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MASTERLIST

note: all my works are sfw !

YEONJUN

crybaby (1.9K+) fluff, angst if you squint, established relationship

in which yeonjun facetimes you because he is away for tour and you both miss each other way too much.

crybaby part II (2.4K+) fluff, established relationship

in which you suprise yeonjun by visiting him on tour.

you’re different (1.4K+) fairy!au, angst, a little fluff 

in which doctor choi has to patch you up after your wings got hurt. again.

SOOBIN

rule two: do not fall in love with a colleague (word count TBA) fluff, angst, colleague!soobin [COMING SOON]

in which you try to stay away from your way too lovely (and flirty) colleague soobin, because falling in love with a colleague is not something you (think you) want.

BEOMGYU

then i’ll be yours (2.6K+) fluff, angst, best friends to lovers

in which you fall for your best friend and immediately assume he doesn’t like you back.

run (3.9K+) angst, best friends to strangers

in which your best friend uses you to get over his ex-girlfriend whenever she breaks up with him. this time, though, you’ve had enough.

run part II (9.6K+) angst, fluff

in which you and beomgyu meet again after a year and forgotten feelings resurface.

TAEHYUN

coward (2.6K+) angst, fluff

in which you regret running from your feelings for taehyun, because now you miss him more than anything. 

HUENING KAI

skittles (1K+) fluff

in which your best friend lea isn’t the only one who is excited for you to come over!

BANG CHAN

take me back (3.7K+) angst, fluff

in which chan starts neglecting you and you can’t take it any longer. he only realizes he’s miserable without you after you break up with him.

LEE KNOW

jealous (0.6K) fluff, angst if you squint

in which your boyfriend minho wants your attention and gets petty when he isn’t able to get it.

CHANGBIN

nothing yet!

HYUNJIN

nothing yet!

HAN

nothing yet!

FELIX

beach club (4.5K+) fluff, strangers to potential lovers

in which the bartender at the beach club catches your attention and you can’t help but grow an interest towards him.

i can’t sing (1.2K+) fluff, strangers to potential lovers

in which you somehow end up singing ‘leave the door open’ by bruno mars with a very cute stranger at a karaoke bar.

SEUNGMIN

nothing yet!

I.N

nothing yet!

I’m ready to lose my mind over the ff

star lost with you | hyunjin au | part 1

series: star lost with you

pairing: idol! hyunjin x artist! reader

genre: friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, set in the idolverse, mutual pining, unrequited love, forbidden (?) romance

word count: 12K (i know it’s just part 1 but…)

warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking, angst, mentions of making out, mature content and language

a/n: aaaa! I have been looking forward to this story for a very long time, and I hope that you guys love this chapter, the characters and the world, even if it’s only the first chapter and may be too early to like it. it may feel like a lot happens in this chapter, but it’s necessary to set up the rest of the story…which is a lot more haha.

thank you @ortali for this beautiful gif <3

masterlist

The first time you saw Hwang Hyunjin was the summer you turned 16. It was when his hair was still black, and still short and it happened to be the day you found your favourite place in the world.

On the cusp of summer, it was a particularly beautiful evening, and it wasn’t too hot yet. The air still had the chill to it, that you relished in. It would be a perfect day to go down to the creek with your friends, to strip down and just exist in the cool water. Stare at the sky above and the universes far away, before school started up again and life became another meld of monotonous days.

The creek was incredible indeed, but you wouldn’t miss this for the world.

The opening day of Aera’s.

Your own little paradise on the edge of town.

Tugging the straps of your bag up, you marvelled at the space around you. Every inch of the little shop had been covered in pastel ribbons, streamers and balloons, decorated early this morning. It felt festive, and celebratory, making you giddy all over.

The balloons were out of shape now though; deflated, and the worn out streamers caught under your feet, reminding you just how long you’d actually been here. The pink banner, which read the words ‘Grand Opening’ now hung loosely over the doorframe. The irony of those words didn’t fail to strike you.

You were the only one here.

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lemme give heeseung my entire heart🥺🥺

triage — ft. lee heeseung (chapter II)

you try to teach the nerd how to date.

synopsis: heeseung is not, by any measure, date-able. he’s dorky, he’s nerdy, and he does this weird thing where he snorts loudly every time he laughs. in fact, he loves everything that normal people are allergic to — computer science, collecting rare comic books, and birdwatching on the weekend.

given that you two have obviously nothing in common, you find yourself utterly flabbergasted when you receive a letter in your locker, on which heeseung has written, "hi. will you please teach me how to date?"

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chapter two

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detention.

you had both landed detention.

when you and heeseung had returned to mr lee’s classroom, it was the obvious punishment your teacher had to impose — heeseung’s crime was randomly abandoning class to confess his undying adoration for lia, and your crime was taking way too long to “search” for heeseung.

alas, your teacher was livid the instant you two had attempted to walk through the door.

as per your usual style, you were insistent on lying your way out of the punishment. you wanted to concoct some sort of elaborate (but totally believable) story about why it had taken you so long to bring heeseung back to class.

you had already brainstormed several fibs. “heeseung had broken his arm and was at the nurse’s office the entire time” was the first thing that popped into your mind, until heeseung mentioned that there would be no documentation of him ever being there if nurse kim was asked.

so, you thought you could say that “heeseung dropped and stepped on his glasses and literally couldn’t see his way around the school and had to crawl around like a dog”, but heeseung almost wept at the thought of you having to break his glasses to show real proof.

then, there was the story that “heeseung shat his pants and was too embarrassed to return back to class in fear that people would choke on the smell of his poop”, but heeseung had given you such a dark look that you thought his soul had left his body.

ultimately, heeseung and his dumb ass belief that “honesty is the best policy” triumphed, effectively forcing you to spend your afternoon perishing in detention.

“i told you!” you hiss viciously through gritted teeth, “i told you we should’ve just lied!”

with no intention to conceal your resentment, you glare at heeseung from across the vacant classroom. when his eyes meet your furious scowl, he squeaks in fright before quickly lowering his head to fervently scrub the desks.

tsk.

this annoyingly angelic goody-two-shoes isn’t even going to look at you?

stamping your lips into an unimpressed line, you dunk the mop into the bucket of water before fishing it back out again. ugh. being forced to clean the classrooms after school must be a crime — there’s no way this can’t be considered child labour.

though you’re no stranger to detention (in fact, you’ve been put on behavioural probation numerous times now), something about having to sacrifice a few hours of today’s afternoon is particularly annoying. perhaps it’s because you’re still exhausted from last night’s partying, and scrubbing away the classroom floors during detention is the last thing you want to do.

slapping the wet mop back onto the floor, you huff loudly before proceeding to polish it. five minutes pass as you return darkened stains and greyed flecks to their usual pristine condition, before you hear shuffling from across the room.

you try not to heed heeseung and his noises, until suddenly you feel somebody gently grab your mop.

it’s heeseung.

it’s heeseung that has a fist around the length of your mop, just above where your hands lie.

“what—” you snap your head up, gaping at him while he avoids your gaze.

“i-i’ll do it.” he mutters shyly, seemingly intimidated by your stare.

you straighten your back, narrowing your eyes at him. “what?”

“i-i said i’ll do it.” he repeats in a soft whisper, slowly peeling your fingers off the length of the mop. you watch with utter bewilderment as the boy turns away from you, now mopping the floor in your stead. he makes quiet, careful movements to manoeuvre into the corners of the desk legs, no further complaints to be heard.

“why? was i doing it wrong?” you frown, watching as heeseung does your job for you. he must be some sort of perfectionist, you guess.

“n-no!” he quickly shakes his head, glancing at you briskly. “u-um, you just… you looked… tired.”

oh.

your frown quickly dissipates while you stare at him blankly. he was watching you? he noticed you were tired? something about his close observation of you is somewhat touching, though you stifle down any burgeoning emotions with a clear of the throat.

“thanks.” you tell him awkwardly, rubbing the nape of your neck.

“no, it’s my fault we’re in detention after all.” heeseung mumbles. “s-sorry, i didn’t mean to—”

“stop apologising.” you brusquely interrupt. this must be the umpteenth time that you’ve reminded him of this today, though this apology doesn’t feel quite as infuriating. “i thought i told you to stop doing that.”

“r-right.” heeseung nods once, flashing you a soft, timid smile. “thanks for the reminder.”

you’re frozen, stunned by the sight of another pretty smile of his, allowing it to completely  dissolve any last speckle of your annoyance. forcefully brushing away your thoughts, you contort your lips into a contrived frown and watch as heeseung continues to clean the floor for you.

he’s a lot nicer than the people you know, isn’t he?

if you and ryujin had been sent to detention together, she would have slept at the back and forced you to do all the work. and if it had been taehyun, he wouldn’t have even showed up in the first place.

heeseung is far removed from the type of personalities that you’re frequently acquainted with, and truthfully speaking, it’s a little disconcerting. how can somebody be so nice? at times, you wonder if he’s faking his entire persona; until you realise you’re just a bitter pessimist, though you like to think that you’ve encountered far too many dishonest people to not be engineered to think this way.

it’s the circle of life.

“nice people” get chewed up and spat out like gum all the time. it’s nature — in fact, you should totally leave heeseung to clean the rest of the classroom so you can go home and take a nap.

though you try to convince yourself this, guilt begins to sprout inside your chest as you watch heeseung diligently complete your task. technically, it’s not exactly his fault that you’re in detention. since it was his first offence, mr lee was actually willing to let heeseung off with a warning.

it was you and your extensive history for breaking the rules that landed you with a punishment, and it was heeseung that had willingly insisted on doing detention with you so you wouldn’t have to clean the classroom alone.

damn it.

you feel bad.

sighing, you allow the conscience you didn’t even know you had to control your next actions — you shuffle toward heeseung and snatch the mop from him.

damn it. why are you doing this?

surprised by your action, heeseung looks up at you with a rapid blink. you roll your eyes, poking your tongue against the inside of your cheek. “i’ll do it. just clean the tables or something.” you grumble, gently shoving him away with your shoulder.

“i-it’s okay, i can—”

“it’s fine.”

heeseung vehemently shakes his head. “n-no, you’ll hurt your back! i can—”

“i said move, dweeb!”

by the time you and heeseung have finished, the classrooms are so clean that they could be used to perform a surgery. however, you’ve reached an hour so late into the afternoon that the sun has begun to set.

you both stand at the front entrance of your high school, accompanied by the ephemeral blend of a golden sunset adorning the sky. amidst the flush of soft, autumnal hues, you briefly glance over at heeseung, noticing the way he goggles in wonder by the sight. he even rummages through his backpack for his phone to capture a picture of the sky.

what a kid, you think, wondering how many sunsets you’ve seen in your life.

they’re frankly unspecial and common to you, but heeseung seems to appreciate it — and the reverse appears to also be true, given that the sunset illuminates all his best features and kisses his skin with a gentle radiance.

you stare at the gleam along the bridge of his nose and the soft flutter of his eyelashes. when he turns to you and smiles, you notice the way his mousy eyes glow like russet pearls.

“you act like you’ve never seen a sunset in your life,” you comment.

he grins proudly. “they’re just so pretty.” heeseung gushes, turning his phone toward you so you can observe the picture he’s taken. “don’t you think?”

hm. not a bad photo. “yeah, whatever.” you shrug, “they’re aight.”

heeseung pouts at your nonchalant response, admiring his phone’s screen briefly before tucking it away.

“what’s even the point of taking a photo?” you tease him with a lifted brow. “you can literally just wake up tomorrow and see it again. and the day after. and the day after.”

“i like taking pretty photos,” he answers with a soft beam, allowing the excitement to reach his eyes. “to keep them. you never know; one day you might wake up and the sun’s gone… and then it’s like, poof — no more sunsets.”

poof — no more sunsets?

jeez, for a guy so certifiably intelligent, he sounds real fucking dumb.

“tell me you’re a loser without telling me you’re a loser.” you remark sarcastically.

heeseung pouts again, tempting you with the urge to reach over and softly pinch one of his cheeks.

“i’m not a loser,” he whines. “you know, my mom appreciates them. i show them to her all the time.”

mom?

“oh god,” you groan loudly. he obviously doesn’t need birth control or other forms of contraception when his mouth does all the work. “stop speaking. please.”

“what?” he blinks cluelessly, seemingly perplexed by your reaction. “she’s my best friend. we… we play pokemon go and paint each other’s toenails on the weekends together.”

oh. sweet. lord.

“dude, gross!” you throw your head back and project your groan into the sky. “everything about that sentence is gross! and i literally just scraped old gum off taehyun’s desk!”

fuck.

how the hell are you supposed to turn this dorky weirdo into a date-able human being?

he’s not even a real person.

you’re convinced he’s some sort of sick human experiment.

“you know what?” you pinch the bridge of your nose. “i was going to wait until tomorrow, but i honestly think we need all the time we can get.”

in the medical field, triage is the process of categorising patients by level of priority. in this case, heeseung takes the utmost precedence — he’s the patient who needs the most medical attention; the boy who needs the most help. you’re never one to ever be self-sacrificing, but when you triage through your current responsibilities, this boy’s anticipated glow-up is at the top of your list.

it’s honestly painful watching him.

“t-time?” heeseung blinks. “what do you mean?”

“it means i’m coming over to yours.” you turn to him, planting both your hands on his shoulders.

“and i’m going to teach you the first lesson in how to be date-able.”

HOW TO DATE — LESSON 1 : if you look cute, 50% of the things you say don’t sound quite as dumb.

the first glance you take inside heeseung’s closet almost makes you stagger back in shock.

“heeseung,” your eyes bulge out your sockets while your jaw sweeps the carpeted floor. “what the hell is this? how many fucking bowties do you need to own?”

hundreds. there must be hundreds. all you see is a massive basket filled to the brim with them.

this isn’t just a collection — it’s a fucking addiction.

it’s the kind of addiction in which he requires an intervention — asap. he needs a couple of his close friends and family members gathered in the living room, exchanging heartfelt stories about how his obviously debilitating fixation on collecting ugly bowties affects all their lives. he needs his dearest friends to beg him to stop this insane addiction.

“what do you mean?” heeseung shuffles beside you, placing his hands on his hips as he cocks his head to the side. “you don’t like them? i… i think they look pretty good on me.” he tries to beam enthusiastically. he even puts in the effort to reach over and grab a small red bowtie with a white polka-dot pattern, holding it just between his collar bones. “see?” he coyly smiles.

“oh god, i don’t think i’m ever not going to see that.” you gape at the absurd situation. seriously, this is sick. this is so wrong and sick.

that’s when heeseung pouts before grabbing another one — this time, baby pink in colour — and holds it just between your collar bones.

“hey!” heeseung’s eyes twinkle when he smiles. “you look good in one, too!”

“stop it!” you half-whine and half-laugh, groaning as you shake your head. heeseung stifles a giggle before returning both his beloved bowties into his basket. the basket of sins, you’ve decided to call it.

“okay, moving on.” you squint, angling your neck as you attempt to browse what other sins he has stowed in his closet. “let’s say someone asks you out on a date, what’s your go-to outfit?”

“um…” heeseung hums, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “i-i don’t know… i’ve never been on a date before.”

“never?” you snap your head at him, gaping. “like, ever?”

“n-never.” he stares back with a small pout. “i-is that weird?”

you blink rapidly. you’ve probably been on the same number of dates as heeseung’s estimated IQ. “of course not,” you quickly reassure him, twirling back toward his closet. “that’s a good thing. we can start from scratch. i’ll give you a few pointers; you know, i’m the best at dates.”

“o-oh… are you really?” you feel his heavy stare as you lean forward and rifle through the various clothing items he has hung up on the clothing rack.

“hell yeah.” you answer, squinting at his clothes. oh god, it’s just an endless number of t-shirts with cartoon characters on them. you make a mental note to take him shopping next time. well, at least he has cute shoes?

“it’s all about first impressions,” you explain. “but to be honest, if you look cute, fifty percent of the things you say don’t sound quite as dumb, which is why i’m looking through your closet.”

“cute?” he mutters, “o-oh, i see. n-no wonder you’re the best…”

“i swear, when it comes to looking cute, boys just need to change their hairstyle and clothes. it’s really as simple as that.” you say, and it’s the truth; some boys really do be rocking up to school with the ugliest haircut you’ve ever seen and you suddenly feel all your initial attraction melt away like snow in the sun.

“r-really?” heeseung squeaks with surprise.

“yeah.” you nod, thinking about this from an analytical standpoint. “you shouldn’t be too worried, though. your face is really cute. you’ve got really pretty eyes and a cute nose. i like your hair, too. so all we really need to do is fix your fashion. by the way, what do you usually wear?”

you wait for his answer, only to find silence on the other end.

huh?

you turn around in confusion, only to see heeseung staring at you with an unexplainable expression. his face is incredibly red, almost like he’s blushing with the entire surface area of his face. your eyes circle in surprise, eyes bouncing between the scarlet shade of his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

subject.

you need to change the subject.

“u-um, this is really cute, by the way.” you say, flustered by heeseung’s reaction. hastily, you yank out one of his hoodies and hold it against your own body.

“i like this,” you plaster a smile on your face, though it quickly dissolves into a more genuine expression as you begin to explain why. “it’s cute. the blue is really nice, and the yellow text really pops, too. hoodies probably aren’t the best choice for a first date, but if you really like the girl, and you’ve hung out with her a few times, i think it’s a really great choice!”

he stares at you for a moment’s passing.

your eyes meet, while silence seeps between the seconds.

why is he staring at you like that?

“h-heeseung?” you blink, feeling the beat of your heart begin to echo in your chest.

“hm?” he absentmindedly mumbles, staring at you.

“uh… what do you think?” you nudge him with the hoodie.

“huh? wha– o-oh...” heeseung appears to snap into focus now, eyeing the hoodie carefully. “um… my mom bought me that. i-i like it... i think.”

you gently smile. “cool! then let’s donate literally everything else to goodwill.”

this is almost like playing real-life sims, but better.

in this case, you’re the omniscient god — you’re the divine-like puppet master that gets to determine what he wears, how he talks, and even what kind of personality he projects.

this experience has been a thrilling, nostalgic adventure back into your childhood. it’s a blast from the past because you’ve been propelled back into your favourite childhood game — dress-up. except this time, your barbie doll is lee heeseung — and truthfully speaking, you’re having way too much fun with this.

the two of you are seated cross-legged on his bed now (no comment on his iron man bed sheets), facing each other. you’ve successfully filtered through his closet and lectured him on the importance of choosing matching or complementary colours when it comes to choosing an outfit.

“okay, next thing — get rid of those glasses.”

heeseung pouts. “but… if i take them off, then i can’t see.”

“good,” you grin sarcastically. “then you won’t be able to see how ugly those glasses are.”

his frown sinks deeper into his face.

you sigh, reaching over and removing the glasses for him. he flinches at your touch, but once you remove the glasses and give him a few seconds to adjust to his new sight, you gasp with delight.

“heeseung, you look so good!” you laugh, reaching over and brushing back his hair to reveal more of his features. he blushes and dips his head in slight embarrassment, but you tuck your fingers beneath his chin and raise his head.

he does.

he really does look good.

it’s not that his glasses are ugly. it’s just that he uses them as an excuse to conceal his best feature — his eyes.

when you had called his eyes pretty earlier, you had really meant it. heeseung’s eyes are unlike anything you’ve ever seen — just when you thought you found cat-like eyes the most attractive, there is something ridiculously enchanting about his round, bambi eyes. they sparkle. they glint like hidden glitter beneath light.

“i-i look stupid.” heeseung lowers his head again and bites his bottom lip. “i-i can’t see.”

“well, i can see and i think you look great.” you scoff, gently whacking his head.

“you’re just being nice.”

“i’m not.” you say adamantly. “haven’t you met me? dude, i’m literally the biggest bitch in the school; i have no reason to be nice. i’m serious, heeseung, you look great. you should try to invest in some contact lenses or something. your eyes are so pretty.”

“y-you think?”

“for sure.”

he pauses. “th-thank you so much,” he mutters, finally succumbing to your compliments. you chuckle at his reaction, handing his glasses back.

“anyway, it’s getting late.” you sigh, glancing at your phone. “i should probably go home soon.”

heeseung slips his glasses back onto his face with ease, brushing his hair back so that they cascade down his forehead. “a-ah, i’ll drive you home!”

“it’s okay,” you shake your head. “taehyun’s picking me up.”

heeseung’s eyes widen slightly in realisation before he casts his gaze to the side.

“oh.” his shoulders slump. “right. taehyun.”

.

.

.

taehyun announces his arrival with a simple text message: ‘come out’, you read on your screen, before tucking it away inside your pocket.

“he’s here,” you bounce off heeseung’s couch, lifting yourself to your feet as you stretch your body.

“ah,” heeseung follows suit, shutting off the game console. “i’ll walk you to the door.”

you stifle a laugh, wondering what the need was for him to accompany you with just a few steps. however, you’ve surprisingly enjoyed his company a lot — taehyun had expectedly arrived much later than he’d promised, allowing heeseung to show you how to play super smash bros on the nintendo switch.

you’ve never really been the type to care much about video games, and yet heeseung had been incredibly patient in teaching you. he’s too nice for his own good, which you know because he was obviously pretending to fumble at a game you know he’s obviously very experienced in, and even let you win most games.

“hey, thanks for having me over,” you smile, slipping your handbag through your arm while your feet sink into your shoes. “maybe next time, i’ll get to meet your best friend.”

heeseung slowly bats his eyelashes in another confused expression.

“your mom?” you scoff with a short laugh, earning an instant smile from the boy.

“o-of course.” he cutely grins, “i bet she’d like you.”

“probably not,” you fasten your shoes around the back of your heels. “i’m not very parent-friendly.” you don’t think you can clearly recall the last time you had met a friend’s parents — other than taehyun and ryujin, you don’t often go to other people’s houses; you very much prefer existing in your own space.

“d-do you want me to walk you to the car?”

“nah, it’s okay.” you wink at him. “taehyun’ll probably flip shit if he finds out my friend”—you do little air-bunnies with your fingers—“is actually you.”

you’re not exactly dating taehyun (yuck, god forbid you’re ever tied down to another person), but you know the guy too well to not anticipate every toxic behaviour he has under his belt. you? hang out with another guy? taehyun would rage. it’s not really that you’re attempting to tiptoe around the guy — he just didn’t ask who you were hanging out with, so you didn’t really care to tell him.

heeseung’s eyes flicker toward the ground. “i-i see.” his head bobs gently. “well… safe trip home.”

while you’re ready to leave, you notice your hand merely hovers over his door knob. sensing your own hesitation, you turn around and glance at heeseung.

“i feel like i’m missing something.” you tell him, squinting.

“nope.” heeseung shakes his head furiously. “i made sure all your belongings were put back into your handbag.”

you stifle a laugh. “gee, thanks.”

“b-by the way…” heeseung awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “um… y-you didn’t tell anybody about the letter, right?”

of course, the letter — the very reason you’re here in the first place. the one heeseung had written to you in a desperate plight to get a girl. to get ryujin. oh god, the thought of heeseung and ryujin makes you want to shudder.

“no, why?”

he flashes you a relieved smile. “i-i don’t know, i just thought… nevermind.”

“what is it?” you frown, facing him completely. “just tell me.”

“i just… thought maybe you and your friends would make fun of me for it. taehyun… doesn’t seem to really like me. i-it’s okay if you don’t want to help if you’re… embarrassed.”

that’s when your smile falters.

embarrassed?

why would you be embarrassed?

‘nah, it’s okay.’ you wink at him. ‘taehyun’ll probably flip shit if he finds out my friend’—you do little air-bunnies with your fingers—‘is actually you.’

“oh my god,” you quickly shake your head, recalling your earlier words. “heeseung, i didn’t mean you as in you,” you say, horrified by the implication, “i just meant like, since you’re a guy and all. he just gets jealous easily. don’t worry about it, heeseung. you’re not embarrassing; i’m not embarrassed. i had fun today. i really did.”

“you did?” heeseung’s face lights up. “so did i!”

“cool,” you say. “then we’re on the same page. see you at school, yeah?”

he blushes. “y-yeah, see you at school.”

if there’s any method through which students at your school like to segregate by social hierarchy, it’s the seating in the dining hall. you’re obviously at the cool table, though really that means you’re surrounded by a bunch of pricks. most of them, like taehyun, belong to the school’s athletic teams. you’re the exception, though, because you don’t really indulge in any extracurriculars.

“dude, lunch today tastes like literal ass.” jongseong groans, ungratefully stabbing his fork into his food.

“oh yeah, you’d know exactly what ass tastes like, wouldn’t you?” yeonjun snickers, earning him a quick smack from the former.

“shut the fuck up and get a girlfriend.” jongseong sneers. “the only ass you’re getting is what you see in your reflection.”

“weak comeback, dude. try again.” yeonjun snorts, though jongseong retorts by tossing various colourful insults in the air.

amidst the bickering between the two, you feel a slight nudge against your arm. toward your right, you face ryujin, who innocently bats her eyelashes at you.

“eat my veggies, please.” she smiles, shoving her food tray toward you. you scowl at her request, lifting your palm in a threat to hit her.

“get lost.”

she pouts. “but… you’re my trash can. you’re supposed to eat what i can’t finish.”

scoffing, you prop your elbow on the table and allow your cheek to sink into your palm. “bro, you’re giving me a headache, shut the hell up.”

“jeez, what’s with you? are you tired or something?”

“leave me alone.”

“oh, right.” ryujin straightens in her seat, eagerly clutching onto your arm. “are you mad at me ‘cause i ditched you yesterday? you had detention! what was i supposed to do? wait for you?”

she’s so loud. ryujin is just so damn loud.

“speaking of, how was detention? did that four-eyed dweeb try to talk to you or something?”

your lips instantly sink into a frown at her mention of heeseung.

“wait, what? you had detention yesterday?” taehyun kicks your leg from under the table. he’s seated right across from you, so you snap your head up and glare at him.

“yeah, she did.” ryujin snorts, humoured by what she considers an ill situation. “but worse, she had it with the headmaster's little minion. you know, lee heeseung.”

“oh, heeseung?" taehyun snickers, causing your fists to ball up beside you. “that dude? bro, i swear that guy is a new breed of human. probably virgin as fuck.”

heeseung was right.

he was so fucking right.

‘i just thought maybe you and your friends would make fun of me for it.’

maybe he knows your friends better than you do.

taehyun and ryujin’s comments only begin to pile, while input from the entire table begins to flood in.

“wait, who even is that?”

“i don’t know. some irrelevant dude, i guess.”

your nails pierce the skin of your palms.

“wait, heeseung? lee heeseung? bro, that guy literally does all my homework.”

“oh god, poor him.”

“are you kidding me? guys like that are so good. you can literally just push them around and make them do whatever you want—”

“shut the fuck up!” you snap, suddenly rising to your feet. your friends jump in surprise, though you quickly snatch your handbag and scoff at them before storming off. “you guys are a bunch of loud-mouthed morons. fucking losers.”

.

.

.

exactly twenty-four hours ago, you and heeseung had been standing at the school’s entrance, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sunset. you had truthfully been admiring heeseung’s rather pretty features, while he had been staring at something he also considered pretty.

and now here you are — home, lying on your bed, in which the only sunset you have is the ceiling light you’re staring up at.

heeseung’s words echo in your mind.

you didn’t tell anybody about the letter, right?

you didn’t.

but perhaps you should mention that ryujin knows about it.

upon recalling everything your friends had spoken about heeseung, you find your lips sink into a frown. guilt pricks your heart torturously, even though you know you hadn’t participated in their bullying. you’ve never loved your friends, but something about identifying yourself with them knowing how horrible they are feels equally as terrible.

like some sort of divine timing, you feel a buzz in your pocket. you quickly fish your phone out of your skirt’s pocket before realising it’s a text from heeseung.

an image.

he’s sent you an image.

it’s a picture of today’s sunset.

‘so pretty and warm, right?’ he writes. ‘kinda reminded me of you.’

pretty.

warm.

reminded him of you.

you feel your lips twitch into a smile.

it’s ironic, because most people seem to think you’re quite a cold person. most people don’t compare you to the warmth of an afternoon sunset; most people don’t walk you to the door even if it’s just a few footsteps; most people don’t pretend to lose at video games just to make you happy.

yet here heeseung is, showing you that he is a lot nicer than most people you know.

see?

50% of the things he says don’t sound quite as dumb anymore.

it’s working.

‘thanks.’ you text back. ‘by the way...’

you think of what your friends had said about him.

you know what? fuck them.

fuck.

them.

‘i'm going to show you how to date. for real. you can get any girl you want and all the guys are going to fucking hate you.’

you watch as the text bubble from heeseung begins to appear.

and then it disappears.

and then another text appears.

‘okay, miss sunset! ^_^’

you smile.

how.

fucking.

precious.

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to be continued.

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a/n: HALLOOOO welcome to triage chap 2 and thank u sm for readinggg :>> hope it was okay! i realise by tumblr standards that my chapters r hella long so i actually applaud you for reading this entire thing 😭 ill try make chapters a lil shorter ;-; but!!!! thank you so much for tuning in!!!! hope u enjoyed this chapter ehehe <3 actually, before i moved schools i used to feel like the loser people used to snicker at so it kinda made me feel sad for heeseung in this chapter,,, ltrly forced me to relive the fact that i used to eat lunch in the toilets bc i was scared for people to see me have no friends lmfaoo 😭 but uh a mega glow-up for hee is coming up guys... 👀 fuck taehyun! fuck ryujin! fuck all of y/n’s dumb ass friends! anyway thank u sm for reading !! pls do share ur love & support via liking + reblogging if u can <333

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you watched as beomgyu laughed with your friends about something you didn’t even hear.

not just because the music was booming loud through the speakers at the party, but also because when beomgyu smiled it was like you couldn’t focus on anything else anymore.

his smile was your favorite thing in the world, really. whenever he smiled, it was like the whole room would light up and he was the only one to exist.

sometimes you wished you could tell him that. that his smile, him being happy, made thousands of butterflies go crazy in your belly.

but of course you couldn’t.

because best friends aren’t supposed to give each other butterflies.

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Bunny ‖ four

After your third encounter with Jungkook, he finally asks you out.

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You decided to do things a little differently this time. Instead of running away the first thing in the morning—which was a total mistake on your part when it first happened—you chose to stay. 

Jungkook seemed happy with your decision because he pulled you in closer to cuddle the second he realized you were still in bed next to him. You figured he was still sleepy and wasn’t completely aware of what was going on, but you let him nuzzle up to your neck and wrap his warm hands around you, spooning you. What was the worst thing that could happen, you could actually start to like the guy?

You already did, at least physically. His intentions seemed pure, all things considered. Jungkook obviously wasn’t a player or a liar, and that was all that really mattered here. You didn’t know what you were looking for and whether you were even looking for something, so you were down to see where this thing could go. You enjoyed the sex, and Jungkook was a very interesting guy, so there was nothing for you to lose. Even if things fizzled out, that fact wouldn’t compromise your friendship with Taehyung or his friendship with Jungkook—or so you hoped—so there was really nothing to worry about.

A while later, after cleaning up, you joined Jungkook in the kitchen to find him busy preparing breakfast for you two. You told him you were fine with whatever earlier, which clearly confused him so he chose not to limit himself to one type of food. By the time you got there, he already had the toast, eggs, and cereal ready, and seemed to be working on pancakes. 

You found his worry and desire to make you feel good cute, especially since most men were the exact opposite—they didn’t want women to be there when they woke up, unless they were in the mood for some more sex before sending you on your way. Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed happy that you decided to stay, and his mood was entirely different than the previous night. 

He turned on the radio and hummed while cooking, wearing boxers and a loose-fitting white T-shirt, but even that made you almost drool. Maybe that happened because he was a guy who was cooking for you, or because he made you feel amazing last night, or because you were into him, but whatever it was, you weren’t about to question it. So, you ate the breakfast he served and enjoyed watching him cook and hum, bobbing his head to the rhythm of the song, his curls falling over his eyes every so often, making him look even sweeter. 

“Are you always this cheerful in the morning?” you couldn’t help but ask after a while, wondering how much you didn’t know about him. Jungkook was always around, but you never really took the time to get to know him better or pay attention to him. All you knew were the couple of things he himself told you or a bit more things Taehyung told you.

The question made Jungkook chuckle and turn around to face you, this time completely confident when he looked you in the eye. “Only when I’m in such good company.”

“Oh,” you hummed, taken aback by his straightforwardness. “Nice.”

“Do you like the food? Sorry about the wait, I fucked up the first pancake!” Jungkook grimaced and looked at you apologetically like you were going to scold him for it. There was enough food for four people already, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that since he seemed to be trying hard.

“Please, don’t worry about it, sit down and eat with me,” you requested, pointing to the chair next to you. “I love everything you made, you really don’t have to make any more food if you’re doing it just for me.”

“Just the pancakes, and then I’ll eat.” Jungkook nodded and went back to making them, while you ate the toast and wondered how you even ended up there in the first place. Last night, you were annoyed with Jungkook, and now he was making you breakfast and treating you like a queen.

Going home was the hard part, surprisingly. The last time this happened, you rushed home even though you knew Taehyung could be there, armed with information about your sex life that you just didn’t want to discuss that early on. This time, you didn’t even care about that. Still, leaving Jungkook’s place was difficult. 

The thing was, you were scared he wouldn’t text again. He clearly liked you, Taehyung insinuated it more than once, Jungkook told you so himself, but when it came to holding a conversation, he was just lacking. It wasn’t that he wasn’t funny or interesting, it was just that he seemed to be questioning everything he said so he didn’t say much, to begin with. 

However, Jungkook let you talk and listened with what seemed like genuine interest, which is partly what made a good conversationalist, so he had that going for him. The point was that his behavior around you when things were sexual was the exact opposite of how he acted in non-sexual settings, such as having breakfast or hanging out around other people. Maybe it was just peer pressure and the fact that his friends always made it seem like he couldn’t get a word out around women. If Jungkook took their criticism to heart, maybe that was what had convinced the guy he was bad at talking to women when, in your experience, he really wasn’t. 

You breathed out a sigh of relief when you realized Taehyung had already gone out for the day, which meant you wouldn’t have to explain where you were and what happened the night before. However, you had a feeling he would know—he always did. It was like the guy could sense when people around him had sex, could smell it in the air. It was a gift, but in this case, a curse, as far as you were considered. 

Not finding Taehyung at home was surprising, but the biggest surprise of them all arrived two hours later, while you were in the gym working out and trying to get yourself to stop thinking about everything. Jungkook texted you, despite you being convinced he wouldn’t. 

Jungkook: Hey! I don’t want to make the same mistake three times in a row. Do you want to go out sometime?

It was a big step for Jungkook, so you didn’t want to tease him or make a joke of any sort, even though you wanted to. It could give off the wrong impression, and you didn’t want to scare the poor guy away, even if watching him squirm would be kind of fun.

You: Hi, Jungkook! I’d love to :)

Jungkook: Is there something you’d like to do? Go out to eat, get drinks, movie, theater, museum? Whatever you want

Oh, he moved fast, which was something you didn’t know about him. Usually, guys would ask you out and then wait for the weekend to make plans, and it always ended up being a date at a party or bar, which wasn’t dating. Getting drinks before going partying didn’t count as a date in your book, especially if the point was to get you drunk so they could get into your pants. So far, so good, Jungkook.

You: I was supposed to watch Venom with my friend on Friday, but she canceled. Do you want to watch it with me?

The cute thing about Jungkook was that he sounded strange when responding—he didn’t talk to you over text like he talked to you in person—but he still texted every day to see how you were doing. 

If Jungkook happened to text in the morning, he’d wish you a great day and ask about your plans, which he’s never done in person. All you usually got from him if you saw him was a quick ‘hi, how are you’ and eyes that would wander in your direction when he thought you weren’t looking.

If Jungkook texted at night, he would ask about your day and wish you a good night. You never had long texting sessions, but it didn’t matter—it was short and sweet this way. The point of his texts was, in your opinion, to let you know he was thinking about you, which was so unlike the majority of men you’ve dated and also cute coming from the guy who’s managed to get you to act like a cock-hungry slut, for lack of a better term.

Talking to him was like a refreshing surprise, and you wondered how come you’d never heard about him being that sweet and thoughtful. Then you remembered that Taehyung probably didn’t know about this and only judged Jungkook by the number of girls he’d fucked, which did sound a lot like your roommate.

The third time Jungkook texted, you decided to ask him to drop all the pretense, so he could finally relax. It felt like he was overthinking every word and taking a long time to respond just because he was rereading it before hitting send. 

You: Stop being so formal, Bunny :) You can speak to me the same way you do when I’m around

You used his alias just so he’d understand that you meant it and that you wanted him to be the guy he was when you two were alone, which was something you haven’t been able to stop thinking about. Bunny. You fucked Jungkook on a live stream that anyone could have been watching. 

The worst part about it? You didn’t feel regret at all, knowing very well Bunny always made sure his head was out of frame. Nobody could recognize you and you got the best sex of your life, probably, sparked by the fear of being recognized, by the taboo of what he was doing and what you were helping him do. 

Jungkook: The context is kind of different in those situations…

You: It’s still me, though

Jungkook: Is that supposed to make me feel any better? 💀

It was some kind of progress. You thought you’d maybe be able to get him to sext you in a year's time, at that pace.

You: finally, an emoji haha

You: I just mean, be yourself

Jungkook: Is that really going to work on anyone?

You: well, I already like you so I guess yes 😏

After that text conversation, Jungkook did seem a bit more relaxed when talking to you: he’d use emojis, wouldn’t sound so formal, and would even offer some information on his day, as well, so you didn’t feel like the whole thing was so one-sided and focused solely on you. You wanted to know more about him, too.

The thing is, you two weren’t friends before this whole thing. You knew a lot more about Jimin than you did him, and if you wanted this thing to continue, you felt like you two just had to get to know each other better on a personal level—and not the way you’ve been doing it so far. 

When date night rolled around, instead of feeling either anxious or completely unmoved, you felt a new kind of feeling. A part of you was nervous because, even though you found it easy to talk to Jungkook, you still didn’t want to say something to mess this whole thing up because you really, really enjoyed having sex with him. 

On the other hand, you didn’t feel knots in your stomach that made you want to think of a reason not to go. Quite the opposite, you found yourself wishing for time to fly by so Jungkook would be there with you and you could finally see him in person, even if he’d get all shy around you and not say much.

Jungkook showed up an hour early. The movie was at nine, so you thought he would pick you up at eight, and you’d have a quick drink before the movie. Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed to have misunderstood. You found that out the second you opened the door for him in your robe, your hair still damp from the shower you’d just taken. Jungkook was standing in the hallway with a smile on his face, in his black button-up dress shirt and jeans, hands behind his back. 

Did he really dress up to take you to the movies? You could feel yourself grinning at the idea, and he looked so sweet standing there all confused.

“Oh, hey!” You stared at Jungkook for a second and then quickly checked your watch to see if it was already that late. “Wait, it’s not eight yet!”

“It’s seven,” Jungkook mumbled at you in confusion. “Did you forget?”

“No! Come on in,” you shook your head, moving to the side and letting him into the apartment. The reason why you asked him to meet you on Friday was that Taehyung was on a work trip and would be coming home on Monday, which meant Jungkook wouldn’t run into him even if he decided to stay over, which you hoped he would. “I’m getting ready, maybe I got the time mixed up. I thought we said eight.”

“Eight?” Jungkook seemed nervous now, so nervous that he forgot to hand you the flowers he was holding in his hand behind his back, which you also found adorable. “But we can’t get drinks if we leave at eight.”

“I thought we were getting a quick drink before the movie starts. Sorry, my bad. It’s okay, don’t worry about it, I guess we didn’t specify,” you said with a shrug, walking towards your bedroom. “Come.”

Jungkook followed you slowly, and that was when he realized he still had the flowers in his hand. “I’m sorry, you confused me just now,” he mumbled, shaking his head with an embarrassed chuckle. “These are for you.”

You turned around to face him and take the flowers from his hands. They were beautiful, colorful tulips, and you had to admit that the gesture was completely sweet. Maybe dating younger guys was the key to happiness after all. You couldn’t remember who was the last person to give you flowers since it happened years ago, and the gesture was sweet. “Thank you, Jungkook, they’re beautiful,” you thanked him sincerely before you leaned in and pecked his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against yours, even if just for a second.

Jungkook cleared his throat and looked around. “I didn’t know if they’re the right choice. Is that what guys get women? Or would a bottle of alcohol be better? Or some chocolates, too?”

“Hey, it’s fine!” You patted his shoulder, hoping your touch wouldn’t make him feel even more nervous. “It’s just me, relax.”

“I haven’t been on a date in so long, I forgot how all of this works,” Jungkook admitted before sighing. Even that was some sort of progress in your book—he was at least ready to tell you how he felt. “Sorry.”

“Me too,” you offered a confession of your own, hoping that would get him to feel better. And it was true, you hadn’t been on a real date in years, let alone with a guy you found as attractive as Jungkook. “Let’s go put these in a vase, and you can pour yourself a drink so you have something to do while I get ready, okay?”

Jungkook followed you to the kitchen without a word and poured himself a drink, like you asked him to, while you filled a vase with water. He seemed extremely nervous, so much so that you noticed his hands shaking as you watched him pour the alcohol. 

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?” you asked, walking over to him until you were standing right next to him, your hip almost touching his from the side, both of you staring out the window right above the counter.

With a gulp, he responded, “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just… weird,” Jungkook chuckled at himself. “You know this.”

“You weren’t weird last Friday…” You cocked your head to the side and grinned at him, but he couldn’t see it—he wasn’t even looking at you. “You seemed really confident back then, with good reason.”

“It was different. We were… Doing sexual stuff.”

“So, you’re trying to say that you’re confident in your sexual abilities but not your interpersonal ones?” you suggested, placing your hand on his back and rubbing it. You already figured this out, but you felt like this was as good of a time to talk about it as any. “You’ll get there.”

“I guess so,” Jungkook nodded and cleared his throat, uneasiness oozing out of his every pore. “That makes sense. I think I know what I’m doing when we, uh, have sex…” He shot a glance your way and for a second, you saw that look in his eyes, the one that always managed to drive you wild. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“It’s just me,” you said with a shrug. Were you nervous about the date? Of course, but you didn’t think too much into it. “What’s the worst that can happen?

“You might realize I’m out of my depth here and lose all interest in me?” Jungkook suggested with a scoff, as that was supposed to be the obvious answer. “Or something like that.”

“Jungkook, I don’t date that often. I said yes to you because I want to get to know you better,” you admitted, feeling the need to open up to him for some reason. If he was being vulnerable, you could too. “So, there’s really nothing to worry about here. I’m into you and I will continue to be. Unless you turn out to be a liar or a manipulator, which I sincerely doubt you are. There’s just no way. So, it’s all good,” you said with a grin. “Okay?”

“I feel like somehow I’ve received double sex skills but zero social ones,” Jungkook admitted with a chuckle, bringing the glass up to his mouth to take a sip. “Dating is a lot harder than sleeping with someone.”

Oh, if he only knew how many men were great conversationalists, funny, sweet, and charming, but total crap in bed. You didn’t think someone couldn’t learn how to be good in bed, but the guys you had the misfortune of running into weren’t exactly interested in that. They thought what they were doing was good and that it was your problem they couldn’t make you feel good. So, at the end of the day, their social skills didn’t really get them far. 

“Wait, you’re worried that you’ll say or do something that will make me stop wanting to sleep with you?” you repeated his thought from earlier because it didn’t click right away. 

He was hot through and through. The whole live-streaming-himself-while-jerking-off wasn’t your thing per se, but then again, you were his target audience, so you couldn’t exactly be against it. Jungkook was a bit nervous, but he was also younger and more inexperienced than you in that regard, so there was really nothing bad you could think about him.

“Kind of,” Jungkook admitted, turning to face you. “It is possible.”

“Jungkook, you do know that I find you insanely attractive, right?” Maybe you were being a bit too straightforward, maybe you were giving too many compliments, but you wanted the guy to realize he couldn’t screw things up here. 

“I, uh, I guess…” He seemed to get flustered all of a sudden, looking down at the glass in his hand. “Yeah.”

“Hm… You don’t sound that convinced,” you couldn’t help but notice. Wasn’t your behavior last week obvious? You’d never even filmed yourself for a boyfriend, and Jungkook got you to ride him on camera on a live stream. If that didn’t convince him, nothing would.

“Uh, it’s… I mean, last Friday, it was pretty obvious once we were at my place, but we were both naked and doing nasty shit, so it was kind of expected,” Jungkook said that matter-of-factly as if the fact that you even went to his place and got naked for him wasn’t important. “I‘m not sure what I can say and what I can’t. The mood is different now.”

“Because you made it all formal with your texts and the date invitation and the flowers and all this pressure you’re putting on yourself,” you breathed at him, not understanding how he failed to realize these things. But then again, maybe you were being too harsh to Jungkook. He definitely knew what he was doing in other fields of life. “I do agree, the mood is different, but it’s still us. What are you even worried about, that I’ll stop being attracted to you after this date because you might not know the right thing to say or take a while to come up with a response? You can say whatever you want around me.”

“Yeah, something like that…” Jungkook cleared his throat and took a big sip of the drink. Once he gulped, he looked at you for a second, eyebrows slightly scrunching over his face. “I don’t want to ruin my chance with you.”

“Jungkook, I don’t know how to put this nicely, so I’ll just go ahead and say it,” you leaned in, which made Jungkook shudder, even though he was no longer looking at you. “You’re getting laid tonight, so stop worrying, if that’s what’s on your mind.”

“I-I am?” Jungkook seemed genuinely surprised by your admission, and you were perplexed at that point.

With a sigh, you started explaining, “I really want to go see Venom. I mean, Marvel and Tom Hardy, can it get any better? But, ever since you walked in, I keep thinking about just staying in with you. That’s how you make me feel, so stop worrying about trying to impress me with your conversational skills. Trust me, I’m already impressed.”

This got Jungkook’s attention because he turned around to face you before you could even blink. “You’re really doing wonders for my ego. I know you want to go watch the movie, and we will, but you shouldn’t have told me about what you want to do with me… Now you got me all hard.”

That was enough for you to look down at Jungkook’s jean-clad crotch and notice his erect cock’s outline. It was right there, you could just reach in and touch it, rub your hand all over it, get down on your knees for Jungkook… You looked up at his eyes again and smirked. For the first time that night, you realized how good your silk robe felt against your skin—you got goosebumps all over and your nipples hardened, the soft material only making it feel better, which Jungkook seemed to notice instantly. 

“Don’t tell me you’re naked underneath,” Jungkook grunted, kicking his head back. “And I’m supposed to watch you get ready?”

“I mean, you can stay here and have a drink or two, I shouldn’t take long…” You licked your lips and started making your way to the bedroom, unsure of whether Jungkook would choose to stay in the kitchen, far away from temptation, or if he’d follow you to your room, wanting to torture himself a bit more.

It seemed like Jungkook was more of a masochist than you knew because he joined you not even a minute later, sitting down on the small sofa in your bedroom while you put on your makeup. He didn’t say anything—he just sat on the sofa, sipped on his drink, and watched you put on your mascara, do your eyebrows, apply blush, and brush your hair. 

You felt his eyes on you, but neither one of you said a thing for a while. You, for one, were too focused on getting ready so you two could leave, even though you toyed with the idea of teasing him. Jungkook was busy staring at you.

“Cat got your tongue?” you asked when you caught his glance in the mirror, which made him smirk at you.

“I don’t know if this is an appropriate thing to say on the first date and all that, but since you want me to be honest…” He cocked his head to the side and stuck his tongue out to lick his bottom lip before continuing. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

“What about it?” you asked teasingly while you did your hair, eyes flickering to Jungkook’s frame here and there just to gloat in the way he was staring. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. 

“The way your ass looks in that robe,” Jungkook admitted. The sudden rush of confidence surprised you, but you figured your compliments and the drink had a bit to do with it. It might have been the fact that only a layer of silk was separating him from your naked body, and you knew how Jungkook got when you were naked around him. “You don’t mind me saying that?”

“I told you you can say anything…” You turned to face him with a grin, crossing your legs at your ankles as you leaned back against the desk, the robe moving to the side to expose even more of your thigh. “Why would I mind you being honest? It beats you being quiet and keeping to yourself all night.”

Jungkook moved his hand down to his crotch and adjusted his cock. He was still erect, from the look of it, and the pants seemed tight. He was just shifting it a bit to be more comfortable, but your eyes flew down to inspect the situation, mouth salivating at the memories of what he did to you with that same cock. 

Of course, he caught you staring. “Sorry… I just keep remembering how good you look naked, so it’s not going down anytime soon.”

“Mhm,” you hummed happily, turning around to face the mirror again, aware of Jungkook’s eyes on you. “That makes two of us.”

Being as mean as you were, you pulled on the string of your robe, undoing the bow instantly, which made the robe fly around your body, revealing your naked front to Jungkook. Well, at least in the mirror, but he couldn’t help but gawk at your naked reflection, not even trying to hide his excitement over this turn of events.

After a loud gulp, he spoke up, “You really want to mess with me today.” The way he said it made it seem like he didn’t mind it at all.

“So you like watching, too?” you questioned with a smirk, realizing you two had a lot more in common than you originally thought. The only difference was that you were a bit more straightforward and shameless when it came to getting what you want.

“Fucking love it,” Jungkook quickly found his words, now placing his palm over his cock. Was he going to put on a show for you? The idea made you slightly dizzy, the movie suddenly forgotten.

“Then I should give you something to look at while you wait,” you said, letting the robe fall down to the floor. It wasn’t like you to act that confident, but it seemed like you were the more confident one in this thing of yours, so why not use it? Besides, Jungkook seemed to be hooked.

“Jesus!” Jungkook grunted, biting his bottom lip as his eyes moved over your back, focusing on your ass before they shifted to the mirror, staring you down from head to toe, taking every inch of your skin in. “I’ll have to rub one out before we leave if you keep doing this to me.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you teased him, but the thing was, you wanted to see it happen. Did you really want to see Venom that much? You could watch Tom Hardy on the big screen, but did that beat watching Jungkook in person, getting to touch him, or, even better, feel him? “You know I really like watching you.”

“All these compliments will get to my head eventually,” Jungkook noted, and the idea made you laugh. 

You had a feeling that no matter how many times you complimented Jungkook, his stance on himself wouldn’t change. If there was a chance for that, he’d already be full of himself, based on the number of comments he was getting from total strangers who found him attractive. Anyone would be stuck up and overly confident after having women give them money for just showing up and jerking off, but not Jungkook.

“So what?” You shrugged, applying highlighter, but watching Jungkook in the reflection, mesmerized by the fact that he seemed to be stroking himself over his jeans. The sight of his big hand going up and down his clothed erection was enough to make your mouth water. “Y-you should own it.”

“Own what?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and smirked. He clearly switched to his Bunny personality at that point—you could tell by the way his body relaxed and he started to tease you and play along, eyes not moving away from yours even when you made eye contact.

“Being attractive,” you played along with a grin. You wanted him to know. “Women liking you.”

“Women liking my body,” Jungkook corrected you after clearing his throat. 

“Well, to be fair, you didn’t really give them much else to like.” With that, you shrugged and looked right at his reflection in the mirror. “They don’t know anything about you except what your body looks like and how dirty you talk to them.”

“And do you?” The look in Jungkook’s eyes changed when he asked that, the confidence disappearing as fast as it appeared. 

You had to turn around to look at him before responding. “I think I’m starting to see a lot more of it,” you admitted, feeling like you’ve been holding your breath for minutes. 

Was that the right answer? It was the truth. You didn’t want to lie to Jungkook and tell him you were totally into his personality and who he was as a person when you didn’t actually know him that well, not as a partner anyway. You did like what you saw so far. 

“Hmm,” Jungkook hummed and kept watching you as you put away your makeup and cleared your dressing table, seemingly mesmerized by the way your naked body moved. “Like what?”

“What do you mean?” The question was a bit surprising because you weren’t sure what he was getting at. 

Was he trying to turn things sexual or was he trying to have some sort of a conversation about the two of you? Judging by the fact that he was grabbing his erection over his jeans, you thought he opted for the former.

“You don’t believe me?” You turned around and rested your palms on the dressing table behind you, leaning against it while staring right into Jungkook’s eyes. Then, his hand moved across his crotch again and you couldn’t help but look down.

“I just don’t think I’ve shown much to you,” Jungkook said with a shrug. “Except what you already saw online.”

“Hm,” you said, taking a couple of steps towards him, stopping right when you reached the sofa he was practically sprawled across, thighs spread. “I think you’re wrong.”

“How?” Jungkook questioned, clearly not wanting to drop it. There was a playful smirk on his face, one that told you he wasn’t taking the conversation as seriously as you thought, but his insistence on getting an answer made you believe that he did want to know.

Venom could wait, right? You had almost two hours until the movie and, if you were quick, you’d even get to have drinks before the movie like you originally planned. Maybe it was a good thing that Jungkook arrived early. Maybe hanging out like was going to help you two relax before the movie.

So, with that in mind, you dropped down to your knees and placed your hands on Jungkook’s thighs, looking up at him, which made him grunt and then chuckle. “Really?”

You hummed in response and dragged your fingernails up his thighs to his crotch, which made Jungkook move his hand away instantly, letting you do whatever you wanted. His cock was hard under his jeans, straining against the fabric, and Jungkook mewled when you ran your palm over it, wanting to tease him a bit.

“You showed me you’re the type of guy who puts in effort… You asked me to stay over, made breakfast in the morning,” you pointed out as your hands found their way to the button of his jeans, which quickly came undone.

Jungkook’s stomach tensed as that happened, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to calm himself down with a deep exhale. Wanting to enjoy it even more, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and pushed it up his torso, revealing his naked stomach.

“You offered to walk me home or get me an Uber so I wouldn’t go alone, which was also really sweet,” you said sweetly, unzipping his jeans. 

Then, you sneaked your fingers underneath the hem of his jeans and underwear and looked into his eyes. Jungkook took the hint and lifted his hips, letting you pull the clothes down to his thighs, which let his cock spring free and smack against his stomach, loud and heavy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jungkook grunted, placing his hands on the armrest and looking at you with excitement, wondering what you were going to do next.

“What else?” You pretended to be lost in thought for a second before grinning at him. “You arrived an hour early for the date. Eager, but it’s something I like.”

With that, you leaned in, stuck your tongue out, and licked a strip across the bottom of his balls, earning a hiss of pleasure from Jungkook. “You also brought me flowers, which hasn’t happened to me in a long time.”

Jungkook nodded and breathed in loudly when you sucked one of the balls into your mouth and chased it around with your tongue, getting it all wet, which he seemed to really like. Then, you released it with a pop and looked into Jungkook’s eyes. “You also showed me that you’re the type of guy who takes the time to text me every day.”

Now, you took his other ball into your mouth and showed it the same attention you did to the first one, making Jungkook kick his head back and enjoy the warmth of your tongue on him. “And I’m just a girl you slept with… So, based on that, I think you’d be an amazing guy to date…”  

It was time for you to lick a strip from the base of his cock up to its tip, teasing the already leaking hole with the tip of your tongue before running it back down to the base. Jungkook’s abs spasmed at your touch and the fact that you were leaving a wet trail behind when you licked him. 

“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook grunted, voice sounding coarse and muffled. His knuckles were white because of how hard he was gripping the armrest. “I know you’re being all nice to me, but it’s so hard to focus when your mouth is on me like that.”

“Who said you should focus?” You pretended to frown and then took his tip in your mouth while looking straight into Jungkook’s eyes, which made him grunt. With a swirl of your tongue, you got him to kick his head back and moan, thighs spreading even more for you, allowing you better access.

“Trying to be respectful,” Jungkook informed you, and you did think it was sweet. However, he didn’t have to be sweet when you had a mouth full of his cock. “Want to talk to you.”

You let his cock out of your mouth, fingers wrapped around its base as you looked up at him. “Just let go… Let me play with you, enjoy it, Jungkook.”

“Oh, I’m enjoying alright…” He chuckled, hand moving down, fingers wrapping around yours, which were still holding his dick tight. “Want to play with you too.”

“It’s your turn now!” You shrugged and stuck your tongue out, smacking it with his cock, which got Jungkook’s breath to hitch, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. 

“Fuck!” he grunted, hand moving up to cup your cheek. “You’ll spoil me.”

That wasn’t something you were completely opposed to, especially when Jungkook treated you nicely. So, you shrugged and took his tip in your mouth instead of responding. With a wink, you started to bob your head, taking more of his cock in with each move forward, causing Jungkook to hiss not even a minute in. “Fuck, right like that,” he groaned, hand still cupping your face while the other moved to your hair, grabbing a fistful of it. “Want to fuck you so bad.”

You hummed around his cock, enjoying the way he was already getting lost in it, eyes closing as he groaned lowly, firm thighs spreading for you even more. Your hand continued to tug at the part of his cock that didn’t fit in your mouth, your other hand cupping and playing with his balls. 

You didn’t care if Jungkook came in your mouth early on, you really didn’t—you wanted to get him off and didn’t mind if it didn’t last long. Seeing his erection straining against his jeans earlier made you want to get him off, and that was your only goal.

“You should stop now if you don’t want me to come in your throat,” Jungkook warned you with a smirk on his face. “And if you don’t want me to fuck you. If you do, come over here.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. As much as you wanted Jungkook to lose control and come in your mouth as he fucked it, you also needed to get railed. You forgot how addicting good sex was, and now you wanted to have it non-stop. Before Jungkook could blink, you were up on your feet, knees sliding over his thighs to his side as you straddled him, his cock right under your crotch. “Can’t wait,” you told him, wiping your mouth and chin. 

“No foreplay?” Jungkook asked with a frown, shifting slightly in his seat.

You shook your head at him as you placed your hands on his shoulders and slid even further down his thighs until your chests were touching, until your mouth was practically on his. “I just want you.”

The compliment did go to his head a bit—he tried to hide a smirk, but failed, the corners of his lips quivering upwards as he looked to the side for a second. Good. You were happy he was starting to realize what kind of an effect he had on you. “Here, let me at least stretch you a bit,” Jungkook offered, fingers moving down to your slit before you could even react, finding you soaked.

“Don’t worry, I can go right now,” you confessed without any shame. Why lie? You were hot and bothered ever since you noticed he was hard, and you didn’t care if that made you seem desperate. Yes, the guy had a great cock and knew how to use it, why not say it out loud? “I can’t wait to feel you.”

Your mouth searched for his hungrily, both of you breathing heavily as your crotch hovered over his, Jungkook’s fingers sliding up and down your slit a couple of times before two fingers sneaked inside, making you grunt with pleasure. “Fuck,” you muttered, clenching around him as hard as you could. “You can just fuck me.”

Jungkook nodded, his other hand moving up to cup your face, lips an inch away from yours. 

“I know,” he told you with a sheepish smile as if he was trying to convince himself that he was as confident as he was acting. “It’s just that once I’m inside of you, I’m going to fuck you real hard, and you have to be stretched out for that, okay? Don’t want to hurt you… So, please, let me stretch you if you’re not going to let me eat you out.”

“Okay,” you gave in, heart and pussy fluttering at his words. To hide the grin that was threatening to spread over your face, you kissed him again. You thought it was sweet of Jungkook to care about that when you clearly didn’t. At the same time, the promise of getting fucked hard made you clamp around his fingers, wanting more. “Do it then… Want to feel you.”

“I can tell,” Jungkook pointed out, alluding to the fact that you were so wet you could both hear it. “You’re swallowing my fingers perfectly.” 

To prove his point, Jungkook pulled his fingers all the way out and pushed three of them in gently on the next go, hissing as you moaned and arched your back, your fingers digging into his chest and shoulder over his shirt. “Oh fuck…”

“See? You take them so well,” he hummed into your mouth and started to kiss his way down your chin to your jaw until he finally reached your neck, which he licked. “Just want you to get used to it,” Jungkook paused to hiss as his fingers pushed into you up to the knuckles, “so you can take all of it… Let me fuck into you… Like the other night on the stream.”

When he mentioned the stream and the absolutely nasty thing you did, your body betrayed you, walls clenching around his three fingers, trapping them in place. “You were just too hot,” you admitted, looking down at him as he made his way to your tits, sucking one nipple into his mouth, fingers slowly moving. 

“I had to have you,” Jungkook told you, his other hand moving from your waist down to your ass, giving it a slight spank before squeezing it hard. “You have no idea how good you look when you get yourself off… You have such a pretty cunt. I could watch fingers disappear in it for hours. Too bad I can’t see it right now.”

“There’s time,” you mumbled, getting a bit lightheaded from everything he was saying. It was all turning you on a bit more than you were used to, his words messing with your head. For someone so shy, he really had a lot to say when it came to dirty talk. “You can watch all you want.”

“You can too,” Jungkook reciprocated, sticking his tongue out to lick your nipple, sucking it in again before releasing it with a loud pop. “But I prefer fucking you over watching.”

It didn’t take you long to agree with him through a grunt, his thumb lightly tapping against your clit while his fingers moved up and down, stretching you for his cock. “Did you watch?” “What?” 

“Us fucking,” you explained, feeling blood rush to your cheeks. You felt shame whenever you thought about what you’d done, but at the same time, you had a blast with him, and that was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever done. It felt risky, it felt new, and so unlike you.

“Fuck yes,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly, fingers starting to move in and out faster, spreading slightly when they were all the way in. “Watch it all the time.”

You shivered at his words, turned on by the fact he watched you two fuck, watch you sit on him, letting him fill you up in front of all his viewers. You could have easily imagined him in his bed or on his chair, hand full of cock while he watched you two fuck, coming all over his pretty thighs and stomach at the sight of your cunt milking him dry.

“Have you?” Jungkook asked when he realized you weren’t going to say a thing. In your defense, you were too busy pushing your hips down into his hand, wanting more of his fingers. 

“No,” you said with a grunt. “Too embarrassed.”

It was funny how you two were wildly different, yet similar. You were ashamed but of completely different things. You had no problem talking to him or flirting with him but felt shame wash over you at the memory of you fucking him on stream while Jungkook was the exact opposite. Being naked on camera was like second nature to him. 

“You shouldn’t be. You were perfect,” Jungkook told you, easing his fingers out of you. “Can I put it in now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed and lifted your hips slightly, waiting for Jungkook to position his cock at your entrance. When he did, you sank down onto it until you were sitting on him, the stretch somehow feeling perfect. “So fucking good.”

“So are you,” Jungkook informed you before he spat on his hand. You watched him move the hand down to your clit, starting to rub it while his hips started to move slowly, up and down, cock entering you all the way and sliding almost all the way out. “You looked perfect on stream, too, just so you know… Wet dream. You should watch it too… Maybe we should do it together.”

“Watch us fucking instead of just fucking?” you asked with a chuckle, walls fluttering around his cock as you laughed. When Jungkook applied more pressure to your clit, the laughter was replaced by hisses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“It looks so good, though,” he pointed out, smirking at you when he realized how much you were enjoying the way he was rubbing you. Jungkook’s cock continued moving in and out languidly, the focus being on your clit for the moment. “I told you you have a pretty cunt, and I meant it… You should see how nice it looks when it’s stretched by my cock…”

“Stop,” you grunted, rolling your hips into him. Your body language was encouraging him to go on while your mouth was doing the exact opposite. It was embarrassing to know so many people have seen what Jungkook was describing, but at the same time, it was hot to hear how much he liked it, that he watched it daily, and got off on you. 

Jungkook started to rub your clit faster, his other hand moving up to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer, letting you feel his hot breath fan your face. “Don’t be ashamed, pretty, you were perfect. I privated the stream so it’s for my eyes only. And yours, if you want to watch. But even after seeing you once, people want you again…”

“They do?” you asked, even though you couldn’t fully concentrate on the conversation, not when Jungkook was staring right into your eyes as his fingers worked on getting you off, his cock only helping propel you into your orgasm. “Fuck!”

“Right there?” he asked, repeating the same motion with his hips, finding the perfect angle for fucking into you from below. When you nodded, Jungkook started pistoning into you, hand still working your clit, eyes glaring into yours. “Yeah, they—fuck!—they want to see you again… Say you moan so nicely and take my dick well and make me blow a big load. Makes it, shit!, easier to get into it and imagine it’s them… Said I sound a lot more turned on when you’re there.”

His words and his touch quickly sent you over the edge. You couldn’t even warn him, other than the ungodly moaning you let out after every desperate inhale, body spasming as Jungkook made you come all over his cock. He kept pumping you full of dick to help you ride it out, finger staying pressed into your clit until you gently shoved his hand away and leaned in to kiss him, tongue searching for his. “That one was too good,” you mumbled into his mouth, pulling away slightly. 

“It’s because you like hearing it, it turns you on,” Jungkook pointed out with a smug look on his face, acting like he’d just discovered a big kink of yours. What he didn’t know was that you weren’t turned on by the fact that other people were watching. Other people didn’t make any difference—he did.

“It’s you,” you admitted, not even caring if it gave him another confidence boost. The guy deserved it. “Not the people…”

Jungkook chuckled happily, hands moving to your ass, gently rubbing up and down before he gripped it hard and started fucking into you hard, entering you all the way, eyes narrowing and staring right at you. “You like knowing I watch?” 

“Mhm,” you hummed, holding onto his shoulders so you don’t fall off—he was going that fast. “Fuck!”

“I watch it every fucking day at least once,” Jungkook continued, tongue suddenly loose as he lost control of himself and slammed his dick into you. “Can’t believe I got to fuck you like that… Got to fill your pretty little cunt. You did sound so perfect for me, you have no idea… All the moaning and whining, fuck— Makes me come every time. So fucking good.”

His words turned you on even more, so you started to use your knees to push yourself up and fall down on his cock, allowing it to enter you further. “Keep going,” you told him, wanting to listen to Jungkook talk dirty to you, tell you how much he enjoyed all of it. “Want to hear you.”

“If you keep moving like that, you’re gonna be full of cum again,” Jungkook warned you through gritted teeth, body sweaty, neck exposed to you as he kicked his head back and grunted loudly. “Such a sweet, tight pussy… We really need to watch it together. I’m sure you’ll love watching me fuck you… Wish it lasted longer. Want to do all kinds of things to you. Want to make you scream for me, not bite your tongue and pray I finish fast so nobody hears you moan for me.”

You thought you were clenching before, but the more Jungkook talked, the more your walls clamped around him, hips working overtime to slide up and down his cock, juices dripping down with every slide of your cunt. It was funny how he had no problem talking about such explicit, dirty things to you while looking straight into your eyes, not even blinking. “You’re so good I might let you do all those things to me.”

“All of them?” Jungkook repeated with a smirk, even though you wiped it off with the next slam of your hips into his. “Shit, you’ll kill me if you keep this up. I’ll come so fast.”

“Do it then,” you encouraged with a loud moan, the thought of him losing control and filling you up again making you even hornier. “We’ll fuck more anyway. Don’t want to stop.”

The grunt Jungkook let out was almost animalistic, primal, his fingers digging into your ass as he let his body fall down on the sofa, handing you control. “Make me come then, I know you can… Fill yourself up with it, come on, show me how much you like it.”

For some reason, his words woke something inside of you up, something you weren’t aware was there. You never moved the way you did just then, hooking your feet against his knees so you could push yourself up with even more force and slam your hips against his, clenching on your way up, tits jiggling with every move. 

Jungkook wasn’t sure where to look, eyes flying down to his hips where your bodies met, then up to your chest, and finally to your face, where they stayed the longest as he gulped and groaned. His large hand smacked your ass a couple of times before he warned you, “I’m c-close, fuck, fu-fu-fuck, I’ll do it—”

“Do it then,” you repeated yourself, giggling as you watched his expression turn from a frown to something a lot more blissful, a string of curse words leaving his mouth as Jungkook’s hands wrapped around you, pulled you into his chest so he could give you a couple of more pumps and get himself off inside of you. “Just like that, baby, give it to me.”

His mouth was close to your ear, allowing you to hear his hisses and moans even better. “So fucking good—fuck!—tight and wet, all for me, take all my cum so well… Mhm, fuck!”

Because you both had to take a quick shower again to wash the scent of sex away, you didn’t have enough time to grab drinks before the movie. Instead, you decided to enter the cinema, get popcorn and drinks, and sit around until the movie starts, both buzzing from your orgasms. Even if you forgot about it for a second, the slight soreness between your legs served as a reminder that his cock was inside of you not that long ago, slamming into your walls, desperate for release.

As you waited around the register, you both reached for your wallets. “Oh, no! I’m buying,” he told you, shaking his head to get a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“Wait, why are you buying?” you asked with a chuckle, wondering how far his sweetness went. “Are you one of those guys who always have to pay?”

“No, it’s your treat,” Jungkook explained, pointing his card at you with a smirk.

“Good, I want to pay,” you nodded, happy that he was actually going to let you do it, but Jungkook placed his hand over yours.

“No, I meant, it’s your treat. It’s stream money you don’t want to take, so I’ll spend it on you,” he said with a giggle, handing the attendant his card before you could protest. 

“Jungkook!” you hissed at him, looking around nervously. Hopefully, no one heard his remark. Jungkook had contacted you offering to give you half of the money from the stream that night. In fact, he first offered you to take the whole thing, saying he broke a viewership record because of you and got a lot more exclusive subscribers.

You, of course, turned it down, feeling embarrassed just thinking about it. Jungkook then offered to split it 50/50, thinking you were just being humble. But, you didn’t want any stream money—it wasn’t why you showed up on stream. It was a moment of weakness and a lot of attraction toward Jungkook.

“What?” the culprit laughed, nudging you, and you suddenly felt like the roles had reversed. You were now the one who got flustered and he seemed to be doing just fine, even though he was mentioning streams and money in public. “Everyone streams on Twitch nowadays, relax.” 

“Kids these days!” you mumbled, shaking your head at him.

“What can I say?” Jungkook shrugged, looking down at you with a smirk. “You were a hit.”

“Stop,” you mouthed and took the popcorn and drink from the attendant’s hand, making your way over to the empty seating area.

When Jungkook joined you, you talked a bit about the movie, but soon enough, silence ensued. Both of you ate your popcorn in silence, seemingly lost in thought. You were thinking about how the date was the exact opposite of what you expected, but in a good way. Not many guys out there made you feel comfortable enough to sleep with them before you even go out and spend time with them. Jungkook always seemed to be the exception.

“When was your last date?” you asked, telling yourself it was just to keep the conversation going. A part of you knew you were trying to get Jungkook to open up a bit more. The more he opened up, the closer you two would get, and the closer you got… Well, the more sex you could have without being awkward about it, and wasn’t that what it was all about?

Jungkook took a big sip of his drink and sighed before responding. “Oh… A long time ago. Maybe a year? I don't know.”

A year wasn’t that bad, you thought. Of course, a guy like him could have a different day every night if he just put himself out there a bit more, but Jungkook wasn’t in the right headspace for that right then. “How’d it go?”

Jungkook scoffed before bursting into laughter as if the whole premise was funny to him. “It’s me. What do you think?”

Self-deprecating humor was his thing, but you were starting to think he really meant a lot of the things he said. For example, his opinion about his abilities was completely wrong, and anyone who knew him could tell him that. “I don’t know,” you shrugged and gave him a smile, which made him look away, the corners of his mouth turning upward as he tried hard not to smile back. “I think this one’s going great.”

Your confession made Jungkook gulp, eyes still focused on the floor in front of you rather than you. “This one got a bit twisted,” he quickly found an excuse for his apparent success, glossing over your sincere compliment. “Nothing’s linear.”

“You mean, we should have gone out first and then had sex?” you suggested with a grin, and Jungkook couldn’t contain his smile now. That time, he looked at you when he smiled, giving you a quick nod before explaining, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Hm. I figured you’d be more at ease if he got that done first.” It was true, and it worked. Jungkook did seem a lot more comfortable at the cinema than he was when he’d first arrived at your place with clammy hands and a shaky voice. Sure, he still wasn’t great at maintaining eye contact, but you were sure he’d get there.

“Smart thinking,” Jungkook raised his soft drink and chuckled, shaking his head. A tinge of pink flushed his cheeks, and you got a sudden urge to kiss him. You didn’t act on it, thinking it would be too weird to do that in public, or anywhere for that matter.

“So, how did the date go?” you asked just to say something and stop feeling weird about wanting to touch him.

Jungkook didn’t even have to think before responding with a scoff, “Not good.”

“Why?” You felt a bad invasive with all the questions, but it was the only way you could get inside his head, even for a little bit. If he’d asked you something, you would have gone on for as long as he wanted you to. Jungkook was just a tough nut to crack, which didn’t mean he was uncrackable.

He faced you again, this time with a smirk and a cocked-up eyebrow. “Do you really want to know this or are you trying to get me to talk more?”

Caught red-handed, you chuckled. “A bit of both. I’m just curious. I want to… Know more about you.”

Jungkook sighed deeply, a sign of surrender “It sucked, actually. I liked this girl, but I… Didn’t really talk to her, so she was the one who asked me out, which already made me feel like an idiot, and then she chose a restaurant for a date, and I really hate eating around people, especially on dates,” Jungkook rambled, pausing only to grimace. “I knew her from class, but didn’t actually know her, so having dinner with her, trying to talk and eat… It was, uh, a mess.”

“But you liked her!” you pointed out, unsure of why Jungkook thought it was such a bad date. Okay, the eating in public thing could be a problem, but he got to take out someone he liked and who clearly liked him enough to ask him out first.

“Yeah…” Jungkook’s tone of voice told you it wasn’t that simple. “I mean, I liked the way she looked. And she seemed nice, but I could see her interest dropping as time passed and she realized I wasn’t as talkative as she needed me to be.”

For a second or two, you didn’t know what to say, finding his conclusion sad. That was what it was—plain sad. Being young had its perks, but one of the worst things about it—from your experience at least—was that nobody knew what they were looking for, everyone was afraid to ask for it, and most people were wondering if they were strange.

This girl was visibly losing interest during their date, and Jungkook could notice it, which probably made him feel like shit. You could only imagine how he felt when he went home after the date and blamed his awkwardness for ruining the whole thing. Stuff like that had happened to you before, but you never went home thinking it was your fault—it was just that you two weren’t compatible. Just like your date had certain expectations and requirements, so did you. 

Jungkook focused too much on what other people wanted, and not enough on what he wanted. You wanted to know more, so you asked, “Did you ever ask her out again?”

“No. It felt awkward and by the time we were done, she just wanted to go home as fast as possible,” he explained, which was kind of what you expected to hear. “Later, her friend told me she got the feeling I was uninterested in her, which I don’t know how.”

“You don’t?” You cocked your head to the side and asked Jungkook while hoping you weren’t making him uncomfortable. “You don’t really give the I’m interested vibe often if I’m being honest.”

“Wait,” Jungkook now turned his chest towards you, looking right at you with a worried expression. “Do you think I’m not interested?”

“No, I’m just saying I get how she could get that impression,” you stressed. 

“You do?” Once again, Jungkook seemed surprised.

You wanted to be honest with him, but you weren’t there with the intention of hurting his feelings. It seemed like he had a distorted perception of how others saw him and his behavior. He thought he was being too obvious while others thought he was being cold. “If you weren’t friends with Taehyung and I didn’t know at least something about you, including the fact that you’re not great at talking to women, I would definitely think you weren’t interested in me.” 

Jungkook groaned, rubbing the inner corners of his eyes out of frustration. “I can’t take my eyes off of you whenever we’re together, what do you mean?”

“You’re cute,” you said with a grin, unable to keep focused on what you wanted to say when Jugngkook was being so sweet without even realizing. The exasperated tone he used just made it even cuter in your book. “Like you said, things weren’t really linear here. If I met you on a date for the first time, you probably wouldn’t talk to me as much as you do now, and I wouldn’t get to see the other side of you—the way you act when we’re alone and things get sexual,” you lowered your voice when you spoke, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. “Just think about it, this girl was into you, asked you out, and then you stayed silent most of the night. Of course she thought you’re not into her and wouldn’t want to see you again, it’s embarrassing.”

Jungkook thought about it for a while, nodding as his eyes wandered around the room, eyebrows scrunched over his eyes. “You’re right, I guess. I just thought she was totally put off by my personality.”

“You’re a fool, stop saying that!” You smacked his thigh playfully, but you meant it. “Just because Taehyung says something, doesn’t make it true. He’s a very open and talkative person, but he bullshits a lot. If I went on a date with Taehyung, he’d never get laid just because he acts greasy around the women he likes, and he’s so sweet to all the girls out there. Not everyone is into that. Him saying you should be more like him isn’t the best advice out there, let’s just say that.”

“His loss, my gain,” Jungkook mumbled, chuckling when your eyes met. “You know what I mean.”

“Yes, exactly. I mean, I’m more like you than Taehyung.”

Your confession got Jungkook to look at you with his mouth open before he scoffed. “You? No way. If you weren’t as talkative and nice and welcoming as you are, our conversations would get boring, fast.”

“But I’m only that way with you because we know each other,” you pointed out. It was true. You weren’t the most outgoing person out there, either, especially not when it came to personal things. “Now we know each other in a different way too, but I know who you are, what kind of person you are, and I feel comfortable around you, so I can talk a lot and share things with you.”

“That’s good. I should look at this that way too.”

“You should, there’s really nothing to lose,” you leaned in to whisper the last part, not wanting to embarrass Jungkook in public. “You already got laid, so you can’t fuck anything up.”

The thought made him gulp loudly before he side-eyed you. That simple movement told you Jungkook still wasn’t convinced. “I can’t lose the chance of it happening again?”

You shook your head at him with a snicker. Clearly, it was time for you to be blunt again, even if it made him get all flustered. “With that dick? Please.”

“Oh, so that’s what you’re here for?” His tone was playful, but you could tell it wasn’t all fun and games for Jungkook. 

“Yeah, definitely,” you responded sarcastically. If anything, you thought it was pretty clear you couldn’t stop staring at the guy. But, he was too busy hiding from your gaze to notice. “It’s not like I have been laughing half of the night or anything like that.”

“To be fair, you laugh at your own jokes more than you do mine,” Jungkook pointed out, but his smile told you he enjoyed the compliment. 

“Can’t help being funny, what can I say?” 

Jungkook laughed, tonguing his cheek before he responded. “You really are Taehyung’s roommate, aren’t you?”

After the movie, Jungkook got you two an Uber and walked out of it with you, wanting to walk you home. For someone who kept saying he sucked at dating and didn’t know what he was doing, Jungkook was doing just fine.

Once you walked up to the door and unlocked it, you faced him just to find him smiling at you softly.

“Thanks for a really fun night,” Jungkook told you, his hands stuck into the pocket of his jeans as he looked around and sighed deeply. “I had a great time. Sorry about being early and all that.”

“Thank you, I can’t remember the last time I even went on a date, let alone liked it,” you admitted. Jungkook maybe didn’t get that people your age didn’t really go out on dates anymore. It was all one-night stands or dates that weren’t exactly dates but more of sex prep, and you forgot the last time someone actually put some effort into getting to know you better. “And it’s good that you came earlier, right? We had some time to have fun.”

His hand flew to the back of his head of curls and scratched it, his face giving off just how uncomfortable he felt. “I, uh, this is gonna sound stupid, but I don’t want you to think I came here with the intention to fuck,” Jungkook mumbled. You could tell it wasn’t his favorite topic to discuss, but he kept on talking. “I didn’t have any expectations and I just really wanted to go on a real date with you.”

“I know,” you responded right away, hoping that would help Jungkook relax. “I’m glad we did that too.”

“Which of these things exactly?”

“Both,” you confessed, fighting the urge to chuckle nervously. “I know you didn’t expect anything, neither did I, if I’m being honest, but… It happened. Somehow, it always does around you.”

Jungkook hummed, nodding slowly. “I’m taking that as a good sign.”

“You should. It means I find you extremely attractive,” you complimented him, knowing it would get Jungkook all flustered, which it did.

However, he quickly recovered. “Trust me, the feeling’s mutual.”

“Great then. Good to know.” You sighed, realizing you could stand outside and talk to him for hours. “I’d invite you in, but I’m too tired to fool around or do anything like that.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jungkook shook his head, making it clear he wasn’t trying to linger around until you let him. “I’m not that greedy. Or confident.”

“You should be,” you said with a shrug. If there was a guy who deserved to feel good about himself, it was Jungkook. “Thanks for walking me home, Jungkook, and for the date, and everything before, including the flowers. You’re really sweet.”

“It’s really not a problem. Thank you for letting me take you out.”

You felt like Jungkook was lingering because he wanted to kiss you but wasn’t sure if that was appropriate or welcomed, so instead of letting him torture himself like that, you leaned in for a hug, which he gladly accepted. Then, you moved your head a bit back so you could face him, and let him take the lead if he wanted to.

As expected, Jungkook leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. It wasn’t a peck, it was a real kiss, his lips pressed against yours for longer than just a couple of seconds while he held his breath and his arms around you. 

After a while, Jungkook moved away and breathed out loudly, looking right into your eyes. “I… I am interested in you, you know. Just want to put that out there in case I gave off the wrong impression.”

“Jungkook, I know,” you told him softly, nodding, trying not to laugh at his cuteness. “I’m interested in you too.”

“Right,” Jungkook nodded, taking a step back, “I… Good, then. Things are good. I’ll see you soon.” With that, he leaned in and kissed you again, this time keeping your lips pressed together for even longer. “Thanks for everything. Have a good night.”

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sorry, i’m an anti-romantic chapter thirty-five: y/n reputation era 🐍

we love to see them realising they misinterpreted the whole situation and immediately making plans to fix it!! imo it’s the only way to do a miscommunication trope, just clear that shit up lol 🌸

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#summary: after years of casual dating and never committing to relationships, your friends challenge you to fall in love. which is why you seek out park sunghoon, the campus heartbreaker, to pretend to break your heart. little do you know: his reputation is a complete lie.

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