Work For It - Jjk

Work For It - jjk

"what the hell are you wearing?" | jungkook comes over sooner than you expected and finds you in a compromising position ;)

» genre: smut, maid costume 🕺 fluff, established relationships n they're both simps! streamer au

» word count: 2.7k

Work For It - jjk

i sigh heavily as i tug the tiny skirt down, purposely out of frame although i know my chat can tell i'm back by the way they begin to spam with glee.

i grab my pink cat ear headphones (as previously gifted by my boyfriend, not of my own will, although i find them rather adorable but would never admit it) and place them back on once again before speaking to my stream.

a week ago, gaining 1,000 subs in only seven days seemed an impossible task for a small time overwatch streamer. but what i’d assumed to be an unreachable sub goal had somehow been turned into an internet spectacle, and i had been naive to think men on the internet would not have taken advantage of my stupidity.

or that they wouldn't hold me to it.

“alright no disgusting comments or else horny jail to all of you!”

i sit back down in my chair with cheeks red, hoping my embarrassment wasn't noticeable due to my somewhat dim lighting.

“okay last round in the maid costume, as promised, then i'm done!”

and after the quickest round i've ever played i'm giving the most heartfelt thanks i can to all who supported me and signing off, promising to see them all soon and sending them off by blowing a kiss.

as soon as the streams off and the camera no longer flashes red, i heave back into my seat, completely unaware that that last round was not as fast as i thought it was and i had taken much longer to put on this stupid costume than i had anticipated.

i knew jungkook was coming over by 7, and my stream hardly ever went past 6:30.

but today it had, and i'd never regretted giving him a key to my apartment more than i had when he walked through my bedroom doorway in utter shock.

his naturally adored doe eyes were the widest i’d seen and i was not the only person in the room with a blush.

“w-what-”

“oh. well this is weird.” i spin around in my chair to face him, there's nothing to do about it now, the damage is done. I rest my chin on my hand as i face him in my seat, watching as he looks me up and down in surprise.

"what the hell are you wearing?” he finally lets out, giggling all at the same time as he crosses the room and pulls the extra chair beside me.

“i exceeded my sub goal, and i may have jokingly said if i gained a thousand by friday i would play a round in a maid costume.” i shyly admit, realizing now how stupid this all was and how i was most definitely taken advantage of by the internet.

to my surprise he sighs and chuckles, “jesus for a second i was worried you'd moved on from streaming just gaming.”

i look at him confusedly, “moved on from gaming …?” then the lightbulb goes off to what he was insinuating, “yah jeon jungkook!” he earns himself a slap on the arm and one on his thigh as he shields away from me with a laugh.

“what?! you're hot enough for it and you'd definitely make more money.” i cross my arms under my chest and his eyes don't do much to hide the way he shamelessly stares at the way they sit atop my arms, my cleavage on display from his taller angle.

“my eyes are up here jeon.” i uncross my arms and lift his chin with my fingers. “also, if you're so pro-cam girl then maybe i should.”

“hey now i didn't-”

“you think maybe a cat girl next? i think cosplay would be my thing. could probably make good money playing innocent characters since you tell me it's a part of my charm all the time.” i give him a seductive smile, playing it all to his personal likings.

“you'd be willing to do all that for old creepy men but not for me?” he scoots his seat closer and puts his hands on my knees, a pout resting on his face.

“why give valuable things away for free? this is simple supply and demand jungkook, you of all people ought to understand, it was your suggestion of course.”

he whines and pulls me closer to where our knees are touching, “i never suggested it! i got worried you were doing other things and jumped to conclusions, this is what i get for missing your stream last week.”

i grin and reach a hand out to twist his dark locks in my hand, “since you realize your mistake i won't tease you anymore.”

he lifts his head up and stares at me blankly for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, and i watch the smirk grow on his face, i already figured this would happen as soon as he caught me. “well, we both know what has to happen now.”

i giggle as he pulls me from my seat and towards my bed, “what makes you so sure I’m gonna let you fuck me with a maid costume on?” he opens his mouth prepared with some witty response i’m sure, but i ask, “also, are you really even into this? I thought we were memeing.”

he grins and shakes his head, “oh i am dead serious about this.”

“so you’re actually into this?”

he stares at me perplexed, “y/n i have never been so serious about anything in my whole life.”

we both chuckle at his response and he leans in to kiss me but i laugh, “i’m sorry, but seriously? a maid costume?”

he leans into me and groans, “baby please stop interrogating me about it.”

i shake my head, “i just don’t understand! you’ve never even mentioned being into costumes and stuff let alone specifically this.”

he sighs against my shoulder, “what do you want me to explain? that seeing my girlfriend in a sexy unrealistic maid costume with her boobs on display and her ass hanging out of the skirt has me hard as a rock in my pants? is that really hard to believe?!”

my laughter fills the room at his confession, “okay okay so it's more of an outfit thing and not really the whole dressing up thing?”

he nods and hums, “well, kind of, we could get more creative.”

i can practically hear the mischief in his voice, “creative, how? i’m not cooking or cleaning for you.”

he takes a step back, arms still wrapped around my waist and examines me, “you can work for me in other ways, as my maid.”

“work for you?” i repeat, a smile forming on my face, how lucky he is that i prefer giving than receiving.

i hum and flip us around and push him onto the bed with a large grin, “is this what you wanted, sir?”

he crawls up on the bed until his back is against my bed frame, eyes blown out and hardly containing his eagerness. only now am i able to notice the tent in his sweats, he really wasn’t joking. “yes, maid, you do know what to do, right?

i nod slowly, crawling onto the bed with him and soaking in the way his eyes follow me with adoration. I sit beside him and place a gentle hand on his jaw, “may i, please?”

i feel his hot breath against my face and he whispers a yes, leaving me to close the gap between our lips. i kiss him delicately, as if i’m hesitant, and he mimics best he can until he becomes greedy. pushing against me, hands roaming my body anywhere he could reach and grab and he begins to lick at my lips until i open my mouth, allowing him in.

i could just kiss him for hours and never be bored, and many days he lets me. but today is his lucky day i suppose, and i’m sure he’d agree.

i move my hand from his hair and trail it down his chest, using my nails to create a chilling feathery sensation on his skin and he grins, pulling me by the bottom of my thighs towards him and positioning me on top of him, oh my favorite.

i smile and pull away, leaving a hand on his shoulder as i look at him, lips glossy from my makeup and i decide then and there i should do that more often because he looks angelic. “for a maid you seem to be spoiling me a bit, don’t you think?”

he just smiles and shrugs, “i treat my workers well.” he kisses me chastly, “and we’ll see if you still think i’m spoiling you after i paint your pretty lips white, hm?”

i fake gasp, “such a dirty mouth.” i rub my nose against his, “it would be my pleasure, though.”

“i bet it will be.” he leans back in more fervently, showing his need by the way he explores my mouth and grips at my ass through my tiny skirt, vocalizing just how much he enjoys it through small moans as he has his way with my body.

i only allow him a few more minutes before breaking the kiss and leaning into him, trailing my lips down his neck and rolling my hips against him. he rolls his head back against the bed frame and cusses, “you’re working so hard, almost like you’re getting paid.”

“almost?” i speak breathlessly into his ear, “guess i’m not working hard enough.”

he watches as i sink down on the bed and tug at his sweats, lifting his hips for me and kicking them off entirely leaving him only in his boxers that never leave much to the imagination. “something more like this, sir?”

he groans out a yes as i palm him, “you’re surely not getting paid to tease me.”

i grin, “just making sure.” he narrows his eyes, unappreciative of my joke and allows me to roll the rest of his clothing down, and resuming exactly where i was before. my hand won’t be enough unless i really plan on working at it but frankly i don’t, so after a few moments of preparation i lean down and place small kisses from his hips, then to his tip and he shutters. i trail my tongue flat against the base of his cock to the tip, swirling my tongue around and repeating the pattern until i feel his hand at the back of my head, wordlessly instructing me to take him all in and i do, looking at him with innocent eyes, knowing he loves it and it's one of my charms.

i work my way lower and lower each time, listening to his moans of approval and the way he grips a little tighter the deeper i take him, and to me it's a reward, knowing he enjoys it so much. “god baby, don’t fucking stop.”

i remove my mouth for a second and grin messily, “yes sir.”

he bites his lips and i don’t allow myself to cherish the way he looks at me, i’m determined to give him exactly what he requested. i take him as far as i comfortably can, and a little more, and stay as long as i can, allowing my throat to close periodically around him and hearing him groan each time. he begins to buck his hips into my face, nearing the end and struggling to maintain his composure.

"fuck, sit up.” he instructs, grabbing his length and rising to his knees in front of me as i sit on my legs, looking up at him. He grins and shakes his head at my eagerness, lending a hand out to my face as his thumb tugs on my bottom lip and i open my mouth. he places the tip of his cock on my tongue, aimed at my mouth as he jerks himself off until he comes in my mouth, some still managing to get on my face.

he relaxes back and stares at me for a moment, “you’re gorgeous.”

i tentatively open my eyes, “glad to know you still think i’m pretty with cum on my face.” he chuckles and i instruct him to open my bedside table that has a face towel tucked into it and cleans his mess off of me, giving me plenty of soft kisses and thank you’s.

“jungkook!” he hums and digs his face in my neck. “how about one more thing, hm?”

he picks his head up, “i’m listening.”

i grin and lean into his ear, “how about my payment, now?”

he takes a deep breath and looks at me, “i will do anything for you.”

i shake my head, “simp.”

he grins and kisses me, “you gave me head in a maid costume, i’d marry you right now if i could.”

i scoff, and push him lightly, letting him fall back against the bed, “shut up!”

he smiles at me as i straddle him again and lean in to kiss him, lips pressing together with much less care than before, and he gets excited quickly, flipping me over before kissing my neck and pulling my tights and underwear down, “never thought i’d say this, but it pains me to take your clothes off.”

i giggle and tug at the bottom of his shirt, “can’t say the same.” he strips his shirt off and tosses it in the same direction of my underwear, his lips resume their exploration of my neck and chest as one of his hands ghost the insides of my thigh, drawing circles on them but never moving closer.

i whine impatiently, grabbing his hand and moving it to cup my heat and he chuckles against my skin, running a finger across my slit teasingly, “so needy and wet.”

i hum, “want you so bad jungkook.”

he groans against my skin, slipping a finger inside of me and gently pumping in and out almost teasingly. i let out small noises of appreciation and he graces me with another finger, “so pretty baby.”

he removes his hand and begins to position himself until i stop him, “what?”

i smile and bat my eyes, “wanna ride you.”

he practically moans at my confession and wastes no time seating himself and helping me get into position, lining his tip with my entrance and slowly sinking myself onto him. i allow myself to get lost in the feeling of him stretching my walls, rubbing against them so deliciously i could ride him all day if only i had the stamina. “fuck i am not going to last long.” he tells me, eyeing my chest in front of him coupled with the way i wrap so tightly around him, and its relieving because after teasing me with his fingers and our earlier adventure i was sure i woudln’t either.

i lift my hips at a speed pattern that has me mewling in his lap, as he helps me out with both hands gripping at my ass, his lips kissing, biting, and sucking at my exposed cleavage and he groans, “so fucking wet baby, fuck please let me.”

he doesn’t need more than my tired nod of approval before flipping me onto my back and moving his hands up to the top of my thighs, underneath my knees as he spreads my legs and repositions himself before thrusting into me hard. both of us worked up and chasing our high and he reaches a hand out to draw circles on my clit and i moan loudly followed by a string of cuss words and his name.

he groans at the way i tighten around his cock and my back arches off the bed at his movements, knowing exactly how to get me to cum around him, “come on baby, you close?” he asks breathlessly.

i nod quickly, “y-yes fuck, so close.” my hands begin to curl into the bedsheets and i feel my high hit me like a brick wall, my vision fades as i cum around him. he cusses and chases his own high, pulling out soon after and finishing on my stomach.

“fuck, that was good.” he says, crashing beside me with one arm underneath his head.

i grin, “always good with you.”

he admires me, “and you called me a simp.”

i smile and roll over into his arms to kiss him, “we’re both simps. now, do you wanna help me shower or not?”

thank u so much for reading n i hope u enjoyed !!! kisses have a beautiful day <3 - ara :)

masterlist | taglist

taglist: @marvelahsobx @notbotheredtho @fragmentof-indifference @jwnghyuns @heronstairsxd @isab3lita @shescharlie @kooookie @jeonzll

bts as boyfriends! <3

Namjoon

attracted to your intelligence & creativity

loves late night deep talks

gets shy/nervous easily

wants affection, struggles to admit it

recommends his favorite books

sightseeing, nature, museum dates, wants to explore, learn, & grow with you<3

Seokjin

yeah he's gorgeous but wins you over with his humour, makes you feel forever young. (get it, haha)

best friends with your siblings & parents.

cooks with u !!

loves it when you play video games with him.

dinner dates uwu

gets red easily (doesn't take much).

would be your personal photographer

Yoongi

shy baby! crushed on you for a long time before pursuing you.

very respectful, shows affection in little ways.

love language is probably gift giving & acts of service.

coffee dates, stargazing, just talking and enjoying each other's presence <3

so incredibly easy to love

encourages you to pursue your dreams.

Hoseok

shy in the beginning, quiet but quirky.

extremely supportive of everything you do.

would want to buy you things n dress you like a doll (would def do the matching outfits thing)

movie nights, dancing in the living room, karaoke at the bar.

would smile into the kiss

extremely passionate and committed

Jimin

wasted no time pursuing you.

especially sweet to you, but would still make fun of you.

loves to cuddle, play wrestling, nice dinners, showing you off 💅

every single love language to ever exist embodied in one human.

clingy. cmon now.

loves unconditionally and wholeheartedly

Taehyung

TOUCHY. cant get enough. doesn't matter how or where. especially clingy in the mornings.

quality time and physical affection.

wants to travel the world with you.

dinner dates, karaoke (singing while cooking with you 😫) shopping trips, mingling at clubs.

110% spoils you.

would giggle while kissing you.

Jungkook

everyone knew he liked you because he shares his food with you.

wants to play video games with you (preferably in his lap) just to see you pout when you lose (bc he would NOT let you win)

child-like type of love, food fights in the kitchen, bumping into each other purposefully, playful bickering, little kisses

sings to you and begs you to join him.

movie dates with comfy clothes + fluffy blankets, loves to be little spoon too 😡

so so so incredibly proud of you and reminds you constantly. your #1 fan 4 life.

words of affirmation !

fun fact: this is a revamp of the first ever bts imagine/drabble i wrote 🥺. feel free to add on 🕺 id love to hear what y'all think <3 and as always wishing everyone who sees this a very very fantastic day! - ara :)

masterlist | taglist

taglist: @marvelahsobx @notbotheredtho

Is There Somewhere - jjk

try putting an unstoppable force (alcohol) and an immovable object (two horny teenagers) and you get me and jungkook making out at a party our freshman year of college.

» genre: fluff! angst, secret relationship, friends to lovers

» word count: 4.3k

» warnings: mention of blood, sex and profanity.

Is There Somewhere - jjk

There's always a certain fear that comes with having it all. The moment you realize you have something you couldn’t stand to lose, the notion all humans choose to ignore, that everything is finite, mortal, begins to creep into your mind. Some are fortunate enough to ignore this, to not let the fear of the future dictate their decisions. Others play it safe, or are completely driven by their fears and anxieties.

I sit around a campfire with several of my best friends. We’ve known each other for years, grown up together, went from playing tag in the schoolyard to drinking in our parents' empty house. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a single person here, but telling them the truth is apparently the exception to that rule. Can’t I have the best of both worlds?

I believe deep down that they’d be supportive, that this wouldn’t be that big of a deal and they totally wouldn’t see it as breaking the rules or putting the group on the line. However the possibility that any of that is remotely true, is enough to turn me away from telling anyone. Ever. We’ve discussed our groups ability to withstand the tests of time for years, theories ranging from normal to psychotic depending on who's bringing it up (namjoon whose more than happy to give his genuine input or taehyung who merely wants to speak as much nonsense as humanly possible, at all times). The only thing we’ve all agreed about were three things. 1: arguments are resolved quickly and calmly, and never talked about again. 2: the “know your audience” joke, which is our kind way of reminding each other a joke may have been distasteful or too far. And the final 3: we don’t date each other.

“It just always seems like as soon as you have a couple in a friend group it's just bound to implode.” taehyung shrugs, rotating his double marshmallow inside the fire (we’ve told him they’ll burn, he is not concerned).

Mina frowns, “I don’t think so. A general statement like that is too vague, it really just depends. I think we could do it.”

Taehyung looks up surprised, “You and I?!”

Mina’s eyes widen and she looks at him bewildered, “No! Idiot, our little group. I think we could withstand it.”

He laughs at her, “You’re just a hopeless romantic and chronically single. You’re pro-love in any situation.”

She ass-eyes him and slouches in her lawn chair, “You’re mean. I like a good friends to lovers trope, I think it's romantic. Especially if they’ve known each other for years, I mean, come on, a single person knowing just about everything you’ve ever done, bad and all, and still choosing you? Who doesn’t want that?”

Taehyung lifts his charred marshmallows out of the fire with a satisfied smirk, “Perfect.”

Jungkook laughs beside him, joining him on the log bench with the rest of the s'mores fixings. “Jesus Taehyung, who's going to eat those?”

“Me.” He says admiring the food.

I watch the fire crackle and try to move past the conversation previously being held. I figured Jungkook of all people would also pretend to have no say or care, being my boyfriend and all.

In our defense, we did not see this coming. Try putting an unstoppable force (a horny teenager) and an immovable object (alcohol) and you get me and Jungkook making out at a party our freshman year of college. And I even consider myself a very rational human being. I put others before me, I make good decisions, I am a responsible person who makes responsible decisions. And yet, somehow, there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop myself from seeing Jungkook.

I make it sound simple, like we realized there was nothing to do and we did nothing, but damned did we try. The morning after the party was an awkward one. We hadn’t done any irreparable damage at that point, it wasn’t like we slept with each other, we’d simply had too many drinks. I would’ve kissed anything remotely human-like with that much tequila in me.

All I remember is waking up in my dorm room at the sound of gentle knocking on my door. “Go away.” I mumble through restled bedsheets.

“I brought you iced coffee.” Enough said. I leaped from my bed, not bothering to debate who actually was at my door, and especially not what I looked like or what I was wearing. This became obvious as I opened the door to Jungkook, who is always noticeably well-kept (unless you catch him in the mornings, but that’s an impossible task as he wakes up at ungodly hours to exercise). He grins and hands me the coffee, one of his own in his other hand. I thank him and close the door behind him as he invites himself in, admiring my room. “You finished decorating.”

I nod, sitting back down on my bed and groggily sipping on my drink. “Yeah, now I just need to hang those photos, but I need a step stool or a chair.”

He looks around before finding the string lights with clothespins but no photos attached. “You can’t reach that?”

I scowl at him, “No.” He chuckles, taking the pile of photos I have and halting them before handing them to me and standing on my bed. "Is there any specific order you want these in?”

I shake my head, “No, and you don’t have to do this, I was gonna try to convince the cute guy down the hall to do it for me.”

He narrows his eyes and begins clipping the photos, “Why have that cute guy do it when you could have this cute guy do it for you, and better?”

I look up at him but he pretends not to see me, busying himself with the task he gave himself. “Because it’s actually just a ploy to get him in my room so he can rail me.”

He winces and I laugh, having said it on purpose to elicit such a reaction, “Gross Y/N.” I join him by standing on top of my bed and begin clipping the photos he gave me. We work in silence for a few minutes, and apparently teetering back and forth and on my toes on my bed is not as easy as you’d think. I catch myself a few times and as does Jungkook, usually one of us moving throws off the balance of the other, until one fatal lean back to check if the photos in front of me were equidistant leaves me entirely unbalanced and falling (thankfully) onto my bed, but (not so thankfully) taking Jungkook right down with me.

I can’t give you the details of how exactly he fell, but however he fell he managed to drop face first, and his nose collided with my hip bone. I cuss and groan before looking towards Jungkook, who does not seem to find this half as amusing as I do, “are you okay?”

He finally looks up to me, eyes wide and panicked as blood runs like a stream out of his left nostril, “i-is my nose bleeding?”

I took him out of my room and to the nearest restroom I could find and instructed him to sit on the counter and lift his head. He grumbles and complains the entire time, “I know what to do, mom.”

I laughed as I wet a bundle of paper towels, “Oh yeah, you had a bloody nose like every day in middle school.”

He tries to shake his head and grins, “Yeah, it made me look cool and tough but I had to have missed a month's worth of recess.”

I hand him a paper towel and he plugs his nose with it. I jump up onto the counter with him and begin cleaning him off, “God you made a mess.” I mumble, wiping at his face and even his neck, “hope you didn’t get any on my bed sheets, I just bought those.”

“I think you’re forgetting I’m entirely in this situation because of you.”

I scoff, “I told you you didn’t have to help me.”

“I just wanted to talk to you.”

I stop wiping and let my hand drop to my lap, “What about?”

He moves the bloodied towel away from his nose and looks down, and I make a mental note of how close I must have gotten when I was helping him, and he notices too, but we’re both too stubborn to move. By this point, I hadn’t decided what I was going to do if Jungkook brought up the night before. I was hoping, like me, he’d also pretend it never happened and move on.

I was wrong. There was no time to run through every scenario, I mean he woke me up for god sake. I had no idea what to do or what was going to happen.

“I mean, don’t you think we should talk about it?”

Out of all the possible things I could have done in that moment, I chose to lie. “A-about what?”

He looks at me with brows furrowed before his gaze falls to the tile below us, “So you’re going to pretend you don’t remember.” He chuckles, “You know, I thought you might, but I had more faith that you’d be able to reject me honestly than lie to me.”

His words break my heart, “Jungkook I-”

“No, don’t please.” He turns to climb off the counter and walk towards the bathroom doors, and I’m unsure what possessed me to do what I did, but with no ounce of hesitation I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back. My method of stopping him had worked, but apparently my brain on a whim only thinks ahead five seconds, and as soon as he looked down at me I was absolutely speechless.

He turns to walk away from me again and I guess I was lucky enough to have one last chance, this time spinning him around myself and looking at him with just as much passion as he showed me, and I pushed up on my toes and grabbed the back of his neck, rather forcefully pulling him into a kiss.

It was not my finest moment, but it got the point across. I definitely caught him off-guard, but once he realized I had no intention of pulling away this time he quickly took control. It was as if we had both silently agreed to let go of the shackles just this once. I let him back me into the wall and lick at my lips, pressing against each other and kissing almost greedily. I let my hands run through his hair and his hands raked my body, trying to find a spot anywhere but never settling, like he couldn’t have enough of me.

It wasn’t until the bathroom door opened that we could pull away from each other. In walks a very disheveled looking freshman girl, whose face wrinkles in disgust upon the sight of us.

“W-we were just leaving, bloody nose.” I chuckle awkwardly and point at him, passing the less-than-entertained girl and dragging Jungkook back into my room.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding once I closed the door behind me, leaning against it and catching my breath as Jungkook does the same against the desk across from me, pulling out the chair and sitting on it. His nose begins to drip again and I chuckle, handing him a tissue.

He looks up at me before taking it with a grin, “thanks.”

Silence falls again. The tension built up in one tiny room could not be cut with a chainsaw. “So, that was something.”

I nod, tucking my lips together, “Yep, sure was.”

He sighs and runs his hands through his messy hair. It’s a mess because of you. “Y/N, c-can I just be honest? Because I’m tired of doing this.”

I furrow my brows, “Tired of doing what?”

He throws his hands down defeatedly, “I’m tired of pretending there's nothing between us!” He confesses, I stand silently, racking my brain, “I’m tired of treating you like a friend when you haven’t felt like one in months. I figured I just had a crush, a-and it would pass eventually, but it hasn’t and I can’t get you out of my head. You’re driving me crazy with all this joking and flirting and kissing me a-and not even entertaining the idea that you might like me back.” I stare at the ground. Radio-silence in my mind. I hear him sigh, “Is it too much for you? I-I mean, can you say anything?”

I open my mouth but all that leaves it is hot air, and I look at him, and suddenly the words spill out, “I like you too Jungkook.”

His eyes lighten but he doesn’t seem convinced, “So why have you been so, mean and indifferent towards me?”

I sigh and lean my head against the door, “To punish myself for falling for you. I didn’t mean to hurt you as well.”

He looks hurt, “Why would you punish yourself for liking me?”

“Because we can’t be together, Jungkook. In any way.”

He rises from his seat and stands in front of me, “Why not?”

I let my head fall and look up at him apologetically, “Because, think of the repercussions if we don’t work out. Not only is there a chance we lose each other permanently, forever, but there's also a chance we take our friends with us.” I laugh, “Hell, we could take the entire group down with us.”

He shakes his head, not believing a single word coming out of my mouth, “You always think the worst Y/N, us being friends only puts us in a better position to start a relationship, not a worse one.”

I stare at my socked feet, “There’s just too much to lose Jungkook, I-I can’t take that chance.” He exhales and lifts my chin. I can tell he wants to kiss me by the way he stares at my lips, and I know he’ll break me if he does. “Don’t.”

He shakes his head, “Stop me then.”

And I don’t, he presses our lips together and I don’t so much as push against him. I let him lift my arms around his shoulders and rest his arms against my hips. This kiss is entirely different to the last, or any. It lingers for minutes after he pulls away.

“Do you really want to walk away from this knowing you never even tried?” He asks, hardly parting from me to ask such a question, his lips brush against mine as he speaks, and he kisses me more the longer I take to respond.

I pull away this time, “I-I want to fight so bad, but I can’t take losing you, or anyone else.” I feel myself beginning to choke up, tears threatening to brim in my eyes at the dilemma presented in front of me.

He nods, “I understand, I really do, so I have an idea.”

I look up at him with eyes filled with hope, “What is it?”

He smiles and leans his forehead against mine, “Be mine, in private. We don’t have to tell anyone else, we can sneak around and do everything normal couples do, except we just don’t tell our friends.”

I bite at my lip, “That might work…”

“And if you’re right, we do end up not working out, that way no one knows and we can just go back exactly how it was before. Or at least, act like it's the same, no damage done to the group.”

I hum and think it over. I can’t think of a better compromise myself. Jungkook’s always been the mediator whenever arguments arose. He always finds a middle-ground, and I’ve always admired his skills. “Okay.” I whisper.

“What was that?” He teases.

I grin, “I said, okay, I-I’ll go out with you- oh!” I can hardly finish my sentence before he’s grabbing my hands and swinging me around my room and throwing us onto my bed in a fit of giggles.

“Good decision. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some stuff I need to do.” He says, lifting himself off my bed.

I pout and watch him grab his coffee, “You’re leaving already? What do you have to do?”

He smiles and takes a sip, “Need to eat lunch, finish unpacking, and I think I promised to meet Jimin in about three hours.” He checks his watch and leans against the desk, and I take that as an open invitation.

“Well for the next two and a half hours I’ll be your helper.” I jump up beside him and sling his arm around me with a grin, “Let’s go!”

And from then on out, for five months, Jungkook and I have been doing exactly as we discussed. A couple in private, friends in public. And as a testament to his skills and our sneak 100, everything has worked out.

But as the days wear on I can tell he gets more and more tired of the double-life. He’s asked several times about just telling them, and each time I argue it.

Today has only solidified my opinion, that our friends would not be as understanding as he thinks they’d be.

“What do you think, Y/N?” I hear Jungkook ask me over the fire crackling in front of me. I look up at him, knowing only he could read my expression as what it was.

“Think of what Jungkook?"

He nods, “What Mina and Taehyung were talking about. Do you think it would be a bad idea if someone in our friend group got together?”

I hum and stare into the dark abyss of the woods, “I think the fact that none of us have tried is a big reason why our friendship is as strong as it is.”

“That doesn’t mean the idea itself is inherently bad, though.” He makes a s’more and puts it in his mouth, fixing the other marshmallow while he finishes the first, “You know, we’ve talked about this a lot haven’t we?” He asks, looking at Taehyung, who laughs, “I guess.” Jungkook nods and turns his attention back to me, “Do you think there’s any chance that a relationship wouldn’t actually affect the group at all? Or that it may even be beneficial?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying my best to portray the message ‘stop fucking talking’ as best I could without outright telling him to shut up. “You never know.”

He grins, “That’s the spirit, you and Taehyung are so pessimistic.”

Taehyung chuckles, “You and Mina are deluded by your chronic bitchlessness.” Jungkook scoffs and shakes his head but Taehyung continues, “I mean Mina I get, but seriously when was the last time you got laid. It’s like you’ve been celibate since school started, I’m beginning to worry you’ve forgotten a major part of the college experience.” He’s obviously joking, and Jungkook usually laughs it off, but instead he says the outright dumbest thing he’s ever said.

“Two days ago actually.” He says confidently with a smug grin, which quickly falters as Mina and Taehyung’s head snap around and look at him.

“Two days ago?” Taehyung asks, Jungkook opens his mouth to make up some excuse but the damage was already done, “two days ago, and we’ve been on this trip for… three?”

He shakes his head and laughs, “No, no, the day before we left, i-it doesn’t feel like we’ve been here for three days already.” He laughs it off but they don’t seem to have entirely bought his act.

I’m in awe of his insensitivity and ignorance and quickly rise from my chair to say I’m going on a walk. “In the dark?” Mina questions but I ignore her.

I cool off for a moment but only get about 30 seconds of silence before I hear what's no doubt Jungkook running towards me. He breathes deeply and walks beside me, “I pissed you off didn’t I.” He states.

“You think?”

He sighs, “That’s my bad, I-I took it too far. I’ll drop it, I promise.”

I tug my blanket around my shoulders, “They’ve made their opinion pretty obvious, Jungkook. Maybe one day, but not now.”

He nods, “I understand, although it is worth mentioning the only voice of opposition is Taehyung, of all people. I take any opinion of his with a grain of salt.”

I quietly chuckle, “That’s fifty percent of that conversation, the rest didn’t chime in cause they weren’t listening, thankfully. Since your big mouth decided to tell the entire wilderness you had sex two days ago.”

He grins and scratches the back of his neck, “I’ll admit that wasn’t my finest moment.” He sighs and shoves his arms in his pockets and flips his hood up.

“Are you cold?” He shakes his head. “Go back to the fire.”

He smiles at me, “You first.”

I take a deep breath and look at him, “I want to be alone.”

He shakes his head, “My father raised me right, I can’t leave a pretty girl alone, especially not in the dark woods.”

I stop walking and eye him, “You’re annoying. Do you know that?”

He grins and pulls me towards him, “Absolutely. And the longer you stay out here the worse I will get, so for my sake and yours, let’s please go back to the fire.”

I sigh and turn us around and listen to him excitedly babble the entire way back. As we’re approaching the others he leans over and tells me, “I’ll spend the rest of the break making this up to you, if you let me, of course.” He grins charmingly, parting ways to sit down on opposite sides of the fire.

The conversation between all of us dies down soon after. All of us groggily, somewhat drunkenly staring into the fire.

Until one person giggles, then another, and another. Yoona, who’s sat beside Namjoon and was the first to laugh, gets nudged by him and he tells her to shut up. She shakes her head and defeatedly looks around. “I-I’m so sorry guys,” she cracks up, “I can’t take it anymore, it’s almost mean at this point.”

I look around and receive about a fifty-fifty in looks. Mina, Taehyung and Jungkook look at her like she’s insane while the others all hold back their giggles and grins.

“What the hell are you laughing about?” Taehyung finally asks, annoyed they left him out of a joke.

She looks at Jungkook and then me, “You two do know that we know… right?”

Jungkook and I glance at each other and shake our heads, “What do you mean?”

Yoona sighs and leans forward, “We know you’re seeing each other, or fucking, we’re not sure entirely, its a running bet actually.”

“Yoona you’re such a buzzkill!”

“Snitch!”

One by one they all jokingly berate her, and I sit back absolutely dumbfounded. “How long have you known?”

She shrugs, “We all just kinda brought it up to each other, and Jimin and Namjoon were debating whether you guys were dating or just having sex, and frankly I am tired of hearing them whisper between me, so what is it between you guys, exactly?”

Jungkook tries to jump on her question but I’m quicker, “Wait, so, you guys aren’t like, mad? At all?”

They all look at me like I’ve lost my mind, “Why would we be mad? We’re your friends, we want you to be happy. All that debate about how we all stay friends is just that, debate. It’s just talk. Life happens, you don’t always get to decide who you’re attracted to.”

Yoona soothes my nerves and I have little time to relish in the relinquishment of my fears as Jimin eagerly jumps into the conversation, “But seriously please tell me you guys are just fucking and its not serious yet-”

“They’re definitely dating.” Namjoon intersects.”

They bicker back and forth until Jungkook throws an acorn at them, effectively hitting Jimin and silencing them both, “We’re dating, eat shit Jimin.”

He opens his mouth offendedly and Namjoon raises his arms victoriously, and like normal, they continue to argue like children.

Mina and Taehyung are the first to go, walking towards the tents and calling it a night, soon followed by most others. I don’t pay much attention to anything, my mind much too occupied by the events of the night as I stare at the burning firewood.

It isn’t until a hand reaches in front of me that my attention is drawn back to reality. I follow the tattooed arm up to see Jungkook’s smiling face, “Call it a night?”

I nod and take his hand, letting him lead me to our tent. I suppose now I notice they always let Jungkook and I pair, I always assumed it was what happens when there's only three girls, the thought never occurred to me that they could have done it on purpose.

We get comfy in our sleeping bags and I feel him reach a hand out, letting it dance across my back, “You wanna talk about it?”

I turn to face him and shake my head, letting a dopey smile spread across my face, “Nothing to talk about. Just enjoying that massive weight lifted off my shoulders.”

He kisses my head, “Good, you didn’t deserve to carry that.”

“I still don’t regret it. Kinda liked sneaking around with you.”

He hums, “I’m sure we’ll find other ways to keep things exciting.”

I close my eyes, letting myself slowly drift off, “I’m sure you’ve got a list of ideas already.”

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figured i needed to sprinkle some fluff into my very smutty jjk list. here u go! as always thank u for reading and hope u have a serene day <3 - ara :)

masterlist | taglist

tag list:

@marvelahsobx @notbotheredtho @fragmentof-indifference @jwnghyuns @chl8e-blog @heronstairsxd @isab3lita @shescharlie (sorry this is a repost cause i messed up 1st one)

hello i'm a new reader and i honestly love Burning Star! if it's okay to ask, will you do a part 2 of this? since jk obviously has made his decision, i'm curious to know oc's after that last talk with her therapist and the effect of that choice to the both of them.

but if you have decided on not doing a part 2, it's most definitely okay! the one-shot itself is already great on its own. <333

ive tossed around doing a part 2 for Burning Star, it's definitely one of my favorites so far. To answer the other part of your comment on what oc does after i somewhat addressed it, that they chose to stay with him despite his issues and they live with the repercussions of that decision, mostly because they blame themselves, and mainly because they love him too much to leave, a cycle many people with loved ones with addicts go through </3.

Unstoppable force (the hopeless romantic in me) vs immovable object (my raging cynicism)

hello! welcome to my very vague get to know me :)

my name is arabella, i go by ara, but either names are acceptable! my pronouns are she/her, and ive been writing for years.

faq's:

⇀ whose your bias?

i love all, but jungkook <3 mf got a death grip on me.

⇀ when did you begin stanning BTS?

roughly november 2018! i remember the LY answer tour was ending and my first comeback was persona.

⇀ do you accept requests?

i have not in the past due to the way i write, but as of NOW i am accepting requests! there is no guarantee i will use one, but if i do i will be sure to contact/tag you when it is posted! In order to submit a request, either dm me or send it anonymously in my "ask".

⇀ wHeN aRe YoU gOiNg tO pOsT?¿

i am adhd ridden and unmedicated 😀 so as much as i'd like to say i'm consistent, i am not. i go through periods where writing and managing this account is all i do and then there's periods where i completely forget it exists. please be considerate and understanding, i have a job and am a full time student, i have a lot going on! turn on my notifications, request to be on the taglist, and please be patient with me <3

about me!

⇀ i am 18+ and a college student 👩‍🎓

⇀ i started writing fanfiction in 2015 😮‍💨 i was first on wattpad, moved to instagram, and now im on tumblr!

⇀ i watch tons of film and anime 🕺

⇀ i love exercising, fashion, art, and animal crossing.

⇀ plant mom <3

ending remarks:)

- i create all of my photo covers, and all of my gifs are from pinterest. if you're interested in what apps i use or how i make something please dm me, this stuff if not easy so i understand 🙏

- i am always welcome to feedback and comments so long as it is positive or constructive criticism.

- thank u so much for reading! if i did not answer your question or satisfy your curiosity feel free to send me an ask, comment, or dm me :)

have a wonderful day! - ara <3