Oh God Im Rooting For Them So Bad It Must Hurt Oc So Much Seeing What She Wished She Had Through Other

oh god i’m rooting for them so bad 😭😭 it must hurt oc so much seeing what she wished she had through other people 🥹 and the line about her cousin fearing ending up like her ?! and thinking about seeing jimin with a pregnant wife eventually as well ???!!! I WAS HURTING !!!!!! i love this series already, you write so well author i feel ~everything~

thank god jungkook is the best boy!!!!! realize ur feelings soon pls 😫😫

drabble series # 1 - the five-year plan

the five-year plan . eight | jjk

you’ve always had a very strict life plan. when you were twenty you sat down and made your five-year plan, you would get married, get your dream house, have your dream career and then at the end of those five years you’d have a kid. everything was going perfectly to plan, well until your husband came home with divorce papers. now you’re somehow trying to stay on track, maybe you could convince your best friend to have a baby with you?

summary: the one where you're upset and jungkook is here to help.

pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader. general warning/tags for the series: non-idol!au, reader just got divorced, idiots to lovers, slow burn, unprotected sex, ovulation horny, iykyk, family drama, in law drama, ex-husband drama, just drama all around, domestic fluff, we didn’t know that we were in a relationship, co-parenting, dramatic confessions, more tags to come. wc: 2k author’s note: this chapter was brought to you by tomboy by hyukoh bc i fell in love with it again and listed to it for three hours straight,, can you tell i have adhd? fhdjsskksksks i was gonna make them fuck this part, but i did have to go to work soooo, unfortunately, still no more baby making. me: let's take a break 🥺 my brain: hahaha sure bud, so same time tomorrow? :))))

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Your cousin's smile almost seems to mock you as you stare down at your phone screen.

Her smile is wide, all of her teeth on display and not even a smudge of lipstick on her teeth, not a hair out of place, her eyes are teary in the way that beauty pageant queens are. She looks so excited, she's so happy, she's glowing. Hand proudly holding her baby bump, she looks like she'll pop any day, even then she looks absolutely gorgeous in the dress she's wearing, the diamonds in her wedding ring shining like a star against the dark navy of her dress.

Her husband is at her side looking just as excited for the world, for their future, for their son. He has a hand holding her by the waist, placing a kiss to her temple, a proud look in his eyes. You remember when you and Jimin looked like that, like you were each other's everything.

You remember when you thought that you and Jimin would end up like that. Pregnant and excited about it — even if it was just a happy accident, you'd both be so unbearably happy that everyone around you would be able to see it, to feel it. 

But instead here you are, divorced and not pregnant.

You just continue to stare at the photo, and you feel the emotions in you twist into something even more ugly. You know you should feel happy for her, you really want to feel happy for her. She had married her childhood sweetheart, moved out of your small hometown, and now they were expecting their first kid — she did everything right, everything you had wanted to do and actually managed to pull it off.

You wonder bitterly if they'll fall out of love, if she'll wake up one day and realize she's in a loveless marriage and go about her day like nothing changed. You wonder if they'll give up, have no desire to fix their marriage, let it sit on the back burner until her husband finds someone else to love— someone better than her.

You stare at the photo a little longer, you wonder if you would have been her if you had done things differently. If you had tried to save your marriage, if you fought a little harder. If you tried to fall in love again. You can't help but wonder if Jimin has fallen in love again, if that girl he had met managed to keep his attention or if she was doomed to have a fate just like you. What if she didn't? What if you were the problem and soon you'd have to worry about accidentally seeing a picture of Jimin like this, with another women in his arms, happily pregnant and hoping for the whole world.

Your thumb mindlessly double clicks on the photo giving it a like before typing out a generic congratulations. Every word feels like a knife cutting into your skin, you wonder if she'll see your blood in the comments, if she'll know that you don't really mean it. You wonder if she looks at you with pity, with embarrassment, with mirth. Or maybe she looks at you in fear, that she fears that she'll end up just like you.

'Congrats you two! I'm so excited for you! I'm sure he'll be beautiful. Can't wait to meet him. 🩵🩵🩵'

You close out instagram as soon as you hit send, your fingers habitually pulling up a text conversation without any thought. You type out a quick message and hit send before you could even think not to.

Bubs 🌷: come over.

Jeon 🐰: I'm kinda busy rn, everything okay?

Bubs 🌷: i'm bored.

Jeon 🐰: Sounds like a personal problem

Bubs 🌷: 🥺

Jeon 🐰: I'll be there in 10.

Bubs 🌷: bring something sweet !!!

Jeon 🐰: 👍👍👍👍

“So,” Jungkook drawls out the word, staring at you pointedly, “you wanna tell me why you're sad?”

You shake your head and pop another chocolate into your mouth, letting out a pleased hum as it melts on to your tongue.

“I'm not sad.” You answer, you try to ignore how petulant your tone is. You weren't effected by that, you really weren't. And Jungkook is stupid for thinking that you're upset.

“Hmmm,” He hums in response, reaching over to steal one of your candies, you give him a dirty look and pull them closer to your chest. “Right, okay, so you're not upset at all?”

“Nope.”

“So you won't care if I leave?” He challenges, a brow raised in question.

“Nope, go for it. You've already given me candy so what more do I need you for.” You're lying through your teeth, and you both know it. As much as you'd hate to admit it, you've always used Jungkook as a crutch when you were upset, unless it was at him — then you'd bitch and moan to Jimin until he forced the two of you to make up, he was usually hearing it from both sides and you used to wonder if he regretted introducing the two of you.

Jungkook slowly raises himself from the couch, staring you down the whole time waiting for you to even let out the slightest of reactions, you just stare back, your gazes completely locked. At this point it had turned into a battle of wills and neither of you were losing this fight. He takes one step back, towards the door and you must show the smallest of reactions because as if he saw just what he was looking for he starts walking towards you scooping you up in his arms.

“Jungkook!” You squeak out, the candy you were holding clutched tightly in your hands thankfully not spilling out everywhere on the floor.

He carries you to your bedroom and gently places you down on your bed. You stare at him curiously as he flutters around your room seemingly on a mission.

"Ahh.” He says excitedly when he finds what he'd apparently been looking for, and next thing you know he's putting your favorite studio ghibli film's disc in your gaming system.

He's stepping out of the room and you try to ignore the way you feel the sudden weight of your sadness again. You hadn't realized how much just having him near was keeping it at bay.

He comes back shortly with the extra blankets you keep stored away, dropping them down at the foot of your bed before leaving again.

This time when he comes back with a bowl of popcorn you're already wrapped tightly in the blankets anxiously awaiting for him to return.

He sets the bowl on the bedside table and climbs into bed with you, he pulls you into his arms and you find yourself relaxing instantly

He places a kiss to your forehead and starts the movie.

You're crying, this movie always makes you cry but this time it's more than just a few tears. Gut wrenching sobs leave your mouth, body shaking with the force of them as you hold onto Jungkook for dear life.

You're not even crying over the film anymore, it had just been the catalyst for you to let your emotions out. Your hands clenched tightly into Jungkook's shirt and face buried in his chest you let yourself finally cry. Cry about all the things you'd been avoiding feeling for the last while.

You cry over the negative pregnancy test, you cry over your cousin, you cry over Jimin, you cry over Jungkook, you cry over the mug you chipped, you cry over things that happened at work, you cry over your future. You just let it all out.

Jungkook just holds you through it, rubbing soothing circles into your back.

“Bubs, you're breaking my heart.” He says tenderly, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Will you please tell me what's going on?”

You nod, trying to stop the sobs enough to speak.

You're down to little sniffles when you finally speak, “_____'s pregnant.”

“Oh?” Jungkook questions, wiping tears from your face with the pads of his thumbs.

You nod up at him, “They're having a boy.”

You know he's still confused as to why that would make you cry like someone had died but he just goes along with you like he usually does.

“Hmm.” He hums in response, “That's … unfortunate?”

You can't help the smile that forms on your face, he's such an idiot.

“No it's not,” You say with a small laugh, that edges too close to another sob when the next words leave your mouth, “I'm really happy for her.”

“It doesn't sound …” He says cautiously, like he's not sure if he should say it or not, “like you're happy for her.”

“Because I'm also not.” The words come out in a rush, one coming after another practically chasing after the other, ”Because that was supposed to be me. I was supposed to be pregnant and married and happy and in love.”

He makes an understanding noise, thumbs now just tracing lines on your cheeks, “You will be.” The words come out like he didn't mean to say them, his eyes going wide and then staring at you accusingly like you were the ones to say them.

“I mean, you will be. You'll be happy again.” He corrects himself, “Today is just a bad day. Sometimes the hurt just gets a little loud but you will be happy again. I can't promise you the rest, but I'll definitely try. I'll be here to make you happy when you don't think you can be anymore, Okay?”

He nods at you, and as he holds your face he forces your head to nod along, and your lips pull into a smile.

“And if she's having a son we'll just have to have two.” He says determinedly, Jungkook always the most competitive, “We can't have anyone showing us up right?”

You can't help but laugh, he's such an idiot.

“I thought the deal was one baby.” You joke, eyes fond and your voice sounding far too soft around the edges.

“Nah,” He responds softly, “We need at least three, hmmm,” He thinks about it for a second, then clicks his tongue when he decides, “maybe seven.”

“Seven?” You ask incredulously, eyes going wide, and your jaw dropping.

“Yeah, they can start an idol group.” He insists, “Seven is the best number for that.”

Full body laughter shakes it way through you the same way your sobs had been earlier and Jungkook gives you a breathtaking smile.

“Oh I feel bad for the poor girl who ends up with you, she can absolutely provide you with the rest, you're getting one from me at most.” You say eyes full of mirth, grin still wide. And then, because you think about your future kids, you quickly correct yourself, “Hmm, maybe two.”

You don't notice the way that his smile falters a little, he too quickly covers it up with a petulant pout and the dramatic shake of his head.

He lets out a stream of no's shaking his head all the while, before firmly insisting, “Seven.”

You snort, “We haven't even had the first one yet and you're already insisting on six more?” Your words are laced with humor, “There's only so much time.”

He laughs along with you, and then sobers up and gives you a mockingly serious nod.

“You're right, we've definitely got to get to work.” He's joking, you're sure he's joking but the next thing you know his lips are on yours. Hands framing your face, leaving teasing pecks on your lips, “We've got babies to make, bubs. Very serious business, you know.”

The kiss turns deep, Jungkook's lips are soft against yours, you can taste the buttery popcorn on his lips and another taste that has you pulling away and blinking slow.

“Did you steal my chapstick?” You ask curiously, the moment gone just as quickly as it was there.

His eyes are wide, looking every bit like he was caught red-handed, “…No.”

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the week goes by painfully slow

and with jun not with you

it always feels so lonely.

working from home

you put spongebob on in the background

just to get a feel that jun’s with you while you work

:(

thursday rolls around

you go about your day as usual

except there’s something

unusual

yoongi texts you

at 1pm

while jun’s at daycare

and he’s supposed to be at work

from: yoongi

‘And?’

from: you

‘what?’

from: yoongi

‘Any news on your womb?’

from: you

‘god don’t ever say that again’

from: yoongi

‘Can’t help it’

from: you

‘anyway, nope. seems like i’m not pregnant’

from: yoongi

‘Okay. Better luck next time.’

from: you

‘right’

from: yoongi

‘What are you upto?’

???

since when do y’all just… text each other like this?

the answer is NEVER.

from: you

‘having sex with my neighbor he says hi’

you can’t help but grin as you type the immature text out

from: yoongi

‘Nice’

‘How does he like my leftovers?’

oh.

LMAO.

from: you

‘don’t ever say that again either’

from: yoongi

‘Sloppy seconds?’

from: you

‘bye’

from: yoongi

‘Ok ok sorry’

‘Anyway take care, sugar. I’ll see you Saturday. X’

your heart beats a little faster in your chest

and you don’t like that

from: you

‘see you saturday’

and now you make it your mission to seek out the most mindboggling outfit

it’s an award ceremony with some pretty big important people

and it’s supposedly very elegant and fancy

by the looks of the massive hall it’s being held in

so you wanna go all out

not caring that you might be overdressed

you don’t care

not really

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saturday comes rather quickly

you’ve been in the shower all day

getting ready

scrubbing every inch of your body

exfoliating, using your most expensive hair products

in your little robe

with your hair in your towel

as your phone vibrates whilst you’re rubbing moisturizer into your skin, your heart jolts

for some reason thinking it’s yoongi, you lunge at your phone

but it’s simply your makeup artist and hairdresser duo letting you know they’re on the way

right

you even booked a damn mua and hairstylist.

you genuinely just want to go all out

sliding into a thong and strapless bra

they’re not even a set but they match so who cares

it doesn’t matter because you’re wearing shapewear on top of it anyway

hugs your body just right

you put your robe back on and start detangling your hair

it doesn’t take long for them to arrive

you’ve known them for quite a while now

known them since your college days

jungkook, the hairstylist and hoseok the makeup artist

they’re pretty damn talented and you’ve booked them often before

but you haven’t been to any major events since your divorce so you haven’t seen them in a year

“so,” jungkook starts, “where the hell have you been, loca?”

settling in their workstation and setting up the ringlight, you lightly chat, catch up

you chuckle and shake your head. “been here.”

“you moved?” hoseok asks, which is a clear answer considering this address is different than the one they’d usually make you up in

“yeah,” you quietly sigh. “been on my own.”

both their tapioca pearls drop to the ring around your finger

at least, where they’d expect it to be

except it’s not there

not where it should be

“wait, what happened? are you okay?” hoseok takes a moment to sit down on your bed, hand reaching out to yours

they were somewhat acquainted with yoongi

you nod and chuckle. “it’s okay. it’s been like, a year.”

jungkook starts nibbling on his liprings, eyes squinting at you in empathy

“it was a mutual agreement.”

no, it wasn’t.

“did he cheat?”

“no.”

“was he violent?”

“no.”

it’s nice they’re checking to make sure you weren’t a victim of something sinister

though

jungkook can’t help but ask,

“fell out of love?”

at this, you stay quiet. you’d left yoongi before that could be the case

but did you two really fall out of love?

“it doesn’t matter, okay? all that matters is he’s gonna be there tonight and i need you two to do what you do best and make sure i look the best.”

they quickly glance at each other before nodding and giving you a high five

“on it!”

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by the time they’re done with you, you glance in the mirror for the first time that’s not from a distance

and

goodness

you almost want to cry

lol

again, a phenomenal job

your dress would fit so perfectly with this look

your hair would compliment it perfectly. jungkook did an amazing job

your makeup is nudy and peachy yet glimmery and showstopping.

your cheeks rosy, contoured, shimmery

you’re so alluring

you can’t stop staring at yourself

it’s been so long since you’ve felt

pretty.

beautiful.

worth looking at.

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they help you into your dress

which is

so

damn

heavy

thanks to the pearls

you hadn’t thought about how your arms would have to be out like this since it’s a strapless dress

your pregnancy made you gain weight and you’d never thought you’d have thought about stretch marks on your arms but here you are

you’re not entirely comfortable with your arms being out like this

but the dress is so damn gorgeous that you think it’s just best to bite the bullet

even if you’re going to be hyper aware of your arms the entire night

you have no idea how you’re gonna be walking on heels with the weight of this dress on you

you have a delicate pearl necklace sitting around your neck

and soft pearl earrings

you’re totally overdressed

but you also don’t give a fuck

right as you glance in the mirror, your phone vibrates

but before you can look at it, hoseok and jungkook call out to you.

“have fun and be safe.” hoseok wraps his arms around you and gently pats your back

“you look absolutely stunning.” jungkook’s turn to hug you and you sigh in content

“thank you guys. you’re the best.”

the price is hefty but you also look better than you have

except for maybe your wedding day

which they were also the glam team for

you looked so gorgeous

yoongi tried to stay strong but ended up choking and tearing up as soon as you got close enough to him

you were so young

he was so young

ages 20 & 22

so damn full of life

:(

and then you’re reminded that you got texted not too long ago

from: namjoon

‘Let me know when you arrive, I’ll come pick you up at the entrance’

he’s so attentive <33

from: you

‘thanks mr. celebrity. will do’

from: namjoon

‘🙄🙄’

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upon your arrival, like promised, namjoon’s by the door when your cab pulls up

clad in an extremely expensive tuxedo it seems

hair styled so elegantly, swooped to the side that shows his forehead so well

he opens the door for you and helps you out but not before thanking you for coming by giving you a hug

he quietly gasps. “you look absolutely stunning,” he says into your hair, rubbing your back

you return the compliment

it’s pretty cold out

“let’s get you out of the cold,” he chuckles when he notices the goosebumps all over your shoulders

he guides you into the massive hall

thousands of people

standing around

chatting

drinking

eating appetisers

looks like some real important people are here

you barely make it halfway through the hall when namjoon is pulled from your arm

he gives you an apologetic smile but you wave it off, telling him to go do what he needs to

you find yourself by the snacks, clutch in hand

your eyes trail the delicacies

hmm

maybe you should–

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d assume you were one of the awards.”

the voice makes you turn around and you instantly pull him into a hug

“it’s been so long.” you pout your lips as he rubs your back gently.

“i know, i know. i’ve been so busy.”

“so, i heard. mr. park jimin, aka the up and coming model ready to take the world by storm.” you nudge him with your hip

he shakes his head yet can’t help but smile.

“stop it,” he mumbles sheepishly

“i’m serious! congrats on your contract with dior, jimin. i’m so damn proud of you.”

his eyes disappear behind his wide smile and it seems like he’s about to get emotional so he pulls you in for another hug instead

another voice speaks up behind you two

“what are we celebrating?”

you turn to look over jimin’s shoulder

“damn. you look really good. i thought you were jimin’s plus one.”

you reach out to smack his shoulder but he dodges your attack just in time, hands still in his pockets

“what are you trying to say, you little jerk?” you huff at the tall man with pillowy lips and broad shoulders

“shouldn’t you address someone of my rank with more respect?” he crosses his arms

“your rank?” you echo and this time, jimin pulls away

“you haven’t heard? seokjin’s father stepped down as CEO. seokjin is now the CEO of kim enterprises.”

your eyes almost bulge out of your sockets as you turn to seokjin again

it really HAS been long

your isolation hasn’t been good to anyone

“congrats!!!” you pull seokjin into a tight hug, not caring how uncomfortable it is for you in this heavy pearl dress

he chuckles and rubs your back, mumbling quiet thank yous

and once again

everyone around you is moving forwards in life

and you stay behind

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you chat a bit more

“i gotta get back to my date,” seokjin says as he gives one last quick hug to you and jimin

jimin turns to you after seokjin dips. “have you uh,” he says as he looks around. “have you seen yoongi?”

you look around. “no.”

“is he here with a plus one?”

“i don’t know, jimin.”

he sighs quietly. “sorry.”

you shake your head. “it’s okay, ji. just not sure how i’d react if i came face to face with him and his date.”

he nods to what you’re saying in understanding and rubs your shoulder.

“do you have a plus one?” you ask him

he shakes his head. “no.”

it makes you smile. at least you’ll have a bit of company

“i’d pretend to be your date but we both know yoongi wouldn’t buy that.”

right

he would after.. you know

jimin points at a man standing by the bar with a camera around his neck

“that’s one of the photographers tonight. i’ve worked with him a handful of times. he’s really nice and he’s very handsome. try to chat him up,” jimin says as he nudges you with his hip

you roll your eyes. “why would i do that?”

“because i don’t want you to feel alone here when i’m not around, okay?”

“jimin, i’m divorced, not a helpless lonely teenager.”

wrong.

he chuckles and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, careful not to mess your makeup up. “i know, i know. i’m gonna go chat that girl up by the bar, she’s been staring for 13 minutes.”

oh

he’s leaving

that’s why

jimin’s gone as quickly as he came

hmm

you turn to glance at the photographer by the bar

his face is turned away but his side profile is ethereal

that is a very handsome man. wow.

you take a very small sip of champagne just to get some alcohol into your system to get rid of the nerves

just as you decide to start walking towards him

there’s a hand on your back.

an all too familiar hand.

“almost mistook you for a shooting star.”

you turn to look over your shoulder

to make eye contact

with your exhusband.

your eyes quickly glance around him for any evidence of a plus one but you don’t see anything

your eyes drag down his body

nice beige suit, looks to be designer

long wavy hair styled so gorgeously you wish you could run your fingers through it

much like you, yoongi likes going all out

maybe thats why y’all fit so well together

“yoongi,” you greet, feeling extremely awkward cause last time you saw him, you made him put his dick in your mouth when all he had to do was attempt to get you pregnant

“sugar,” he greets back, eyes dropping down your figure. “i don’t think you belong here.”

sugar…

you frown. “hm?”

“look at you. it’s like i’m face to face with an angel. i can hardly believe how beautiful you are.” he smiles as he reaches to rub your elbow

your body heats up under his touch.

“thanks but you can stop kissing my ass. tonight’s about namjoon.”

he chuckles at your comment and holds his hands up in surrender. “just thought i’d let you know.”

“hm,” you hum as you look around, eyes falling back on the photographer by the bar who has seemingly started chatting with people around him

“anyway,” you say. you turn back to yoongi. “i’ll see you ‘round. you should probably spend time with your date.”

he tilts his head to the side. “date?”

“your plus one. you were allowed to bring a plus one, right?”

“oh, yeah. my plus one is just a coworker that’s a big fan of namjoon’s work. but i don’t really view her as my date.”

right.

lol

there’s no reason your heart should crack the way it did

hate that you keep thinking about the possibilities

bet they came in one car

did he compliment her when he saw her?

do they have inside jokes like he does with you?

“did you bring a plus one?” yoongi asks quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

you simply shrug. “i’m sure you’d love to know that.” you nod over his shoulder. “i’m telling you to spend time with her cause she’s been staring for a good 2 minutes.”

yoongi turns to look over his shoulder and you hate how it does seem like he knows the woman

“yeah. yuna.”

“go catch up with her, then. we can catch up during dinner sunday.”

with that, you turn and head for the bar, making sure not to slip or tumble because that would make your dramatic departure from yoongi look foolish

you already feel foolish.

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i love this couple!!!!!! this is AMAZING and i can’t wait to reread straight shooter as always hahahaha

More ‘Straight Shooter’ lore yesssss I love that fic so much!!!!!!! Things I like to imagine after the ending: 1) JK about to go on his first mission and y/n cooing over him and fully kitting him out whilst Yoongi pouts 2) a rooftop date where Yoongi is like “sorry I’ve sniped here before but the view is beautiful” and y/n is like “you thought of me?? 🥺” 3) general domestic scenes in the Hobi/Yoongi/JK Household

I wrote this in like 20 minutes, thank you to @morndas for looking at this and assuring me it wasn't terrible (I haven't written anything in the straight shooter verse for literal years now)

a rooftop date where Yoongi is like “sorry I’ve sniped here before but the view is beautiful” and y/n is like “you thought of me?? 🥺”

straight shooter snippet ; 1

Familiarity breeds contempt, they say.

Yoongi doesn’t think so.

Then again, Yoongi’s found he doesn’t always agree with what everyone else says - what they say, what they think, what they do. Maybe it’s because he’s always hyperaware of his surroundings. He has to be in his line of work, after all. Contempt is a luxury he doesn’t allow himself to foster. A single slip-up and he could be dead.

The lower levels are looked down upon by those who live above. In the upper levels they turn up their noses, turn away from the grime and the filth, the decaying foundations that have been neglected for far too long. Dirty, ugly, abandoned, they say, even as they continue to build atop them, profit from them. There’s nothing beautiful down there.

But they don’t know the city like he does.

They don’t know about this secret perch, hidden atop a darkened skyscraper, dilapidated and hollow.

They don’t know that the lower city shines.

All the strata rise from here, a graduated terrace that ascends upwards and upwards. Each level sparkles and glitters, glowing even in the darkness, a kaleidoscope of neon colour that would be a riotous clamour if one were too close. Instead, from this distance it all blurs into one, a shimmering gradient that softens all the sharp edges of this place into something beautiful. Being at the bottom of this cascading array means that an onlooker can tilt their head back and never find an end to it all, almost, like they could lean further and further back and never fall. That they would be caught in this neverending ouroboros of light and life.

There’s nothing beautiful down there, they say, but Yoongi knows that’s not true.

Because, after all, you’re here.

You’re here in the lower city, and you’re here beside him. You’re here, staring up at all of these lights with eyes wide open, drinking in this view, the endless constellations that make up a city of man-made stars.

“It’s hardly easy to get up here,” you say. “Not exactly a great place for a tourist attraction, if that’s what you were planning.”

Yoongi lets himself smile. He’s been doing that a lot more recently. Smiling. Usually when you’re around.

(Who would have thought?)

“I was using it as a sniper’s nest,” Yoongi says. “I thought you’d like the view.”

You turn towards him. As far away as you are from all those lights, those shooting stars, you still shine brighter still. (Bold, brilliant, bright. Beautiful.)

“You thought of me?”

(Sniper rifle of your making braced against his body, staring down a scope that you’d built, weapon loaded with bullets that you’d designed. The remembered press of your lips on his temple, his mouth, his neck. The lights of the city haloed around his view even as he focused in on his target below.)

“Yes,” he says.

(It’s just you, and him, and the endless lights below you. In your own hidden world away from everything else.)

And - with no bite behind it, no hidden laughter, nothing but a rare moment of unguarded fondness - you smile.

–

Familiarity breeds contempt, they say, but there are some things that Yoongi grows more familiar with day by day and will never grow tired of.

(Even if he’d never say it out loud.)

UGHHHHHH just watching this couple grow and banter and learn and spend their time together AND build their life around each other MAKES ME SO HAPPY 😫😫😫😫😫 i wish the best for them <33 THANK U SO MUCH ART

summary: in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

> idol!jungkook x reader / est. relationship, fluff, angst / word count: 7k

> content/warnings: yea shirtless jungkook should be a warning… one (1) spank then he kisses it better, also gives a kiss to that lil bow on oc’s undies >:( + a flashback of oc crying and him getting stressed out bcs oc is a careless brat fr

> in which masterlist!

note: hehe i’m here <3 this drabble is basically just oc in a mood and jungkook being the sweetest bf ever 🤨 idk how it got this long either heh it didn’t feel that way at all while i wrote-edited? but i hope u enjoy and i’d love to hear ur thoughts 🥺 reblogs/feedback are appreciated !! <3

—

“oh my god- fuck!”

you cover your mouth in shock, squeezing your eyes shut and flinching at the ear-splitting sound that bounces off the walls of the apartment.

jungkook is rendered frozen, eyebrows furrowed and jaw slacked, staring down at his shirt largely stained by the chocolate milk you were walking around with after brunch.

“damn…”

his eyes are irritable when they communicate with yours.

“baby! really? did it have to be the white one?”

but seconds later, they become worried and calculating — wandering all over the tiled floor, and then your bare feet infront of his slides-clad ones, surrounded by shattered pieces of ceramic.

the collateral damage. an unforeseen tragedy.

suffice to say, jungkook woke up this morning blissfully unaware of the turbulent storm threatening to make a playground out of your mind. it’s craving to feed destruction, and here he is living with you under the same roof, an unfortunate casualty from your antics.

the hand-painted mug, wet from the condensation, slipped away from your hands when you accidentally collided with his tough build at the intersection of the living room and the kitchen. this… wasn’t part of the plan. the plan was a little spill and this is a landslide.

“that was expensive too.” you utter wistfully, chest deflating as you release an exasperated breath. “sorry. i’ll clean up everything. just stay there and i’ll- when did i last see the broom-”

his doe eyes grow two times its size when you start looking around the apartment in search of the broom, and perhaps something you can use to pat yourself and jungkook dry, causing your feet to unconsciously shift on the treacherous ground.

“ba-baby! don’t move! you’re going to hurt yourself. are you crazy?” he interrupts you with a hiss, voice stern as his hands curl around your arms to hold you steady. “it’s okay. this is nothing, i’m not mad… just stay still, understand?”

you nod slowly as he lets go, eyebrows knitting together to convey confusion when he starts pulling his shirt over his head, revealing miles of bare skin and planes of defined muscles on a perfect silhouette. perfect because it’s jungkook.

alright… to see him half-naked wasn’t one of your intentions, but you’re definitely not one to complain.

“tsk, i think i need to shower again.”

figuring that the internet has a solution to every problem one could think of, jungkook has decided to accept the horror that has happened to his shirt. what was it again? salt? vinegar? baking soda? powder? fuck it, he’ll search for it later.

he throws caution to the wind by using it to wipe his damp torso, brushing it over his tan skin glistening with a sheen of the liquid that you wittingly spilled. he winces at the uncomfortable stickiness that could be felt across his stomach, but he can’t help but to laugh when he sees how it further accentuated his abs.

and if only you were in a chipper mood today, you would be laughing along with him. would’ve taken over cleaning him up, apologized with a kiss on his waist. too bad you’re not.

eventually, he gives up on erasing on the feeling, proceeding to fold the shirt in halves.

“what are you doing?” you snap, putting on a guise of harsher irritation over your dreamy stares at your boyfriend’s glorious physique. “are we just supposed to stand here forever like idiots?”

“what is this? why are you so grumpy today?” he questions with a frown, patting your cheek with the soft cottony fabric because the splash managed to reach your face unbeknownst to you.

and then he bends down to place the folded shirt infront of your feet, looking up to you with his galaxy-filled eyes to say, “here- come on. stand here while i clean up.”

you stand isolated on the safe zone he created, childishly pouting with your arms crossed over chest as you wait for him to pick up your slippers in the bedroom.

the simple answer to jungkook’s question is you’re bored and in a bad mood. the more complex answer would be you came up with a one-man game you can only win if you successfully piss your boyfriend off, but you’re too scared to pull off anything that will legitimately make him upset with you.

because the last time you made him angry, it hasn’t been… that long ago. he’s been keeping a closer eye on you since then, and you’ve been trying to be good. keyword being trying. after all, you did lost his car key… at a beach three hours away from home. you searched the entire shore — retraced your steps, made your knees and palms bleed digging through the rocky sand, curled up by the waves to wallow in self-blame and the smell of salt-air defeat. you were nearly in tears as you listened to the call ring for what felt like an eternity, unsure if he already wrapped up the company meeting he mentioned to you the day before.

you still remember the desperate words you greeted him with instead of ‘hello’.

“babe, promise me you won’t be mad.”

—

“____, you didn’t even tell me you were coming here! care to explain that to me first? huh?”

your name, and not ‘baby’? heavens above have mercy; you’re fucked.

jungkook presses the heels of his palms over his eyes to alleviate the dull throbbing of his head, breathing heavily to compose himself, but he can’t disguise the frustration deeply embedded in his voice.

“you scared me!”

not yelling, but tone evidently very upset with you. somehow, that makes you feel worse.

“i had to make up an excuse infront of everyone and drive here fast. i was so worried of you being here all alone when it gets dark!”

“it’s your car so i thought i had to let you know right away. i’m sorry.” you chew at your bottom lip anxiously, eyes brimming with tears as you barely muster up the courage to observe how he’s handling this.

your heart pounds louder in your chest when he finally looks down at you, guilty and gloomy, sat on a wooden bench painted yellow. it drops to your stomach when you see the sullen expression painting his face a light shade of red.

“where did you lose it?”

you open your mouth, but no words come out. you can only manage to point at the shore with your disoriented eyes, and he traces the direction with his. the majestic orange sky where the sun descends below the horizon fails to be recognized by your foggy, distracted minds.

it’s silent for a few beats, then he huffs, breathing out a sarcastic chuckle before burying his face in hands.

“baby, please. please. are you sure you’re not pranking me right now?”

“no! do you think i’d joke like this? i really tried my best to find it!” you sniffle, roughly wiping away the lone tear that escapes your eye. you’re almost too humiliated to continue talking, volume falling a few notches above a whisper. “but the waves were getting stronger.”

he vehemently shakes his head, rendered speechless and stuttering, malfunctioning. he doesn’t think he has ever imagined this type of scenario before. “this is crazy. really… this is unbelievable… how did this even happen?”

he exhales loudly before removing his hands, revealing a calmer exterior. be that as it may, his skin is more flushed, all the way to his ears and down to his neck, where his veins have become noticeably prominent.

“i mean, what else can we do about it? i’ll request for a new one.”

“but are we just going to leave the car here?”

“did you leave anything in there?”

“i left my bag, but…” you pat the pockets of your skirt to check if your valuables didn’t meet the same fate as the car key. “i brought my phone and wallet with me.”

he nods. “then i’ll call a towing service.”

you pout.

“it’s such a bother.”

feeling exhausted after burning a concerning amount of energy in search of the missing item, you stand on wobbly feet to loop your arms around his waist.

maybe it’s to coax him into forgiving you. maybe it’s to make yourself feel better, nuzzle your face on his chest to drive away the anxiety weighing on your shoulders. but as it’s being lifted off, so is the barrier withholding your salty tears.

“i’m so careless. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i should’ve drove my car instead.”

“ye- no, that’s not…” he cuts himself off with a sigh.

he puts an arm around you, pushing his hair back and repeatedly carding his fingers through it out of habit.

“seriously, baby… you stress me out so much, do you know that? you’re always wandering around places you’re not familiar with… this is secluded. it’s dangerous. you could get hurt if you bump into the wrong people… really, i’m just relieved it’s not yourself that you lost this time!”

the recollection of old flashbacks playing in his mind like a movie reel elicits a throaty chuckle from him, low and rough, the vibrations of his chest rudely awakening the butterflies in your stomach.

“you couldn’t even send me a text. you didn’t turn on your location. i would’ve lost my fucking mind again… did you even thought of that? or is that what you wanted, huh? baby? you enjoy driving me crazy like this?”

and the confession tucked inside his scolding obliterates any coherent thoughts in your head, causing you to lose control of your whirlwind of emotions.

“this isn’t fair. you said you won’t be mad.” you wail out in response, tears fiercely leaking from your eyes akin to a rainstorm. “i didn’t know this would happen!”

he clicks his tongue, gingerly caressing your wet cheeks with his thumb, then with the rest of his fingers, and the paw of his jacket, because the streams just seem to have no plans of ceasing. his wide eyes worriedly scans your tear-stained face, heart squeezed painfully by the restrained sobs forcefully ripping themselves from your throat.

“shhh, shh. don’t cry- don’t cry. i’m not mad, i was just worried about you.”

“jungkook, you’re lying.” you whine. “don’t lie to me. i don’t like it.”

he slowly blinks at you, head hanging low as to compose his thoughts before he reconnects with your eyes. a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips before his tongue unconsciously sweeps over them, its tip catching the silver ring piercing through his skin to play with it.

a moment of silence, thick with restlessness and anticipation, harder to breathe with the unique smell of the salt-air entering and leaving your lungs.

you feel small under his stoic gaze. you want to sit back down and cry harder.

your boyfriend is mad. your boyfriend is infuriatingly hot even when he’s disappointed in you. you need to dig a hole in the sand and live there forever. after everything, these are the only thoughts left running in your head.

“okay, fine. you lost the key of our car in the ocean, ____. but what if someone already found it by chance?” he cocks his head to the side, briefly peering at the road behind you.

he knows that it’s no use. even if he does see the white jeep wheeling by, is he supposed to assume that he can outrun it by some heaven-granted miracle?

“what then? hm…? what else can we do? i guess it could be getting stolen right now and we don’t even know. you parked so far away.”

god, please, not your favorite car.

“it’s not only the car. i still have important documents left in the compartment too.” this only dawns on him now, judging by the look of distress written on his face. he suddenly slaps his thigh, and you flinch a little. “fuck! i should’ve cleaned sooner!”

“then you are mad.” you arrive at a conclusion, chin wobbling as you sniffle. “about a lot of things.”

you resist the urge to stomp your feet. you want to throw a tantrum so bad. tell him that he shouldn’t be keeping such things in the car in the first place, that he owns a safe for fuck’s sake, but you know you can’t get away with shifting the blame because you messed up horribly in comparison.

“i get it. i’m sorry… i take full responsibility this time.”

“shit, baby.” he deeply sighs.

it becomes quiet again. he just looks at your face with knitted eyebrows, not saying anything more, and you try your best to cut off your crying, not to act conscious, but your eyes still fall on the sand. they stay there for a few beats to avoid the intensity of his gaze.

he almost sounds pained when he finally speaks. “how can i stay mad at you when you’re crying?”

he tilts up your chin, and your glassy eyes, sparkling with a new wave of tears, look at him beseechingly.

the setting sun. an eternal witness to a brand new day of humans being humans. it kisses your skin with its golden light, bathing your figure to radiate an angelic glow that drives him to consider once more that you could just be an enchanting character across dreams and the year is still 2017.

you sniffle again, brushing off his hand. sometimes you despise that jungkook brings out messiest, most unstable side of you. you know that he practically signed up for this, and he will always love you the same, love you even more. but that doesn’t take away the fact that you’re so embarrassed.

“but i’m not crying just to make you feel bad, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“yah, that wasn’t what i meant?” he frowns, eyes softening at your reply. “of course. i know that.”

the cracks in your voice, he seals with a soft kiss on your lips, tender and swollen caused by the onslaught of your sharp teeth.

“anyway, i can take care of replacing it. i mean, it’s not like it can get stolen just like that, right…?”

he sounds rather nervous convincing the both of you.

“but i’m most worried about you. i can lose everything but you.” his tattooed arm pulls you closer, casting aside the tension by leaving not even an inch of space between your bodies. he tenderly rubs your back to console you, and another kiss is granted to your temple, his soothing voice slightly muffled as his lips stay glued to you. “did i make you cry? i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry… it’s okay. things like this can happen.”

“no, i’m sorry.” you aggressively shake your head and he carries on with wiping your cheeks, the back of his hand brushing off the tears that drip across your chin. he dries his hand on the hem of his jacket only to get it wet all over again.

“let’s just learn from this and move on. promise me that you’ll be more careful next time, okay? you can do that, right?”

jungkook does scold you every now and then, but although you stress him out, he would hate it if he’s not the first person you call when you’re in trouble. he would hate it if you act nonchalant and secretly cry when you’re hurt. but most of all, he can’t imagine a life in which you don’t make his world spin, much as he tends to get too dizzy at times.

your defiant hum makes his tense shoulders drop in disappointment.

“there should be a bus stop somewhere, i’ll just go home on my own. i don’t want to keep stressing you out.”

you will yourself to break free from his embrace, dragging yourself away to leave behind a trail of footprints in the sand, and he knows he’ll be running after you today, too.

“oh? you better stop right there!” he warns with a hand over his hip.

you become smaller and smaller in his eyes with every tick of the clock, much like how the sun is gradually getting swallowed by the ocean.

“i’ll get angry for real if you disappear from my sight. really, i’m not joking!”

angry? what a joke. you know that he’d cry blood searching for you if you get lost.

“oh? you’re really not going to stop?!”

jungkook’s voice fall on deaf ears, except that of the dog leashed to a tree that stands infront of a humble home. it seethingly barks at him from many meters away.

“fucking shit. i need alcohol.” he chuckles to himself, rubbing his tired eyes. “____, i swear, you’re getting too stubborn these days. what should i do with you?”

but you’re too far away to hear him, and so, he answers himself.

“eh, it is what it is.”

the wind blows with a quiet whistle, deadly as it fuels the roaring waves.

“AH! nuh-uh!” he exclaims, jaw dropping in alarm when he sees an urgent reason to chase after you, putting those leg days at the gym to good use.

you jump, a squeak leaving your mouth when out of nowhere, a solicitous palm smooths over your behind, sliding down to the back of your thighs to hold down your rippling skirt.

but you’re determined to be unyielding, eyes shooting daggers at jungkook. “leave me alone. i can do it myself.”

“baby, isn’t that a little rude? is that how you say ‘thank you’?”

“thank you. now let’s go our separate ways.”

and just like that, you’re walking away again.

“shit.” he curses quietly through gritted teeth, pulling at his hair. “babe, please come back… i’m sorry! i didn’t mean that!”

—

“jungkook! how many times do i need to tell you to turn off faucet properly?!”

you’re hot on jungkook’s tail as he makes his way to the laundry room beside the kitchen, carrying a laundry basket over his hip. he’s still shirtless, only clad in a different pair of shorts after a quick shower.

“the bathroom sink was close to overflowing! again!”

“i know what you’re doing.”

“what? what am i doing?”

the basket touches the ground, standing beside the dryer, and then he turns to face you, eyebrows shooting up. “picking a fight with me won’t work today.”

“why?” your tone borders on a whine.

“what do you mean ‘why’?” he laughs in jest. “why? why do you want to fight with me so bad?”

“i don’t know.” you exhale loudly, rolling your eyes and shrugging. “just because!”

“well, that’s not very convincing, is it?” he teases you with a grin, proceeding to open the dryer to dump the fresh laundry in the basket. the clothes you wore in the past week once again soaked up the sweet, floral scent the people around you distinctly recognizes to be your own and jungkook’s.

“i know, but i’m done playing now. you’re not hearing me.” you close your eyes in frustration, recounting the other times you had to say these exact words. “you’re going to flood our house.”

“okay, okay. i won’t forget to double-check it from now on. i promise.”

“sure, that’s what you also said last time.” you indignantly scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “i’m not turning it off for you anymore. if we get flooded, i’m leaving you. i’m moving out.”

your threat puts a halt to his movements for a split second before he’s adorably replying in a sing-song voice. “then i’m going with you.”

“no, you’re not.”

and it doesn’t come as a shock to you that jungkook doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

“huh! good luck trying to stop me.” he slams the door of the dryer shut, standing up straight. “it’s not easy getting rid of me. you know that.”

he walks to the middle of the room to get a good view of you at the entrance. with the other resting on his hip, he lies his palm flat over the counter, outstretched arm cascading with varied colors of ink in sharp lines and swirling curves.

fuck, he has to know what he’s doing — flexing his muscles like that, not playing fair.

“aigoo, look at you glaring at me. you want to fight?”

and you’d feel intimidated by his challenging stare, the quirk of his eyebrow, his teeth sinking on his bottom lip… only if he didn’t blink to rake a stare over your body, lingering on your smooth legs that couldn’t be covered by your mere underwear. only if they didn’t flicker back to your face, and only if he didn’t smirk like a lovesick fool.

“so cute.” he chuckles. “you’re totally my type.”

“shut up.” you roll your eyes at the random compliment. “i know, i already get that a lot.”

his smile then fades, not so thrilled with the reminder that it’s so easy to fall in love with you, and therefore anyone would die to take his place. he knows that they hover around you like flies when he’s not there. well, he really can’t blame them, can he? you’re so fucking attractive.

“what does that mean…? who else is saying it, huh? tell me. i think i have a few guesses.”

“does it matter?” you stare at him blankly, which then turns into a piercing glare. “jungkook! i was just talking about you not paying enough attention. look at you proving me right!”

the stomp of your feet on the floor tells him that you’ve reached a level of frustration near to inducing a flood of tears.

oh, he truly got called out, huh?

“i’m sorry- i’m sorry. i admit that. i’m sorry, my love. i was just joking around. i’m listening well now.” he winces guiltily, beckoning you to be where he is. “come here then.”

“i don’t want to.” you stay rooted in your spot. “who do you think you are?”

“m-me…? i’m your boyfriend. boyfriend!” he points at himself, index finger repeatedly poking his bare chest to emphasize his point. his arm then drops to his side. his doe eyes widen as he breathes out a sigh of disbelief. “oh, i’m really getting upset now?”

you bite back a smile. the sweet taste of victory.

you can’t be the only one, can you?

“aish, i see you’re having your way again.” he chuckles, taking it upon himself to cross the distance between you. his hands find purchase on the curves of your waist, and every nerve in your body turns into a live wire. “let’s just go out today. do you want to practice boxing at the gym with me?”

didn’t he just watch you do arms day this morning? does he think you have the same stamina as him? you make a face of disapproval and shake your head.

“shall we go to a rage room again then? break more stuff?” he playfully sticks his tongue out, and you glare once more.

for the record, you loved that mug.

“boring.”

“and fighting with me is fun?”

you purse your lips into a thin line. “well, it’s not boring.”

“of course.” he laughs, softly squeezing your waist, pads of his thumbs mindlessly tracing shapes over the fabric of your top.

all of a sudden, he’s tugging you closer to envelope you in his embrace, voice slightly muffled as he sweetly talks. “are you mad at me for real? i’m sorry. sorry, sorry, sorry. sorry. i’ll really be more mindful of the things you remind me about, i swear… i don’t like fighting. it breaks my heart when you cry.”

what is this five foot ten man with bulging biceps, tattoo sleeve, and piercings doing here in the crook of your neck — affectionately nuzzling his face on your skin and telling you in a baby voice that he doesn’t like fighting?

you don’t know, but you feel good.

and his bare body is so comfortingly soft and warm.

he draws back for a kiss but his nose and lips only graze your cheek when you turn away, and you don’t see the sadness that flashes across his face.

“so what i’m hearing is… you don’t like fighting with me because i’m too sensitive? is that the truth?”

“no!” he perks up to interject without hesitation, shaking his head. “but i don’t think that’s a bad thing anyway… being sensitive.”

but you admit being a crybaby. you cry when you’re angry.

that’s when jungkook distinguishes the glint of mischief swimming in your irises. he feels dizzy after having his heart drop to his stomach.

“no. no, no.”

his mirthful grin returns, revealing his perfect set of teeth.

“ahh, i’m stressed!” he closes his eyes, throwing his head back, chest puffing up when he breathes in then out. “i knew it. no, i’m not falling for this trap!”

then he flees the room carrying the laundry basket, leaving you doubled over and covering your mouth to silence your giggles of amusement.

“i’m hanging the laundry now!”

“how dare you walk away from me?!”

“you can’t follow me!”

“i’m not.” you scoff, purposely bumping your hips against his. “i’ll vacuum the living room.”

—

“where are you going? gym?” you genuinely begin to sulk, watching your boyfriend slide into a baggy pair of bleached denim pants. “are you leaving me here?”

he avoids your inquiring eyes, ignoring you as he pulls up his zipper and does the button. you pout when he walks further away to pull out a black shirt from the clothing rack.

“is that it? are you tired of me already?”

he tosses its hanger in the basket where you discard the empty ones before wearing the final piece of clothing, covering himself fully for the first time today.

you sigh, feeling dejected. “you don’t love me anymore?”

and jungkook needs to physically restrain himself so he won’t grab your face and say ‘i love you’ over and over again until he runs out of breath.

you leave the closet to follow him to the bedroom, where he sits on the edge of the mattress to put on his socks.

you stand by him, patience quickly running thin. “hello?”

he brushes away the non-existent dirt on the left sock before switching his legs to put on the right one.

“did i turn invisible?”

your eyebrows furrow in disappointment. this isn’t how fighting works. you need a reaction at the very least.

you tug at the sleeve of his shirt, starting to get annoyed, already planning your exit if he continues this act. “you’re hurting my feelings. you’re not even going to look at me?”

he mumbles, and you almost fail to piece his phrase together. “can’t, you’re too pretty.”

his big brown eyes faintly glimmer with hope when he looks up at you, puckering his rose-tinted lips and making kissing sounds.

your sweet and clingy boyfriend, he’s making this too difficult.

a tsunami of affection washes over you, and it becomes impossible for you not to crack at his cheekiness then. “jungkook, you’re impossible!”

atleast he tried to shoot his shot.

“tsk, see? i thought so!” he grumbles, snapping the elastic band on his ankle. “just want one kiss.”

he disappears into the closet again.

he returns not a minute later, unceremoniously placing a white bucket hat on your head before tugging it down to obstruct your vision.

“hey!”

you hastily take it off, scowling at your laughing boyfriend who turns out to be already wearing a black bucket hat of his own.

“you’re bored, aren’t you? let’s go out, have some sun.”

“no.”

you reply exactly as your boyfriend predicted you would.

jungkook captures your wrist to slip his credit card on your palm, folding your fingers over it, but they aren’t enough to hide the black rectangular thing you can use to buy the world with if you wanted to. your amusement spills out as giggles, brighter as he pushes your hand to your chest so you have no other choice but to accept it.

he scrunches his nose, face only inches away from yours as he persuades you with his natural charm. “what if we go shopping, hmm?”

“thanks babe, but i can’t think of anything i want right now.” you sniffle with teary eyes, flipping the card and holding it between your longest fingers as muscle memory takes control.

“then just keep it incase you see something you want.”

he kneels on the floor out of the blue, and you eye him curiously, your fingers automatically tangling with his silky locks before making a loose fist.

“here, put some pants on. hurry-” he presents your pair of faded gray cargo pants.

you tug at his hair lightly, which prompts him to lift his head. you scrunch your nose cutely, giggling. “i’m spoiled.”

“ey, so what if you are?” he brushes off your observation with his satoori accent, blithe tone listing down reasons. “i love you. i worked hard so i can do these things for you. we moved in together so we can take care of each other.”

and you want to cry. you truly do. your face began to feel warm after he said that he loves you, but the tears never make it past your lash line when his big palm lands a loud smack on your ass, skin-to skin.

“but i do think that you are a brat. does that count for something?”

it catches you by surprise, and a scandalized gasp escapes your mouth as you feel the sting spreading across your skin.

“shut up! give that to me.” you roll your eyes, stealing the pants from his grasp.

“see, that’s what i’m talking about.” he chuckles lightheartedly. “get dressed then.”

his fingers dig in the soft flesh of your thighs when he pulls you closer to kiss the tiny little ribbon on your underwear, heart-shaped lips pressed to you so firmly you can trace their outline bleeding through the thin fabric and onto your skin. “mmm-mwah!”

and then you feel them there next, where it still hurts, a softer kiss in comparison to soothe the sting he left behind.

your heart is beating so loud you can feel it in your throat, feeble knees nearly giving away to crash and break.

who does that so casually? who the hell does that?

oh, right… jungkook. of course.

you raise the white flag today.

perhaps he will flood the apartment tomorrow, and you can stay angry longer then.

—

“what’s taking him so long?” you mutter absentmindedly to yourself, lost eyes scanning the park in hopes of getting a glimpse of your boyfriend and his classic jungkook outfit, but he’s still nowhere to be seen.

your sour mood makes a reappearance.

to your credit, taking you out and then asking you to wait here without telling you where he’s going is rude, and you’re lonely and jealous of the couples around you having a picnic. not to mention that the clouds have uncovered the sun and you’re burning.

this scene also leads your brain to wander to those cliche flashbacks in a film or a show where a parent lies to their child that they’ll come back, and then they doesn’t. it’s always, always at some sort of park.

oh, for fuck’s sake, why are you wasting your time giving this a lot of thought?

too bored and antsy to sit still, you finally decide to text jungkook.

to: my baby love

i'm gonna look for food. do you want anything?

orrr is that what you're away buying 😥

WHERE ARE YOU

why didn't you just take me with youuuu

?

please me lonely :(

[sent 1 photo]

a black cat !! is sleeping on my shoes!! 😭

i miss you :(

are you almost done

i hate u

whatever i'm going. call if you still remember that you're someone's bf i guess.

—

jungkook crosses the street like an excited puppy, long pretty hair bouncing as he practically skips his way to the area where he left you to wait.

only to be greeted by a complete stranger.

his radiant beam fades into a hue of confusion.

the bench is now occupied by a woman chugging an energy drink after running laps around the park.

they lock eyes for a split second. he averts his befuddled stare to pretend that nothing happened, walking past her with a bouquet of sunflowers until he settles down two benches away.

he wears his bucket hat again only for him to throw it aside with a sigh, messing with his hair to release his frustration. of course you left. he can only snort to himself while he reads the last message you sent. you’re so cute. he knows you’ve never been keen on having to wait, but he didn’t expect himself to take so long either.

not wanting you to be upset with him another second longer, he instantly decides to call you.

his forehead creases when his phone vibrates, informing him that he typed an incorrect password. he tries again, slow and deliberate, only for the same thing to happen, and he begins to feel nervous.

what the fuck?

okay, calm down, JK. one more time.

he freezes as the same words flash on the screen. his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he feels the irritation bubbling up inside of him.

“why is it like this…? what’s your problem? what am i touching wrong?”

—

you return to the park more carefree than before. since jungkook is god knows where, you decided to have a picnic on your own. you had to buy a new picnic blanket, though. you can’t get the one in the car because he has the key. but just to be petty, you hope that he figured it out from the text notifications he got when you used his card.

oh, there he is looking angrily at his phone.

you halt on your tracks, instantly pulling the brakes on your feet when you recognize your boyfriend from your peripheral vision. you slowly chew the remaining tteokbokki in your mouth.

he’s holding his phone… and he hasn’t called you yet?

“wow, did you seriously forgot about me?”

upon hearing your familiar voice, jungkook’s features soften, not having to squint at the sunlight either because you’ve kindly blocked it with your back.

“where did you even go? i didn’t see you!”

the password-protected device that’s been giving him a headache for the past ten minutes is abandoned in the depths of his pocket.

“baby,” he utters airily as he stands on his feet, reaching out to hold your forearm. “i’m sorry. i took so long, didn’t i…? i went to buy you flowers but they didn’t have tulips anywhere. anywhere. every shop said someone bought all of them!”

he scratches his head with a sheepish grin, revealing the bouquet he’s been concealing behind him.

“i got you sunflowers instead… they-” he points at them, eyes flickering on the bundle of yellow flowers he’s offering as a gift. “they’re not bad. i think they’re pretty too. you like them too, right?”

sunflowers are pretty. after all, it used to be your favorite in middle school, mostly because it’s the first flower you received from an admirer… it was for your birthday and you felt like you died when it withered, heavily on-brand for a young heart drawn to romance. excluding that, everything has changed. it’s a typical saturday and beads of sweat have formed on your lover’s forehead after running around under the sun. you think you can keep them alive longer this time around.

“i like you the most.”

and then he receives his gift in return, that particularly sweet smile of yours he only sees when you’re so giddy.

his heart flutters wildly at your following actions.

“kiss.” you adorably demand, copying his pout earlier when he was asking for a kiss.

but unlike you who left his wish ungranted, he crosses the distance to plant a kiss on your lips. he pulls away a mere three inches, muttering to confront you. “but i thought you hated me?”

“who said that? that wasn’t me.” you feign ignorance, eyes so wide as to mimic being confused. you carefully take the flowers into your embrace, subtly exchanging it with the paper bowl you’re holding. “thank you, baby… here, do you want tteokbokki?”

he goes for the fish cake first, poking it with the stick and popping it in his mouth. you find yourself too absorbed in admiring the sunflowers one by one to sense your boyfriend staring at you, thinking to himself, you’re always worth the effort and this overpriced tteokbokki is pretty damn good.

“i turned on my location like i promised i would. did you see?” you mention without looking at him, acting laidback, still too shy when anything related to the incident is brought up.

he awkwardly smiles. no, he didn’t, unfortunately. he’s still fucking locked out of his phone.

you whimper when he pinches your cheek. “good job, baby.”

—

jungkook removes his head on your stomach to lie down beside you on the red picnic blanket. his hair touches his face and he tucks them behind his ears for the millionth time today.

“will you type my password for me?”

you take his phone without question, putting yours over your chest for the meantime. you successfully unlock it within a second, experienced fingers nimble after years of typing on the daily.

“here.” you hold it out for him without looking, picking up your own phone to continue scrolling through trending topics. however, seconds pass and the heavy weight on your hand has yet to be eased, so you wiggle it to catch his attention. “hey, it’s done.”

he gasps, gaping at you in bewilderment. “how did you do that?”

“you changed it again last night, remember? because i told you our anniversary isn’t a good idea.”

shit, right. he added a new one to the list of passwords that he uses for everything. he totally forgot about that. you’ve taken over every working brain cell that he has in his body.

“baby, this is your fault!” he groans, finally snatching away his phone. “ah- i wanted to throw it away. i didn’t know what was wrong with it. i was seriously so close to crying!”

that bad? was he about to get all his data wiped out? your poor baby. you laugh out loud at his reaction, belly aching as you roll over to wrap your arm around his waist and bury your face on his side.

“anyone can guess it if they try hard enough.”

“but that was the trick, you know? they’d think it’s too easy. they wouldn’t even consider it!”

“that doesn’t mean they won’t try it!”

“ah, i don’t care. i’m changing it back.” he stubbornly pouts, falling back on the blanket.

you want to cuddle. he feels a tug on the sleeve of his shirt and he immediately understands. he allows you to use his tattooed arm as a pillow. it envelopes you entirely when he reaches for his phone to type with both hands, and you automatically snuggle with him closer by resting your head on his chest.

“fine. do what you want, you dummy. you better not leave your phone lying around.” you mutter, heavy eyelids fluttering shut as the wind blows to softly caress your face. “and don’t take more pictures of me sleeping.”

“you’re sleeping? i thought we’re going to the mall.”

“we are. i’m letting you rest before you carry shopping bags.”

“ah- wow. thanks, baby.”

you don’t how much time passes, a minute or ten or more, but falling into a deep sleep proves to be impossible with the cacophony of sounds you’re surrounded with. you’re resting somewhere away from the crowd, but there’s still the hiphop music from a bluetooth speaker, honking of vehicles… and the main culprit, jeon jungkook scrolling through tiktok on your phone and bookmarking videos for you to watch later on. you can hear his giggles louder than his heartbeat, feel them make his body vibrate throughout.

so, you give up. you open your blurry eyes with a tired sigh, blinking to readjust to the brightness. he feels your movements, your nose brushing against his neck, and he squeezes you to his side, dutifully stroking your head to remind you that you’re safe despite being in a public place because you’re with him. you kiss his cheek to show your appreciation.

you end up harmonizing with his giggles when you do decide to join him, nearly tearing up at the sight of a cat riding a motorcycle toy on the screen. a little while later, your fascination is then stolen by fiddling with his tattooed hand — tracing the veins, the lines, the tattoos; pressing the faded heart like it’s a button connected to the beating one in his ribcage; grazing the rough areas of his palm calloused by lifting heavy weights.

and as you do so, you mull over the house by the sea you’re saving up for. how much longer will it take? should you check out more locations? do you tell jungkook? that it’s your back-up plan, a place where no one knows your name, just like how this city once was. it’s where you would run to, where you would build a new life if the time comes that this one falls apart, too. if not, if not, if not, would it be so bad to wake up beside you with an ocean view when he’s sixty?

fuck, you don’t know anymore. it shouldn’t be this hard— not anticipating the worst, but still being prepared for it. you despise being an adult.

you do it absentmindedly, taking off one of your silver rings and slipping it into each of his fingers to see where it would fit best… he knows you’re only entertaining yourself, but feeling it in his ring finger still puts a lump in his throat.

“are you proposing to me?”

“this is your right hand, silly.” you tease your stunned boyfriend, sticking your tongue out. “if you want me, come and get me.”

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rather than be sad about it like i usually am, im going to take this as a sign of hope that i will find love and a partner that gives me the same feeling this yoongi does! thank you for this piece 🩵🩵🩵 will look back on this when i need to remind myself to believe i am capable of being loved 🥰

Had a big flop of a date and I'm sad.

Need a bff Yoongi that listens to your wallowing and tells you you don't need to be getting your feelings hurt by other dumb boys because he's RIGHT HERE and he's ready to give you everything you need )))):

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: You’re tired of the revolving door of boys in your life. Yoongi is tired of watching you nurse feelings in the quiet of your apartment. 

❀ Word Count: 1,406

❀ Genre: Friends to something more, a little angst, fluff

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: A little bit of angst, descriptions of loneliness and frustrations on dating, a little bit of insecurity, Hali’s Obnoxious Takes on Dating in 2023, a cute lil kiss, nothing too crazy

❀ Published: August 18, 2023

❀ A/N: Pardon me while I wax poetic about the current state of dating, especially with all these damn apps in the world. I hope this was able to capture how you felt in a way that feels authentic and then shatter it and make it better by offering a very sweet Yoongi ready to date you. I am so sorry your date was shitty, genuinely this is why I do not go on them!!!! This is currently unedited.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

| Masterlist | Ask | Hali’s Happy Agust |

Outside of your apartment window, the world is washed in gold. As the sun sets, you wish you could appreciate it a little more. The world looks beautiful outside, buildings like hammered bronze in the light, curtains lit up like a flame as they catch the rays of sun.

You look away from it, staring at your TV that is turned off instead. It’s silent in your apartment, the hum of the refrigerator the only noise. With your legs crossed on the couch, you tap your nails against the steaming mug of tea in your hands.

Sitting. Waiting. 

In another life, you’d perhaps be out on a date on account of the nice evening. The cool autumn air drifts through the cracked window, carrying the scent of possibility.

The only dates you’ve been on usually go two ways: they end in blocked numbers after uncomfortable interactions, or hurt feelings after being strung along for a few dates before eventually sending unanswered texts. 

It makes sense that dating is hard, but no one ever told you it would be this hard, trying to swim in a rushing river of dating apps, men who use therapy-speak to excuse their bad behavior, and people who have no accountability for others feelings. 

The sound of the front door opening brings you out of your melancholy daze. Yoongi walks in with a bag of takeout, immediately filling your apartment with the smell of fried wontons and the distinct hint of soy sauce. 

For the first time that day, you grin, unfolding from your spot on the couch and heading to wear Yoongi throws you a nod, already unbagging the food. You move wordlessly in tandem, grabbing drinks from your fridge with extra sauce and napkins. By the time you’ve returned to the counter to sit, Yoongi is already on his self-appointed stool, holding out his hand for chopsticks. 

This is what you need, you think as you pass them over. Someone who can speak to you without words, someone who just knows. Knows that when you sit down next to him, you need him to lean over and press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. It’s affection between friends, but it makes your heart flip. It always does, and you always ignore it.

“Talk to me about it,” Yoongi says, picking up a saucy strip of beef. “I want to hear about it.”

He doesn’t. Yoongi doesn’t say these things for his benefit. He says them because he knows that you’re too afraid of being inconvenient or annoying to speak the thoughts rolling around your head. His instincts are spot on - you do want to let out what’s inside of you, and the gentle encouragement that he wants to hear it does the trick.

“I guess I just don’t know what the point is,” you start, staring at your rice. “I really want a partner and someone that I can do life with or whatever so I’m less lonely, but I’m also so sick of first dates and having to play a game of social chess.”

“Dating in this era is impossible,” Yoongi agrees. “There’s a lot of very unempathetic and unaware individuals.”

“Exactly. Or people think they have endless options and it’s like, just because someone is in your DMs telling you that you look nice doesn’t mean that’s a potential suitor. It just means someone thinks you’re hot.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Okay, so the last guy basically told me that he wanted to keep his options open because he has options. And it got me thinking: do people actually have all these options for life partners, or is it just people who are giving them attention online?”

“I see.”

“Online clout is not the same as a relationship option,” you conclude. “And I’m tired of people confusing the two. Or getting people who think it’s cool not to care about their partner or who use weaponized therapy words at me to avoid accountability. I had some guy tell me he was setting a boundary for me on monogamy and that me being interested in a one-on-one relationship was a violation of his feelings and that I need to be open.”

Yoongi stops eating and looks at  you. His mouth presses in a firm line, the only sign that he’s truly irritated. “Did he say that before you started to go on dates?”

“Nope. Only later when I became invested.”

“Then it’s bullshit,” Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re interested in different things, not violating a boundary. What an asshole.”

“They all are.”

Groaning, you press your forehead to your palm, supporting the weight of your head with your elbow on the counter. You hate this. Hate the way it all makes you feel, hate that you want something so bad but it seems just out of your reach, hate that you’d love to find someone like Yoongi.

Once, you’d thought about asking him. You’d decided that your friendship was more important, because without him, who is there? 

Now you look for someone - anyone - to do the bare minimum. To not make it feel like you’re searching for a needle in a haystack the size of Olympus, or like you’re being irrational for wanting human decency. 

“I’m not,” Yoongi says softly. You hum a question, confused as to what he’s talking about. “An asshole,” he clarifies. “I’m not an asshole.” 

“Well I know that. But I’m not dating you.”

“So try it, then.”

You lift your head from your palm, looking at him sharply. Yoongi isn’t much in the way of poking fun at you - not in a way that is really at your expense. He doesn’t seem to be joking now, staring at you with honest, brown eyes, chewing his lip. 

“What?” 

“I said what I said.” He drops his gaze for a second - perhaps towards your lips - and meets your eyes again. Your heart speeds up, thudding against your ribcage. “So try dating me.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

He scowls. “Of course I’m not. I’m being serious.”

“You want to go on a date with me?” He nods. “Why?”

Blowing out a long exhale of air, Yoongi shrugs. The golden light from the sunset hits him at just the right moment, then. He’s wreathed in gold, a shining beacon of hope. Of an answer. Of something more. You lick your lips as Yoongi considers his answer. 

“Because I like you, for starters,” he says, giving you a look. A look that means he thinks you’ve asked a silly question. “Because I think that you are wonderful and creative, and a gentle soul. Because I think you deserve someone who is interested in working on something with you, and who won’t flee at the first sign of conflict. Because I empathize with you, I enjoy doing life with you, and because you’re beautiful.”

Any worry you’ve had about your feelings for Yoongi comes to a standstill. There, in your apartment, in the honey-haze of evening, you drop your chopsticks and press forward. Curious, a little bold, a little terrified. Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath of air when he realizes what you’re doing, but he lets you anyway. 

Yoongi’s lips are soft. He tastes a little like soy sauce and sweet and sour, but you don’t care. Your heart thrums in your chest and your hands shake when you lift them to cradle his face. His hands go to your waist, holding you confidently, like they were made to fit there. 

Warmth blooms inside of your chest, unfurling dizzy petals as you pull your lips away from his. You don’t know where you got the bravery, but as your eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, deep and unwavering, you realize you don’t know why you were ever scared to consider him. 

Yoongi has always been right there. Holding your hand when you were lonely, offering a joke when you were sad. There have been countless times you could have had this, you realize. Little moments where the tension grew too thick or your gazes lingered too long. 

It’s only until now that someone was brave enough to say something. 

“Okay,” you breathe, fingers gentle against his warm face. He smiles, eyes crinkling. “It’s really that easy, huh?”

“It always was. I was always right here.”

You press your lips against his again, chaste and sweet. 

“You’re right. You were always right here.”