at that. you knew there was a good chance he'd been able to hear you all this time, and in every other situation it wouldn't have phased you. but when it seems like he's mocking you after how rude he's managed to be to you in the span of a couple of minutes? now you're both flustered and pissed.

“oh shit.” you scramble to get your bags again, suddenly remembering that you've bought a dozen of eggs. if even a single one of them has cracked because of this guy...

turns out only one egg survived, as you'd soon discovered with a quick glance at your bag and upon closer inspection later after you got inside your house. but you're convinced that it was minho's fault. and so, you're set on holding him accountable for it.

so you are ringing his doorbell next day.

“hey, neighbour.” an unsuspecting lee minho directs an amused grin at you when he answers the door and what he finds is you. he notices how your arms are crossed and how you're sporting a frown that makes you look, in his humble opinion, more adorable than intimidating.

he has no idea what this is about, but he's here for it.

“hi, minho.” your tone is flatter than a table when you greet him. “i need some eggs.”

he blinks at you once, twice, and for a moment you think it's endearing how he looks like a confused cat. nope, nope, you need to stop right there. we must stay focused, brothers.

“you need eggs.” he repeats after you.

“yes. you startled me when you got into your house yesterday and i dropped my bags.” he raises an eyebrow at you like he did yesterday. does he have to look that hot while doing it? you continue through gritted teeth. “i had my groceries there, and the eggs i bought cracked.”

“really?” he tilts his head to the side and blinks exaggeratedly at you. you nod. “my bad, neighbour.” he doesn't sound a bit sorry.

“my name is y/n.” you were bothered before, but now you're getting pissed.

“i know, you told me yesterday.” on his end, minho is having the time of his life. you are so cute trying to stay calm. in your current stance, you're only missing an irritated tapping of one of your feet to look like thumper from bambi. perhaps he can push you enough to get you to do that, he bets you'd look adorable. ah, he must be losing his mind.

“you keep calling me neighbour.” you point out. minho gives you a very sweet, very charming smile, and you mentally curse at how it actually kind of works.

so much for staying focused.

“aren't we neighbours though?” you sigh.

“whatever. do you have eggs?”

“the question isn't whether i can give you my eggs or not, the question is: are we at that point of our relationship already? we might be going too fast here, neighbour.” he teases. is he making an innuendo out of eggs now?

you take a deep breath.

“look-” you start, but he cuts you off.

“wait, i'll be right back.” he saunters inside his house leaving there, dumbfounded. can this guy get any more irritating?

you're still standing there, probably looking like you're trying to catch flies with your mouth when you hear a soft meow below you, and you find a cat stretching right by your feet. so your annoying neighbour is a hot guy with a cat. why did the universe put the man of your dreams right next door only to make him an asshole? still, you waste no time in getting down and presenting your hand to the kitty.

“oh hi, baby. when did you get here?” you softly call, and when it not only gets closer to you but nuzzles its face against your palm as well, you gasp in delighted awe.

“dori likes you already, huh?” you look up to find minho smiling at you, and this time it's more of a fond smile than a shit-eating grin. the cat goes back to its owner and nuzzles against his legs this time, and you get back to your feet. “here.”

minho shoves two cartons of eggs into your arms. two whole cartons, which is twice what you bought yesterday. he might have gotten on your nerves the couple of times that you've talked to him, but you came here intending to go back with maybe a couple of eggs out of pettiness more than anything, so it feels wrong to take this much from him.

“wait, minho, this is too much. it's more than-” he cuts you off again with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“take them. it was my fault and i bought too many anyway. or is that more eggs than you can take, neighbour?”

well, bye-bye cute, smiley, kind of not that annoying-looking minho, welcome back shit-eating grin, irritating asshole.

“thanks, minho.” as he goes back to annoying, your tone goes back to flat.

“don't mention it. let me know what you think about my eggs next time, neighbour.” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and with that, closes his door on your face.

you feel your blood boiling as you go back to your house.

unbeknownst to you, minho saw what happened yesterday in the split second he caught sight of you dropping your bags as he was closing his door and actually felt guilty about it, so he bought the eggs to bring them to you later on that day.

he's glad you've come to him before he had the chance to do so, though. it's been way more fun like this.

the next time you see minho, you find him helping an elderly lady go down the stairs to your floor.

you're locking your door behind you, ready to go hang out at one of your friend's place, when you hear his voice behind you.

“aish, we've talked about this, mrs park. you need to take the elevator.”

you turn around and sure enough, this lady you assume to be one of your neighbours from one of the upper floors is gripping minho's arm with one of her hands and holding a cane with the other as they descend the stairs. with much difficulty on her end, you note.

“don't lecture me, young man.” this mrs park lady spits at him. minho straightens his posture next to her.

“yes, ma'am.” you like this woman already. there's this feeling of satisfaction in seeing minho getting told off that has you quietly snickering.

the sound must reach his ears as his gaze automatically travels to where you're standing. you think he's going to be embarrassed that you just witnessed someone else having the upper hand in a conversation, but he just gives you a lopsided grin.

“hey, neighbour.” you don't bother hiding how you roll your eyes into the next world.

before you can say anything, mrs park speaks up.

“and who is this young lady, min-min?” your eyebrows shoot up at that, and you don't miss the way minho's ears turn red at the nickname. oh, so this is what makes him shy. you take note of it. “did you finally get a girlfriend?”

well, now you are the one feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. you fear minho is, in fact, very capable of telling her that you are actually his girlfriend just to get a reaction out of you, so you walk towards the two of them before he can answer.

“my name's y/n. mrs park, right?” she smiles at you while nodding and she looks like the cutest grandma while doing so. you've been around this lady for a few minutes at most and you'd already do anything for her. maybe it has to do with her scolding minho, you think.

“that's right, dear.”

“i actually moved next to minho a couple of months ago.” you explain, mirroring her smile. you're about to shake her hand, but you notice that it might not be the most comfortable thing for her in her current predicament. “you know what? let me help you get the rest of the way down too.” you tell her, and you offer one of your arms for her to hold like she's doing with minho's, as well as a hand to hold her cane for her. she gladly takes you up on your offer.

“oh, aren't i lucky to have such kind kids as neighbours? thank you, deary. i'll bring you cookies next time. after all, i couldn't properly welcome you when you moved because i didn't know you had.” yep, you would most definitely risk it all for this woman.

“don't even worry about it, mrs park! it's not your fault, and i wouldn't want to inconvenience you.” you tell her as the three of you make your way down the stairs. she doesn't have that many steps left, but her pace is slow, and she hisses in pain with each one she goes down. you understand why minho was ushering her to take the elevator.

“nonsense, dear. it's no inconvenience, i'll get you those cookies soon.” she insists. you'd feel bad if you refuse her too much, so you accept.

“well, in that case, thank you so much. i'm sure they'll be delicious.”

“do i get cookies too, mrs park? yours are the best.” minho butts in, and you catch yourself finding him cute again in the way his eyes sparkle with hopeful joy at the notion of the homemade pastries.

“you know i can't say no to you, min-min, but learn some manners from this young lady.” she tells minho, but both of you can tell she's joking. you assumed as much already, but they must be close with each other.

“yes!” he pumps a fist in the air in victory. “thank you, mrs park.” he smiles the prettiest smile you've ever seen at her as the three of you get down the last step and you think for a moment that you want him to smile at you like that too.

“let me get the elevator for you, mrs park.” you let go of her and give her cane back, already moving to call the elevator. “i know it's slow, and i'd love to help you all the way down, but i think it might be more comfortable for you like this.”

“she's right, mrs park. we can't have you tripping down the stairs again.” minho intervenes.

“again?!” you ask, horrified. you are not letting this woman walk down a single step more, not on your watch.

“that's right, mrs park here tripped down the stairs last year and fractured her hipbone. she gave the whole block quite a scare.”

“oh my god.”

“you make it sound so dramatic. besides, i'm completely recovered now.” mrs park complains, but as much as minho annoys you, you agree with him on this one.

“mrs park, i get what you mean, but minho is looking out for you. there's no harm in using the elevator, right?”

mrs park looks back and forth between minho and you a couple of times and both of you smile the most innocent smiles you can manage at her. she sighs in defeat.

“okay, okay. i'll take the damn thing.” the elevator doors open right then. “now you children get back to whatever you were doing, i've already taken more than enough of your time.” she waves at the two of you as she steps into the elevator.

“will do! it was nice meeting you, mrs park!” you wave back at her with a smile, and so does minho.

“see you, mrs park. i'm looking forward to those cookies.” the elevator doors close, and you're left alone with minho.

“well, that leaves just the two of us, neighbour.” the corners of his mouth tug upwards, and you already fear what he's about to say next. “but pray tell, wouldn't it have been easier for you to get in the elevator with mrs park?” your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack. you can’t believe this man.

“couldn't you have said so before the doors closed?” you ask incredulously, and then you realise “wait, but you didn't get in either, you missed it too.” one of his hands flies to the nape of his neck and he lightly scratches it. 

“ah, i actually didn't. i only came out because i heard mrs park and i couldn't let her walk those steps alone.” his smile gets wider, and he shrugs his shoulders. “sorry to disappoint, but you're on your own on this one.”

“i-” this time, it's actually a good thing he cuts you off, because you have no idea what to say, caught between trying to process how surprisingly sweet of minho is to take care of mrs park like that and how exasperated you feel at him right now.

“i'll see you around, neighbour.”

“and is this neighbour of yours handsome, dear?”

you don't know why you even bother at this point.

“mom, for the love of god!” you settle for the softer option of the words that were about to come out of your mouth. “i've barely seen the guy twice and you're already throwing me into his arms.” you exasperatedly munch on one of mrs park's cookies, the sweet treat is very much needed to get you through this phone call. minho was right though; her cookies are the best you've ever had.

“do you want to be thrown into his arms?” she throws at you, and you sputter. what has gotten into your mom?

“this is pointless, i'm hanging up.” you deadpan. your mom laughs at the other end of the line.

“aw, come on. i'm just joking, sweetie. but would it kill you to try to look at him in that light? or anyone for that matter?” see, this is what your mom doesn't know.

the fucking thing is, you see him in that light.

you don't know why your mom is so set in getting you to consider if minho is handsome or not, but the fact is that you very well know he is. you've seen him just a couple of times, but you're too well aware of how attractive your neighbour is. he has it all too: cute, hot, sexy, endearing, you name it. you aren't that sure about his personality because you don't get just why he has to tease you each time he sees you nor do you enjoy being mocked each time he opens his mouth, but he definitely has the looks. you'd be either too blind or too ignorant to even try to deny it.

“mom, i don't think i'd even say we're friends. just because he looks around my age doesn't make it any weirder than if you were trying to set me up with a man old enough to be dad.” you hear some rustling on the other end and then your father is speaking to you. your mom always puts everyone on speaker, so this is no surprise.

“i've been summoned. what's up, petal?”

“dad, tell mom to stop trying to set me up with my neighbour.” you take another bite of your cookie, chewing quickly to continue speaking. “tell her to stop trying to set me up with anyone for that matter.” your dad makes no effort to do such thing.

“your neighbour? what neighbour? who is this young man trying to seduce my baby?”

“dad, you're missing the whole point. no one is being seduce-”

“if you're seeing someone, you better bring him home for me to meet him, young lady.” you silently face-palm.

by the end of the call, both your parents are somehow convinced that you like minho, that he likes you or that you're dating him, you're not sure which one. perhaps all three. well, it's not like you care. no matter how good-looking you think he is you can't picture yourself dating minho, that would be-

wait, why are you imagining what it would be like to date him? you groan. see? this is what talking to your parents does to you.

you take the last bite of the last cookie you have left from the batch that mrs park made for you. you're thinking about how much of a sweet person she seems to be when you're startled by the sound of your doorbell. you make your way to the front door, to find none other than minho on the other side, with his characteristic cocky smile.

“hey, neighbour.”

“uh... hi. can i help you?” you don't know why you find this situation so awkward, but there's something about minho actively looking for you that seems uncharacteristic of him.

“you can, actually. i have a friend over and he's making brownies, but we ran out of sugar.”

“so?” you ask. you have no problem with giving him sugar, but you want to make things a bit difficult for him because he always makes things difficult for you.

“so,” he echoes you. “i was hoping you'd take pity on us and give us some. i think about a cup is all he's missing.”

“mrs park would be disappointed in you, minho.” you feign a disappointed sigh of your own accompanied by a disapproving shake of your head, and when minho looks at you with pure confusion in his eyes you think you're getting good at his little game. “she did tell you to learn some manners, didn't she? and you can't even say please when asking for something.”

minho mutters an “ahh” while nodding his head in understanding before he gets back to the smug smile.

that's not good.

“my dearest, most favourite neighbour.” he dramatically begins, leaning his back to your doorframe and putting a hand to his forehead as if he were about to faint. “would you be oh so gracious with these two fools who didn't properly measure their sugar so as to bestow upon them the immense generosity of sparing some of your own, m'lady?”

at that, he gets down on one knee and delicately takes one of your hands in his own, bringing it to his lips to plant a soft kiss on the back of it without taking his eyes off yours for a single second.

you blink repeatedly.

you stare at minho.

he grins at you from below.

your eyes widen.

you blush.

you yank your hand from his hold as if it burned you to touch him. it somehow feels like that may very well be a possibility.

“h-huh?” you can hear the whistling sound of water boiling in a teapot in your ears if you focus hard enough.

“sugar, neighbour. i asked you if you can please give me some.” he repeats. “your pretty head surely knows what sugar is, right?”

your what now?

at this point, minho is grinning wider than the cheshire cat. he likes annoyed you, but he thinks he prefers flustered you because there's less risk of you actually getting angry at him. and there's the added benefit of seeing you blush, that's cute. so cute, minho finds himself wanting to make you blush more. wanting to kiss the redness on your cheeks. he's definitely losing his mind.

“of course i know what sugar is.” is all you can muster once you're able to somewhat compose yourself. minho finally gets up and dusts his pants off, still smiling at you.

“glad to know, you had me worried for a second there.”

“i'll be right back.” you run away into your house and minho patiently waits at your door.

you want to get this over with as quickly as possible because you don't like not knowing what to do about the frantic pounding of your heart. and most importantly, you can't be bothered to measure one cup, so once you get the sugar, you bring him the whole packet. besides, he did give you too many eggs last time, so it's only fair that you give him extra too.

“here.” in a similar fashion to him, you shove the thing into his chest and he scrambles to take a hold of it. you notice that he is about to protest , so you speak before he does. “you gave me extra eggs last time, so take it. i'll survive without it, i promise.” at that, minho's face lights up again.

“oh, that's right. you never told me what you thought about my eggs, neighbour.” his hand comes up to hold the doorframe as he leans forward, towards you, with that teasing smile of his.

so he's back at it again. however, this time you're set on being the one who gets a reaction out of him. so, not only do you play along whatever this egg innuendo is, but you also try something you've been thinking about for a while now.

you lean forward as well, your faces inches apart. minho doesn't bat an eye at first, and it almost seems like his smile gets even bigger. but that changes once you whisper:

“your eggs were delicious, min-min.” the combination of the nickname, the sultry tone you've used with him, and the way you bite your lip would be bound to end anyone else. but minho is a strong man, so he's just rendered speechless.

this time, it's his eyes getting wide for a change, and they wander to your lips for a split second. even his mouth falls open a little bit. you see the tips of his ears getting red as they did that day when mrs park called him the same nickname and you are pleased with his reaction, guessing that this is the most you can get out of him. mission accomplished, you think to yourself.

and you close the door on his face.

this one goes to you, but the sense of victory is dulled by the fact that all you could think of when getting that close to him was how easy it would be to close the remaining distance and kiss him.

the next morning, you find that a piece of paper has been slid through your front door.

“hey neighbour,

my friend and i ended up making too many brownies, and it's only fair that you get to have some. we couldn't have made them without your stellar support, after all.

swing by whenever you want today and let's have them over a movie :)

- min”

you read and re-read the note. the faces of three cats are doodled right next to his name, and you can't help but feel giddy at the thought that a boy has written you a note inviting you over and has even taken the time to doodle on it. it's the simplest thing, but you find it charming in the most adorable way. guess you are easy to please.

you suddenly freeze in where you're standing.

wait, is this just a friendly hangout between neighbours? or does he want it to be a date? do you want it to be a date? oh god, you want it to be a date. that must make you some sort of masochist, because why else would you voluntarily accept what sounds like an invitation for him to tease you for the whole duration of whatever movie you end up watching? yep, you must be out of your mind. but that doesn't take from the fact you do want this to be a date, so you think it's time to admit that you might have developed a teeny tiny crush on minho.

okay, so you must be into degradation.

that's all you can gather from this newfound piece of information and you guess there's something new to learn every day.

whatever, you don't want to think about this too much. you've had crushes before and they've never gone anywhere, so why would this be any different? thinking about the prospect of liking or dating someone always makes you wonder if the reason you've been single all your life is somehow your fault, and you don't want to get depressive thinking about that.

so you just make up your mind to drop by minho's house in the afternoon and go on with your day until then. you work out, take a shower, have breakfast, do your chores, prepare lunch and laze around until you get hungry enough to have the meal you prepared.

5 pm arrives faster than you expected, and you guess that that's is a decent time to go to minho's house, so you quickly prepare some iced coffee to have with the brownies, change into a comfy outfit and take your keys to exit your house. you kind of walk the short walk from your door to minho's in autopilot, getting suddenly nervous at the prospect of spending that much time alone with him, and you ring his doorbell with a slightly shaky hand.

when minho gets the door, he does a quick once over of your appearance today, which doesn't go unnoticed. he grins that lopsided grin that you've come to like in these few times you've seen each other, and for once, this sight of him makes you smile too. he does his little confused blinking again, but his smile stays, and you swear his voice sounds softer when he greets you with his usual:

“hey, neighbour.”

“hi, i brought coffee.” you lift the bag where you've brought the beverage and minho makes a gesture for you to hand it to him. you try not to think about how warm his hand feels when it brushes against yours. minho ushers you inside with his other hand.

into degradation and touch starved. you keep learning today, it seems.

“come on in.” you follow him inside and try to make the way you're curiously looking around not too obvious. “make sure you close the door behind you, please. wouldn't want the babies to run out.”

“the babies?” you echo his words, making sure that the door is properly closed behind you as he has requested.

“that's right.” you continue following him like a lost puppy until you reach his kitchen. “this is cold, right?” he asks, patting the bag.

you nod at him, and he gets the two cups inside the bag to transfer them to his fridge.

“all set.” he smiles again. “come meet my babies.” you follow him to the living room and he asks you to stay there as he walks along a long corridor that you're guessing leads to the rooms and the bathrooms as it does in your place. you hear the sound of a door being opened and the soft padding of paws against the floor, and before you know it three cats come rushing at you and start meowing at you for attention. have you died and gone to heaven?

“you already know dori,” minho comes closer to where you're crouching to pet the three kitties. “and these are soonie and doongie.” he points at each one and you nod.

you feel like this might be imposing, but you're too overwhelmed with this much cuteness around you, so you can't help but ask:

“do you think they'll want to rip my eyes out if i try picking one of them up?” minho chuckles at that.

he doesn't usually like other people around his cats aside from his family and closest friends, but with the way you're looking at them with starry eyes and the slightest pout on your lips, he knows his babies are in good hands with you.

“try your luck, neighbour. they may not stay still, but they won't lash out. maybe try dori.” he advises. “it's not that much of a difference, but she has already seen you once.”

you nod and focus all your attention on the grey cat. when you gently scoop her up in your arms and she doesn't protest, you feel like you might cry tears of joy. she even lets you scratch her chin and... is that purring you're hearing? oh no, this is bad. you might be in love.

“she doesn't hate me!” you whisper-shout at minho. he chuckles again at your excitement.

“looks like it.”

“she's purring, minho.” he nods.

“i can hear that.”

“she's the cutest thing i've ever seen.” minho bites his tongue to stop himself from saying that you are the cutest thing he's ever seen.

“she takes after her owner.” is what he says instead. you're so entranced that your answer is automatic, unfiltered.

“she does.” you say with a smile. minho freezes as he feels a familiar heat at the tips of his ears, and you seem to notice what you've just said a moment later. you go stiff, and dori is startled enough to jump from your arms. “i mean!” you suddenly find minho's wooden floor, which is identical to yours, to be the most interesting thing in the world. “you do these little things sometimes that are kind of cat-like, you know?” you mumble.

minho gets giddy at the subtle implication that you've been paying attention to him.

“like what?” he asks while crouching to pet soonie, and surprisingly enough, his tone isn't teasing this time, just curious.

“like...” you slowly let you gaze meet his again “like when you blink slowly and many times when you're confused. or the way you sometimes tilt your head to the side. or the way i thought you were kind of an asshole at first but you actually look like you care a lot around the people around you.” you throw in.

that last one is a bit of a reach because you don't really know him that well yet, but you want to know what he has to say about it. fortunately, he doesn't seem offended when he huffs a laugh at you.

“why would you think i was an asshole?” he stands up again. you know he hasn't just asked you that.

“you were rude when we met on the elevator!”

“how was i rude?”

“you're either messing with me right now or you're too dense. you acted like you hated my guts! and you keep making fun of me since then.” you acuse, crossing your arms. minho winces a bit. he does see how he could have come across that way.

“i'm sorry it seemed like that, i'm just not the best at meeting new people.” he explains. “i guess that kind of makes a bit like a cat, huh? but for the record, i've never once made fun of you.” he says, completely serious.

“allow me to disagree.”

“it's true! friendly banter? maybe. a bit of teasing? perhaps. some flirting? definitely, if you hadn't noticed.” he says nonchalantly, and you freeze for a moment again. “but i would never make fun of you.”

“that's good to know.” is all you manage to squeak, and you want to get paid for all the times you blush around this man, because it's happening too often. minho goes back to smiling.

“good. now that that's settled, shall we watch a movie, neighbour?”

the little details were already hinting at it, but minho turns out to be a big softie. you are sitting on opposite ends of his couch so that both of you can have your legs stretched on top of it. his movie of choice is tangled, and you can tell he must have seen it at least as many times as you have to know every song by heart. he incredulously asks you if you aren't going to sing with him during the first one as if that was a given.

“you belt out taylor swift at ungodly hours in the morning but you can't take singing a couple of songs with me, neighbour?” he challenges. of course, you sing every damn song with him.

and it turns out to be a blast. you can't remember when was the last time you had this much fun watching a movie. but then again, neither of you you aren't as focused in the movie as you are in dramatically repeating some of the lines and singing the songs. you try not to think about how your heart speeds up when a more romantic song comes up or every time minho replaces flynn calling rapunzel “blondie” with his trademark “neighbour”.

halfway through the movie, minho takes out the brownies and the coffee.

“here. lix makes the best brownies, but i hope you'll still like my eggs better.” he winks at you. you find yourself smiling for the first time at that joke too.

“again with the eggs? why does it feel like you're using them as codeword for something else?” you tease as he hands you your plate and your cup. you place both on the table in front of the couch, and he does the same when he comes back with his.

“and what do you think they might be codeword for, neighbour?” you just shrug your shoulders. “well, whatever they are, they've been in your mouth” he wiggles his eyebrows at you like he did last time, and you take one of the cushions on the couch to playfully hit him with it.

“pervert.” you acuse.

he takes the cushion from your hands smirking and looks behind for his cats before chucking it without a care as they aren't there.

“maybe i am.” the two of you are left in very close proximity, and you start feeling that familiar heat on your face when your eyes seem to have a mind of their own and automatically dart to his lips. you really need to get paid for blushing around him.

“let's try those brownies.” you back away with a racing heart and pray that you won't drop your food or spill your drink with how shaky you get when you're nervous in the slightest. thankfully you manage to get through without incidents.

minho is right about those brownies being the best, as he was about mrs park's cookies.

“your eggs are definitely in danger after this, minho.” you joke around. “is your friend a pastry chef or something?” his eyes get wide and bright as they did when he asked mrs park if she would bring him cookies.

“he should be one, right? i've told him so hundreds of times!” the two of you practically inhale your brownies as you speak.

“i mean, he should definitely give it a try if it's something he enjoys, he's clearly good at it.” you say, taking another bite.

“good enough to make you forget about my eggs.” he pouts. “you wound me, neighbour. i'm gonna have to wine and dine you to win my rightful first place in your heart back.”

“are you asking me out, min-min?” you throw the nickname at him, not wanting to be the only flustered one in this room.

the usual redness appears on his ears, but he's not as flushed as the other times and there's no doubt in his voice when he says:

“damn right i am. what do you say?”

what do you say? that's a stupid question.

“sure, but are you sure you can top these?” you point at your now empty plate, moving on to what's left of your coffee. minho's lips quiver as if he's trying to contain a smile.

“topping is my favourite thing to do, neighbour.”

you almost spit out your coffee, but you don't have anything to hit him with within reach anymore, so you let it go this time.

you discuss when you'll meet for dinner, the movie long forgotten. minho apologetically tells you that his job is actually keeping him busy for the next couple of weeks or so, and that he won't have the time to cook you the five star course he's promised you until then. he offers to hang out some other day for movies like this if you want though, as he's free during afternoons for the most part. you, of course, say yes.

some other day turns out to be almost every day. minho and you exchanged numbers the day he asked you out to that dinner date, so you guys have been texting as well. there's a lot of your usual bickering and a big amount of flirting, your conversations becoming dangerously close to inappropriate sometimes. but for the most part, you just talk about more wholesome stuff.

he sends you lots of selfies using weird filters to make you laugh, and there's this one time when you nearly lose your shit when you receive one in your workplace. you learn he hates coriander with a passion, and it might make you a bit cruel, but you make a mental note to hide some in his food sometime to see the face he makes, just once. he tells you that he has seven friends who are dying to meet you, including the brownie boy. you also find out that he's a graduate on computer science and he works as a computer hardware engineer. you're not entirely sure what that is about, but you know that you need big brain energy to be working in something like that. his true passion, however, is actually his favourite hobby: dancing. so this man has got the looks, the brains, as you're quickly discovering the personality too, and he is a dancer. why does he keep getting more charming by the moment?

you have multiple chances to ask yourself this question in the span of the two weeks that you spend coming to his place to watch movies. you learn that soonie had been abandoned when he adopted him, that he got doongie from a friend's cat who had given birth, and that he got dori from an abandoned cat website too, and this fact tugs at your heartstrings. he just loves his cats so much, and it's obvious that they love him too. they are a little family, and you find them to be the absolute loveliest when they're together.

you just find minho to be the absolute loveliest in general. you realise now why you thought he was an asshole at first; it's because he doesn't feel the need to make a show out of how he cares for others. he never expects anything in return for the little things he does for people, nor does he shove it in anyone's faces that he's doing something for them. in fact, he does things for others almost secretly, you learn when he confesses what actually went down with the eggs. that was the problem all along: the first few times you saw minho, you were too focused on how he talked to you, which you easily mistook for the wrong thing when you didn't pay attention to the nice things he was pairing it with.

you don't think he's nice like you did that first time you saw him through your window though. you now think he's one of the sweetest people you know. some point along this couple of weeks, much to your friends' delight, you've found yourself telling them about your growing crush on your neighbour, and you have promised to ask him to meet them sometime soon. who knows? if things go well, maybe your friends can meet his. you still want to wait to tell your parents though, you don't want them jumping right to marriage at the news that you've found someone you like, that you're getting to know him, and that he seems to like you as well.

on his end, minho finds himself more infatuated with you by the second. it's all about the little things, he thinks. it's how you bring treats for his cats too when you bring snacks for the two of you, or how they curl both around and on top of you if you fall asleep on his couch like they've already done twice. it's how he wishes he could lie down with you too when that happens, how he wishes to hold you close to him too often these days. it's the way you look out for mrs park as if she was your own grandma ever since you met her just like he does. it's the way you feel more comfortable as time passes to match his teasing. it's the way your eyes have been softening lately and your smiles have been getting bigger each time you look at him.

and so, when the friday of your awaited dinner date rolls around, both of you are buzzing with excitement. you manage to get through half of the day without excitement turning into nerves, but when the afternoon arrives, your stomach starts to churn anxiously. you know there's no reason why you should be this nervous to see minho, but you can't help it. the possible outcomes of this date scare you. what if he decides he doesn't like you like that and doesn't want to have more dates with you or even invite you over for movies anymore? and what if he does want to keep on going on dates with you? you're old enough to treat the concept of dating with maturity, but it's still so new to you that you can't help but worry about whether you are enough to be considered dating material. and copious amounts of stress only mean one thing for you.

it's cleaning time.

you don't care if you'll soon have to start getting ready, you need this.

you're butchering half of celine dion's discography this time, which means minho must be having the time of his life back at his place, and that lots of teasing surely await you when you see him later tonight. or so you think.

you go around your house dusting the rooms and scrubbing the kitchen counters, and once you get that done you decide to finish off with something relatively quick and clean the windows and the balcony doors.

you finish off the windows in no time, and you have stepped out to your balcony with only one foot when soft meowing startles you. your eyes threaten to bulge out of their sockets when you lower your gaze.

doongie stands in your balcony, looking like he doesn't have a care in the world, and he's curiously looking at the streets below, his tail slowly swishing side to side as he sticks half of his body through the metal bars. you panic at the sight. this isn't good. you know that minho's cats never leave the house unless it is for a vet appointment, so doongie being out here in the open is completely unpredictable.

and you live on a third floor.

“doongie.” you softly call. “doongie, sweetie, come here” you try. doongie is uninterested. “pspsps. here, baby. here, have a treat, hmm?” you coax, and that grabs his attention.

he steps back and meows at you again, as if ushering you to give him what you've promised. that leaves you enough room to scoop him up into your arms. you take a quick glance at minho's balcony and find the doors closed, so you go back inside your place, lock the doors to your balcony and head straight for minho's house. you waste no time in ringing his doorbell, as you've done countless times now.

minho opens up soon after, and he looks more distressed than you've ever seen him. you can guess why.

“look, y/n, this might not be the best moment.” he tells you, looking guilty to be kicking you out before you've even stepped into his place.

it's shocking enough for you to hear him use your name instead of his usual “neighbour” with you. and as much as you hated it at first, you'd give anything to hear him say it now, because that would mean that he's feeling good enough to joke around with you.

“doongie is at my place.” you say. he looks at you with eyes wide as saucers and it seems like he doesn't fully process your words, so you repeat them. “doongie is at my place.”

when the words finally register in his head, he slumps and he lowers his head, his forehead landing on your shoulder. his hands grip your waist, holding onto you for dear life.

“thank god. oh, thank god.” he mumbles, muffled against you, but you still hear the shakiness in his tone. you stroke his hair softly. his hands move from your hips and then he's hugging you in the tightest hug anyone has ever given you. “thank you, thank you, thank you.” he repeats over and over against you, and you swear you can hear sniffling.

you wait until he's calmed down a bit to tell him that he can go get doongie, which he quickly and gladly accepts. he holds his cat right as he sees him, peppering the kitty's face with kisses.

“i was worried sick.” he tells him. “my baby, i'm so sorry. you have a dummy of an owner, right?” he apologises, scratching his chin. doongie doesn't look like he cares that much about it. in your eyes, he just looks happy to see minho as usual, as meows at him and proceeds to rub his face against him, purring loudly.

you watch the two fondly, and walk them the short way from your house to minho's when he says he's going back to get things ready for later.

you didn't notice when you came to get minho, but his place looks like a tornado went through it.

“do you need help with... that?” you ask from his front door, pointing inside. although you don't know exactly what to point at, everything looks like a mess.

minho tells you that he started looking everywhere once he noticed that doongie was missing and that's why his house looks like that. he tries to politely refuse your offer, telling you that he'll have his place looking like it usually does in no time and then he'll make dinner for the two of you. nice try, but you're not having any of that

“bullshit.” you deadpan. “i'm helping you and you don't get to say no. i brought doongie back to you, so you owe me one.”

“and you're deciding that i owe you... letting you clean and tidy up a mess that you didn't make?”

“you got a problem with that?” you ask with an eyebrow raised at him. minho straightens up.

“no, ma'am.”

“thought so.”

the two of you get to work, and even with an extra pair of hands to help, it takes longer than minho had expected to get his place back to normal.

minho looks dejectedly at the kitchen counter where he had already set a few of the ingredients he was going to use and bites his lip. it's probably too late to make what he had in mind now, so he will have to settle for something quicker.

“make yourself at home, i'll get started with dinner.” he says.

you yank the back of his collar to pull him back to you.

“no, you won't.”

“what is it with you bossing me around today?” he complains, turning to face you.

“minho, you were scared shitless for doongie just a while back and i can tell you're still unsettled by the whole thing, so just sit back and rest for a little, okay?”minho doesn't look fully convinced.

“but what about dinner?” 

“it's fine, minho, don't worry about it. we can order some takeout and you'll cook for me next time.”

you see the signs of how he hasn't fully recovered from the shock just yet as he frantically looks at doongie every now and then. as if he were going to disappear any second, and for good this time. his voice hasn't lost that shakiness you noticed earlier, and his lips have been pursed in a straight line while his eyes have looked suspiciously watery. it breaks your heart to see him this shaken up.

“no, i-i promised. it was the whole point of the date, and-”

screw this, he needs to shut up.

for the first time since you've known each other, it's you who interrupts minho.

crushing your lips against his.

it takes him by surprise and he goes stiff for a moment, but you keep it short either way.

“minho,” you cup his cheeks softly and look him in the eyes. “do you really think you need to cook for me to get me to like you, or to go on more dates with you, or whatever it is that your equally hot and stupid brain is thinking right now?” he looks speechless.

“huh?” oh how the tables have turned. not long ago, you were the one stunned to silence in each of your conversations, and now it's him who can't find the words to answer you.

“i'm saying i already like you, you cute idiot. i don't care about dinner, i'm here for the time i get to spend with you.”

minho looks like he's on the verge of tears, but even as he lightly sniffles, he smiles and says:

“and here i thought you only wanted me to be your trophy husband.” you smile at him, lacing your hands together behind his neck.

“idiot.” he shrugs his shoulders, not losing the smile. you never want him to lose the smile.

“it's part of my charm.”

“it actually is.” you admit.

and this time, it's him who's diving in to kiss you. his lips move slowly against yours, soft and tender at first, and a few moments later they become firmer, more passionate. you match his pace eagerly, and you think that you could kiss this boy for a whole lifetime as a pleasant shiver runs down your spine and you feel goosebumps rising on your skin. the two of you feel breathless when you pull apart, but he still steals another peck before resting his forehead against yours with a smile. one of his hands comes up to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek in slow motions.

“hey, neighbour.” he whispers.

your lips stretch in the biggest, happiest smile your face is capable of, and minho doesn't need to see it. he feels it, and he knows he will do whatever it takes to have you smiling like that as often as possible.

“hi.”

after that, he finally yields to you, letting you order some takeout as you cuddle on his couch. minho is laying his head on your chest and has his eyes closed while you thread your fingers through his hair. soonie is sleeping by your feet, doongie is laying on your chest right next to minho's face and dori is curled up on top of your belly. you could get used to this.

“date me.” minho suddenly mumbles, half asleep.

“huh?”

“i said date me.” he repeats, a bit louder this time.

“i heard you. but haven't we been going on dates this whole time? i thought the movies were dates.” your voice goes somewhat quieter and you bite your lip at that last part, afraid that you might have misunderstood the situation. minho huffs and opens his eyes to look at you, but makes no effort to move from his current position.

“you can be so dense sometimes. yes, those were dates. but i mean date me. as in, be my girlfriend, neighbour.”

minho feels you tense under him, and he watches at your eyes dart from one place to another. he can hear your heart picking up its pace from where his head is placed, and he smiles at the adorable blush already creeping up your cheeks.

“sure, min-min.” you throw the nickname at him, as you do every time you want him to feel even a fraction of the bashfulness you feel.

and it works, like it does every time. minho rolls his eyes at you, but he somehow does so lovingly, and then closes them again.

“hey neighbour?” he quietly calls out to you. you hum for him to continue as your fingers keep moving slowly through his hair.

his eyes remain closed as the corners of his lips lift.

“did you order something with eggs?”

is this too much to ask for😭

maybe jungkook is the type of guy that gives you full reign to the road trip playlist and (un)surprisingly knows most of the songs that you choose. your laugh is his favourite when he whips out the dance moves of point choreography for certain tracks, his giggle matching yours when you whack him lightly on the arm and tell him to focus on driving. of course he doesn't, much to your amusement, as he gently grabs your hand and dramatically uses it as a mic to belt out the lyrics to the next song. he chances a glance at you after another laughing fit and grins cheekily, angling his face closer when he exits off the highway and stops at a red light. "i accept kisses as tips!"

maybe jungkook is the type of guy that starts cooking as you finish setting up the camping grounds, letting out sounds of excitement and anticipation as the meat sizzles and the scent wafts around. he calls you by endearments several times in the last couple minutes to be by him, as the food is almost ready, but you are just at the end of unpacking your things. within thirty seconds, you hear his footsteps come shuffling around the corner where you are and you sense the pout on his lips before you could even see it. turning around and being met with arms circling around your waist, he softly tugs the items in your hands in an attempt to set them away. "i can help you after, love. but come eat with me before it gets cold? please?~"

and maybe, just maybe, jungkook is the type of guy that walks along the shore of the waterside by sunset, tracing patterns along the sand with his shoes or a long stick he happens to find. he lifts his gaze when you join him a few moments later, immediately reaching out for you as if by pure instinct. with loosely intertwining fingers, his happiness is effortless when he twirls you toward his embrace, nature loving you in all its warmth as it paints sunlight across your features. your eyes, with your love for him glimmering within, makes his heart sing melodies he wants to listen to for eternity; the smile you give him nearly making it stop altogether. he sighs quietly then, completely smitten, as he leans forward to brush a sweet kiss across your lips. "as long as i'm with you, there's no place i'd rather be."

ofc! <333

and thank you for taking the time to write this!

i appreciate you more 🥹

lots of love :))

imagine | jjk (m)

→pairing: model!jk x reader

→genre: established relationship, smut, fluff, angst if you squint

→word count: 7.5k

→rating: nc-17

→warnings: literally everything don’t read this lol. dom jk, bratty sub reader, mentions of relationship issues, alcohol use, degrading, titty sucking, spanking, gentle face smacking w hand and penis, rough sex turned to luv making, fingering, blowjob, face fucking, spitting, brief pussy eating and (here’s the kicker) ass licking, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don’t u dare), creampie, snot play (kidding ew kook just wipes reader’s nose they’re in love shh), hotel bathroom sex lets goooo! jk is mean but loves reader so so much, sappy and corny at points

→summary: Jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching TV shows. You, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind. 

→notes: this is my first time writing fanfic so please be gentle with me. i know the smut is not the best. i really struggled with it, definitely not a natural when it comes to writing sexi time. i kinda love every other part of this BUT the smut which sucks because it's like… 70% smut. i tried my best yall. hopefully it will get better with time! feedback is very much appreciated. i hope you enjoy it i love u bye!!

“I can’t believe she’s still with this fucking guy. He’s such a prick…” Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head a little before shoveling another bite of pad thai into his mouth. 

God, he was beautiful. His skin was pink and dewy, eyes glistening as he focused on the k-drama you had been begging him to watch with you all week. Ironically, he was more into it than you were. The show playing on your laptop, which you had very cleverly propped up on the toilet in front of you, only acting as background noise for the true entertainment of the night. Him. 

You felt a wave of warmth rush over you as you watched him. That sticky sweet feeling you get when you love someone. Everything felt warm, inside and out. The shimmery water surrounding you, adorn with bubbles and rose petals, was warm and floral scented. The dim light from the candles you had set up gave the hotel bathroom a warm, saturated glow. The takeout he ordered was still hot on the bamboo tray between the two of you. His fingers, wrapped around a pair of chopsticks as he ate the leftovers from your plate, were painted a fiery shade of red. 

You smiled to yourself, remembering how easy it had been to manipulate him into getting a manicure with you. “I find it sooo sexy when guys paint their nails”, you had told him on a summer day last week, swirling your tongue around a popsicle before suckling on the tip, looking him dead in the eyes. The very next morning he scheduled a dual appointment at your favorite salon. 

Everything felt warm and comfortable.

Feeling you watching him, Jungkook turns his attention to you. The damp ends of his blonde hair were frizzy, sticking out awkwardly around his head like a misshapen halo. He squints his doe eyes when they meet yours. There was eyeliner smudged around the outer corners, leftover from the shoot earlier in the day. He was a mess, but he never looked more angelic.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says playfully through a mouthful of noodles. It was an obnoxious habit. Disgusting when others did it, but somehow adorable when he did. “I thought you wanted to watch this.” 

“I thought you didn’t, but I’ve seen you tear up at least three times and we’re only on the fourth episode. You’re far too invested, Koo.” 

“I am not,” he whines, “and they added too much cilantro, it’s making my eyes water.”

You giggle and reach your foot out, softly kicking his leg underneath the water. He levels you with a faux sniffle and pout, before reaching his tattooed arm out of the bath and grabbing the bottle of red wine on the floor next to him. He had room service deliver it while you were running the bath, knowing you would complain about the price. Even after all these years together, even though he was more than financially capable of doing so, you still felt uncomfortable with him spending money on you. That never seemed to stop him though.

“Here baby, have some more wine,” he coos, pouring the crimson liquid into your glass, filling up his own, and then placing the bottle back in its spot on the ground. His eyes crinkle again as he takes you in. This time it isn’t out of annoyance. It’s one of those smiles that reaches his pupils before it trickles down the rest of his face. “You look so beautiful right now.”

Your hair is in a messy bun. You have no makeup on. You trail your gaze down to your bare breasts, nipples poking out from behind the bubbles. “You’re only saying that because my tits are out.”

He looks down at your chest and hums in agreement, not inconspicuous in the slightest... 

You tut your tongue, motioning towards his torso. “I don’t know, your tits are bigger than mine these days.” It was a stretch. But not by much. He had been spending a lot more time at the gym recently, trying to grow his frame in preparation for the more provocative jobs he’s been landing. 

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that slide, quickly reaching over and pinching a nipple in retaliation. The audacity. The offending hand retreats before you can swat it away. 

“Ow!” You wince, jutting your bottom lip out very dramatically in an attempt to make him feel bad. He didn’t, the little brat. The faint stinging in your poor nipple was nothing compared to what your body normally endured after a night in the sheets with him. It was all welcome though. You both loved to indulge in that side of him once in a while. 

He lets out one of those high pitched laughs. The one he makes after does something naughty. More of a squeal than anything else. Your favorite. So cute that you can’t bring yourself to scold him further when he spills a little wine into the bathtub.

“Don’t be a brat. Tonight is not the night.” Hm. Touché. 

As much as you would love to keep going, riling him up to the point where he couldn’t help destroy you, you decide against it… for now, atleast. You know he’s tired. This morning, his angry grumbling and fussing with the covers stirred you awake before sunrise. His photoshoot lasted longer than projected, showing up to your hotel room two hours late with a panicked look on his face. He loved his job, but it undoubtedly took a toll on him. 

“I’ll be good. See?” You raise your glass, clinking it with his. “To us!” 

“To us,” he agrees sternly, plump lips pulling into a grin as he nods his head with purpose. “Happy anniversary, my love.” 

Just like that, it’s been four years. Four years of you. Four years with him. 

You can’t help but reflect on your relationship as you sip the alcohol. It burns as it goes down your throat, but tastes so divine when it hits your tongue. Duality.

Although pure and true, your relationship with Jungkook has been far from perfect. The beginning was rocky. You had just started college and were in shambles, uncertain of what you wanted for your future. You weren’t ready for a relationship; too insecure to let him into your heart. Jungkook’s heart had always been big and accessible, however, his ego was even bigger. It came with the territory. He was just breaking into the modeling industry when you first met. He always felt like he had to prove something to the world. A bit arrogant even. These distinct differences between the two of you ignited explosive arguments, leaving you both burned and in tears. 

However, even in the darkness of night there is the promise of daylight. And even when the sun sets again in the evening, it leaves behind a paradise of colors, making it known that it will come back in the morning. Underneath all the fire, was a spark. At the end of the day, despite all the bullshit, you loved each other deeply. Eventually, you learned how to manage the differences. You communicated so effectively that you had grown to love those previously unbearable qualities in one another. The relationship aged like fine wine. The flames were no longer scorching, just warm and comfortable. 

Here you are, four years later. Spending your anniversary in a bathroom, with subpar takeout, because simply being together was a celebration enough. 

“Well, well, well, look who's crying now. Big baby.”

You hadn’t realized you were tearing up. You say nothing. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His tone takes a drastic turn when he notices the shift in your mood.

“Nothing, I just love you so much.”

He stares at you blankly for a moment, doe eyes larger than normal, expression unreadable. He lifted the tray out of the bath before reaching over and pausing the long forgotten drama playing on your laptop. Wet hand and all. You would’ve yelled at him if you weren’t so emotional. 

“Come here,” he whispers. Long fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you forward until you’re positioned in his lap. Straddling him. You wrap your arms around his neck on instinct. 

“I’m sorry I was late today… and I’m sorry I missed your graduation.” 

You’re taken back, not really sure of what to make of his seemingly random confession. Jungkook had been invited to New York Fashion Week a month prior. Easily the biggest break in his career thus far. Unfortunately, the dates overlapped with your graduation ceremony. Of course, you had been bummed out, but you would never deprive him of something that monumental. Later that night, you came home to a note on your doorstep and an apartment full of roses. 

Little did you know, that very same night, Jungkook had snuck off into the bathroom during the afterparty. A picture of you in your cap and gown that your mother texted him had his vision blurry. He contemplated jumping on the next flight home. He never told you about that though. 

“Koo, I understand. Your job is important to-”

“You’re important too, though. The most important.” His arms snaked their way around your waist, constricting you to his body. Face to face. Chest to chest. Nipples to nipples.

“I’m just… I’m so proud of you.” Soft, velvet, palms rub down your back, squeezing when they reach your ass. It was an innocent gesture. He was trying to reassure you. But all you could focus on was how good it felt to be touched by him. 

“I love you, you know that?” 

You peep a halfhearted ‘mhm’, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The blonde really suited him. He looked so sexy. You wanted to devour him.

“I wasn’t there for you like I should’ve been in the beginning, so I really try to be there now.” The emotion behind his words was evident. Him dismissing your achievements had been a major point of contention in the early days. He’s changed a lot since then. You want to comfort him, tell him he shouldn’t feel guilty, but the way he shifts in his spot makes his pelvis rub right against your core. 

The teenest tiniest moan slips past your lips.

“__, are you even listening to me?”

If you said yes, it would be a lie. His words were like the abandoned k-drama, white noise. You slide your hands to his cheeks, pressing your forehead against him, inhaling his scent. Overwhelmed by him. Maybe it was because you haven’t had sex in over a week, which was almost unheard of in your relationship. Maybe it was because you’ve never felt more loved and validated by anyone like you did him. Whatever it was, it was turning you on. Fast. 

“I am baby, I just want-”

“You want what?” 

“I want you.” 

“Me?” His warm breath fans across your face. When he speaks, it comes out low, deep, and methodical. He licks his lips, making them glowly and pink. The tip of his tongue dragging against your own. His red nails now digging into your skin. Pupils morphing into a deep black. Pure lust. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.” 

You feel a hard smack against your ass, water splashing over the edge of the tub upon impact. You wince, knowing that tomorrow you will have a Jungkook-shaped sore spot on your bottom. You’re in for it now. The anticipation leaves you dripping. 

“I told you, not tonight,” Jungkook growls, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. “Why don’t you ever listen, huh?”

Another spank. This time even harder. It makes you grip onto his hair, knuckles paling. 

“Why can’t you be good? It’s our anniversary. I wanted to be sweet with you.” He sinks his teeth into your neck, biting down and then sucking. He spanks you again, making you hold onto the edge of the tub to stop yourself from jerking forward. “Now I have to punish you.”

“I like you like this though.” You can’t help the neediness and desperation that’s laced through your voice. 

“Of course you do,” he chuckles, sinfully licking over the mark he created. “You’re so dumb. Such a slut. I can’t even talk to you without you getting horny.” 

“That’s not true,” you whimper. 

“It’s not? Then why are you so wet?” He spreads your cheeks with both hands, middle and ring finger rubbing between your folds, collecting your wetness. He takes a few seconds to barely circle your clit. His touch is light and feathery, teasing. Fuck him and his big hands. He brings them up to your lips, tapping. “Open.”

“But they’re all soapy…”

He hums, knowing you want to be good. He’s willing to compromise. He softly smacks your cheek with an open palm, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side. “What should I do with you then? Hm?”

“I want your fingers,” you say softly, voice coming out muffled from him squeezing your cheeks together. 

“Where?” 

“Inside of me.”

“Where though?”

You huff and wrap your hand around his wrist and pull him off. Your fingers don’t even touch, tiny in comparison. This was what you wanted, practically begged for. However, it still drove you nuts whenever he made you wait, wanting you to articulate every little detail, get you soaked before he even touched you. “I want them in my pussy… your pussy.” You whimper, guiding his hand down to where you wanted him most. Pressing down, you move his fingers against your clit in tight circles. You moan at the contact. “There.”

He takes the hint, rubbing you just the way you like. Slow and sensual. You can’t help the obscene noise ripping through you. 

Jungkook’s fingers dip further down, playing with your entrance, getting them nice and wet, before sneaking in. Moaning loudly, you roll your head back. He always filled you up so good. You can’t help but clench around his fingers, afraid he’ll pull back and leave you stranded. 

He curls them, knowing exactly how to touch to have you pooling into his palm. It feels like heaven. Just when you think the gates are opening, his fingers come to a halt. 

You shoot him an exasperated look. 

“Get yourself off. I know you know how, slut.” Your eyebrows slant and you clench your jaw. He’s a demon. He flashes a crooked bunny smile your way, finding your angry face very adorable. Not intimidating in the slightest. “Go on.”

You place your hands on the sides of the tub, using it as leverage to lift your entire body up. You were going to cum, even if it meant he made you do all the work. Sinking back down, you start fucking yourself on his fingers. Snap your hips up, before going all the way down to his tattooed knuckles. Your knees digging into the porcelain as you form a steady pace. You know they’re going to hurt afterwards, but it felt too fucking good to stop. 

“I told you the manicure was worth it,” you mumble, somehow finding the strength to sass him. It was all part of the game. He loved the fight for dominance, even though you both knew it was something you relinquished willingly. 

If asked what his favorite thing about you was, Jungkook would say your witt. He loved when you smart-mouthed him, put him in his place. You could feel his cock plumping at your words, rubbing between your cheeks with every rut of your hips. 

“Shut up.” He scoots himself further down until he’s leveled with your bouncing chest, careful not to disrupt your movements. He teases your nipple with the tip of his tongue before catching it into his mouth. 

“Fuck, I love it,” you whisper, transitioning to a grind. One of your hands cups the back of his head, holding him close. Your hips rotate, mirroring the swirling of his tongue. Your clit was rubbing against the plush skin of his palm. 

The rosy pink bath water ripples, overflowing and splashing. You didn’t care about the mess on the bathroom floor, not when the mess between your thighs was more important. 

He moans against you, sending a vibration through your sensitive, overworked, nipple. He takes the hardened bud between his teeth, tugging gently and then moving onto the other. 

He starts curling his clean cut fingers with every drag of your leaking cunt, stroking your g-spot expertly, giving you more stimulation. Overstimulating you. “Please, Koo…”

“Already?” 

You nod frantically. All the years spent above you, behind you, and below you made him well aware of your signs. He knew you were close. “I want you to cum. Fuck, you’re so wet,” he sighs, just as desperate as you, turned on by your pleasure. Lips still wrapped around your nipple. It makes your clit throb. 

He abruptly starts thrusting his fingers into you. Your hips still as you lean your entire weight on him, bracing yourself as you reach the point of no return. He makes you cry for the second time when your orgasm hits, leaving you gasping into his ear. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably. His fingers slow, curling deliciously until he milks out every bit of your orgasm. 

You turn onto your side and bury your head into his shoulder as you come down from your high. He leans his cheek against your forehead, rubbing small circles against your lower back. Completely ignoring the flushed, angry cock resting against his lower stomach. Your sweet boy. So sweet that you just couldn’t get enough. 

His rough persona was already starting to fade. Not on your watch. 

You look down, eyeing his pretty pink tip through the bubbles. Pinker than the water. He has the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. It makes you salivate.

You trail your manicured nails down his chest, circling his nipple, running over his solid abdomen, and down to his cock. You rub your index finger against the slit and then stroke his head with your fingertip. “I know you’re tired but… I want more. Wanna lick it.”

He huffs out a laugh and then pecks on the top of your head. He wonders how you could be so cute, yet so naughty and dirty? You feel a tap against your ass, signaling for you to get off of him. 

You wide-eye him when he stands. Droplets of water were running down his body. One gets caught in the dip of his v-line, trickling until it becomes lost in the dark patch of trimmed hair above his shaft. His thick, toned legs flexing as he steps out of the tub. You’re convinced that no matter how much time passes, you’ll still find him breathtaking. 

He mumbles a little ‘be careful’ when he helps you up, watching your feet to make sure they don’t slip. Always looking out for you in small ways. It was a subconscious trait he developed as he grew to love you more than anything or anyone. He tugs you close, looking at you with so much love in his eyes. You crane your neck up, pressing your lips against his. Nothing crazy or sloppy, just a kiss. Kissing Jungkook felt like it always did, warm and comfortable. 

“Alright, knees. Now.”

Asshole.

Interrupting your thoughts, yet again. You frown and look at the tile. The wet tile might you add. “But my knees-”

He grabs your hair, wrapping it around his fist and using it to force you down to your knees. The floor feels gross and cold against your shins.

“You do what I tell you, got it?” From your angle, he looks menacing. He’s peering down at you over that big nose, chest puffed out and red from exertion. The veins in his arm popping out under his inked skin as he held you with an iron grip. You have half a mind to cancel his gym membership.

His big, leaking, cock is standing right in front of you. It was almost intimidating.

You answer him with the most miniscule nod. 

“Use your words.”

“I’ll listen.”

“Look at me when you talk to me.” He doesn't even give you the chance to react, yanking your hair until your face is tilted upwards.

“I’ll listen,” you peep. 

“I go away for a week and you forget everything I taught you? Do I have to train you all over again?” He questions, mocking you.

“Yes, please. I don’t seem to remember,” you challenge, blinking up at him innocently, but so deviously.

“Open,” he commands. You listen, opening wide and sticking your tongue out. He bends at the waist, letting a glob of spit fall from his puckered lips and into your mouth. You swallow immediately, knowing what to do. Obviously well informed of the rules despite your protests.

“Good girl.” Releasing your hair, he brings his fingers to your lips, recalling your refusal to put them in your mouth earlier. “Again.” 

He’s just as devious as you are.

You flick your hair over your shoulders dramatically, hoping he’ll pick up on your annoyance. Squinting in defiance, you take his middle and index finger in your mouth, going all the way down to his knuckles, biting a little. You slide your tongue between them, letting them hit the back of your throat before pulling away. They do taste a bit soapy, but you suppose a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

He shoves them back in before you move away entirely, making you choke. “I don’t think you’re ready for me. Gotta stretch you out first, don’t I baby?” He scissors his fingers, testing your gag reflex. Taunting you. You inhale and pinch your eyes shut, wanting to prove him wrong. You even bob your head a little, taking them in deeper. He lets out a shaky breath, clearly affected by your actions, exiting your drooling mouth. 

Nimble fingers wrap around his cock, using your spit to slick himself up. He squeezes right under the crown. Both of you watch in awe as a drop of precum oozes out. He shuffles closer to you, jaw going slack as he peers down at you. It looks like he’s contemplating something. Whatever it was, he better get going because if you have to wait even lo-

You gasp as his cock swings into your cheek with a loud thud. The heaviness makes you flinch. He pauses, expecting you to reprimand him. He did just smack you with his dick. To his surprise, you don’t say anything. In fact, you appear to be even more turned on than before, fluttering your lashes at him. Asking for more.

He makes a content noise, continuing to tap the tip against your face, watching as a sticky string of precum forms. “God, you’re so whipped baby. Why do you let me treat you like this?”

It was a rhetorical question, but you answer anyway. “Because I love you.”

“You love me?” He smiles, rigid expression softening for a second, pleased with your answer. “You love my dick. It’s all you think about. I bet when I was away you all you did was sit in bed with a wet pussy. Waiting for me to come home and fuck you.” 

You can’t help but wonder if that was a freudian slip. If he was still beating himself up for missing out on your graduation, mentioning it with no context or explanation. It makes your heart hurt, but that was a conversation for tomorrow morning. Tonight, you were going to do whatever you could to distract him.

Wetness touches your bottom lip. He rubs the head of his penis against you, smearing precum on your lips. He coos, mocking your compliance and submission. Sexually humiliating you is one of his favorite activities. You let him, even puckering your lips to sneak in a few kisses here and there. The light touches make him groan. “You gonna let me fuck that mouth, sweetheart?”

“Hm... I dunno.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

No answer.

“Are you going to put it in your mouth or what?” He scoffs, gnawing on his bottom lip. His right brow twitches. His forehead pulls in a bit. The irritated flicks in features already visible. 

You shrug nonchalantly. Internally, you were jumping for joy. He’s so fucking easy to manipulate. Right in the palm of your hand like putty, moldable into any shape you want. Any version of him you desire. 

His cock is angry too. Bright red and dripping. Needing to be touched. Craving you. Your mouth. Your pussy.

It jumps when you wrap your hand around it. So touch starved. Your pace is devastatingly lethargic, grip loose, not firm the way you know he loves and wants. His foreskin moves with you, rolling back and forth over his begging tip. So needy and wet. You wondered if the people next door could hear the nasty gushy noises his cock made as you jerked it.

You lean forward and lap at his slit. Airy kitten licks that provide barely any sensation to his greedy cock. One after the other. You feel his stare burning into your skin. He’s watching you, nostrils flaring as he grows impatient and agitated. You arch your back, giving him a clear view of your perky ass, before you start shaking and bouncing it. Teasing him.

“Enough, __!” He seethes, fisting your hair and bucking his hips with so much vigor that he stumbles forward. His cock shoves past your lips and down your throat. He catches himself by slamming a hand against the wall-mounted mirror in front of him, leaving a small crack in the middle. The neighbors definitely heard that one, but you were too far gone to care. 

The jolt sends you falling back on your butt, landing on the fluffy area rug in front of the sink. Atleast you were comfortable now. You always win one way or another.

Your legs are now laying flat between his, knees knocked together. Trapped between Jungkook and the sleek black wood of the integrated sink behind you. You're pressed against his pelvis, the soft hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nostrils.

Initially, you gag around him. Spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin after a few dauntingly long seconds. Your chest heaves as you struggle to adjust to the sudden intrusion. There’s a natural urge to push him away. Your matching red nails digging into his thighs as you try to shove him off of you.

“You’re okay.” He doesn’t let up. Feet firmly planted on either side of you. “Breathe. You can take it.”

With tears streaming down your cheeks, you inhale and exhale through your nose, regaining your composure. Determined to be good for him. 

When he touches you, it’s delicate and gentle, pushing your damp hair back. Fingers working their way through a few tangles. He cups your cheek, brushing away your stray tears. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

You nod, making the tip of his cock rub against the back of your throat. Your mouth is warm and moist, like a sauna that’s sole purpose was to make him nut. The sensation makes him grunt. He brings his opposite hand down, holding your head still before taking a shallow thrust. Only giving you half of his length and then pulling back. Testing the waters. 

Glancing up at him with watery eyes, you meet him halfway, hollowing your cheeks. Your throat feels raw but his cock tastes phenomenal. Clean and sugary. Not a day goes by where you don’t thank the stars for blessing you with a man who eats fairly healthy and follows a strict hygiene regimen. 

Your nose is running a little. Jungkook notices before you do. His shoulders rise up with laughter, wiping it away with his big thumb. “So gross, baby. So cute.” It was gross, but you weren’t embarrassed, not with him.

Your jaw goes slack as you accept more of his cock, relaxing into the feeling. He picks up the pace, basking in view of his glossy cock dragging against your lips. You’re a vision. So beautiful to him. The disgusting wet noises your throat makes when he pulls away are deafening. He loves the way you gag when he pushes back in.

Jungkook has always been a bit quiet during sex, minus the dirty talk, of course. Never one to make obnoxious, pornographic sounds. He left that to you. You didn’t mind though. You can’t help but hum around him, loud and vulgar, when you hear his low grunts, knowing you’ve earned them. 

Your hands rub at his smooth, hairless thighs, feeling the muscles underneath clench and unclench, pulling his skin taut. He made the impromptu decision to get them waxed while his nails were drying under the UV light. ‘For shoots and stuff… It’s in nowadays’ he had snapped at you when you questioned his choice. Your palms make their way behind him, gripping his ass and pulling, wanting more of his cock.

“Mhm, it’s yours, baby. Take it.” He licks his lips and nods, looking at you with hooded lustful eyes, flicking his hair away so he can watch. “Tight little mouth…”

His voice sounded fucked out, so turned on. His head rolls off to the side like he doesn’t have the strength to support it anymore. All of the energy being sucked out of him, literally and figuratively. 

His hand cups the back of your head, thrusting every inch of his cock into your mouth. Holding you in place. His nose scrunches up and his brows knit together, cute dimple poking out as he bites the inside of his cheek. You hum, swaying your head from side to side. 

“Stop, m’ gonna cum,” he groans, attempting to pull you off. You’re persistent though, clinging onto him, keeping him snug inside of you.

“Ah, no- stop,” he whimpers in a high pitched voice you’ve never heard before. It was so desperate it made you clench around nothing. You feel him twitch in your mouth, hips jerking away like the pleasure is too much. He’s so deep that he can feel your tongue flat against his balls, licking and drooling down them. 

You pull off with a pop when you decide he’s had enough. 

“Fuck you,” he says through a laugh. He reaches his hands up, running them over his face to calm himself down. “You were going to make me cum before we even fucked.”

There’s a translucent strand of spit connecting his penis to your mouth. You swallow, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. A fit of coughs erupt through your chest. Booming and rough, before fading into a string of mischievous giggles. You feel delirious and light headed. He mumbles something about how well you took him, about how you were so good. You don’t really know. You can’t really focus at the moment.

You press your cheek against Jungkook’s leg, beaming up at him. So infatuated with him. So in love. High off endorphins and serotonin. 

“Stop laughing!” He shouts playfully, guiding you to your feet and pressing you against the marble countertop. He kisses your cheek before burrowing his head into your shoulder. “You’re fucking bonkers, babe.”

“Me? You fully broke the mirror!” 

“Huh?”

You twist in his arms, giggling madly as you crane your neck awkwardly to look at the mirror behind you. “It’s right…,” you look around, trying to scope out the crack, pressing your fingertip to it when you find it, “here!” There’s already tiny fragments missing, exposing the wooden frame underneath. You leave a smudge on the dewy glass when you pull away. 

He deadpans you, jaw dropping open like he’s just received tragic and unexpected news. The modeling definitely upped his acting capabilities, making him animated and theatrical over the most mundane things. You guess it’s somewhat justified in this situation.

Black irises flicker to you, then the mirror, then back to you. His hand clamps over his open mouth. “What the fuck, __?”

“Don’t blame me! You were the one that broke it.” You shout back, very amused by his reaction.

“Yeah, but you should’ve at least said something,” he states like it’s the most obvious and certain thing in the world. His arms are outstretched, palms facing you, looking at you like you’re missing brain cells for not comprehending his thought process. One hand drops against his side in disbelief. The other wraps around his dick, giving it a languid pump. 

You roll your eyes. He’s such a boy.

“It’s not even that big of a deal,” you mumble, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear. He can’t stand having his hair in his face, constantly stealing your hair ties and losing them on sets, at the gym, and basically where else he goes. The wispy ones at his hairline are sticking to his clammy skin. “What are they gonna do, arrest us?” Now it’s your turn to question his logic, exaggerating your words and moving your neck around like a bobble head.

“No… but we’re going to have to pay for it.”

“Oh, whatever. I’ll pay.”

“Shut up, no you won’t,” he says sternly, twirling his index finger in a circle. “Turn around before I lose my boner.” 

You do as he says, turning around to face the mirror. It’s so blurry that all you can see in it is two silhouettes amongst the condensation. Good. It saves you the embarrassment of looking at yourself. You know you look crazy and disheveled. You can already picture it in your head. Hair tangled, lips swollen, tear stained cheeks, lashes clumped together.

You bend over the counter, upper body pressing into the marble slab. It’s cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the hot, stuffy atmosphere of the bathroom. It sends a piercing shock down your spine when your nipples touch the surface. You turn your head to the side, cheeks squished.

Perking your ass up, you wait patiently for his cock. Your glistening folds are on full display for him, so enticing and sweet. He spreads your ass with both hands, catching a glimpse of your puckering hole. You’re messy there too, arousal from your pussy having trickled down throughout the night. You looked so appetizing. He’s spent countless hours of his life buried in your pussy, lapping up your juices, breathing you in with his nose smushed into your clit. Jungkook would die a happy man knowing he got to experience the taste of you. 

“Kook, please hur-” Your words are cut short by a loud cry when you feel his mouth on you instead. Wet muscle tickling your clit before dragging through your entrance. It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, flat tongue dipping into you. His plump lips close after each lick, creating these soft smacking noises that send you into overdrive. 

His tongue trails up, circling around your other hole. You squeal.

“I can’t take so much- I can’t ta- just fuck me already,” you cry out. You reach your hand back, searching to ground yourself, wanting to touch him. He intertwines your fingers with his, snickering as he gets back up. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss is placed on your shoulder. They make a warm stream from the back of your neck to your tailbone. He takes his time, pressing kisses on every part of your skin. The tender moment makes you dizzy. 

“I’m sorry baby, you just- I’m so fucked up right now.”  He felt jittery and sensitive. Needing you as much as you needed him. “I’ll do anything you want- anything for you.”

You grind your hips back, needy for his cock. “I want you inside me. Fill me up.”

The sound of your voice has him weak. He didn’t need any more convincing, letting go of your hand and bending at the knees to align himself with your aching core. He spits on his cock, spreading it around your hungry core with the head. It wasn’t necessary, but a little extra lubrication never hurt anyone. 

He grabs your ass, pulling a cheek aside, wanting to see everything. A front row seat to his favorite show. He knows he’s going to just slide right in with how drenched you were. 

He stuffs himself in, catching you off guard with the lack of preparation, giving you his entire length on the first push. The arch of your back sucked his cock in so deep that you felt it in your stomach. You felt so full, so stretched. Like he was made to be inside of you. Your mouth opens wide with a silent scream, clawing at the countertop, needing to cling onto something. Anything. Your fingertips hurt as they press into the marble. 

Jungkook’s eyes are locked on the way your pussy just engulfs his cock. It tries to suck him back in when he pulls away, like it doesn’t want him to leave. Like it’s your life force. If he withdraws, your body will surely wither away into a pile of little pink sparkles. 

“Can you just-” he grunts, wrapping his colorful arm under your hips and lifting, making your parted thighs come together. “Yeah, like that… so tight like this.”

“Mhm, feels so good like this Koo,” you purr in agreement. The fit is more snug than before. You can feel every ridge of his shaft against your walls. Every vein. It makes your toes curl into the soft shag carpet beneath you. 

Chills rush through your limbs when he starts to snap his hips into you. There’s intent behind his thrusts. Pulling all the way back, leaving only the very tip of his cock inside of you. Watching as your cunt clenchs around it. Loving how your arousal turns milky, leaving his dick so wet and creamy. Then, he plunges all the way in. You let out little ‘mmm’ noises when his hips meet yours, breasts jiggling wildly underneath you. 

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth. He slows down for a moment, smushing his pelvis flush against your ass and swiveling his hips in a circle. It’s obvious that he’s trying not to cum. 

“Me either, it’s okay,” you tell him, placing your palms flat and pushing your body up. Determined to get him off, you start throwing your ass back, using all your might to work his cock in and out of you. Skin slapping against skin. 

“Don’t.” He places one palm on your hip, halting your movements. The other goes to your shoulder, pushing you back down. “Lift your leg up,” he orders, pointing to the ledge of the sink, showing you exactly what he wants you to do. 

This was something he did often. Whenever you two had sex, Jungkook put you in all kinds of bendy positions. He loved folded you like a pretzel while he fucked you. In his words, putting you in simple, uncomplicated positions was ‘wasted potential.’ He was hell-bent on putting your flexibility to good use. 

Picking your knee up and placing it on the sink makes his cock slip out. You hear a hushed ‘fuck’ escape his lips. He’s quick to guide himself back to your drippy center. He’s so deep you feel like you’re going to vomit. Your eyes roll back, squeezing shut when you feel tears prick at the outer corners. You’ve cried way too much in the past hour… 

“Stay still, let me take care of you.” You couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you. If you’re being honest, his dick usually left you dazed and confused. But his voice sounded broken. Almost like he was on the verge of falling apart.

Without warning, he rests his entire weight on you, smashing his chest to your back. The stretch was uncomfortable, but the warmth radiating off of him was overpowering. 

“I want to make you feel good,” he fucking whimpers as his hand snakes between your bodies. He uses his ring and index finger to spread you open, middle finger massaging your clit. He nudges your head to the side, making room for him to nuzzle into your neck. “I want to be good for you- to you. I don’t want to miss anymore, please- don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.” 

He’s plowing into you with so much force, trying to emphasize what he means. You know what he means. What was that myth again? Something about being able to feel your soulmate's pain?

You never thought it was possible to feel devastation and euphoria simultaneously, but that’s exactly how you feel at the moment.

You need to see him. You reach your trembling hand to the mirror. The fog melts under your touch. You wipe your hand back and forth until he’s visible. Even streaky and distorted, he's still absolutely gorgeous. “Jungkook, look at me.”

He lifts his head, peeking through blonde curtains to meet your eyes in the reflection. They’re dark and glassy. You see nothing but raw emotion swimming in them. Pure love. His cheeks are tinged red. 

“Don’t cry, baby,” you sigh, ignoring your own words as wetness finally spills over your waterline. Crying because he’s touching you just right, bringing you closer and closer to climax, but also because you love him. So fucking much. 

The pit in your stomach keeps growing. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly. You shake and convulse under him. You’ve never felt so good.

“I love you,” he groans, confession sounding heavenly in your ears as his thrusts become sloppy and hopeless. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.” You turn your head, nose knocking into his as you tangle your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Kiss me, kiss me, I love you so much,” you plead, voice cracking. 

He does. Lips crashing into yours, meshing together perfectly. Tongues twisting together, still tasting like one another. You sob into his mouth, tugging on his thick strands as your orgasm hits you full force. Pleasure is felt in every inch of your body, from your toes to the very tip top of your scalp. 

Jungkook cums with you. Cute face scrunching up as he paints your walls in hot white. He gives you everything, thrusting into you until he’s completely empty. Cumming so much that it overflows around his cock and spills down your thigh. 

A sequence of serendipitous events that leave you warm and comfortable.

Both of you are sticky with cum, sweat, tears, spit, and probably every other bodily fluid that exists. You should clean up, but neither of you make an effort to move. Too exhausted. Too peaceful. 

Closing your eyes, you relish in the feeling of his chest expanding and contracting. Instead of listening to the ticks of the clock on your right, you listen to his breathing. It’s rough and sporadic at first, but as the minutes pass by, it becomes calm and even. You can feel his heartbeat against your back. You’re surrounded by him. 

Light touches trail over your shoulders and down your arms until they reach your palms. He laces his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. Bringing the left one to his mouth, he places exactly four kisses against it. The last kiss is longer and more meaningful than the rest. You smile to yourself. Four years ago, you would’ve never imagined that your relationship with Jungkook would look like this. Loving, happy, and healthy. 

He turns your hand over, placing it against his cheek. Your sweet boy. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him, voice hoarse. You feel him shake his head. You hum, needing to say one more thing before you drop the issue. “I just want you to know that I love you. You have no reason to feel guilty. I’d rather have you with me mentally and emotionally than physically, you know?”

He nods, placing a wet peck to your temple this time. 

“Alright, get out of me. Your dick is limp and you’re sweaty.”

He lets out an airy laugh, mouth still pressed against your skin. Your grimace when he pulls out of you, cum already oozing out. Yuck. 

It was alright though. You couldn’t think of a better way to end your anniversary than taking a hot shower with him. You lift yourself off the counter, bones cracking. Legs aching. Worn out and exhausted. You were excited to slip under the crisp white sheets with him, fall asleep with your head on his chest. The perfect pillow. That sounded wonderful. 

Your shower was interrupted by a loud banging at the door. Jungkook looked at you confused and wide eyed, hoping out with impeccable speed as he scrambled to put a robe on. You groan, who the fuck would show up to your hotel room at 11:17 p.m.?

Hotel security. That’s who. 

There had been a total of eight noise complaints. All coming from the same floor. 

They weren’t too happy about the mirror either.

Needless to say, you and Jungkook spent the remainder of your anniversary in a shitty motel. 

© chryblossomjjk 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost]

why is this the best imagine i have ever read 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

the smut mixed with the right amount of fluff and angst 🫣

ALSO “the smut sucks” LITERALLY WHERE???

the talent is *chefs kiss*

🫶🫶🫶

imagine | jjk (m)

→pairing: model!jk x reader

→genre: established relationship, smut, fluff, angst if you squint

→word count: 7.5k

→rating: nc-17

→warnings: literally everything don’t read this lol. dom jk, bratty sub reader, mentions of relationship issues, alcohol use, degrading, titty sucking, spanking, gentle face smacking w hand and penis, rough sex turned to luv making, fingering, blowjob, face fucking, spitting, brief pussy eating and (here’s the kicker) ass licking, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don’t u dare), creampie, snot play (kidding ew kook just wipes reader’s nose they’re in love shh), hotel bathroom sex lets goooo! jk is mean but loves reader so so much, sappy and corny at points

→summary: Jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching TV shows. You, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind. 

→notes: this is my first time writing fanfic so please be gentle with me. i know the smut is not the best. i really struggled with it, definitely not a natural when it comes to writing sexi time. i kinda love every other part of this BUT the smut which sucks because it's like… 70% smut. i tried my best yall. hopefully it will get better with time! feedback is very much appreciated. i hope you enjoy it i love u bye!!

“I can’t believe she’s still with this fucking guy. He’s such a prick…” Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head a little before shoveling another bite of pad thai into his mouth. 

God, he was beautiful. His skin was pink and dewy, eyes glistening as he focused on the k-drama you had been begging him to watch with you all week. Ironically, he was more into it than you were. The show playing on your laptop, which you had very cleverly propped up on the toilet in front of you, only acting as background noise for the true entertainment of the night. Him. 

You felt a wave of warmth rush over you as you watched him. That sticky sweet feeling you get when you love someone. Everything felt warm, inside and out. The shimmery water surrounding you, adorn with bubbles and rose petals, was warm and floral scented. The dim light from the candles you had set up gave the hotel bathroom a warm, saturated glow. The takeout he ordered was still hot on the bamboo tray between the two of you. His fingers, wrapped around a pair of chopsticks as he ate the leftovers from your plate, were painted a fiery shade of red. 

You smiled to yourself, remembering how easy it had been to manipulate him into getting a manicure with you. “I find it sooo sexy when guys paint their nails”, you had told him on a summer day last week, swirling your tongue around a popsicle before suckling on the tip, looking him dead in the eyes. The very next morning he scheduled a dual appointment at your favorite salon. 

Everything felt warm and comfortable.

Feeling you watching him, Jungkook turns his attention to you. The damp ends of his blonde hair were frizzy, sticking out awkwardly around his head like a misshapen halo. He squints his doe eyes when they meet yours. There was eyeliner smudged around the outer corners, leftover from the shoot earlier in the day. He was a mess, but he never looked more angelic.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says playfully through a mouthful of noodles. It was an obnoxious habit. Disgusting when others did it, but somehow adorable when he did. “I thought you wanted to watch this.” 

“I thought you didn’t, but I’ve seen you tear up at least three times and we’re only on the fourth episode. You’re far too invested, Koo.” 

“I am not,” he whines, “and they added too much cilantro, it’s making my eyes water.”

You giggle and reach your foot out, softly kicking his leg underneath the water. He levels you with a faux sniffle and pout, before reaching his tattooed arm out of the bath and grabbing the bottle of red wine on the floor next to him. He had room service deliver it while you were running the bath, knowing you would complain about the price. Even after all these years together, even though he was more than financially capable of doing so, you still felt uncomfortable with him spending money on you. That never seemed to stop him though.

“Here baby, have some more wine,” he coos, pouring the crimson liquid into your glass, filling up his own, and then placing the bottle back in its spot on the ground. His eyes crinkle again as he takes you in. This time it isn’t out of annoyance. It’s one of those smiles that reaches his pupils before it trickles down the rest of his face. “You look so beautiful right now.”

Your hair is in a messy bun. You have no makeup on. You trail your gaze down to your bare breasts, nipples poking out from behind the bubbles. “You’re only saying that because my tits are out.”

He looks down at your chest and hums in agreement, not inconspicuous in the slightest... 

You tut your tongue, motioning towards his torso. “I don’t know, your tits are bigger than mine these days.” It was a stretch. But not by much. He had been spending a lot more time at the gym recently, trying to grow his frame in preparation for the more provocative jobs he’s been landing. 

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that slide, quickly reaching over and pinching a nipple in retaliation. The audacity. The offending hand retreats before you can swat it away. 

“Ow!” You wince, jutting your bottom lip out very dramatically in an attempt to make him feel bad. He didn’t, the little brat. The faint stinging in your poor nipple was nothing compared to what your body normally endured after a night in the sheets with him. It was all welcome though. You both loved to indulge in that side of him once in a while. 

He lets out one of those high pitched laughs. The one he makes after does something naughty. More of a squeal than anything else. Your favorite. So cute that you can’t bring yourself to scold him further when he spills a little wine into the bathtub.

“Don’t be a brat. Tonight is not the night.” Hm. Touché. 

As much as you would love to keep going, riling him up to the point where he couldn’t help destroy you, you decide against it… for now, atleast. You know he’s tired. This morning, his angry grumbling and fussing with the covers stirred you awake before sunrise. His photoshoot lasted longer than projected, showing up to your hotel room two hours late with a panicked look on his face. He loved his job, but it undoubtedly took a toll on him. 

“I’ll be good. See?” You raise your glass, clinking it with his. “To us!” 

“To us,” he agrees sternly, plump lips pulling into a grin as he nods his head with purpose. “Happy anniversary, my love.” 

Just like that, it’s been four years. Four years of you. Four years with him. 

You can’t help but reflect on your relationship as you sip the alcohol. It burns as it goes down your throat, but tastes so divine when it hits your tongue. Duality.

Although pure and true, your relationship with Jungkook has been far from perfect. The beginning was rocky. You had just started college and were in shambles, uncertain of what you wanted for your future. You weren’t ready for a relationship; too insecure to let him into your heart. Jungkook’s heart had always been big and accessible, however, his ego was even bigger. It came with the territory. He was just breaking into the modeling industry when you first met. He always felt like he had to prove something to the world. A bit arrogant even. These distinct differences between the two of you ignited explosive arguments, leaving you both burned and in tears. 

However, even in the darkness of night there is the promise of daylight. And even when the sun sets again in the evening, it leaves behind a paradise of colors, making it known that it will come back in the morning. Underneath all the fire, was a spark. At the end of the day, despite all the bullshit, you loved each other deeply. Eventually, you learned how to manage the differences. You communicated so effectively that you had grown to love those previously unbearable qualities in one another. The relationship aged like fine wine. The flames were no longer scorching, just warm and comfortable. 

Here you are, four years later. Spending your anniversary in a bathroom, with subpar takeout, because simply being together was a celebration enough. 

“Well, well, well, look who's crying now. Big baby.”

You hadn’t realized you were tearing up. You say nothing. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His tone takes a drastic turn when he notices the shift in your mood.

“Nothing, I just love you so much.”

He stares at you blankly for a moment, doe eyes larger than normal, expression unreadable. He lifted the tray out of the bath before reaching over and pausing the long forgotten drama playing on your laptop. Wet hand and all. You would’ve yelled at him if you weren’t so emotional. 

“Come here,” he whispers. Long fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you forward until you’re positioned in his lap. Straddling him. You wrap your arms around his neck on instinct. 

“I’m sorry I was late today… and I’m sorry I missed your graduation.” 

You’re taken back, not really sure of what to make of his seemingly random confession. Jungkook had been invited to New York Fashion Week a month prior. Easily the biggest break in his career thus far. Unfortunately, the dates overlapped with your graduation ceremony. Of course, you had been bummed out, but you would never deprive him of something that monumental. Later that night, you came home to a note on your doorstep and an apartment full of roses. 

Little did you know, that very same night, Jungkook had snuck off into the bathroom during the afterparty. A picture of you in your cap and gown that your mother texted him had his vision blurry. He contemplated jumping on the next flight home. He never told you about that though. 

“Koo, I understand. Your job is important to-”

“You’re important too, though. The most important.” His arms snaked their way around your waist, constricting you to his body. Face to face. Chest to chest. Nipples to nipples.

“I’m just… I’m so proud of you.” Soft, velvet, palms rub down your back, squeezing when they reach your ass. It was an innocent gesture. He was trying to reassure you. But all you could focus on was how good it felt to be touched by him. 

“I love you, you know that?” 

You peep a halfhearted ‘mhm’, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The blonde really suited him. He looked so sexy. You wanted to devour him.

“I wasn’t there for you like I should’ve been in the beginning, so I really try to be there now.” The emotion behind his words was evident. Him dismissing your achievements had been a major point of contention in the early days. He’s changed a lot since then. You want to comfort him, tell him he shouldn’t feel guilty, but the way he shifts in his spot makes his pelvis rub right against your core. 

The teenest tiniest moan slips past your lips.

“__, are you even listening to me?”

If you said yes, it would be a lie. His words were like the abandoned k-drama, white noise. You slide your hands to his cheeks, pressing your forehead against him, inhaling his scent. Overwhelmed by him. Maybe it was because you haven’t had sex in over a week, which was almost unheard of in your relationship. Maybe it was because you’ve never felt more loved and validated by anyone like you did him. Whatever it was, it was turning you on. Fast. 

“I am baby, I just want-”

“You want what?” 

“I want you.” 

“Me?” His warm breath fans across your face. When he speaks, it comes out low, deep, and methodical. He licks his lips, making them glowly and pink. The tip of his tongue dragging against your own. His red nails now digging into your skin. Pupils morphing into a deep black. Pure lust. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.” 

You feel a hard smack against your ass, water splashing over the edge of the tub upon impact. You wince, knowing that tomorrow you will have a Jungkook-shaped sore spot on your bottom. You’re in for it now. The anticipation leaves you dripping. 

“I told you, not tonight,” Jungkook growls, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. “Why don’t you ever listen, huh?”

Another spank. This time even harder. It makes you grip onto his hair, knuckles paling. 

“Why can’t you be good? It’s our anniversary. I wanted to be sweet with you.” He sinks his teeth into your neck, biting down and then sucking. He spanks you again, making you hold onto the edge of the tub to stop yourself from jerking forward. “Now I have to punish you.”

“I like you like this though.” You can’t help the neediness and desperation that’s laced through your voice. 

“Of course you do,” he chuckles, sinfully licking over the mark he created. “You’re so dumb. Such a slut. I can’t even talk to you without you getting horny.” 

“That’s not true,” you whimper. 

“It’s not? Then why are you so wet?” He spreads your cheeks with both hands, middle and ring finger rubbing between your folds, collecting your wetness. He takes a few seconds to barely circle your clit. His touch is light and feathery, teasing. Fuck him and his big hands. He brings them up to your lips, tapping. “Open.”

“But they’re all soapy…”

He hums, knowing you want to be good. He’s willing to compromise. He softly smacks your cheek with an open palm, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side. “What should I do with you then? Hm?”

“I want your fingers,” you say softly, voice coming out muffled from him squeezing your cheeks together. 

“Where?” 

“Inside of me.”

“Where though?”

You huff and wrap your hand around his wrist and pull him off. Your fingers don’t even touch, tiny in comparison. This was what you wanted, practically begged for. However, it still drove you nuts whenever he made you wait, wanting you to articulate every little detail, get you soaked before he even touched you. “I want them in my pussy… your pussy.” You whimper, guiding his hand down to where you wanted him most. Pressing down, you move his fingers against your clit in tight circles. You moan at the contact. “There.”

He takes the hint, rubbing you just the way you like. Slow and sensual. You can’t help the obscene noise ripping through you. 

Jungkook’s fingers dip further down, playing with your entrance, getting them nice and wet, before sneaking in. Moaning loudly, you roll your head back. He always filled you up so good. You can’t help but clench around his fingers, afraid he’ll pull back and leave you stranded. 

He curls them, knowing exactly how to touch to have you pooling into his palm. It feels like heaven. Just when you think the gates are opening, his fingers come to a halt. 

You shoot him an exasperated look. 

“Get yourself off. I know you know how, slut.” Your eyebrows slant and you clench your jaw. He’s a demon. He flashes a crooked bunny smile your way, finding your angry face very adorable. Not intimidating in the slightest. “Go on.”

You place your hands on the sides of the tub, using it as leverage to lift your entire body up. You were going to cum, even if it meant he made you do all the work. Sinking back down, you start fucking yourself on his fingers. Snap your hips up, before going all the way down to his tattooed knuckles. Your knees digging into the porcelain as you form a steady pace. You know they’re going to hurt afterwards, but it felt too fucking good to stop. 

“I told you the manicure was worth it,” you mumble, somehow finding the strength to sass him. It was all part of the game. He loved the fight for dominance, even though you both knew it was something you relinquished willingly. 

If asked what his favorite thing about you was, Jungkook would say your witt. He loved when you smart-mouthed him, put him in his place. You could feel his cock plumping at your words, rubbing between your cheeks with every rut of your hips. 

“Shut up.” He scoots himself further down until he’s leveled with your bouncing chest, careful not to disrupt your movements. He teases your nipple with the tip of his tongue before catching it into his mouth. 

“Fuck, I love it,” you whisper, transitioning to a grind. One of your hands cups the back of his head, holding him close. Your hips rotate, mirroring the swirling of his tongue. Your clit was rubbing against the plush skin of his palm. 

The rosy pink bath water ripples, overflowing and splashing. You didn’t care about the mess on the bathroom floor, not when the mess between your thighs was more important. 

He moans against you, sending a vibration through your sensitive, overworked, nipple. He takes the hardened bud between his teeth, tugging gently and then moving onto the other. 

He starts curling his clean cut fingers with every drag of your leaking cunt, stroking your g-spot expertly, giving you more stimulation. Overstimulating you. “Please, Koo…”

“Already?” 

You nod frantically. All the years spent above you, behind you, and below you made him well aware of your signs. He knew you were close. “I want you to cum. Fuck, you’re so wet,” he sighs, just as desperate as you, turned on by your pleasure. Lips still wrapped around your nipple. It makes your clit throb. 

He abruptly starts thrusting his fingers into you. Your hips still as you lean your entire weight on him, bracing yourself as you reach the point of no return. He makes you cry for the second time when your orgasm hits, leaving you gasping into his ear. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably. His fingers slow, curling deliciously until he milks out every bit of your orgasm. 

You turn onto your side and bury your head into his shoulder as you come down from your high. He leans his cheek against your forehead, rubbing small circles against your lower back. Completely ignoring the flushed, angry cock resting against his lower stomach. Your sweet boy. So sweet that you just couldn’t get enough. 

His rough persona was already starting to fade. Not on your watch. 

You look down, eyeing his pretty pink tip through the bubbles. Pinker than the water. He has the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. It makes you salivate.

You trail your manicured nails down his chest, circling his nipple, running over his solid abdomen, and down to his cock. You rub your index finger against the slit and then stroke his head with your fingertip. “I know you’re tired but… I want more. Wanna lick it.”

He huffs out a laugh and then pecks on the top of your head. He wonders how you could be so cute, yet so naughty and dirty? You feel a tap against your ass, signaling for you to get off of him. 

You wide-eye him when he stands. Droplets of water were running down his body. One gets caught in the dip of his v-line, trickling until it becomes lost in the dark patch of trimmed hair above his shaft. His thick, toned legs flexing as he steps out of the tub. You’re convinced that no matter how much time passes, you’ll still find him breathtaking. 

He mumbles a little ‘be careful’ when he helps you up, watching your feet to make sure they don’t slip. Always looking out for you in small ways. It was a subconscious trait he developed as he grew to love you more than anything or anyone. He tugs you close, looking at you with so much love in his eyes. You crane your neck up, pressing your lips against his. Nothing crazy or sloppy, just a kiss. Kissing Jungkook felt like it always did, warm and comfortable. 

“Alright, knees. Now.”

Asshole.

Interrupting your thoughts, yet again. You frown and look at the tile. The wet tile might you add. “But my knees-”

He grabs your hair, wrapping it around his fist and using it to force you down to your knees. The floor feels gross and cold against your shins.

“You do what I tell you, got it?” From your angle, he looks menacing. He’s peering down at you over that big nose, chest puffed out and red from exertion. The veins in his arm popping out under his inked skin as he held you with an iron grip. You have half a mind to cancel his gym membership.

His big, leaking, cock is standing right in front of you. It was almost intimidating.

You answer him with the most miniscule nod. 

“Use your words.”

“I’ll listen.”

“Look at me when you talk to me.” He doesn't even give you the chance to react, yanking your hair until your face is tilted upwards.

“I’ll listen,” you peep. 

“I go away for a week and you forget everything I taught you? Do I have to train you all over again?” He questions, mocking you.

“Yes, please. I don’t seem to remember,” you challenge, blinking up at him innocently, but so deviously.

“Open,” he commands. You listen, opening wide and sticking your tongue out. He bends at the waist, letting a glob of spit fall from his puckered lips and into your mouth. You swallow immediately, knowing what to do. Obviously well informed of the rules despite your protests.

“Good girl.” Releasing your hair, he brings his fingers to your lips, recalling your refusal to put them in your mouth earlier. “Again.” 

He’s just as devious as you are.

You flick your hair over your shoulders dramatically, hoping he’ll pick up on your annoyance. Squinting in defiance, you take his middle and index finger in your mouth, going all the way down to his knuckles, biting a little. You slide your tongue between them, letting them hit the back of your throat before pulling away. They do taste a bit soapy, but you suppose a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

He shoves them back in before you move away entirely, making you choke. “I don’t think you’re ready for me. Gotta stretch you out first, don’t I baby?” He scissors his fingers, testing your gag reflex. Taunting you. You inhale and pinch your eyes shut, wanting to prove him wrong. You even bob your head a little, taking them in deeper. He lets out a shaky breath, clearly affected by your actions, exiting your drooling mouth. 

Nimble fingers wrap around his cock, using your spit to slick himself up. He squeezes right under the crown. Both of you watch in awe as a drop of precum oozes out. He shuffles closer to you, jaw going slack as he peers down at you. It looks like he’s contemplating something. Whatever it was, he better get going because if you have to wait even lo-

You gasp as his cock swings into your cheek with a loud thud. The heaviness makes you flinch. He pauses, expecting you to reprimand him. He did just smack you with his dick. To his surprise, you don’t say anything. In fact, you appear to be even more turned on than before, fluttering your lashes at him. Asking for more.

He makes a content noise, continuing to tap the tip against your face, watching as a sticky string of precum forms. “God, you’re so whipped baby. Why do you let me treat you like this?”

It was a rhetorical question, but you answer anyway. “Because I love you.”

“You love me?” He smiles, rigid expression softening for a second, pleased with your answer. “You love my dick. It’s all you think about. I bet when I was away you all you did was sit in bed with a wet pussy. Waiting for me to come home and fuck you.” 

You can’t help but wonder if that was a freudian slip. If he was still beating himself up for missing out on your graduation, mentioning it with no context or explanation. It makes your heart hurt, but that was a conversation for tomorrow morning. Tonight, you were going to do whatever you could to distract him.

Wetness touches your bottom lip. He rubs the head of his penis against you, smearing precum on your lips. He coos, mocking your compliance and submission. Sexually humiliating you is one of his favorite activities. You let him, even puckering your lips to sneak in a few kisses here and there. The light touches make him groan. “You gonna let me fuck that mouth, sweetheart?”

“Hm... I dunno.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

No answer.

“Are you going to put it in your mouth or what?” He scoffs, gnawing on his bottom lip. His right brow twitches. His forehead pulls in a bit. The irritated flicks in features already visible. 

You shrug nonchalantly. Internally, you were jumping for joy. He’s so fucking easy to manipulate. Right in the palm of your hand like putty, moldable into any shape you want. Any version of him you desire. 

His cock is angry too. Bright red and dripping. Needing to be touched. Craving you. Your mouth. Your pussy.

It jumps when you wrap your hand around it. So touch starved. Your pace is devastatingly lethargic, grip loose, not firm the way you know he loves and wants. His foreskin moves with you, rolling back and forth over his begging tip. So needy and wet. You wondered if the people next door could hear the nasty gushy noises his cock made as you jerked it.

You lean forward and lap at his slit. Airy kitten licks that provide barely any sensation to his greedy cock. One after the other. You feel his stare burning into your skin. He’s watching you, nostrils flaring as he grows impatient and agitated. You arch your back, giving him a clear view of your perky ass, before you start shaking and bouncing it. Teasing him.

“Enough, __!” He seethes, fisting your hair and bucking his hips with so much vigor that he stumbles forward. His cock shoves past your lips and down your throat. He catches himself by slamming a hand against the wall-mounted mirror in front of him, leaving a small crack in the middle. The neighbors definitely heard that one, but you were too far gone to care. 

The jolt sends you falling back on your butt, landing on the fluffy area rug in front of the sink. Atleast you were comfortable now. You always win one way or another.

Your legs are now laying flat between his, knees knocked together. Trapped between Jungkook and the sleek black wood of the integrated sink behind you. You're pressed against his pelvis, the soft hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nostrils.

Initially, you gag around him. Spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin after a few dauntingly long seconds. Your chest heaves as you struggle to adjust to the sudden intrusion. There’s a natural urge to push him away. Your matching red nails digging into his thighs as you try to shove him off of you.

“You’re okay.” He doesn’t let up. Feet firmly planted on either side of you. “Breathe. You can take it.”

With tears streaming down your cheeks, you inhale and exhale through your nose, regaining your composure. Determined to be good for him. 

When he touches you, it’s delicate and gentle, pushing your damp hair back. Fingers working their way through a few tangles. He cups your cheek, brushing away your stray tears. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

You nod, making the tip of his cock rub against the back of your throat. Your mouth is warm and moist, like a sauna that’s sole purpose was to make him nut. The sensation makes him grunt. He brings his opposite hand down, holding your head still before taking a shallow thrust. Only giving you half of his length and then pulling back. Testing the waters. 

Glancing up at him with watery eyes, you meet him halfway, hollowing your cheeks. Your throat feels raw but his cock tastes phenomenal. Clean and sugary. Not a day goes by where you don’t thank the stars for blessing you with a man who eats fairly healthy and follows a strict hygiene regimen. 

Your nose is running a little. Jungkook notices before you do. His shoulders rise up with laughter, wiping it away with his big thumb. “So gross, baby. So cute.” It was gross, but you weren’t embarrassed, not with him.

Your jaw goes slack as you accept more of his cock, relaxing into the feeling. He picks up the pace, basking in view of his glossy cock dragging against your lips. You’re a vision. So beautiful to him. The disgusting wet noises your throat makes when he pulls away are deafening. He loves the way you gag when he pushes back in.

Jungkook has always been a bit quiet during sex, minus the dirty talk, of course. Never one to make obnoxious, pornographic sounds. He left that to you. You didn’t mind though. You can’t help but hum around him, loud and vulgar, when you hear his low grunts, knowing you’ve earned them. 

Your hands rub at his smooth, hairless thighs, feeling the muscles underneath clench and unclench, pulling his skin taut. He made the impromptu decision to get them waxed while his nails were drying under the UV light. ‘For shoots and stuff… It’s in nowadays’ he had snapped at you when you questioned his choice. Your palms make their way behind him, gripping his ass and pulling, wanting more of his cock.

“Mhm, it’s yours, baby. Take it.” He licks his lips and nods, looking at you with hooded lustful eyes, flicking his hair away so he can watch. “Tight little mouth…”

His voice sounded fucked out, so turned on. His head rolls off to the side like he doesn’t have the strength to support it anymore. All of the energy being sucked out of him, literally and figuratively. 

His hand cups the back of your head, thrusting every inch of his cock into your mouth. Holding you in place. His nose scrunches up and his brows knit together, cute dimple poking out as he bites the inside of his cheek. You hum, swaying your head from side to side. 

“Stop, m’ gonna cum,” he groans, attempting to pull you off. You’re persistent though, clinging onto him, keeping him snug inside of you.

“Ah, no- stop,” he whimpers in a high pitched voice you’ve never heard before. It was so desperate it made you clench around nothing. You feel him twitch in your mouth, hips jerking away like the pleasure is too much. He’s so deep that he can feel your tongue flat against his balls, licking and drooling down them. 

You pull off with a pop when you decide he’s had enough. 

“Fuck you,” he says through a laugh. He reaches his hands up, running them over his face to calm himself down. “You were going to make me cum before we even fucked.”

There’s a translucent strand of spit connecting his penis to your mouth. You swallow, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. A fit of coughs erupt through your chest. Booming and rough, before fading into a string of mischievous giggles. You feel delirious and light headed. He mumbles something about how well you took him, about how you were so good. You don’t really know. You can’t really focus at the moment.

You press your cheek against Jungkook’s leg, beaming up at him. So infatuated with him. So in love. High off endorphins and serotonin. 

“Stop laughing!” He shouts playfully, guiding you to your feet and pressing you against the marble countertop. He kisses your cheek before burrowing his head into your shoulder. “You’re fucking bonkers, babe.”

“Me? You fully broke the mirror!” 

“Huh?”

You twist in his arms, giggling madly as you crane your neck awkwardly to look at the mirror behind you. “It’s right…,” you look around, trying to scope out the crack, pressing your fingertip to it when you find it, “here!” There’s already tiny fragments missing, exposing the wooden frame underneath. You leave a smudge on the dewy glass when you pull away. 

He deadpans you, jaw dropping open like he’s just received tragic and unexpected news. The modeling definitely upped his acting capabilities, making him animated and theatrical over the most mundane things. You guess it’s somewhat justified in this situation.

Black irises flicker to you, then the mirror, then back to you. His hand clamps over his open mouth. “What the fuck, __?”

“Don’t blame me! You were the one that broke it.” You shout back, very amused by his reaction.

“Yeah, but you should’ve at least said something,” he states like it’s the most obvious and certain thing in the world. His arms are outstretched, palms facing you, looking at you like you’re missing brain cells for not comprehending his thought process. One hand drops against his side in disbelief. The other wraps around his dick, giving it a languid pump. 

You roll your eyes. He’s such a boy.

“It’s not even that big of a deal,” you mumble, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear. He can’t stand having his hair in his face, constantly stealing your hair ties and losing them on sets, at the gym, and basically where else he goes. The wispy ones at his hairline are sticking to his clammy skin. “What are they gonna do, arrest us?” Now it’s your turn to question his logic, exaggerating your words and moving your neck around like a bobble head.

“No… but we’re going to have to pay for it.”

“Oh, whatever. I’ll pay.”

“Shut up, no you won’t,” he says sternly, twirling his index finger in a circle. “Turn around before I lose my boner.” 

You do as he says, turning around to face the mirror. It’s so blurry that all you can see in it is two silhouettes amongst the condensation. Good. It saves you the embarrassment of looking at yourself. You know you look crazy and disheveled. You can already picture it in your head. Hair tangled, lips swollen, tear stained cheeks, lashes clumped together.

You bend over the counter, upper body pressing into the marble slab. It’s cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the hot, stuffy atmosphere of the bathroom. It sends a piercing shock down your spine when your nipples touch the surface. You turn your head to the side, cheeks squished.

Perking your ass up, you wait patiently for his cock. Your glistening folds are on full display for him, so enticing and sweet. He spreads your ass with both hands, catching a glimpse of your puckering hole. You’re messy there too, arousal from your pussy having trickled down throughout the night. You looked so appetizing. He’s spent countless hours of his life buried in your pussy, lapping up your juices, breathing you in with his nose smushed into your clit. Jungkook would die a happy man knowing he got to experience the taste of you. 

“Kook, please hur-” Your words are cut short by a loud cry when you feel his mouth on you instead. Wet muscle tickling your clit before dragging through your entrance. It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, flat tongue dipping into you. His plump lips close after each lick, creating these soft smacking noises that send you into overdrive. 

His tongue trails up, circling around your other hole. You squeal.

“I can’t take so much- I can’t ta- just fuck me already,” you cry out. You reach your hand back, searching to ground yourself, wanting to touch him. He intertwines your fingers with his, snickering as he gets back up. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss is placed on your shoulder. They make a warm stream from the back of your neck to your tailbone. He takes his time, pressing kisses on every part of your skin. The tender moment makes you dizzy. 

“I’m sorry baby, you just- I’m so fucked up right now.”  He felt jittery and sensitive. Needing you as much as you needed him. “I’ll do anything you want- anything for you.”

You grind your hips back, needy for his cock. “I want you inside me. Fill me up.”

The sound of your voice has him weak. He didn’t need any more convincing, letting go of your hand and bending at the knees to align himself with your aching core. He spits on his cock, spreading it around your hungry core with the head. It wasn’t necessary, but a little extra lubrication never hurt anyone. 

He grabs your ass, pulling a cheek aside, wanting to see everything. A front row seat to his favorite show. He knows he’s going to just slide right in with how drenched you were. 

He stuffs himself in, catching you off guard with the lack of preparation, giving you his entire length on the first push. The arch of your back sucked his cock in so deep that you felt it in your stomach. You felt so full, so stretched. Like he was made to be inside of you. Your mouth opens wide with a silent scream, clawing at the countertop, needing to cling onto something. Anything. Your fingertips hurt as they press into the marble. 

Jungkook’s eyes are locked on the way your pussy just engulfs his cock. It tries to suck him back in when he pulls away, like it doesn’t want him to leave. Like it’s your life force. If he withdraws, your body will surely wither away into a pile of little pink sparkles. 

“Can you just-” he grunts, wrapping his colorful arm under your hips and lifting, making your parted thighs come together. “Yeah, like that… so tight like this.”

“Mhm, feels so good like this Koo,” you purr in agreement. The fit is more snug than before. You can feel every ridge of his shaft against your walls. Every vein. It makes your toes curl into the soft shag carpet beneath you. 

Chills rush through your limbs when he starts to snap his hips into you. There’s intent behind his thrusts. Pulling all the way back, leaving only the very tip of his cock inside of you. Watching as your cunt clenchs around it. Loving how your arousal turns milky, leaving his dick so wet and creamy. Then, he plunges all the way in. You let out little ‘mmm’ noises when his hips meet yours, breasts jiggling wildly underneath you. 

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth. He slows down for a moment, smushing his pelvis flush against your ass and swiveling his hips in a circle. It’s obvious that he’s trying not to cum. 

“Me either, it’s okay,” you tell him, placing your palms flat and pushing your body up. Determined to get him off, you start throwing your ass back, using all your might to work his cock in and out of you. Skin slapping against skin. 

“Don’t.” He places one palm on your hip, halting your movements. The other goes to your shoulder, pushing you back down. “Lift your leg up,” he orders, pointing to the ledge of the sink, showing you exactly what he wants you to do. 

This was something he did often. Whenever you two had sex, Jungkook put you in all kinds of bendy positions. He loved folded you like a pretzel while he fucked you. In his words, putting you in simple, uncomplicated positions was ‘wasted potential.’ He was hell-bent on putting your flexibility to good use. 

Picking your knee up and placing it on the sink makes his cock slip out. You hear a hushed ‘fuck’ escape his lips. He’s quick to guide himself back to your drippy center. He’s so deep you feel like you’re going to vomit. Your eyes roll back, squeezing shut when you feel tears prick at the outer corners. You’ve cried way too much in the past hour… 

“Stay still, let me take care of you.” You couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you. If you’re being honest, his dick usually left you dazed and confused. But his voice sounded broken. Almost like he was on the verge of falling apart.

Without warning, he rests his entire weight on you, smashing his chest to your back. The stretch was uncomfortable, but the warmth radiating off of him was overpowering. 

“I want to make you feel good,” he fucking whimpers as his hand snakes between your bodies. He uses his ring and index finger to spread you open, middle finger massaging your clit. He nudges your head to the side, making room for him to nuzzle into your neck. “I want to be good for you- to you. I don’t want to miss anymore, please- don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.” 

He’s plowing into you with so much force, trying to emphasize what he means. You know what he means. What was that myth again? Something about being able to feel your soulmate's pain?

You never thought it was possible to feel devastation and euphoria simultaneously, but that’s exactly how you feel at the moment.

You need to see him. You reach your trembling hand to the mirror. The fog melts under your touch. You wipe your hand back and forth until he’s visible. Even streaky and distorted, he's still absolutely gorgeous. “Jungkook, look at me.”

He lifts his head, peeking through blonde curtains to meet your eyes in the reflection. They’re dark and glassy. You see nothing but raw emotion swimming in them. Pure love. His cheeks are tinged red. 

“Don’t cry, baby,” you sigh, ignoring your own words as wetness finally spills over your waterline. Crying because he’s touching you just right, bringing you closer and closer to climax, but also because you love him. So fucking much. 

The pit in your stomach keeps growing. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly. You shake and convulse under him. You’ve never felt so good.

“I love you,” he groans, confession sounding heavenly in your ears as his thrusts become sloppy and hopeless. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.” You turn your head, nose knocking into his as you tangle your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Kiss me, kiss me, I love you so much,” you plead, voice cracking. 

He does. Lips crashing into yours, meshing together perfectly. Tongues twisting together, still tasting like one another. You sob into his mouth, tugging on his thick strands as your orgasm hits you full force. Pleasure is felt in every inch of your body, from your toes to the very tip top of your scalp. 

Jungkook cums with you. Cute face scrunching up as he paints your walls in hot white. He gives you everything, thrusting into you until he’s completely empty. Cumming so much that it overflows around his cock and spills down your thigh. 

A sequence of serendipitous events that leave you warm and comfortable.

Both of you are sticky with cum, sweat, tears, spit, and probably every other bodily fluid that exists. You should clean up, but neither of you make an effort to move. Too exhausted. Too peaceful. 

Closing your eyes, you relish in the feeling of his chest expanding and contracting. Instead of listening to the ticks of the clock on your right, you listen to his breathing. It’s rough and sporadic at first, but as the minutes pass by, it becomes calm and even. You can feel his heartbeat against your back. You’re surrounded by him. 

Light touches trail over your shoulders and down your arms until they reach your palms. He laces his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. Bringing the left one to his mouth, he places exactly four kisses against it. The last kiss is longer and more meaningful than the rest. You smile to yourself. Four years ago, you would’ve never imagined that your relationship with Jungkook would look like this. Loving, happy, and healthy. 

He turns your hand over, placing it against his cheek. Your sweet boy. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him, voice hoarse. You feel him shake his head. You hum, needing to say one more thing before you drop the issue. “I just want you to know that I love you. You have no reason to feel guilty. I’d rather have you with me mentally and emotionally than physically, you know?”

He nods, placing a wet peck to your temple this time. 

“Alright, get out of me. Your dick is limp and you’re sweaty.”

He lets out an airy laugh, mouth still pressed against your skin. Your grimace when he pulls out of you, cum already oozing out. Yuck. 

It was alright though. You couldn’t think of a better way to end your anniversary than taking a hot shower with him. You lift yourself off the counter, bones cracking. Legs aching. Worn out and exhausted. You were excited to slip under the crisp white sheets with him, fall asleep with your head on his chest. The perfect pillow. That sounded wonderful. 

Your shower was interrupted by a loud banging at the door. Jungkook looked at you confused and wide eyed, hoping out with impeccable speed as he scrambled to put a robe on. You groan, who the fuck would show up to your hotel room at 11:17 p.m.?

Hotel security. That’s who. 

There had been a total of eight noise complaints. All coming from the same floor. 

They weren’t too happy about the mirror either.

Needless to say, you and Jungkook spent the remainder of your anniversary in a shitty motel. 

© chryblossomjjk 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost]

SO FUJCIN CUTE

summary: in which jungkook wants to see you smile.

> fluff, angst and suggestive vv lowkey ? / wc: 2.4k

> warnings: insecurities >:( and a little bleeding

note: the rate of oc and jungkook consuming entertainment media is somehow concerning but i can say the same thing for mysef [shrugs]

i have been very tired lately i’m sorry i’ll write something longer and more brain stimulating for the next one 😭

+ another repost bc of it not showing up in the tags it rlly bothered me IM SORRYYYY LAST ONE I SWEAR and maybe ill post twice this week

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“baby,”

jungkook calls your attention out of nowhere, pausing the movie playing on the ipad you’re holding. he looks at you with a frown. “i have a question.”

“so randomly?” you raise an eyebrow. “fire away.”

“why do you cover your face when you’re happy?” the wide-eyed look of genuine curiosity on his face is identical to yesterday’s, when he asked you what the word ineffable meant after hearing it in a song.

the question provokes you to take a brief glance at the screen, where a woman is sophisticatedly covering her mouth as she quietly laughs with her elite acquaintances about an old but classic rich husband joke.

“it’s just- i’ve noticed it since the first day we met and i just wish to see you smiling and laughing more freely, you know?” he tries his best to choose his words carefully, offering you a kind smile as he lovingly caresses your head.

“oh,” you blink at him, mind blank as you formulate your answer. his touch isn’t exactly helping you either- you just want to melt into him and not think of anything at all.

however, seeing as he asked you the question out of the blue, he must’ve been thinking about it a lot. you’ve only been dating for a few months, so it’s understandable for him to constantly seek the answers for his curiosities and observations. you are supposed to know almost everything about each other at some point in the relationship. if anything, it feels nice to learn he gives that much attention to you.

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cutie :((

where you belong 💖

this is so cute ahh!!

dating them includes !

pairing: skz x reader genre: fluff warnings: none ©yyx2

chan! late nights. led lights. hushed conversations. lap sitting. sharing earbuds. bear hugs. stealing his hoodies. sneak peaks at what he’s working on. night drives. movie dates. having a best friend and boyfriend in one. shy kisses.

lee know! mukbangs. cat play dates. teasing. going on walks together. reading to each other. back hugs. subtle hand holding. movie marathons. actions over words. constant updates by text. teaching you choreography. forehead kisses. random competitions.

changbin! soft smiles. cheek kisses. domestic shopping trips. encouraging words. cuddling on the couch. lots of laughter. working out together. making you laugh all the time. sweet pet names. lunch dates. kissing in the rain. dancing in the kitchen late at night.

hyunjin! playing with his hair. surprise kisses. soft caresses. multiple sketches of you. you’re his muse. helps you with whatever he can. sleeping in. spa nights. deep conversations. aesthetic photos. picnics. cooking for each other. intense eye contact.

han! laughing until your stomachs hurt. lazy days in bed. clingy affection. pulling all nighters. stupid nicknames. random items that remind him of you. binging shows. matching items. sharing food. horror movies. always has his head in your lap.

felix! spontaneous facetime calls. playing with each other’s fingers. ‘cheer up brownies’ from him. walks in the park. sharing clothes. friendship bracelets. swinging your linked hands. fluffy blankets. quality time. baking together at 3am. encouraging words.

seungmin! early morning walks. your personal photographer. bouquets of flowers. cheesy jokes. strolls on the beach. meaningful gifts. plushies. cuddles by the fireplace. halloween couple costumes. cheek poking. card games. praising each other.

i.n! matching outfits. lots of couple photos. cafe dates. neck kisses. headpats. playlists dedicated to you. play fighting. mini adventures. candid photos. iced americanos in the mornings. lots and lots of hand holding. borrowing his hoodies.

beautiful beautiful man 😭😭😭

looked up perfect in the dictionary, found this video.

the tattoo placement is so so so pretty 😭😭

jimin my love 💔💔

"It’s been a while, right? Have you all been doing well? I’m doing well/fine. You may have [already] heard the news, but we are contributing our strength (providing our support) in winning the bid for 2030 Busan [world] expo. I'm happy/glad to be part of a meaningful event and i think i’ll be happy if a date is set soon and I get to quickly face/meet you all. Also, as for the photo, you may already know, but it’s the friendship tattoo we got all together. I wanted to show you all when I hold my mic, but because my hands are small, turns out it wasn’t visible (was hard to see) when i hold my mic hehe.. As it was a bummer/shame [that it was hard to see], i am posting a photo [so you can see]. Dream a good dream today." - Jimin on weverse

(translation cr. btsbaragi__)

my man is so fine 💔💔💔

220628 Taehyung's instagram story

the eye contact 🫣

LEE KNOW – ‘Lonely St.’ @ Maniac tour in Japan (220612)

this is so gorgeous 😭😭😭

(cries in a corner)

KIKI'S DELIVERY SERVICE (1989) - LEE KNOW

this is so sweet im gonna go cry now

💞 boyfriend!lee know headcanons 💞

requested? Y/N - 'could i pls request some boyfriend!lee know headcanons? i am soft for him these days haha thanks!' - anonymous

genre: bullet point hcs, fluff :)

content warnings: none! although i use purposeful lower caps and a lot of ig "text speech" haha

pairing: lee know x gn!reader

a/n: thank you smsmsmsm for requesting this cuz i am so soft for this man 😭 i haven't written something like this in a while but on my old blog i had a series called 'dating would include' and the wonwoo one was by far my most popular post it had like 2k notes or smth iirc, so this felt oddly nostalgic hehe. lmk if you want these for any other members and as always feedback is SUPER appreciated, it makes my day! hope you're all doing well 💞

ok this guy. an absolute PRO at being your biggest fan but pretending he isn’t

like he’ll poke fun and all but every time you go shopping he’s not moving on with his day until you do a lil haul for him - he is always hyping you up

he cares so much about your studies/job as well like he’s constantly asking questions about your day and he wants to know absolutely everything about the lil specialist things you know

and rip his bubble whether the fans want it or not they're just bombarded with y/n content cuz man's a simp

i hate the idea that he's cold and emotionless cuz while i feel like he'd want to wait on telling you he loves you but after he does for the first time he tells you constantly and always goes out of his way to SHOW you too

absolutely carries photobooth photos of you and him from an anniversary in his phone case next to polaroids of his cats (which the members find him gazing lovingly at all the time but daren't tease him about lmao)

and he loves taking lil candids of you just existing like he does with the other members

all that being said he’s so sarcastic you struggle to tell when he’s being serious sometimes lmao

like he’ll just be like “ah you’re so cool, dumbass” n you’re like?? thanks i think?

but then he hits you with the most genuine love out of nowhere when your guard is down and you’re all breathless like let me live please

he isn’t very touchy especially at first but ends up really liking casual touch a lot

like playing with each other’s fingers, having a leg thrown over one anothers, linking pinkies etc

he's such a sucker for back hugs too, 100%

but also your butt is never safe lol watch your back he is ready to slap all the dang time

teases you to no end but in a loving way

and will kill any of the other members if they tease you. that’s his job >:(

you're like best friends honestly everyone is very jealous of your bond cuz you just get each other, sometimes without needing words

you’re now the adoptive parent to his cats and his fourth cat simultaneously, somehow

he will give you lil forehead nuzzles like he does the cats and you find it genuinely adorable

also a forehead kiss guy, he totally strikes me as a "quick face kiss to show i love u" kinda guy

teases you about the baby voice you use with the cats as if he doesn’t do the exact same thing and even accidentally use it on you sometimes lmao

loves when you read to one another! will die if you lie in his lap and listen to him read, he is so soft for that kinda thing

just a very domestic kinda romance in general especially as it develops

he way prefers dates at home cooking together (or him cooking for you while you watch and make jokes about “what else is hot”), watching films (especially ghibli!) or anime and just cuddling up

you eat better than you ever have this man is hell bent on making sure you e a t

he's gone on tour? the fridge has been stocked to the brim beforehand and oop the freezer has too so there’s stuff that’ll last even longer

he dances around everywhere and often tries to pull you along into it

the whole dancing in the refrigerator light at 3am trope? that’s him

will tell you he loves you enough but prefers to show it through his actions

him cooking for you, refilling your car’s gas or topping your bus pass/subway card up for you, buying you the odd snack he knows you like that's sold in one specific grocery store, going for lil woodland walks together and picking you the flowers he knows you like, keeping a list of every place you mention wanting to go or restaurant you mention wanting to try, showing affection in subtle ways in public and making an effort to spend as much time as he can around busy schedules with you are all silent ways of telling you he loves you

he loves an independent partner though as even when he isn't busy sometimes he just needs time with himself to clear his head

like if you're on the same couch just in silence doing your own thing, he really appreciates that kinda connection and the ability to have that space

he can tell what you're feeling before even you do sometimes; he's extremely intuitive

if you're upset he's bringing the nearest cat to nuzzle up to you before he does himself

his cuddles are all healing istg

listens attentively to whatever is worrying you workout feeling the need to interject solutions; he knows you just want to vent and then distract yourself for a while and he's happy to provide that

walking next to the han river constantly without your phones just to talk about everything and anything

communication is important in all relationships obviously but he values it so much you guys tell each other like. everything.

he respects your privacy though of course, you're just so close whenever something happens both of you immediately think "i gotta tell minho"/"i gotta tell y/n" 🥺

as such fights aren’t really a thing with you cuz as soon as either of you are upset you’re talking about it

and he knows ALL about that one coworker you can't stand, he hasn't even met them and he hates them too 😤

he gets shy when you kiss him but will absolutely try not to show it

if you ever kiss his scar it’s game over there’s no hiding it he is so red

it's such an intimate thing like he's absolutely someone who is a little scared to be vulnerable and needs to be shown it's okay to open up and that he doesn't need to be perfect to be loved :')

very subtle couple items, like shoes or jewelry

sings to you all the time, especially if you’re struggling to sleep

records lil voice notes of him doing so for when you're having a hard time or he's away

will just straight up make up songs on the spot that make no sense and do not rhyme or metre properly and they make you laugh every time which only spurs him on

he absolutely loves making you laugh with his deadpan style of humour (not that he'd ever tell you how much he adores that sound) and you quickly adopt it too. the others are constantly side eyeing you as you trade weird jokes back and forth but they just appreciate how insanely happy you make him because he is not afraid to show it

just a very lighthearted and communicative kinda love that feels easy from the very start :’)

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