Oml Can You Do A Scenario Where Jungkook Only Refers To You As My Wife With People Whenever Youre Mentioned

Oml can you do a scenario where Jungkook only refers to you as “my wife” with people whenever you’re mentioned and you go to practice with him once and hear him only refer to you as “my wife” and it’s all cute and fluffy, based on that ask you received cause it’s so soft and pure😭💖

prompt: in regards to this ask i got; this is incredibly soft and cheesy oh god

word count: 857

The broad expanse of stars painted over the sky was lost, hidden in the reflection of various hues of rising blue complimenting the soft yellow of the sun over the curve of the earth. Instead, those twinkling lights that wouldn’t be found until the blurred edges of the day break overhead disappeared into the trees instead appeared in the blink of soft irises crouched over the curl of your torso. 

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Can you please write the “Jungkook thinks you’re perfect” drabble from his perspective? 🥰

sure can, bb! anon is referring to this drabble.

You once made the mistake of asking Jungkook what he did on the days you worked and he didn’t. You cringed at his answer, but all your flustered laughing didn’t make it any less true: he waited for you to get home.

He’d putter around the apartment, prepare lunches for the pair of you to take on your next busy days, and then he’d sit on the couch. And on that couch, he’d spend whatever time he wasn’t napping, staring at the clock.

Every now and then, he’d try to fill the time with mindless TikToks or video games - they did a poor job of maintaining his interest, though. Not when you weren’t there to lean into his shoulder, ask him questions, or banter endlessly about whatever it was you were both fixated on.

You made every mundane moment interesting.

Funnier.

Better.

Maybe that’s why his first instinct upon hearing your key in the lock was to greet you at the door.

Before you could cross the threshold yourself, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you clean off the ground. You gasped, sounding more horrified than surprised, and sputtered, “Baby, put me down!”

He did as you asked, though he didn’t know why you asked, and then he kissed your cheek in a feeble attempt to soothe the redness growing there. “You okay?” He frowned when your eyes wouldn’t lift to meet his.

You’d never had this reaction to him carrying you before. Did you get hurt at work somehow?

“Yeah, I’m fine!”

Your best approximation of a reassuring smile didn’t convince him, but he didn’t press the issue. Something was bothering you; you’d tell him if and when you wanted him to know.

Instead of doubling down on your declaration like he expected, you tried to step around him.

He slid into your path, earning furrowed brows in response. “This is a toll road, love,” he tutted before pointing to his now-puckered lips.

His chuckle vibrated through the both of you when you paid up. Reflexively, his hands cupped your face to keep you close. His whole body warmed when he felt the upward curve of your mouth, however slight. There she is, he thought.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t trap you forever on that doorstep just to kiss you dizzy. He eventually stepped out of your way and let you pass by - only to follow behind as you headed for the bedroom.

Part of him wished he wasn’t so childishly eager to see you when you’d spent a few hours apart. At times like this, he wondered whether his giddiness was off-putting. If his enthusiasm was exhausting after a long day of dealing with other people’s shit. Try as he might, though, he couldn’t hold back.

Was this how the cavemen felt the morning after the world’s first sunset? When they learned for sure that the warmth they thought they’d lost forever re-appeared like a miracle, and it would do this same thing every single day?

You looked surprised when he slipped into the bedroom at your heels. He didn’t let your expression stop him, though. He launched himself onto the bed and blinked his heart-eyes up at you.

Underneath your confusion, there was something brewing that he couldn’t put his finger on. He then watched you shrink in real-time. He hated when you did that, especially because he didn’t know why, or what he could ever say to prevent it.

To be very clear, he wasn’t ogling you. While there was, of course, always some amount of desire simmering in his chest for you, that’s not what had him hypnotized. It was adoration, more than anything else, that made it so hard for him to look away.

That, and the tiny scar on the front of your right shoulder - the one shaped like a butterfly that marked the spot of your laparoscopic surgery in high school; and the identical one mirrored on your back.

And the silkiness of your skin, and the smattering of freckles that appeared when any part of you saw the sun.

And the perfect softness of your stomach, and the curve of your waist above your full hips. Your thighs, the faint white squiggles that were barely visible there, the little dimples at the very base of your back.

He’d ask you to sit for a sketch if he thought you’d ever say yes; but he knew you wouldn’t. You were so shy about capturing your likeness in photos, whether they were hand-drawn or taken with a proper camera. He wished you weren’t. He’d wallpaper the whole damn apartment with images of you if you wouldn’t hate him for it.

You’d point out every flaw you saw that he’d never see, not even with a magnifying glass. He couldn’t find what didn’t exist to be found.

When you finished taking off your trousers and replaced them with his sweatpants, he was conflicted. He mourned the loss of one of his favorite views, but it tickled him fucking pink to see you in his clothes. You could keep those ratty things forever if he got to keep you. You could have his entire closet, really - there wasn’t a thing he owned that looked better on him than it would on you.

You had that same indecipherable look in your eyes when you finally noticed him gazing up at you. He didn’t know what to do with it, so he did what came naturally: he flopped down onto his back, stared at you upside down, and wordlessly begged you to fill the space between his open arms.

As soon as you indulged him, he sprung the trap. He pinned you down gently underneath him and fired off all the kisses he’d been stockpiling in your unfortunate absence. And there it finally was - that fucking giggle. How could he be expected to go nine entire hours without it?

When he ultimately - regrettably - had to pull away for air, there was only one thought running through his mind.

“I have a question and I need you to answer honestly, okay?” He began quietly with brows furrowed.

Your smile was whisked away and replaced with something laced with panic. That wouldn’t do. He chewed his bottom lip as he tried to find the right way to phrase it.

He was genuinely perplexed and desperate for an explanation. The best he had were five simple words.

“How are you so perfect?”

( 08. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

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

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

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.5k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | explicit sexual content | vulgar speech | has the feel of infidelity but,, it's not really infidelity since jk and soomi aren't exclusive | heavy petting | slight sub!jk | kinda exhibitionism?? but like only 5% | oral but not really too lmao

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EPISODE 08. the one with the end of an era !

you could tell that there was something wrong the minute you stepped inside the lecture hall yesterday morning, murmurs coming from the left side of the room particularly bothering you, most especially because it consisted of soomi and her closest friends doing those said things. it wasn’t like they were staring at you and obviously talking about you, however; they were just so fucking loud for people who were apparently trying to be quiet, and when you dared to glance at their direction after setting your things on your table, you saw soomi obviously devastated about something that you didn’t want to dwell on since you honestly didn’t care.

then oddly enough, this morning, she and her friends were still doing the exact same thing, only this time you were pretty sure that they were now staring and obviously talking about you, their heads turned to your direction while soomi was taking all of her liberty glaring at your face. you didn’t need to glance at her to be sure of that, so you spent the entire period and every class that you shared with her pretending that you didn’t notice it or at least wasn’t bothered by it—when deep down, hell fucking yes you were.

soomi’s been clinging onto you for the past couple of days, talking to you more when the professor still wasn’t around and blatantly sucking up all the information she could get about jeongguk during those excruciatingly long minutes. you always entertained them, of course, just to honestly get her off your back. it was already fucking torture enough to hear rumors about soomi and jeongguk circulating around the campus; already an absolute tearjerker like you said to yourself whenever you’d see some posts made by soomi about them on instagram and twitter. but the worst part of it all? it was exactly what you’d do whenever soomi tried to be close to you: acting fine and breezy and happy for them, not bitter nor angry nor fucking frustrated like what you truly felt.

when your last class was done, only having three courses scheduled for this day, you subtly waited and tested if soomi was going to approach you, perhaps speaking her mind to give you an insight about her odd behavior to you since earlier. from what you were positive of, she’s been insisting that the two of you were close friends now thanks to her dating jeongguk. she tried so hard to get along with you for the sake of maybe getting along with jeongguk more too—that you considered it strange now that she was seemingly repulsed by your existence, her eyes still sending daggers right your way as she left the lecture hall with her friends, avoiding you instead of reaching out to you like she’d always do.

you had the nerve to chuckle in amusement at her showcase of attitude, rolling your eyes and heading to the campus publication office to meet with haru who wanted to run over an article with you.

you were 99% sure now that it was about jeongguk thanks to what soomi just displayed right there. it has been four days since the both of you made up and this was only the second day you saw soomi after it happened. the day after he took care of you, you didn’t have any classes—even if you did, jeongguk kept telling you to skip them since your fever wasn’t going down as rapidly as you hoped—and then the day after that, that was when soomi was looking like the world was doing nothing but raining down shit on her. you had your suspicions that it was about the guy you both conveniently liked (sarcasm intended) since after jeongguk left you at your apartment, he stalled for a few seconds and disclosed something that admittedly made your heart skip a beat.

“i’m going to end it with soomi,” he said.

you folded your hands together, placing them on your lap as you reclined yourself on the bed. you made your face as casual as possible, but you knew jeongguk could notice that you were pleased. “oh?”

“you’re right. there’s no use in dragging this for so long when i don’t even find myself seriously liking her.” he chuckled.

“it’s only been a few days though,” you quietly reasoned, another lame attempt to hide your true feelings, “you sure you’re never going to like her?”

“i’m sure,” he answered without even contemplating it.

“why?”

jeongguk looked at you before standing up, giving your forehead one last touch to see if it wasn’t as hot as hours ago. “i just do. make sure to drink your medicine later, alright?”

you rolled your eyes at the smooth topic change but nodded.

now, it has indeed been four days. you didn’t really hold onto jeongguk’s statement on breaking it off with soomi because the more you thought about it, the more impatient you knew you were going to be. but with how today’s agenda seemed to be hating your guts according to soomi, you’re a bit positive that jeongguk finally done it. however, you didn’t want to act too cool or too happy for that matter. it wasn’t like just because he wasn’t going around and having dates with soomi—he was going to go back to you (or date you, specifically).

arriving at the office, you had to halt because of the sight of haru and jeongguk sitting on the couch, talking about a basketball game that was broadcasted yesterday, both of their heads spinning towards you in return. you smiled, a confused and amused smile at the same time, and carried on trudging inside, closing the door behind you.

“if you’re going to be here all the time, might as well be a member, guk,” you said jokingly, going to the main desk.

jeongguk grinned at you. “i could, but i’m afraid you’ll get tired of me by then. we can’t have that, can we?”

you sent him a look, alarmed for his rather flirtatious comment but haru didn’t seem to mind it, just walking towards you to go forth with what he wanted to discuss.

“how was your day, chief?” haru started as he pushed one of the swivel chairs closer to your desk.

you smiled at him. “great so far. you?”

“amazing now that—”

“i’m doing great too.” jeongguk piped in and you glanced at him, a chuckle inevitably escaping your mouth, haru’s too at the obvious intrusion done on purpose. “what? you guys are the only ones allowed to talk about their days?”

“don’t you have somewhere to be?” you asked him, your head tilting and tone teasing still.

“not really.”

“you don’t have training?” haru asked.

jeongguk shook his head. “not for this afternoon.”

“you have an upcoming tournament though,” you said.

“i do, but i don’t have training for this afternoon like i mentioned. actually, i only stopped by because i’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

“me?” you feigned naivety.

“yeah, just about some written stuff i’m going to work on for a class as usual.”

you raised your eyebrows. that statement of his was a statement you were very aware had a hidden meaning since it was what jeongguk always said whenever he wanted you and him to go someplace alone, but was in the presence of others who didn’t know about the both of you. and from how jeongguk was smirking at you while haru was opening his laptop to present you a word file, it was evident that he knew exactly what he was implicating.

so for the rest of the minutes that followed, with you and haru discussing something related about the next issue of the campus paper, and jeongguk playing a mobile game with his phone, you seriously couldn’t concentrate well, this irritating giddiness surging in every part of your body. your knee kept on bouncing, your heart kept on hammering, and your hands were clammy as fuck—not to mention your eyes that kept on also flickering to jeongguk’s way, jeongguk glancing back with a smile whenever you did.

at long last, haru finished talking to you after almost an hour and expressed his farewells quickly afterwards, saying that he still had a class for the afternoon until the evening that clearly needed attending. you nodded, patted his back, and watched as he slipped out of the office with a final wave to you and jeongguk, the latter standing up from the couch once your common close friend was away.

you narrowed your eyes to jeongguk as he approached you, perching himself on the desk while you leaned back on your seat. “do you seriously have something to tell me?” you started.

“do i?” there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“you just want to get in my pants, don’t you?”

jeongguk snorted. “you always think so lowly of me.”

“don’t you?”

“that’s not the point.”

you laughed, mouthing an ‘ahhh’ mockingly before going ahead and taking your planner back inside your bag. as you did that, jeongguk smiled again and cheekily pulled your swivel chair closer to him, perfectly situating you between his knees. you looked at him in disbelief, taking a cautious glance at the door and back at him.

“i ended it with soomi,” he said.

you had to control your features at the news. “really?”

“yep,” he placed his other leg underneath the chair, locking you in place in case you’d think of dragging yourself away, “and she was actually the one who dumped me.”

“what?”

“well, i still proposed the idea of just ending it—she wouldn’t accept it at first, and insisted that there might be something real between us. so, i felt really bad, agreed to go on a date with her one more time—” he saw you roll your eyes, scoffing too (you had a feeling jeongguk would do that; it might not be obvious to some but jeongguk really had a hard time saying no)— “just to see, you know? but then apparently her idea of proving our so-called connection was having sex with me.”

you scoffed again, enraged by the idea of them having sex and soomi thinking that was going to solve it. “and? did you sleep with her?”

“do you want me to be honest?”

“oh my god—”

“let me finish,” he cut you off immediately and you crossed your arms, “because i swear you’re going to be fucking flattered after i finish telling the story.”

“in what fucking way will i be flattered in a story that involves you and soomi having sex?”

“____, let me finish.”

“no, i don’t want to hear disgusting details about you and—”

“i said, let me—”

“no, no, no, i’m not listening, tell that story to anyone else, just not—”

“i said your name while she was sucking my dick.”

your next complaint gets stuck in your throat as you paused, blinking, and glaring at him in utter confusion. “what?”

“i said your name while—”

“i heard you—i mean, how—why—why the fuck would you—”

“oh, i don’t know, ____, maybe it’s because you’re the only person who’s been fucking doing it for the past months and it became a reflex at this point,” he mocked.

you laughed, but the second you did, you covered your mouth and pressed your lips together. “are you serious?”

“why would i lie about this?”

“to get on my good side.”

“i’d use other means to get on your good side. specifically means that doesn’t involve me looking like a pervert or some shit.”

“how did soomi react?”

“violently.” jeongguk shrugged. “she accused the two of us with a bunch of ridiculous things—like how we’ve been making her a fool and plotting everything to make fun of her or something. i had to clarify a bunch of times that what i did was only a mistake, saying that we talked earlier and your name just slipped out of my tongue without meaning to, because i was afraid she’d start attacking you too if i didn’t get that out there.”

“well, she did keep on looking like she wanted to kill me all day.”

“did she? i swear i already apologized like a hundred times last night.”

“you don’t get over things like that through apologies, guk. if i was sucking someone’s dick and heard a name other than mine, i’d be fucking pissed too.” you snorted.

“i honestly said your name without thinking.”

you leaned back again on your seat, staring up at him. “does that mean she was good? i mean, you were obviously meaning to moan during that time when you accidentally said my name.”

jeongguk raised an eyebrow. “i thought you didn’t want to know the details?”

“i’m curious about this one.”

he sighed, his gaze falling down where his legs were still keeping you hostage. “i’m a dude, ____. and it’s been considerably long since i had my dick wet.” he chuckled humorlessly.

“so, you liked it, is that what you mean to say?”

“no. it was different obviously—but she got me hard, i’m not going to lie to you.”

“you don’t need to explain. it was just one question.” you gently pushed his knees to propel yourself away from his makeshift cage, standing up and returning to your task earlier, which was shoving your things back inside your bag.

jeongguk looked at you. “should i have just told a little white lie about that?”

“no, guk, don’t be ridiculous.”

“but i’m getting a feeling that you’re mad at me.”

you glanced at him. “why would i be mad at you?”

“because she still got me hard?” he persisted.

“that’s stupid. it’s not like… it’s not like i should have any right to be mad, you know?”

“of course.” he frowned.

“and besides,” you said calmly, making sure you already zipped your bag close before abruptly going back to your spot earlier, your passive aggressiveness getting the best of you as jeongguk bore a surprised expression but didn’t dare question it, scared that you’d walk away, “how could i be mad when i still got you saying my name while being sucked by someone else?”

he inhaled sharply, a soft ‘oh?’ being let out at the sensation of your hand rubbing along the front of his pants.

you may have a competitive streak within you, you weren’t going to deny that. however, you weren’t just competitive about every other thing in the whole world—you only were with things you cared about, and obviously, hearing that soomi still got jeongguk hard frankly pissed you off despite the whole thought not being a big deal in the first place. it was no secret how men didn’t have any control sometimes on the instances they get hard or not, so you couldn’t blame jeongguk; you appreciated his honesty even, but that didn’t mean you were in any aspect pleased to hear it. you didn’t want to be possessive, or jealous, or whatever else you haven’t been good at being—truth be told—since the both of them began dating, yet that didn’t mean either that you didn’t want to finally act on it just this once.

“do you want me to stop?” you asked nonchalantly, pulling his zipper down to grab him through his boxers.

jeongguk glanced below and saw your fingers fondle with his clothed length. “never.”

you chuckled under your breath, continuing with your ministrations, his shaft definitely hardening at each of your strokes. it made you feel better about yourself, helped you forget about your admittedly bruised ego at his confession, especially when it hasn’t been that long since you’ve been touching him that precum was already leaking from his tip, a wet spot showing itself on his undergarment.

upon the sight, you took a quick glance again at the door and brought his dick out, the gesture possibly drawing out another inch from him as jeongguk bit his lip, entranced now at the way your small hand was gripping his growing cock, your palm toying with the head before you abruptly spat on your palm and brought it back against it, humming in satisfaction. he unconsciously leaned his head towards your shoulder, slow and shaky breaths being taken still, his own fingers gripping the edge of the table he was sitting on tightly.

“faster, baby,” he said with a grunt.

“you actually want to come here?” you smirked, giving into his request, jeongguk blowing a loud gust of air out.

he nodded. “it’s been too long.”

“why? haven’t you been touching yourself?”

“not the same,” he tried to conceal his moan with another grunt, “it’s better—always better when you do it.”

“is that why you said my name while soomi was sucking you, guk?” you asked, your hand squeezing him. “have you been touching yourself with the thought of me?”

“fuck, yes, babe—baby, i have. i fucking have.” jeongguk allowed himself to moan then, kissing your neck to try not to do it again, his little sounds of pleasure turning you on.

you smiled and jerked him hurriedly, not really planning to delay his orgasm for you were in a public setting after all. for all you know, someone could suddenly walk in and see you giving jeon jeongguk a handjob. you weren’t going to act chaste and say that the idea bothered you however; this whole thing you two were doing at the moment gave a certain thrill that you certainly liked to experience from time to time. if ever someone would really catch you giving jeongguk a handjob, it wasn’t just that that they were going to catch—they were also going to see jeongguk ceaselessly planting wet kisses on your throat, seemingly so lost in bliss, that you bet he wouldn’t even notice it if a person opens the door and gasps dramatically at what they were witnessing.

“gonna come—” he whispered in harsh breaths—“holy shit, gonna come, baby, gonna come, i’m gonna come—” he kept on repeating over and over again and with one last effort to possibly hide what just happened in this office, you hastily went down on your knees and let him blow his thick load inside your mouth, jeongguk groaning and holding the back of your head while you continuously moved your hand rapidly along his shaft, milking him, and gulping down his cum roughly.

you pulled away once he became soft, licking your lips and reaching out for your handkerchief laying on top of the table to remove the excess mess on your mouth. jeongguk was quick to haul his dick back inside his boxers too, realizing the risk of this situation, zipping his pants close while you searched for the mint tin inside your bag, popping a mint in and chewing, your eyes soon flickering to jeongguk who was grinning at you, appearing like a boy who just won the lottery.

“what?” you asked him, a smile conquering your features too, jeongguk pulling you towards him.

he chuckled, returning to his actions earlier, littering kisses on your neck. “let’s go to my place. i’ll return the favor.”

you bit your lip. there were a thousand reasons why you shouldn’t agree to his offer. for starters, it hasn’t even been 24 hours since jeongguk stopped dating soomi, and you shouldn’t have been so quick in jumping back in his arms the second he cut out all possible romantic relations with her. you were still hurt from everything that happened during this whole time of not knowing where you stand with jeongguk despite clearing it up with him the other day; in this month alone, you think you’ve gone through so much heartbreak than you have in your whole life, a claim that should have you saying no in going to his place to sleep with him again—but you already started it, haven’t you? you already made it seem like you were willing to put the past behind you and fuck with him again like nothing bad ever happened.

you were a goddamn stinking idiot. yet if being an idiot and a fucking fool was what it had to take to be with jeongguk, you were still an idiot to think that it was somehow worth it, too deep in what you felt for him that you couldn’t think of the consequences of your decisions or bring yourself to care.

“okay,” you said.

jeongguk leaned his head back, squinting his eyes at you in suspicion. “just okay? no playing hard to get?”

“it’d be pointless considering how i just swallowed your cum, guk,” you joked.

he grinned and kissed the corner of your mouth, awfully close to your lips, “alright, let’s get going then. wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.” he hopped off the table.

“are you sure i’m the only one anticipating it?”

jeongguk laughed, taking his backpack from the couch. he outstretched his hand as you slinged your bag over your shoulder—and you knew that even if you had to let it go once you pass through other people towards your way out of the campus, in order not to bring attention to yourselves or reveal your most precious secret, you still grasped it without hesitation, smiling.

fucking hell. this thing is going to bite you back in the ass again, isn’t it?

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( 03. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

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

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

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

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

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EPISODE 03. the one with ex-boyfriend !

“i think we should eat somewhere else.”

jeongguk, who was scrolling through his phone when you said that, looked back at you yet didn’t stop walking towards the counter of the fast food restaurant you just entered in, causing you to hurriedly go to his side and make a poor attempt at using his bigger frame as cover. “what the hell are you doing, ____?” he asked, chuckling.

“can we please eat somewhere else?” you asked again, tugging his arm now.

“we can’t do that. the others already know that we’re going to meet up here.”

by others, he meant the other friends you were scheduled to catch up with upon the midterm exams concluding approximately two hours ago. they were only going to be three—goeun, taehyung, and haru—the same people who became the reason why you and jeongguk were acquainted with each other in the first place.

it happened in the second semester of freshman year after taehyung, serving as the photographer that time in the official campus publication, introduced you to jeongguk, one of his high school friends. you were only a features writer back then, while haru and goeun, on the other hand—haru was a sports writer and goeun was a friend of yours in a gen-ed class who happened to be a high school friend of taehyung too, already part of the friend group thing going on with jeongguk until they started including you in their plans after school that inevitably granted you the fifth spot in the gang as well.

you were initially only close to haru and taehyung, given the fact that you were in the same organization as they were; then you spent more time with goeun since you two were the girls and had the most classes together then too. and when it came to jeongguk? well, as funny as it sounded, you and him only got really close last year.

there was always a hidden barrier between you and him before, a barrier that typically made being alone with him kind of awkward, the type that made small talk insufferable and ‘forced’, your insides legitimately cringing with every attempt of a conversation you did with jeongguk at the beginning. though if you were in a group setting and obviously with the other three—it was entirely different, as some might even guess you and jeongguk were the closest of the bunch if they saw your crew from a distance laughing and sharing jokes with each other.

that wasn’t entirely untrue now, of course. jeongguk was undeniably the one you have been closest to for the last few months, prior to the both of you fooling around between the sheets.

from what you could recall, it was something about accompanying him to his uncle’s newly built restaurant and helping them put things together that made being with jeongguk not as tricky as it used to be and led to the exact relationship you have with him at this moment as you both spoke.

“someone i know is here,” you said.

his eyes perked. “you’ve got to be more specific on that. we’re like a few walks away from the university.”

“it’s someone from my past.”

“your past?” he snickered at the use of the word. “an ex-boyfriend, i’m guessing?”

“yeah, you’re right about that.”

“really? holy shit, where?” jeongguk appeared like he was enjoying your possible future humiliation, whipping his head around the area that caused you to tug on his arm again in annoyance.

“can you be any more suspicious? i already think he saw us walk inside—no need to look like a fucking owl.”

“but i want to check something.”

“what the fuck do you want to check?”

“i want see if i’m hotter than him.”

you paused, blinking at him, a gesture that he wasn’t able to see for he was still so busy gawking around the place. “for what? it’s not like you’re my boyfriend for you to compete about it,” you quietly muttered.

jeongguk seemed unfazed by the comment. “still. it’s for my ego.”

you snorted. “and what if he turns out to be hotter than you?”

“that’s impossible. no one’s hotter than me.”

“oh, i can actually name a few guys who are hotter than you, i’m sure.”

jeongguk flashed his attention to you. “so what? they’re not the ones fucking you every other night, are they?”

you punched him hard on the arm, jeongguk yelping overdramatically in surprise that caused a certain someone to bring their attention to the both of you. when you dared to let your eyes drift over to the spot where you saw your ex-boyfriend, you catch him for sure gazing at you now, squinting his eyes a bit to confirm that it was you who he was seeing and not someone who just looked a lot like you; the realization that you were making eye contact with him made you immediately turn forward and move backward to once more hide yourself beside jeongguk.

“fuck, i think he’s looking at me,” you said and your companion stupidly spinned his head around the restaurant again in search for the guy who seemed curious enough while looking at the both of you.

jeongguk grinned, getting a good look at the stranger, a part of him rejoicing. “yeah, i’m definitely hotter than the dude.” he then suddenly brought an arm around your shoulder and dragged you with him towards the counter as planned, lining up behind a father and his toddler son.

you took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “is he still looking?”

“he’s stealing glances.”

“fuck.”

“do you hate this ex so much for you to act this way?” he amusingly asked.

“no,” you hissed, cheeks burning at the thought of why you were acting this way precisely, something that jeongguk definitely noticed and heightened his interest on the possibly reason why, “it’s just that—well, that ex, he… he kind of—uh, when we were together—”

“—when you were together…” he trailed, anticipating it, “what? go on.”

you glared at him, glancing in front of you to see the father taking a step forward with his son, the next in line to order currently. “you know what? i change my mind. i’m so not going to tell you now.”

he widened his eyes at you in disbelief. “come on!”

“you’re never going to let me hear the end of it if i do.”

“that’s stupid, ____. you don’t honestly think i’m that much of a bully when it comes to you, right?”

“i do, to be honest.”

jeongguk laughed at how fast you answered that, his grip on your shoulder tightening a bit. “just tell me, and i promise i won’t react badly.”

“you say that but i know you’re gonna—”

“you have my word, babe. you won’t hear any teasing from me.”

the dumb endearment and your equally dumb and weak heart was the reason you caved in. it maybe had to do something with his adorable wide smile too and the proximity of your bodies.

so, with a deep breath, you slowly formed your words again and recited them out loud with a cautious look at him, hoping that he wouldn’t be an ass after you do. “he… that ex over there,” you began and jeongguk encouraging nodded at you, “okay, we were in high school back then and you know how it is in high school—you get to discover a lot of things about yourself—”

“—we do—”

“—and when it came to his case—” you continued, clearing your throat— “when he started dating me specifically—he… he, um, uh, he realized he was… sort of, maybe… maybe, kind of, not interested in, uh, girls like he thought.”

“meaning—”

“yes.”

jeongguk was preventing the smirk creeping on his lips to be displayed. you get a glimpse of it though, no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, fueling your irritation.

“i’m never going to trust you with anything again, jeongguk.”

he laughed finally, unconsciously pulling you closer to him with the arm still on your shoulders, bringing you to a impromptu hug because of how he found you adorable with your annoyed guise. “were you that unattractive in high school?”

you groaned. “ugh, shut the fuck up, this is literally why i didn’t—”

“when you come to think of it, i haven’t seen many pictures of you before we met. maybe i should go to your facebook and—”

“jeongguk, really,” you whined and he started laughing harder, tucking his lips now for he was drawing attention to the both of you, and if anyone saw you two at this moment in this rather lovey-dovey position, they might get the wrong idea. “i’m serious when i say that it used to make me very insecure about myself—so stop being a dick and teasing me about it, okay?” you muffled on his shirt, your face right against his chest thanks still to the fond embrace.

“okay, okay, i get it, i’m sorry, i’ll shut up about it.” jeongguk chuckled, stroking your hair downwards.

you huffed.

he grinned and glanced down at you. “if it makes you feel better, i don’t think i’ll ever lose interest in girls because of you.”

you rolled your eyes. “geeze, that warms my heart so much.”

he chuckled again and leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear because what he wanted to say next was something only you were meant to take in, “you should give yourself more credit for making my dick hard even just by the thought of you alone. how you always get me horny is a mystery to me sometimes.”

you froze, lifting your head to look at him, unable to come up with an appropriate reply to his remark. it didn’t help that the way he was staring at you seemed so familiar with the one he would give you in bed, and it was causing your heart to beat unnecessarily faster, your mind going off course in a quick second.

“did that do the trick?” jeongguk asked, his stare moving from your lips to your eyes.

you slowly stepped back to your previous position beside him, and jeongguk’s arm also slowly went back to his side where he placed his hands in his hoodie’s pockets instead to make up with the lost contact too. “not exactly,” you said with a clear of your throat, “but it certainly warmed me up in some other places.”

he bit the insides of his cheek to stop himself from grinning wider than normal, but his eyes already gave everything away for you not to be positive he was enjoying the effect he had on you. “yeah?”

“yeah, you pervert,” you teased, laughing and crossing your arms, taking a step forward once the father from earlier was now the one by the counter and ordering for him and his son.

jeongguk rolled his eyes and stepped with you. “don’t act like you don’t want me to take care of it for you later.”

“will you?”

“i’d do anything just to have my face right against your—”

“if you finish that sentence—i swear to god—”

“____! guk!” taehyung called from the entrance of the fast food chain, yours and jeongguk’s heads whipping around to follow where the booming voice of your friend came from. when you met taehyung’s gaze, he smiled brightly and waved before jogging to the both of you and placing each arm around your respective shoulders. “how long have you two been here?”

you shared one last meaningful full look with jeongguk and smiled at taehyung in return, ignoring his question to ask another one yourself. “where’s haru and goeun?”

taehyung focused on you. “haru has to talk to a professor and i don’t know what’s up with goeun. should i mention her in the group chat?”

“yep,” jeongguk urged.

“okay. can you guys just order for me first though and i’ll find us a seat? the place is getting crowded. just get me nuggets, fries, and coke. the usual.”

you agreed. taehyung then handed you the money to pay for it after fishing for his wallet, soon doing what he offered and thankfully finding a spot far away from where your ex-boyfriend sat with what you assumed were a couple of his friends as well.

your ex was no longer sneaking glances at you now, immersed with the topic he was discussing with one of the people there, an observation that had you sighing in relief, the gesture not being left unnoticed by jeongguk who still had the nerve to smirk.

you glanced at him and he was quick to change his expression. “not a word to anyone about it,” you told him. “if you do…”

“what? you’ll kill me?”

“i’ll never talk to you again.”

“which, of course, we all know is also equivalent to killing me.”

you quipped back another comment before your facial features would show something he wasn’t meant to see. “just don’t be a snitch, guk, i’m begging.”

“i won’t. i’d never sell you out, babe.”

miraculously, jeongguk didn’t really say a word once the gang was complete and you were all gathered at your table, complaining to one another about how shitty the exams were or how shitty this certain professor was too. throughout that whole afternoon of laughing with your good friends, you managed to steal one more look at the direction of your ex-boyfriend when he was leaving, and meeting gazes with him, he smiled, something that you couldn’t help but give back shyly, even offering an awkward wave as he did the same and finally went out of the restaurant.

“who was that?” goeun asked, noticing the short interaction between the both of you.

you flickered your attention to her. “just an old high school friend.” you locked gazes with jeongguk automatically afterwards, as if daring him to add something to that, but he only grinned and carried on drinking his coke, carrying on to listening to what haru was babbling about with genuine interest in what the latter was saying.

you raised your eyebrows, impressed, and started a new conversation with goeun.

once the get together was done and the five of you decided to call it a day, you finally went to your separate ways; goeun was picked up by her boyfriend, taehyung wanted to go straight to the dormitory he lived in to rest, haru had to return some books to a nearby library, and jeongguk volunteered to accompany you on the way home (secretly, to be honest).

right now, you two were sitting inside the bus. you were at the window’s side and he was by the aisle, your head leaning against the window, staring at the cars and buildings that passed by with your thoughts completely elsewhere, going back to the events of earlier and the face of your ex who you were at least glad to see was appearing healthier and happier than before.

suddenly, you felt jeongguk’s arm going behind you, touching your temple from the other side and carefully moving your head to lean on his shoulder instead. you glanced at him in question and he looked back at you.

“i’m pretty sure you’re going to have a bump on your head by how much it’s been constantly hitting the window,” he said, pertaining to the way your forehead has indeed been hitting the window every time the vehicle moved too fast and jiggled.

“thanks,” you bothered to say, chuckling, and letting your head lay there.

“no problem.” he rested his arm on the backrest, his cheek pressing against your hair.

you know you could have moved away when he did it because of how the gesture seemed and made your body react—but you wanted to indulge yourself with it for once, wanted to experience being close to jeongguk without being paranoid of everything feeling a bit below the line; you didn’t want to care that this wasn’t how it was supposed to be for you and him and that that this scene right here was one of the scenarios that added more to your confusion in what you exactly felt for your fuck buddy.

whatever was happening at this second—whatever the hell it was that you had going on with jeongguk at times when affection just couldn’t be controlled—you just wanted to let it be and leave it alone this time, allowing it to happen until the ride in this public transport ends. after that, you’d have to convince yourself that this was only a product of a good friend obviously taking care of the other in a platonic manner. nothing else.

“more comfy, right?” he teased when the bus drove over a road bump and he placed the previous hand on your head gently to keep you in place.

you snorted, scooting closer to him which he welcomed with an arm fully falling down on your shoulders. he was warm and certainly comforting, two factors that you had to stop yourself from really snuggling beside him and basking in his pleasant embrace.

“yeah,” you sighed in content, the faint sensation of his lips touching your hair stirring up your heartbeat, “i guess it is.”

note. AHHHH i love them pt. 2 :( shdjshdj i feel like i’m making them more touchy than i sorta intended but damn does it feel right !! also wanted to give more depth to their friendship part with this chapter but i don’t know if that was effective lmao

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chewie & choco boy.

all your life, jeongguk has always been and only been your best friend. no matter the countless misunderstandings and the never ending teasing when it came to the true nature of your relationship, you two remained firm about it—saying that you were really just really good friends and nothing more. though lately, that doesn’t seem to be right anymore, especially as the both of you begin getting confused yourselves.

pairing: jeongguk x reader

word count: 14.5k

rating: PG-15

content: fluff | light angst | college au | best friends to lovers au | kinda based from fight for my way bc that kdrama served me right | ft. soccer captain!jeongguk | this fic is written in first pov !!

warning/s: swearing 

From [choco boy guk]: what time are you getting off? like the group meeting thing what time?

I look at my phone momentarily, seeing the previews of the text illuminate the screen but I quickly turn back to Minjae who was talking about the university orchestra’s aim to perform by the end of the month for the beginning of the awaited university week of the school. I could barely concentrate on what he was saying, since it felt like he kept on repeating the idea over and over again just to sound adequate, so I choose not to reply just yet since I didn’t want to do something that could distract me furthermore.

From [choco boy guk]: hey there’s this new chicken resto close to the dorms i want to go come with me pls

“Your boyfriend keeps texting,” Taehyung whispers beside me, also seeing how my phone would light up whenever Jeongguk messaged, and I sigh, grabbing the device and unlocking it quickly under the desk to answer.

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