Primadonnasdream - Primadonna

𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

SUMMARY: It’s (Y/N)’s birthday! And Tom’s gonna make sure his best friend gets the best birthday of her life - that if no one else disturbs their peace.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS:  7.6K

WARNINGS: (+18) Anxiety attacks (TRIGGER), mentions of sex, swearing.

A/N: The anxiety part can trigger those who have a strong history with anxiety. You can skip it if you want it!

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That (Y/N) and Tom quickly became best friends was obvious. How they became attached to the hip in two simple months was still an enigma to everyone around them. When Tom invited her over for dinner to meet his whole family, they were still trying to process the fact that he - for the very first time in his life - brought a girl over so they could meet her. It didn’t matter if they were dating or not, it was only intriguing because he never showed any affection to a girl, and suddenly he had one to introduce to them.

They didn’t know what it was, but they noticed the biggest smile on his face and his glossy eyes, shinning as he looked down to her. That was the moment they all knew it was something special for him. And they all noticed why he liked her that much; she was one of the nicest people they have ever met. Very polite, very charming and very funny. But again, she only behaved that way because she felt as if it was a safe environment to be herself.

And well, when it came to her family meeting Tom, it was complicated. Vicent loved him ever since they first met, on the day (Y/N) invited Tom to a chill country club day to play golf and just meet her father. They engaged a pretty decent conversation where Vicent was convinced that Tom was a good guy, and he helped (Y/N) play better, earning some tennis lessons later as well. Her father was very happy that his daughter had someone to talk care of her when he wasn’t around.

But for Josephine, things were pretty different. The dinner at their apartment was a disaster since Josie wasn’t even trying to get to know Tom because her mind was made and there was no coming back. For her, he wasn’t good enough for her daughter and should definitely stay away from her. She didn’t even try to hide the fact that she wasn’t interested in getting to know him and even cut short some of his sentences, which resulted in a very angry (Y/N) locked on her room for the rest of the weekend.

That didn’t affect their relationship though. They were closer than ever, going to every party, being each other’s wingman, having brunch together every Saturday morning and a lazy movie afternoon on Sundays. They supported each other when things were tough, and laughed with them when everything was fine. Typical BFF relationship, that now everyone knew about, making them the rumoured secret couple from school, which was obviously not true.

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just say goodnight n go | chapter 03.

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 8.9k

18+ | warnings ↠ grivieng character, a little bit of jealousy, swearing.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ so I’m back with another one andtoday I offer a lil bit of fluff with kim seokjin! YES!! on this one I decided to insert some poorly edited social media au (?). is it cringy? also this one is longer than the previous chaps, is it too long? please lemme know. anyway, I hope you enjoy this story and feel free to give me your honest feedback.

and also here’s a playlist for you to listen while you read :)

INDEX ↠ prologue | 01 | 02 | 03

“Of course you can say whatever you want, if you find the elements to support your arguments, but I can always disagree if I find elements to support my own counterarguments’’, Han gyosunim states running her eyes through the classroom, so she could make brief eye contact with all of your classmates. “So, yes, Cha Songwook-ssi, you can write in your paper that you believe the gothic movement bases its aesthetics on German Expressionism, you only need to convince me”.

It was always him. Always Cha Songwook with his never ending questions (most of them stupid) hampering the professors from dismissing their classes. Seriously, this guy… Can’t he just write whatever the fuck he wants and wait for the goddamn evaluation?

Han gyosunim looks at her watch and, then, starts again.

“Well, our time today is up… If you have any more questions you can email me anytime, ok? Wish you all a pleasant day!”

You gather your stuff calmly, stuffing them into your backpack. You greet your professor on your way out as you head towards the door.

In the corridor, you run into two girls who are attending the same classes as you this term. As you took a leave of absence, your actual classmates were one semester ahead of you, Jungkook for example, was one of them. So you had to mingle again, in case you skipped any classes, you’d have someone to lend you their notes. They recognize you and flash you warm smiles.

“Y/n! We didn’t have any chance to catch up… I’m happy to see you’re back”, Hyori, the redheaded one, says, looking at you with kind eyes. “How are you? We are very sorry for your loss”.

The dreaded question pops up again. Poor thing, she’s just trying to be nice, but you really did not feel like explaining anything, especially to someone who wasn’t exactly close to you. Of course you weren’t fine… Why do people insist on asking?

“Thank you, Hyori. I think I can say I’m getting by”, you laugh awkwardly. “What about you, girls? How are things?”

“We’re ok”, the other one, Jinshil, replies. “Definitely did not miss college, but ok”.

You join her and laugh a very plastic laugh, trying to be as nice as you can. You hate small talk with every fiber of your being.

“I kind of did, surprisingly. I’ve postponed taking Photography as much as I could, though, but here I am now. Not as bad as I thought, but it’s still bad”.

“Yeah, I didn’t know you hadn’t taken Photography yet, so I was surprised to see you there”, Hyori points out. “I also thought I’d hate it, but it turns out I love Han gyosunim’s classes”.

“Yeah, she’s… great. An inspiring woman, right?”, you try.

You see the girls eyes fixating on something behind you, appalled. Jinshil’s jaw drops and you can’t help but to follow their gaze, only to find Jungkook walking towards you. A warm smile hangs on his lips when you turn to look at him. He is dressed in a light blue sweatshirt that made him look amazing, as always.

“Hello, ladies”, he smiles at the girls and turns to you, bumping his shoulder playfully into yours. “Hey, what are you up to?”

“This was my last class today”, you state pointing to Han gyosunim’s classroom with your thumb. “So, I’ll be heading home to take a well deserved nap”.

He laughs and it feels like music to your ears.

“Why did I even ask?”, he shakes his head at you. “Anyway… If you girls need any help with this class, don’t hesitate to ask, ok? Photography isn’t exactly an easy one”.

“Aww, thanks, oppa!” Jinshil says a little too excited for your taste.

But then again, you had no right to feel any type of way.

“No need to call me oppa, Jinshil, I’ve already told you that”, he states it with a grin, his eyes looking like small crescent moons. He was passive aggressively trying to be nice. “Anyway, I’ll get going, just wanted to say hi”.

Both Jinshil and Hyori say their faintly sly “goodbyes” to Jungkook at the same time, which makes him laugh a bit.

“Bye, Kook”, you wave your hand at him.

“I’ll see you later today, right? At the house? Namjoon hyung will be there too”, he says, already walking away backwards, so he could still look at you as he spoke.

“Hmm, no promises, I need to start studying for Photography, but maybe I’ll swing by”.

“Oh, come on, Y/n!” He furrows his brows. “You know what? I’ll ask Jimin to convince you”.

“I do need to study, Kook”, you dismiss him with your hands.

“We’ll see”.

Scrunching his little nose as he smiled at you, looking like a cute little bunny, he waves goodbye and turns around, walking away. You can’t take your eyes off him until he’s disappeared from your sight. Well, that’s your cue, enough small talk for today. As you turn to face the girls again, you notice they are looking at you with curious expressions. Weird.

“Y/n… Can I ask you something?” Jinshil starts.

“Yeah, sure”, you reply curiously.

“Was the break-up peaceful?”

“Whose break-up?!” you ask, cocking one of your eyebrows, with a dumbfounded expression.

What the fuck?

“Well, you and Jungkook… you broke up, right? He’s dating someone else now, isn’t he?” She asks again, speaking in a lower tone. “I thought you wouldn’t be speaking to each other after… You know?”

Again: what the fuck? What was she talking about? Did people know anything about you? And if they did, what the fuck does she have to do with it? “I’ll ask again, Jinshil, what break-up? Jungkook and I are friends! Where did that come from?” you try to soften your tone as much as possible, in an attempt to sound baffled by her assumptions.

Truthfully, you just wanted to say “mind your own fucking business”, but then again, you couldn’t even be rude, they were nerds, you’d need their help at some point, you knew it!

“Well… We all thought-”

“Sorry, you’re mistaken, sweetie. We are just friends”.

“Oh… ok”.

Hyori, who was, until this point, a silent listener decides to participate too.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, . Not sound like a gossip, but… Er… But, last year Park Woosung kinda saw you two, like, making out at one of his frat parties and… He kinda told some people, like, from our department. We all kinda knew you two dated since then. You two are always together, you treat each other like boyfriend and girlfriend. I mean, it was none of anyone’s business, but…”

Your own jaw drops by now.

“That’s why I asked… You two were pretty much a couple in everyone’s eyes”, Jinshil stated with an apologetic tone, looking you in the eyes. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything”.

You were still processing the new piece of information you have just received. Ok, so, pretty much all of your classmates and some other students from your department knew about you and Jungkook. Who else knows? That’s the question. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If Namjoon ever finds out about it he’d be fucking pissed.

And now everyone probably pities you, since they all know you two were a thing. You still kinda are. You didn’t even know for, it was too fucking complicated already and people sticking their noses into it made it all worse. Fuck.

You laugh, that’s what you do. You try to sound convincing, you can say that. They look at you curiously, knowing you were about to spill some more gossip.

“Nah, it’s ok, sweetie”, you declare nonchalantly. You try, at least. “We are really just friends…It was a one time thing- The… What Park Woosung saw. We were drunk and you know? It happens, am I right? Anyway, I can hear my bed calling for me. Gotta go. See you later, ok?”

“Oh, ok. Sure. See you later”, Hyori waves her hand at you, looking a little awkward now.

“Bye, Y/n”, Jinshil follows, looking as awkward as her friend.

You turn around feeling disoriented, you just need to get as distant as you can from these girls. You definitely did not see it coming.

Fuuuuuuck.

To make matters worse, your situation with Jungkook was exactly the same, you two were still seeing each other in secret, only this time, it was behind his girlfriend’s back. And well, it’s not so much of a secret anymore, people were starting to notice there was something going on between you two, it was only a matter of time until someone else found out you were back “together”. You can already predict everything Eunjoo is going to say about this, if you decide to tell her.

You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket and you see a text from Seokjin.

jin [3:37 pm]: coffee? 🧐

You [3:37 pm]: yea, meet u there :)

“How can someone who studies filmmaking hate photography? That’s absurd”, Jin asks you dumbfounded.

You’re sitting next to him on a bench near his favorite coffee shop. You two were making a habit out of coming here for some much needed dose of coffee in the afternoon.

“Well, there are three hundred other things I can do in a movie set, you know?”, you ask, sitting beside him on the bench. “And I’m only complaining about the goddamn assignment, it’s only week 3! And also, don’t argue with the expert, ok?”

“You’re the one who started complaining about your gyosunim, you know? I just invited you for a coffee, you could’ve talked about the weather or I don’t know…” he takes a sip of his iced latte. “Now you’re gonna have to listen to my remarks”.

You roll your eyes at him and he laughs. Honestly, the thing Jin does the most in his existence is laughing. And he laughs like means it, like he’s actually enjoying the little things that happen every day. And, well, now you know him enough to know that he really is.

Your favorite thing about him is he’s not embarrassed of it. He feels genuinely comfortable in his own skin and that’s something you actually admire. Most of the time you spend together, you laugh at his gaudy laugh.

Being around him was, actually, a breath of fresh air. And you needed it desperately. You needed to feel like you were able to breathe again, without feeling the lingering sense of heaviness in your chest. And you are able to do that when he’s around. Your friendship is, in one word, refreshing.

“Do you mind?” You ask him, showing your pack of cigarettes.

“You know I don’t”, he answers with a soft tone, with the corner of his lips turned upwards.

You light up your cigarette, taking a long pull on it. You close your eyes for a second, feeling the instant relaxation the nicotine provides.

“As you told me to talk about the weather, here I go. It’s kinda hot today, isn’t it? Hate it”, you state it as you squint your eyes, looking at the clear blue skies. Today reminds you of a song Namjoon likes I wish I had a bullet big enough to fucking kill the Sun, I’m sick of songs about the summer and I hate everyone. Yeah, it was a good song. Also, your current mood.

“I mean, I hate it when I’m trapped between college and that stupid law firm”, he runs his hands through his hair, taking his fringe away from his eyes. He looks divine with his forehead exposed, his bleached locks messily parted to the sides highlighting how gorgeous his face looks.

Actually, Seokjin is bewitching. He didn’t only have a pretty face, he also had a very nice body combined with an amazing personality. He is a real knockout and especially right now, inside of a fucking tuxedo, it was unfair.

“But if the sun is still out on the weekend, we could go to the beach or something, what do you think? My family owns a house in Jeju, we could drive there on Friday night and come back on Sunday”, he continues.

“Yeah, I’d love to! Namjoon will be a hundred percent down too, he’s been talking about going to the beach nonstop”.

He bites his plump pink lips.

”Yeah… I was thinking more like, only the two of us… If you want to, of course”, he says it in a faint tone.

The invitation catches you off guard… Was he asking you on a date or something? A weekend in his family house? When did you two get to this level? Your brain was in full code red mode! You don’t want to say “no”, though.

But that’s the worst part, you didn’t feel like declining this invitation. Things between you and Jungkook were fine, weren’t they? Why did you feel like accepting an invitation to spend the weekend in Jeju island with another guy?

And why the fuck did Seokjin have to do that in person??? Doesn’t he know this kind of thing needs to be discussed with your friends first? The right thing to do was ask you via text message, so you could talk to Eunjoo before giving your final answer!! It’s the 21st century, doesn’t he know the rules? My God!

He cocks his head, never breaking eye contact. As much as his face remained stoic, you could see the anticipation in his eyes, they had a different blaze in them.

“It doesn’t have to be a date”, he tries again.

“Ok”, you just say it, flashing him a nice smile. “It’s nice of you, Jin”.

Well, fuck it. How could you say “no”? You definitely couldn’t. Not when he looked at you like that. So far, the only thing he wanted was to spend time with you, he never asked for anything in return. What’s the problem of spending a weekend with your friend? It’s a normal thing to do. It makes you soft… He makes you soft.

Fuck, why are you thinking those things about him? He’s just a friend.

“‘Ok’? Really? I thought you were about to say no”, he says, placing one of his hands on his chest dramatically. “It would be awful, I’d have to ignore you for the rest of my life”.

You laugh.

“Why?”

“Well, you’d hurt my ego, y’know? I’m not used to hearing ‘no’ when I ask someone out”, he replies with a smirk.

“You’ve just told me it doesn’t have to be a date, Kim Seokjin-ssi”, you squint, poking him on the chest with your free hand.

You take another pull at your cigarette, already feeling your head a little less heavy on your shoulders. Jin’s smirk still lingering on his lips. You could feel your cheeks burn as you blushed.

“Why are you smiling?”, you ask him, also smirking.

He doesn’t say anything and his eyes never leave you. Smirk untouched on his plump lips.

“Answer me!” You whine.

He parts his lips, but before any sound could leave his mouth, out the fucking blue, something hits your hand and your cigarette falls instantly to the floor. Dumbfounded, you look in the direction this sudden stroke came and you find a grumpy Namjoon, with his arms crossed, alongside a smiling Hobi.

The contrast, my friends…

“Really, Kim Namjoon-ssi?”

“You promised me you’d quit smoking, Y/n”, your brother states with an accusing tone.

“I will, but it’s a fucking process, you understand how the human brain works, don’t you, mister biologist? Give me time!” You point to the cigarette on the floor. “Also, this is pollution, you should know better”.

He huffs, but picks it up, putting it out on the metallic surface of the trash can and throws it away properly. Hobi and Jin just patiently watch the interaction between you and your brother, probably none of them feel like getting between family.

He, then, acts like nothing had happened, flashing a friendly smile in your direction, proudly showing his dimple to you.

“Hey, Jin, did Y/n invite you to come to the frat house tonight? There’ll be lots of tequila”, your brother asks, trying to sound as inviting as he could.

In the past few weeks, Eunjoo managed to persuade Namjoon into thinking it was a good idea to play matchmaking with you and Seokjin. So now he has joined her in the never ending quest to make the two of you fall in love. This was probably something he’d tell her later on today, how he “invited Seokjin over to the frat house so you two could spend more time together”. Both of them were positive you wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.

We’ll see. Only one of them knows about you and Jungkook and Eunjoo had a personal agenda against your relationship, so her opinion doesn’t count.

Jin cocks his brows and looks at you. You shake your head to him, furrowing your own brows.

“No, because my plans today involve studying fucking photography. I don’t know about you guys’ majors, but mine involves a hell lot of studying”, you turn to your brother as you answer him.

“Come on, Y/n! It’s gonna be just us”, Hobi gets closer to you, all excited. You notice he smells extra nice today.

“Is this a new perfume, Hobi?”, you sniff the air close to him.

“Yes! Why? Don’t you like it?” he asks hesitantly.

Weird, he’s always so confident. Luckily, Hobi’s mind works similarly to the mind of a toddler, you just need to keep on talking about his perfume and everyone else would have to stop talking about tonight’s gathering.

“I hope you do, cause it was fucking expensive!” He continues.

“He’s trying to smell nice for someone, don’t bother asking me who, because he refuses to tell us who it is. And since we’re here, Y/n, give him your female input, please”, Namjoon points to Hobi’s neck. “I can’t stand it anymore, he doesn’t stop talking about fucking perfumes… Maybe your opinion will make him drop the subject”.

“Woah, man, I have feelings, you know? Am I annoying you that much?”, he pouts.

“Nevermind my grumpy brother… Come here, Hobi”, you say, placing your hand on the side of his neck.

Hobi gets closer to you, tilting his head to the side so you could get as close as possible to his neck. You lean over to him, placing your nose on his warm skin, sniffing faintly and feeling the soft citrus scent emanating from him. It was really pleasant and if it was someone else’s neck, you’d be super turned one right now. Ok, maybe not in front of your brother, but you’d be dreaming about this neck for weeks.

Not that he was unattractive or anything, it’s just that Hobi wasn’t really your type, but you understand the appeal he had to the girls on campus. He is super cute, he has a heart of gold, a great sense of humour and he dances like a pro, his hips have a life of their own.

“So, what do you think?” he asks with doe-eyes, when he turns to face you again.

You hear Jin clearing his throat at your side.

“This might be the best scent I’ve smelled in my life, it’s amazing, Hobi, she’ll love it! Come back here…” you say as you place your hand back on Hobi’s neck, leaning over in his direction again.

“YAAA, Y/N! That’s enought” you feel Jin’s hands pulling you back by the hips, his big warm hands on your slim figure, as you let go of Hobi’s neck falling on your butt back on the bench you were sitting minutes ago. “Your coffee is getting cold, here”.

He states it, placing the plastic cup in your hands. You look at him dumbfounded. What is men’s problem? First of all, Hobi is your friend. Second of all, Jin is also just your friend.

Namjoon flashes you a grin, like he’s saying “see? Eunjoo and I are right about you two” with his fucking dragon eyes and throws an arm around Hobi’s shoulders.

“See? She will love it, now let’s get going…”, he kisses your forehead and waves Seokjin goodbye. “Text me when you get home, ok? Maybe I’ll spend the night at the frat house, not sure”.

“Ok, Joonie. Have fun”, you flash both of them a faint smile. “Bye, Hobi, good luck with your new girl”.

He mouths you a “thank you” and turns around, sprinting to join Namjoon, who was way ahead already, since he’s a fast walker due to his long legs. When you can no longer see Hobi and Joon, you look at Jin, who seemed to be way too busy with the lid of his cup to give you his attention right now.

“What was that about?”, the sound of your voice makes him look at you and you cock one of your eyebrows.

“What was what?”

“With Hobi… He’s my friend, you know?”

He smirks. He fucking decides to smirk right now. His fucking perfect smirk. Those white aligned teeth contrasting against his plump pinkish lips of his. He’s so goddamn handsome…

“Well, your coffee was getting cold… And I paid for it, you know? Didn’t want to hear you complaining it was spoiled and then throwing it away”, he states nonchalantly.

Of course, he always has a comeback.

“I see… Do you want your money back, then?”

“Of course not, in the future, I don’t want to hear you telling people that I made you pay for things on our dates”.

“Is this a date? I wasn’t aware”, you challenge.

“I didn’t tell you, because I was afraid you’d say no, but all of our coffees dates are actual dates in my mind”, he declares playfully as he checks his watch. “Hey, babygirl, I gotta get going, ok? Have to be in the office in 20”.

And yes, he had started calling you his babygirl.

Like, it wasn’t only that one time at the boys’ house, the pet name occasionally rolled off his tongue, like it was nothing and it always caught you off guard. You were fucking weak, you knew. You should definitely warn him you were already in a very complicated situation with Jungkook, you did not need to complicate things even further by stalling the guy.

But it was hard, ok? You are a human being, therefore, flawed. As you stated before, you are weak and your main weakness is: good-looking men. This is probably what got you into your “Jungkook situation” and that’s probably gonna lead you into a “Jin situation” in the near future. If only he was a little less… Well, a little less attentive, caring and a lot less handsome, you’d easily push him away. But yeah, you’re fucking weak.

And he’s a big boy, he should know better. He knows about you and Jungkook.

“Sure, Jinie”, you flash him a faint smile, as you get to your feet. “I’m trying to decide wether I should go home for a nap or be responsible and stay on campus so I can start working on that stupid fucking paper”.

“You know I’m older than you, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You should be calling me oppa instead of ‘Jinie’”.

“Oh, fuck you!” Despite your harsh words, your tone was light and playful.

“I mean it!” he gestures dramatically, again.

“No! I’m not calling you oppa, Seokjin!” You cut him off, while you suppress a laugh.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that… Anyway, you just told them how bad you need to study… I think you already have your answer”, he pats your head.

“Ugh! I know”, you confess as you roll your eyes.

“Then, let’s get going, I’ll walk you to the library”.

He says it as he grabs your hand, not entwining your fingers, just holding it like mothers do to their kids when crossing a street. It, again, catches you off guard. You don’t really know how to react, you just allow him to hold it, looking at his long fingers wrapped around your much smaller hand, guiding you through the gigantic campus.

You and Jungkook never held hands like this, in front of people, there was always a reason to hide. Holding hands in public made something in your chest feel warm. It felt nice.

You’ve been sitting on your ass for the last three and a half hours, reading a copy of “Cinematography: Theory and Practice”. If anyone asks, you’d never admit it, but it’s been a pleasant read (as pleasant as studying goes, of course). Photography isn’t that bad, actually.

Jungkook would laugh at you hard if you ever admit that. But, of course, you wouldn’t. You were a proudful human being.

Even though you didn’t come to the library as much as you should, whenever you do, you end up not really wanting to leave. Maybe it was the relaxing atmosphere or the smell of books, but there is something that makes you want to spend your whole day studying. Well, maybe that’s why libraries exist in the first place. And as much as you’d like to stay, you notice the sun is already set. It’s time to go.

While you gather your stuff, you check your phone and you notice that you hadn’t touched it this whole time. Both Jimin and Jungkook had texted you.

chim chim 🐥 [5:49 pm]: are u home?

chim chim 🐥 [5:49 pm]: if u are, can i come over after practice? real quick

You [7:11 pm]: sorry, i was studying. not home now, but i’ll be soon

You [7:11 pm]: and of course you can come over

You [7:11 pm]: see ya soon 💛

Now, thinking about it, you hadn’t had the opportunity to catch up with Jimin after that night at the frat house, it’d be nice to see him. He probably was going to try to convince you to leave your cave tonight, but he would never do it openly, so it would be easy to be evasive.

kookie [4:28 pm]: what the fuck have i just seen?

You [7:11 pm]: what?? now i’m curious

You [7:11 pm]: sorry i didnt see your text, kookie

You [7:11 pm]: i was studying

After that, you put your phone in your pocket and head home. All you could think of now was taking a hot relaxing shower.

“I know the situation is absolutely shitty, but don’t isolate yourself… Please”, Jimin asks you as he squeezes your cheeks. “Ok, cutie pie?”

“I’m not!” you jerk your head away from his grasp. “But some days are worse than others… I wanna stay in today, plus I really need to study, there’s an assignment that I need to start working on already. I also wanna spend some time with myself. I’m gonna play some relaxing piano tracks and get some work done, since I’ll have the house for myself. I’ll be ok, Chim, really”.

He raises his small pinky to you. Jimin’s hands are chubby and you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve bitten his fingers when you couldn’t resist its cuteness. He hates it.

“I pinky promise I’ll be ok”, you say as you hook your pinkies together.

“Ok, then, I’ll leave you to your paper”, he starts to walk towards the door, his gym bag hanging over his right shoulder.

He really came right after his dance practice, he looked a bit tired, you notice his black hair looked slightly messy under his white cap. It warms your heart seeing he cares enough to come over on a Thursday night just to check up on your dispirited ass, even though he probably had a long day too.

When he reaches the front door, he turns around with open arms, inviting you into a hug. You mimic his body posture and hook your body with his, as he wraps his arms tightly around you. Jimin’s hugs were always comforting and warm, it was just like hugging Namjoon, those kinds of hugs that make you feel like things are gonna be alright again. You’re gonna be happy again.

“If you need me, just text me, alright?” he whispers to you and you can feel the warmth in his voice. “It takes me less than ten minutes to get here”.

“Ok, Chim”.

“I love you”.

“I love you”.

Then, he turns around and leaves.

You’re finally alone. Closing the door after Jimin, you allow yourself to take a deep breath. You’ve been holding back tears pretty much the entire day, but now that you are alone it feels like you can’t cry. You are mostly tired.

Tired of yourself, of this situation. Of this big obscure hole in your chest that never seems to disappear. You are also very tired of this lingering numbness this hole seems to be holding inside of you. You could use one of Jimin’s hugs again.

You think of Jungkook and how much you miss him. When he was here, the other night, you felt your chest least heavy with this sense of numbness inside. Would it be wrong to want to feel that again? Is it wrong chasing after him?

Maybe, but who cares? You decided to text him.

Not Eunjoo. Not Namjoon. Not Jimin. You wanted to talk and to be with him. And none of the aforementioned people had the effect he had on you, you loved all of them to death, but they couldn’t be compared to Jungkook. The last text sent to him, still unread, left you still wondering what had happened in today’s afternoon.

You [8:33 pm]: heyyy, having fun?

As much as he hadn’t replied to the last couple of texts, you don’t think it will take him long to reply. He usually texts back quickly, since he’s always with his phone. Actually, he usually texts you back quickly. You hear the boys complaining all the time that Jungkook doesn’t even have the decency to leave them on read, he just doesn’t even bother. He’s just distracted, poor boy.

A minute passes, while you’re staring at your phone’s screen as you anticipate the three dots to appear on your screen when he starts typing his response. But they don’t.

Yeah, he’s at a pseudo party, it was naive of you to think he’d be with his phone. He’s with the boys, you bet they’re getting shitfaced with tequila right now. As much as you’d like to talk to him, it’s fine. You’d be fine. You had to learn how to deal with your shit by yourself, you didn’t have to drag Jungkook along.

You decide to check your Instagram feed, it’s always been the social network you had the most fun while using. You see Jungkook’s profile picture on the top of your screen, which indicates he’s posted a story recently and you decide to check it.

A picture of him and Tae 2 minutes ago. You check the time on the top of your screen. 8:36 pm. Ok, he was kinda busy and he probably had something to drink. Maybe sending him another text would work, since he has his phone with him now for sure.

You [8:37 pm]: kookie, can you call me? i don’t feel so good

You [8:37 pm]: really wanna talk to you

You [8:37 pm]: actually, i’d love to talk to you, don’t need to

Ok, sent. You wait for a few seconds, expecting to see the three dots, but they don’t appear. Back to Instagram, you see Jungkook’s profile picture again, he’s posted another story. You check it again, you see that he and the guys were playing beer pong, you know they love to play it. Taehyung was especially good at it, he was probably winning, as always.

It was posted less than a minute ago.

Less than a fucking minute ago. It means he was deliberately ignoring your texts, he had his phone in his fucking hands while you were trying to reach out to him. The only thing you wanted was to be able to listen to his voice. You are so fucking dumb.

Then it hits you. At the end of the day, that’s how you were always going to be: alone. And it hurts. You’ve always respected the fact that he didn’t want to be in a relationship. That only to find out that he didn’t want to be in a relationship with you. You waited around and you never complained, you allowed him his liberty and you were there, when he needed you. And he’s needed you very often in these past few years. You were always there for him when he looked for you.

Now you need him. Did he even care? Could he at least pretend he does?

He doesn’t even have the decency to text you back. He knows what you’re going through right now and as much as he says he’s here for you, now, when you really need him, he’s not. You feel stupid and ashamed of yourself for trusting him.

It hurts. You feel the tears finally rolling down your cheeks as you feel your heart sinking into your chest. Everything hurts. The tsunami of emotions that hits you brings every single and each feeling you had hidden inside of yourself in these past months.

You think of your mom, of this sense of rejection, of the feeling of never being enough, of Jungkook, of loneliness, of this big hole in your chest that only seems to get bigger and bigger. All at the same time, all of these feelings, almost choking you. The tears never ceasing to stream down your face.

Your phone dings. In a haist, you unlock its screen, not to find the text message you were waiting for.

jin [8:44 pm]: hey, bbygirl

jin [8:44 pm]: what u doin?

And even though this wasn’t the text message you were waiting for, seeing Jin’s name on your phone’s screen did not make you feel disappointed at all. On the contrary, it automatically brought a smile to your face.

You [8:44 pm]: looking for something to watch

You [8:44 pm]: and you?

Yes, you lie. He didn’t need to know about your meltdown.

jin [8:44 pm]: to what do i owe the honor of such a fast reply?

You [8:44 pm]: when i take long to reply, you complain

You [8:44 pm]: when i don’t, you also complain

You [8:44 pm]: can i ever win, seokjin?

jin [8:45 pm]: hey, watch your language

jin [8:45 pm]: to you i’m baby, not seokjin

You [8:45 pm]: 🙄

jin [8:45 pm]: who’s complaining? i’m just surprised

jin [8:45 pm]: anyway

jin [8:45 pm]: came to see yoongi and eunjoo, thought about u

jin [8:45 pm]: just wanted to check up on u

jin [8:45 pm]: i know u r alone today

You [8:46 pm]: honestly?

jin [8:46 pm]: of course

You [8:46 pm]: not great, but i’ll be alright

jin [8:46 pm]: want me to come over?

You [8:46 pm]: don’t worry about me, i’ll be ok

You [8:47 pm]: also dont tell joo

jin [8:47 pm]: ok, wont tell eunjoo

jin [8:47 pm]: but let me rephrase that. do u want company? i wanna see you

You [8:47 pm]: i do

jin [8:47 pm]: ok, luvs

jin [8:47 pm]: i’ll be there in 20

The doorbell rings and you rush to the door. You are nervous. Why are you nervous? It’s Jin! He’s your friend, you are used to being around him. You shake your head, trying to focus on your breathing. Fucking anxiety!

You swing the door open only to find a smiling Seokjin. You can’t help but to smile back. He is wearing a light pink hoodie, a pair of jeans and a black cap. He looks cute, as always, and you notice he’s wearing a different perfume, maybe it was a new one, yes. It was out of this world, wow. He had his hands raised and from them hanged two white plastic bags.

“Heey! What’s this?”, you ask with your brows furrowed, as you step aside, inviting him in.

“I figured you could use a burger”, he says as he walks in your home. “But if you don’t feel like it-”

“No, I do feel like it!”, he smiles, after your excited interruption. “Thanks, oppa!” You finish with an affected tone, batting your eyelashes at him.

He studies your face for a second, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips. His gaze glistens with mischief, then, a second later they soften.

“Keep calling me oppa and you’ll see what’s gonna happen”.

“What?” You deadpan.

“I better not say it, Y/n…”

You roll your eyes; and he laughs. You mouth him a “go ahead” as you turn to close the front door.

“So, I kinda of don’t have a living room, sorry”, you point to Namjoon’s bedroom door. “Namjoon’s room leads to our small and humble balcony, do you want to sit over there?”

“I helped your move, remember? I know your place already”.

“Oh”, you didn’t remember, but it’s true, he helped Namjoon and the boys. You continue. “Yeah. So… We don’t have much to do here, sorry. We can either watch something on my computer or sit on the balcony and eat our hamburgers while stargazing”.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m here to spend time with you, I’m down to whatever it is you’d like to do”, he shifts. “Even if you want to vent out or if you just need a shoulder to cry on. I’m here”.

And there he is, doing it again. Making you feel funny inside.

“I-Well…”, you’re pathetic. It feels like you suddenly forgot how to speak. “I mean, I don’t want to bore you… Wh-what do you prefer?”

“Why don’t we eat outside? I know you’re fond of looking at the night sky”, he suggests with a gentle smile.

“I think this is the first time you agree with anything I’ve said tonight!” You state excitedly.

“Of course! The Last Airbender is for a fact, the best thing that happened… And please, understand I’m not saying it’s the best thing that happened on TV in this century, I’m saying it’s the best thing that happened in this century, period”.

“I agree wholeheartedly, Seokjin! Seriously” you tighten your hold around his hand as you say the last word.

Yes, you are holding hands with Jin. Again. This time, you weren’t worried about prying eyes or anything like that. Not that you were worried earlier today while he walked you to the library, but you felt different. You couldn’t explain precisely, but you felt more at ease with it now.

You had finished eating the burgers he brought, they really tasted wonderful. He bragged about knowing the best places to eat in town, due to his profound expertise in cooking when you pointed out how good they tasted. He was insufferable, sometimes.

Luckily, tonight there were no clouds in the sky, as far as your eyes could see, so you could actually stargaze as you ate your burger. There was also an occasional night breeze that blew softly through your hair whenever you felt the night was getting sultry. It was quite an agreeable night and Seokjin’s company was much appreciated.

You two had spent hours just talking. He started telling you all he knew about the proper way to clean lettuce and then, at some point, you lost track of time and space. You originally wanted to show him how Venus was close to the moon tonight, leaning over the balcony grid, as you always do at night and he followed you. That’s how you ended up where you are now.

Of course you weren’t romantically holding his hand, you were just overly excited with the fact that he was also a huge fan of your favorite TV show. You couldn’t really explain how your hand ended up wrapped around his, but there you were, excitedly talking about Prince Zuko’s impeccable redemption arc.

“I think my favorite episode is that one where we find out that Avatar Roku is also Prince Zuko’s great grandfather, you know? On book three”.

“Oh my God, Seokjin! Mine too!” You answer him excitedly, with an annoyingly high pitched voice. “‘The Avatar and the Firelord’… When we start to realize Aang and Zuko’s destinies are tied with deeper bonds than they think, I love it so much!”

“Fuck, Y/n! The more I get to know you, the harder it gets…”, he states with his lips curling in a sort of smirk, his gaze kinda distant, but never leaving your eyes.

“What’s harder?”, you ask him, quirking one of your brows.

“Nah, nevermind”.

“Seokjin!”

“Forget it…”

“That’s unfair! You know I’m curious”, you whine, the affected tone almost back in your voice.

“You really wanna know?”

“Yeah!”

“Promise you won’t get mad at me for saying it?”

“I won’t”, you state, raising one of your hands dramatically.

“Really?”

“Jin!”

“Ok, if you insist”, he licks his lips, then he continues. “The more I get to know you, the harder it gets not to be head over heels for you”.

He just says it, as if he was informing you the time. You feel your cheeks burning as your heartbeat starts to get faster. You feel like a teenager, it was silly. He makes you feel silly. You’re speechless right now. Your mind was racing, like, this is some serious shit to say to someone!

Yeah, you liked being around him and talking to him and he was pretty much an angel. But you had Jungkook, you lo… like Jungkook a lot. What you have is not over yet, that’s the truth. And you’re not like Jungkook, you don’t want to lead Jin on, it wouldn’t be fair to him. He is genuinely a nice guy, like, really nice and also a close friend. You do care a lot about him.

You look away. You are weak and the way he looked at you made you feel even weaker. The right thing to do is to tell him that you are in the most complicated moment of your life, so far. You’ve lost your mother and you had feelings for Jungkook. But it feels like the words got stuck in your throat. You are so fucking weak.

You open your mouth, trying to find anything to say, but it’s in vain.

“You don’t have to say anything back, you know? I understand you and Jungkook-ssi have… Something going on. But I don’t really care”, he places his pointer finger under your chin, turning your face in his direction, so you’d look at him. His touch setting your entire face on fire. “I just want you to know that when you realize you deserve best, I’ll be around and all you have to do is to give me a chance”.

You just realize he’s just said that while holding your hand, looking you intensely in the eyes. You really don’t know what to say, it moves you to know someone thinks these things about you. That warm feeling spreads all over your chest again and you know it’s no use trying to stop it.

You pull your hand softly and Jin lets go of it. You scratch your brow. You were silent. Truth is, you didn’t know what to say yet, because you don’t know exactly what you’re feeling. You feel like a fucking teenager!

“You… Shouldn’t waste your time with me, Jin, really”, you try.

“Don’t worry, babygirl, I’ve wasted my time with worse ones”, he says as he pats your head.

“Hey!”, you protest, slapping his arm.

And there it is: his laugh. If it belonged to anyone else it would be the most annoying sound in the world. Yet, it isn’t. Instead of being a source of annoyance, it actually always makes you laugh as well.

“It’s true, Y/n! The last one got me bleaching my fucking hair!”.

“Was a girl the reason why you bleached your hair? Ok! Now I need to know the full story!”

“No fucking way, I’m not telling you!”

“Please, oppa!” You whine with the same affected tone as before.

“Aish, it’s not an amusing story, Y/n”, he says as he suppresses a laugh.

“I don’t care, I’m just curious… But if it makes you uncomfortable or anything, nevermind”.

“Fuck… I hate you! You’re manipulating me!” The laugh he was trying to suppress finally comes out and he flashes you the most beautiful and genuine smile.

“I’m not! I swear, really, if it makes you feel weird, you don’t need to tell me”.

“It’s just ridiculous, Yoongi already scolded me for it… Anyway, I don’t know if Eunjoo already mentioned I had a girlfriend…”, he looks at you, squinting his eyes as he cocks one of his eyebrows.

“Yeah, she mentioned you broke up with your ex recently”.

She did more than that, being the gossip she was, not that you had any complaints, because you liked being informed, you know? She told you everything she knew about Jin’s ex-girlfriend, who apparently managed to make every single one of Jin’s friends hate her guts.

“So, yeah. We broke up recently”, he sighs. “We were together for a year and… Anyway, she wasn’t very nice. And near the end, one day, she told me I was. What did she say exactly? Oh, boring and predictable”, he lets out a humourless laugh and your heart sinks. He is none. He continues. “And when we broke up, like, permanently… Her words kept replaying in a loop in my mind”. His gaze was a little distant now, not really looking you in the eyes.

“They aren’t true, by the way. You know that, right?” You tried your best not to interrupt him as he spoke and when he paused for a second, you took the opportunity to state it.

“Yeah… I kinda know?”, he looks at you again. His gaze, now, warmer. “She hurt me a little and… I decided to do something different with my hair. I don’t know why, I just didn’t want to feel like I was boring and predictable. And you were the first one to compliment my new hairstyle, by the way, that’s why I haven’t dyed it black again”.

You can’t help but smile. After the shitty things we went through with his ex, he keeps his bleached locks, because you like them. Was he even real? Fuck!

“Why do you have to be so sweet, Seokjin?” You snort a faint laugh through your nose.

“I don’t know, babygirl… That’s just my amazing personality shining through”, he answers, both corners of his mouth lifting in a flirtatious smile. “Just hope it doesn’t take long for you to let your guard down for me as well…”

You can’t help but let the corners of your mouth lift in a smirk. You feel your face hot. Your cheeks were burning, you were probably as red as a cherry right now. The funny feeling inside already spreaded through your body. He messes with you big time. This would definitely not end well and if you knew better you’d back the fuck off from this. But you notice that with Jin the hole inside of you seems to get smaller as well.

You look him in the eyes, not averting his intense gaze. You smile again and he follows you, his cheeks squeezing his eyes into little crescent moons. You can’t help but notice how beautiful his eyes are, as well.

Especially when he smiles and they look like the moon.

“You’re impossible, Jin!”

“Yeah, maybe”, he declares nonchalantly. He takes his phone from his pocket and checks the time. “Do you have any morning classes tomorrow?”

“Yes… why?”

“Well, I better get going, then. It’s late for those of us who are responsible adults”, he states as he shows you his phone screen.

“That rules out most of my friends and my brother from the ‘responsible adults’ list”.

Jin shrugs. You both laugh.

“Do you need help cleaning or something?”

“No, Jinie, I got it. I’ll just throw away the to-go boxes, don’t worry”.

“Ok, so, can you walk me to the door?”

“Sure, Jinie”, you say with a faint smile, leading the way to your front door as he follows you. “Thanks for tonight, really”.

“Anytime, babygirl”, he answers as he puts on his sneakers. “Sure you’re gonna be ok by yourself?”

“Relax, I’ll be alright”.

“Ok, then. If you need anything, just text me, alright?”

You nod. He extends his arms and places his large hands on your lower back as he cuddles you in the folds of his arms. You sink your face into his chest as you feel the soft ambrosial aroma of his perfume again. You feel almost intoxicated, but you manage to wrap your arms politely and affectionately around him as well.

He places a kiss on your forehead, his plump lips felt like silk against your skin. The smell of his perfume, the warmth of his arms around you and, now, the tender kiss on your forehead made your stomach flip and you can swear you almost felt dizzy.

Hugging him feels right and you have to stop yourself from complaining when he pulls away from you.

“Oh, before I forget… Check my Instagram story”, he turns around, opening the door, so he can leave. “Bye, Y/n. See you tomorrow”.

“Bye, Jinie. Drive safe!”

He nods, as he closes the door behind himself. You sigh. It always feels like you hold too much air in your lungs when you are around Seokjin.

Of course, you hastily check his Instagram story and, for maybe the hundredth time today, Jin makes your chest feel a funny warmth.

“He went to your house?!” Eunjoo screams in a high pitched voice at the other end of the line.

“Who? Jin?!” You hear Yoongi’s muffled and distant voice as Eunjoo shushes him.

“Yeah, bitch, he did, but stop screaming in my ears or else I won’t tell you anything”.

“Fuck you, I have every goddamn right to be over the moon here! When I saw his story I was like ‘oh my gawd’!”

“Joo, he was so frigging cute… He brought food and we were sitting here on my balcony for hours just talking away”.

“Wait until I tell your brother about this!”

“Grow up, Choi Eunjoo!”

“Jeez, I’m just happy ok? Chill, Kim Y/n!” She giggles. “But he’s amazing, isn’t he? You two will look great together, I’ve always known”.

Before you could reply, you feel your phone vibrating insistently in your hand.

“Yeah, right… Hey, Joo, I gotta go, ok? Someone’s sending me dozens of texts… I think Namjoon is trying to talk to me. Knowing him, it’s quite possible he’s desperate because he lost his keys or something…”

“Classic Kim Namjoon”, she laughs. “Ok, lovey, I’m going to bed anyway. You know I’m an early riser… But I just want to warn you, you won’t escape from giving me the full report tomorrow”.

“Alright, woman… Good night and love you”.

“Love you too”.

As you hang up, another text comes in and your phone vibrates again. Through the phone screen, you see it isn’t Namjoon who has been texting you, it’s Jungkook.

After he ignored your texts, he has some fucking nerve.

kookie

5 Text Messages (sent now)

Should you open his texts or not?

He didn’t deserve your tears then and he certainly doesn’t deserve your attention now, you could hear Eunjoo’s voice in your head. And yeah… he literally has ignored you for hours, when he knew you were sad. Your mom passed away and he knew you were feeling down, but he chose to ignore you either way. He could kiss your ass now.

Better than to ignore him, is to leave him on read. He gets pissed when you do it.

kookie [00:39 am]: are you home?

kookie [00:39 am]: heyyyy i know yoi aren’t asleep yet answr me

kookie [00:39 am]: y/n!!!!!!!

kookie [00:39 am]: Y/N!! i need talk to u

kookie [00:40 am]: i’ll call you if you font text me bacj

By the way he’s been typing, you notice he’s not only inconvenient, he’s also very drunk. Oh, fuck that. He can text his fucking girlfriend, instead.

When you open his previous messages, three dots appear on the screen and he continues.

kookie [00:40 am]: fuck what was he doing ay your place on a fucking thursday eveninh????

kookie [00:40 am]: you two are fucking i knoq you are

kookie [00:40 am]: i’m gonna bEAT THE SHIT OYT OF HIM YOU’LL SEE

kookie [00:40 am]: he’s gonna have to leave at somw point and ill be here ready to kik his fuckinh ass

Your blood boils. Was he talking about Jin? He had to have some fucking balls to talk to you like that, huh?

You [00:40 am]: wtf are u talking about???

You [00:40 am]: go to sleep, jungkook, ur drunk

kookie [00:40 am]: babeeeeeeeeee

kookie [00:40 am]: please let me in

kookie [00:40 am]: i’m down here i just wanna see yoy

You [00:40 am]: i don’t want to talk to you, jungkook

You [00:40 am]: go home

You [00:41 am]: i have early classes tomorrow, gotta go to bed

You [00:41 am]: you should do the same

You [00:41 am]: bye

You sent him these texts and locked your phone screen. Enough, you’ve had enough of this. Running your fingers through your hair, you let out a heavy sigh, with frustration running through your entire body.

Your phone vibrates again in your hand. But this time, it wasn’t due to a text message. It’s him… He is calling you.

kookie

iPhone

“What do you want?” You ask harshly, as you hear his breathing through the phone.

I die every week 😔

just say goodnight n go | chapter 04

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 9k

18+ | warnings ↠ character grieving, jealousy, swearing, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of a slightly toxic relationship, cheating.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ I just wanna say that I'm sorry for taking aaaaages to write, but life's been a little complicated these past few weeks. And also I'm a perfectionist, so I reread what I write 100 times so I can try to make it as good as I can lol but as Namjoon says, it'll never be perfect, we need to move on at some point.

Anywayyy, I hope you guys enjoy this new part and don't judge OC too harshly, she's weak and JK knows how to play his game. I'm sorry if this came out too long as well lol I hope you enjoy :) I want to thank @primadonnasdream for the support and for being my most faithful reader, my brainstorm partner and my best friend 💜

Please, remember feedback is always highly appreciated.

INDEX ↠ prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

This is another scenario where you know if Eunjoo could see you, she’d surely be kicking your ass right now (figuratively, of course). Initially, you didn’t plan on allowing Jungkook to come up to your apartment, but he insisted and… Well, talking to him wouldn’t harm you.

A heartbeat after you buzzed him in, he was knocking on your door fervently.

“Jungkook-ssi, if you don’t calm the fuck down, I won’t let you in!” You shout from inside.

Silence.

“Sorry”, you hear him sighing from the outside. “I’m calm, babe, let me in, please. I need to talk to you”.

When you open the door, after pretending to debate with yourself if this was a good idea, Jungkook doesn’t waste a second on waiting for your invitation to come in. He enters your apartment as fast as a hare and before you know it, he’s already nowhere to be seen.

“Where the fuck is he?” He shouts, voice coming from inside your bedroom.

“What the fuck, Jungkook? Do not yell at me!” You shout back, going after him. “What are you talking about?”

“I know he was here with you, Y/n... “ Jungkook looks you in the eye. He was flushed, chest heaving up and down harshly. “I saw the fucking story, ok?”

“Is this about Jin?” You ask him, surprised.

“You told everyone you had to study… And I fucking bought it! That’s the funny part, I bought it! And here you were, having the time of your life with prince charming. I’m not fucking stupid, ok?”.

“Oh yeah? Having the time of my life with prince charming? You’re not even making any sense! I was crying my eyes out for hours, cause I couldn’t reach you and I needed you today!” You state it harshly, pointer finger poking him on his buff chest. “He came here to keep me company, you ass! At least, he cares about me!”

You breathe in, trying to concentrate on not allowing tears to well up your eyes.

“Are you trying to say that I don’t care about you?” He runs his hands through his hair nervously. “Well, Y/n, in case you haven't noticed, I am upset, that’s why I didn’t wanna talk to you!”

“Fuck that, Jungkook! My mother died and I was feeling down and you couldn't give two shits about it!” You say as you pinch your nose and it hits you. “Wait… You’re upset… with me?”

“More than that upset, I’m hurt!”

“Hurt?” You ask him, not being able to hide the astonishment in your voice. “What did I even do?”

“I understand you must be head over heels with prince charming so you seem to have forgotten I go to the same uni as you… I saw you two walking off into the sunset, hand in hand around campus today as if you were a happy little couple. Then… Your brother comes to me and shows me a picture of you taken by said prince charming all happy saying ‘Y/n and Jin are together’ and blah, blah, blah. Am I not allowed to be hurt?”.

“That’s rich, Jungkook… You must be one to talk about being a happy little couple with someone else, right?” You stare deep into his eyes and you see something shift, he looks down, directing his gaze at his feet. “Right?!”

You raise your tone at the last question, startling both you and Jungkook simultaneously.

“Have you noticed you never deny it, Y/n? For fuck’s sake! Are you together or not?”

“Jin and I?” You sigh, tired. “Oh my fucking God! We are friends, Kook! Don’t you trust me at all?”

“I trust you, yes! I don’t trust him. He’s been all over you since we met!”

“But if you trusted me, this conversation wouldn’t be happening…”

He reaches out for your hand, his long fingers entwining around yours. His hand is warm. He looks at you with his doe-eyes, full of something you can’t really describe or identify. Could it be love too? It makes you lower your guard. You feel guilty for lashing out at him.

“What happened here tonight, babe?” He asks, tone soft now.

You think of Jin’s hand and how holding it made you feel… better?

“What do you think, Kook? We just talked… and had something to eat, like normal friends do!”

“You swear?”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You protest as your feet stamp loudly against the wooden-floor.

Note to self: apologize to your downstairs neighbor tomorrow for that.

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s just hard to swallow, ok? You and this guy…. It just doesn’t sit right with me, that’s all”.

“It’s so ironic… You’re literally in a relationship with another girl right now and my friendship with Jin is the thing that doesn’t sit right with you”, you let out a humourless laugh, pulling your hand away from his grasp. “You’re something else, Jungkook, really!”

“Y/n…” He pinches the bridge of his nose, as he inhales deeply. “Me and Seulki… It’s complicated. You think I don’t want to break up with her? We were a mistake and I realized that as soon as you got back, ok? It’s just complicated! I can’t just do this out of nowhere”.

“Sure, Kook, if you say so… But me and Jin are friends, he’s been amazing to me ever since we met and-”, he cocks his eyebrows as you speak and you feel your blood boil. “What now?”

“We were just friends too, Y/n, that’s what worries me!” He gestures emphatically. “Especially when you're basking in how amazing he is and how terrible I am to you”.

“Seriously?” He nods. It’s like he is really clueless. Maybe that’s what he is. Clueless. You bring your hands to your temples, where you start rubbing in circular motions, trying to ease the tension you’re feeling. “Jungkook… All I wanted was you. Since the first time. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to repeat myself to you…”

“I don’t know… You keep saying this, but you’ve been trying to make me feel jealous since you met him. If all you want is to be with me, why was this guy here tonight? I wanted you at the party and you lied to me to be with him”

“That’s not it, I swear! I was just feeling a little down…”

“You swear?”

“Yes, Kook! I’m sorry if-”

“Just promise me this is not happening again”, he quirks his head, analyzing you with his attentive gaze. “You will keep your distance from this guy”.

You stare at him for a while. Brows furrowed, eyes profusely dark on you, straight posture, his much taller figure close to you. You felt slightly intimidated, not that you feared he’d hurt you, you know he would never. But there was something you couldn’t describe about his actions that don’t feel right.

You’re very fond of Seokjin. Not in the same way he is fond of you, that is. You like him very much as a very dear friend, what Jungkook is asking of you doesn’t seem right. You don’t want to disappoint or hurt him, you two have been together much longer than you’ve known Seokjin. It also doesn’t feel right to ditch him for another guy’s friendship.

“Alright, Kook”.

You lie.

As you feared and also anticipated, your voice cracks and you feel tears welling up your eyes. Before you can stop yourself, a very thick tear rolls down your right cheek. Making it impossible for you to keep on masking your feelings.

Jungkook gets closer and you don’t push him away. Maybe that’s what you should do, but you don’t. The warmth of his body being welcomed by yours, as he wrapped both of his arms around your waist, snuggling you in them.

You hide your face in his chest and he places his chin on the top of your head, as he caresses your hair softly. You allow your tears to roll down your cheeks freely, with your arms around Jungkook’s figure. Memories from your life from before flood your mind.

Your mom, before she was sick, sitting on her sofa reading one of Jane Austen’s books. Her favorites. Everytime you closed your eyes you could picture her just like this. It sometimes comforts you, but every other day it makes you feel like there’s nothing left in this world.

Then you think of you and Jungkook, in the middle of the night, laying together in your single bed in the room you shared with Eunjoo. Fingers entwined, as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling his sweaty skin on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his body against your own. She was never around when he was. You miss everything about those days, from seeing Eunjoo everyday to being able to be with Jungkook. Like, really be with him.

“Don’t cry, babe, I’m here…” He whispers softly to you, holding you tighter.

You aren’t really able to answer him and your muffled sobs can be heard instead. You feel your chest tighten. You had so many months of silent misery filling those sobs, it was good to finally get it out of your system. You hold onto Jungkook, grabbing his sweatshirt’s fabric until your knuckles are white.

Being in his arms was all you wanted since you came back. This moment showed you you two shared a bond that was deeper than eyes could see, deeper than sex could ever be. It makes you feel safe. Even though you hurt and everything else seems off, you know he’s right for you. He could not be there for you all the time, but when he was… It was worth the wait.

You can’t tell exactly how long you nestled yourself in his arms, but it was long enough for you to cry every tear that you had been holding back in these past few weeks. Jungkook was acting like a perfect saint, holding you tight and caressing your hair the entire time and it was extremely comforting. You felt loved. He didn't have to say it, you could feel it.

Sniffing, you look up to him. When he looks at you, you swear you can see stars in his dark eyes. You can’t help but to allow the corner of your lips to be lifted, smiling kindly to him.

“I hate seeing you cry”, he whispers to you, as he cups your face in his hands.

“So sto-” A sob escapes from your lips. “Stop making me cry, Kook”.

“I will, babe, I promise. I’ll never make you cry again, I’m sorry”, he answers softly, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, drying the wet trail the tears had left on your face.

He leans in for a soft and affectionate peck on your lips, still holding your face in his hands. You kiss him back, allowing him to take over all your senses, even though it was only a soft and innocent kiss.

Or was it?

Jungkook takes your bottom lip between his teeth as his tattooed hand starts to explore down your body. Subconsciously, you wrap one of your arms around his neck, as you stand on the tip of your toes. You know this is the last thing you should be doing right now, least of all after he ignored you and then came to your home to make a scene. You know you shouldn’t, but all you wanted was this. To kiss him.

To hell with everything else.

Before you could stop yourself, Jungkook slips his tongue between your lips and you can feel the lingering taste of alcohol on it. It doesn’t stop you from allowing him to deepen the kiss, as he quickens up the pace of his slightly desperate tongue against yours.

“Can I make you feel good tonight, babe?” He whispers against your lips, his hot breath fanning against your face. You nod. “I want you to cum on my tongue”.

You nod again as you feel anticipation bubbling inside of you, making you feel slightly nervous for a second. Jungkook doesn’t really go down on you and he only does so when he really wants to show you the depths of his affection. It’s sweet.

“So, say it, Y/n. Say that you want to cum on my tongue while I eat it you out stupid”.

For the hundredth time in your life, you can’t muster the courage to say it. Not at first, anyway. He knows you get embarrassed, but he always insists, God knows why.

He moves his hand to your neck, a menacing look in his eyes.

“I swear to God, Y/n, if you start with your ‘I’m shy, I can’t talk dirty, Kookie’ shit, I’ll go berserk”, his tone stern as he flashes you an also stern gaze.

You can’t resist, of course. When he looks at you like he owns you, you feel like he really does. It sets your core on fire.

You look at him, mustering all the courage you can to do as he says.

“I want to cum all over your tongue tonight”, it comes out as a confident whisper.

Then, he smirks. That smirk only Jungkook can give you; the one that has you weak on your knees and it makes you feel like electricity runs through your veins. You see his eyes glistening with lust and all you can do is to smirk back.

He tightens his grasp on your neck and before you can gasp for air, his mouth is glued to yours. He kisses you hungrily, with such intensity, it makes you feel inebriated. You feel again the lingering taste of tequila on his lips, but it is just as pleasant as the intensity of the kiss itself. He places his other hand on one of your butt cheeks, squeezing it harshly, certainly leaving a few bruises for you to keep thinking about tonight for a few days.

Jungkook pushes you and you fall on your back in your bed. Before you know it, he has his body hovering over yours, as he leaves lovebites to your collarbone. He presses his body onto yours and you can feel him already semi hard through his jeans.

“See what you do to me?” He asks you, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on his cock. “That’s only from kissing you…”

You let a breathy moan escape from your lips when his words reach your ears. He knows exactly what to say to you. He knows your body. He knows you. When you’re with him, you feel inebriated and it’s like he’s the only person other than you left in this world.

Jungkook, then, grabs your wrist and seizes your hand away from his now fully aroused cock.

“No, Kookie”, you pout, his lips hovering over your own as you speak. “Let me feel you”.

“No, babe, tonight’s all about you”, he whispers against your lips.

He presses his boner in your covered entrance, you start grinding and you notice his breathing getting heavier. Pressing his lips against yours again, he places a soft peck on them and as he pulls away, biting your lower lip and dragging it with his teeth.

“Can we get rid of these?” He asks you, playing with the waistband of your Scooby Doo pj’s shorts.

You nod a bit more emphatically than you had intended and Jungkook grins, he looks devilishly beautiful, it’s unfair. His dark locks almost covering his dark eyes, full of a blaze that lights up his divine face. You feel the anticipation damping your underwear. It’s ridiculous how wet you get with him so much as looking at you.

Clasping his pointer and middle finger on the waistband of your shorts, Jungkook tosses them somewhere on the floor, along with your panties. The same fingers that undressed you were now trailing the outside of your lips, smearing on your wetness. You squirm under his touch, stopping a moan to come out of your lips.

“Look at you, babe, all wet for me already”, his fingers still in the same place, you’re so wet you can hear yourself. “You want me so bad it’s embarrassing”.

Yeah, you agree. But you’re too far along now to complain. Jungkook then breaks physical contact with you and it’s like your skin burns of how much you need his touch. You craved his hands on you 24/7 and when he has them on you it always makes your heart flutter and your head dizzy, it’s hard to let him pull away.

On his feet, he looks at you with a smirk, the same dominant expression carved on his dazzling face as always.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, will you?”

“Hm, no”, you tease.

“Babe, I’m trying to be romantic here…” he places his possessive hands on both of your thighs. “But if you don’t spread those legs right now, I won't ask again and I’ll also make sure to bruise you pretty bad so you won't be able to hide it from your prince charming”.

“Oh my God! Can’t you just forge-”

Before you could finish telling him off, Jungkook sinks his teeth on your thigh harshly, literally not giving a fuck wether there’s gonna be a bruise after this. You moan lightly when he starts sucking the sensitive skin there.

By instinct, your legs fall to the sides as your body responds to his touch, like in a meticulously rehearsed dance. You wanted to resist, you really did, but he has such a strong grip over you, it’s like you can’t really control yourself.

“Playing hard to catch, are you?” He asks as he rubs his thumb over the hickey he left on you.

“A little”, you giggle.

“Yeah, it’s not like this was very hard”, he states with a playful smirk on his lips. “Anyway, now that I got my babe marked… Come here”.

He tugs you closer, pulling you by the waist to the edge of the bed. He bends down on his knees and you feel the lightfeather touch of his tongue against your clit, in one very longstanding swipe. Jungkook’s teasing you and it has you whining under his touch.

Desperate for some relief, you buck your hips into Jungkook’s face. You feel a vibration coming from his muffled laugh, as his hands trail from your thighs to your ass, squeezing it roughly, as he starts to suck wet kisses against your mound. His warm tongue heaving up and down on your bundle of nerves, so pleasuring it makes your back arch and your toes curl.

“Oh- Kook, right there!” You whine again, finally being able to muster an intelligible sentence in your brain.

Your vocal validation only seems to make him even more eager to please you. His tattooed hand trailed back from your ass to your inner thigh, where he made sure to squeeze the sensitive skin.

You feel Jungkook’s tongue taking turns on slowing and speeding up his movements against your clit and you allow moans to roll off of your mouth, shamelessly. Your head spins from the waves of pleasure Jungkook’s tongue sends through your body. You know he likes to hear you, so you don’t stop yourself. The delighted feeling coming not only from your pussy, but also from somewhere near your chest. He makes it so hard to be mad at him when he acts like this… When he does whatever it takes to please you.

He, then, pushes his middle finger into your slit. You moan even harder this time around, while he curled his finger against your wet walls. You clench your walls around his finger, desperate to be filled.

“Need something more?” He asks with a husky voice, lips still dangerously close to your pussy.

You lift your head up slightly, looking him in the eyes. You nod. Seeing him with his face buried between your thighs, his dark gaze intensely set on you, hands on and in you, makes you notice how deeply you wrapped yourself around his finger. And you did it freely. He makes you forget about everything else, pushes all your problems aside. It indeed feels like you two are the last people on this planet.

“I want you inside me”, you whisper back at him.

“I am inside you”, he answers teasingly, finger never stopping to move inside your slit.

“Yea-”, he curled his finger and you choke on your words.

He smirks. Fucker.

“You were saying?” He cocks one of his eyebrows, smirk still hanging on his reddish lips.

“I want you to fuck me, Kook”, your voice a whisper again.

Jungkook shakes his head, clicking his tongue.

“Please, Kookie”, you groan.

He forrows his brows, never averting his gaze. Another two fingers are pushed past your damp walls, this time around building a blinding pressure to your stomach. You grew wetter by the second, arching your back off the bed again and moaning shamelessly.

“Best I can do is this, babe…” He whispers with his dusky, dangerously sexy voice, hot breath against your pussy. “I want you whining about how much you miss my cock tonight… So you learn not to make me jealous again, do you hear me? Next time I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging me to stop”.

You nod robotically. All you can think about is how much you crave him.

“Then, use fucking words, Y/n! Say you understand you’re mine!”

You’re trying… You’re really trying to find your voice, but he’s making it impossible for you with the pace he has set on the fingers he’s burying between your folds, fucking you dumb. You can feel you’re close and so can he, because your walls clench onto his fingers as if your sanity depended on it. It does, actually.

“Hold back, Y/n”, he orders sternely. “I told you I want you cuming on my tongue, not on my fingers… I’ll only pick up where I left off if you fucking tell me how desperetaly you want to get fucked by my cock”.

And the fingers inside your slit do not stop to tease you, curling up against your desperate walls. You’re close.

“Wanna get fu-fucked dumb by you, Koo-ook! I miss your cock so mu-ch”, you’re babbling breathlessly at this point.

You’re close.

“Maybe next time if you deserve it, I’ll fuck you nice and good”.

You’re so fucking close.

“Ohhh, Kook, I’m… close!”

You cry out as you feel his tongue against your mound again. Your hands go straight to his hair and you grip his dark locks, he moans when he feels your hold on his scalp. And you lose the last bit of self control you still had, as you feel his mouth sucking your clit into his mouth.

You don’t really know where to focus, your chest is heaving up and down heavily as you cry out his name. You feel your legs shaking uncontrollably as the ecstasy spreads throughout your body, as if time and space have been suspended for a split second. You must have moaned desperately, your poor neighbours must hate you.

But to hell with them. Jungkook pulls away from your clit, a faint smile on his lips. He looks ecstatic as well, his fingers still inside you.

“So… Was it good?”

You close your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing.

“You are amazing, Kook, always”, you answer, kind of blushed.

You lean on your elbows to look at him properly. He looked dashing with his messy hair and his slightly glossy lips, covered with your wetness. You lean for a kiss, but he turns his head.

“I’ll go clean myself, babe, just a second. You know I don’t like kissing after…” He gestures randomically.

He gets on his feet and heads out of your room, trying to adjust himself in his pants. You knew that he hated kissing after going down on you. He’s told you once that for some reason he didn’t like the idea of you tasting yourself on him. You know he likes to be in charge, so you just let him.

As you lay back on bed, staring at the ceiling, you sigh. But this time around, you’re sighing because you feel happy, so happy it makes your heart skip a beat. You feel extremely validated by him and his gesture today. You feel so intimate, so close. He did all he could to make you feel better and being comforted by him made you realize that the lump in your throat had completely disappeared.

At least for now.

He comes back with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of your bed, beside you.

“Will you stay with me?” You ask.

He shakes his head negatively, fingers combing through your hair softly.

“I told the guys I was going out for some cigarettes, I don’t want them to start wondering…” his voice trails off suggestively.

He leans in for a peck on your lips. He had his eyes closed and it sent your heart aflutter. With him, you know the details matter more than big gestures. Maybe he really means to break things up with Seulki, if he’s kissing you with his eyes closed. It means something, right?

It has to.

“Gotta go, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Sure”.

He gets on his feet, but he stops at the door.

“Oh, I remembered something. Tomorrow morning, after our first class, I’m teaching Tae how to use his new analog, why don’t you join us? I can help you with that paper for Han gyosunim’s class, what do you think?”

“Sounds great, Kook! I’ll swing by”.

“See you, love”

“See ya”

He nods, tapping lightly at the door frame before actually leaving this time.

Inebriated, you walk towards the bathroom to also clean yourself. When you look at your reflection in the mirror, you feel like you’re glowing. Being in love really does wonders to us, doesn’t it? Shortly after, you fall into a restful sleep, unlike the ones you’ve had on the previous nights this week.

Something has been bugging Jin the entire morning, of that Yoongi is a hundred percent sure. He’s been fidgeting in his chair and sighing whenever he gets distracted. When a phone rings, which is completely normal, since they work in a goddamn law firm, he huffs. He’s been sulking since he got to the office.

Yoongi has known Seokjin since he was a child, they go way back. He wants to get something off his chest, that much Yoongi’s already noticed. Yoongi can bet anyone that part of his demeanor is a way of showing it to his younger friend.

After the 5th sigh Seokjin lets out in a row (yes, Yoongi has been keeping count), he gives in.

“What?”

Jin, who has been staring at his computer screen with his furrowed brows, looks at his desk partner.

“What what?” He asks Yoongi, dumbfounded.

“You’ve been sulking the entire morning, Seokjin, what the hell happened?” He insists.

“Nothing”, Jin states with a blank expression on his face.

“Nothing? Ok... But if I hear you sighing over a phone ringing again, Imma hit you with this fucking stapler”, he threatens Jin, showing him the forementioned object. “I’m not even joking!”

“It’s nothing, Yoongs, nevermind”.

“Seokjin, I fucking mean it!” The raven-haired man whisper shouts to his friend. “Spill it out already”.

Seokjin huffs.

“It’s… Y/n” Jin fidgets on his seat.

Yeah, Yoongi figured his friend’s mood might have something to do with you. As always, he is right.

“What about her?”

Jin sighs again. He knows his best friend pretty damn well, so he also knows Yoongi isn't dropping the subject without digging into it first.

“We were together last night, right?”

“Yeah, I know”, Yoongi states.

“I know you know, man, you’re ruining my storytelling!”

“Sorry”.

“Yeah, anyway…” He raises his hand dramatically and continues. “We spent the night together and of course I wasn't stupid to make any moves yet. But it seemed like it was a perfect night, y’know? I even told her, like… That I like her and that I’ll be here waiting for a chance” Yoongi’s eyes widened, but Seokjin continues. “Yes, I know. I’m intense, I’m a Sagittarius… Anyhow, everything went fine and I feel like she’s really opening up to me, but then…”

He stops, pointer finger raised, asking his friend to wait a second. Yoongi patiently does so, looking at Seokjin’s anxious figure and he takes a little while looking for something on his phone.

Yoongi feels bad for his friend, Seokjin is healing from a deep heartbreak. Yoongi was the only friend that remained by his side, when he distanced himself from everyone else. Actually, when his ex isolated him and despite everyone’s warnings, Jin walked in his ex’s trap willingly. All Yoongi could do was wait until Jin realized who she really is. He did, eventually.

She messed him up big time and now he was collecting the broken pieces of himself. Fortunately, he had Yoongi by his side. Jin told his friend many times how he never wanted to get involved with anyone ever again and that falling in love was nothing but stupidity. Of course, Yoongi did not agree on that entirely, but he wanted to protect his friends’ feelings as much as he could. He couldn’t do much, but he was always a shoulder to cry on. Then, Eunjoo started to act behind his back, talking about you to Jin, showing him your pictures, telling him the things you have in common. It sparked Jin’s interest. And after meeting you in person, he fell on his knees.

“So, I thought maybe things would start… y’know, evolving? But then, yeah, I saw this”, Jin shows his phone to his raven-haired friend.

Yoongi squints, leaning forward to take a better look at what his friend is trying to show him. He ruminates for a while and looks back at his blonde best friend.

“Ok, and?”

“And?” Seokjin returns the question with a dumbfounded expression carved on his face. “YAA! Can’t I just be frustrated?! Look how close they’re standing to each other, they look so fucking intimate!” He flashes his phone again to his friend.

“They’re close friends... You know that, right?”

“Yes, I know that.” He snorts. “But that’s not all they are and you know it. He’s a handsome guy, right? I don't know if I can keep up with that plus the intimacy they already have, I know I’ll soon be back to square one. Can’t this guy just disappear? Like, get a job in another country or something”.

“You are intimidated by Jungkook? I think you’re overreacting”.

“Oh, yeah? Bite me! Remember how you reacted to Namjoon and Eunjoo’s shit? Because I do!”

Yoongi crosses his arms and this time around, he’s the one huffing.

“That was different, dude. You know it”.

Jin averts his gaze for a second, thinking about the past scenario.

“Ok. It was a little different, but you also overreacted” Jin pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Now is the time you start comforting me, alright? Tell me she’s not in love with him or something”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at his friend, as he tries to suppress a faint smile on the corner of his lips. When Seokjin gets nervous, he gets anxious and starts speaking fast, it’s hard to understand what he’s saying. It’s a little comical, actually.

“Man… You’re anxious, that’s all. You know Y/n and Jungkook go way back-”

“I know, Yoongs! That's the problem!”

“Can I talk now?” Yoongi asks, jerking one of his brows.

“Yeah, sorry”.

“As I was saying, they have history together. But as far as I’m aware, he just stolls her around... He’s a jerk, basically. Eunjoo hates his guts because of that. Now with this girlfriend of his… Let’s see how things play out. Someone’s probably gonna get hurt”.

“I know! Fucking asshole! I’d love to punch that fucking nose of his”.

“You could try, but he’d probably beat the shit outta you”, Yoongi laughs. “He’s into boxing or something”.

“Yea, I heard”.

“But as I was saying, now Y/n’s fragile. She needs people’s support. And he’s her friend, of course she’s gonna lean on him at least a little. She’s been through some serious shit with her mom’s health and as much as I love Namjoon, he hasn’t been very helpful…”

“I wish I could do more to help her”.

“Jin, you've been pretty supportive. And that's honestly what I think you should keep on doing… She’s just met, you know? You’re head over heels for her, but she needs time. She’s been through a lot. Give her time”.

“Yeah… You’re probably right”, he sighs again. “I just worry about being completely overshadowed by Jungkook-ssi, y’know? They have so much in common, they like the same stuff…”

“If that was enough to hold two people together, you should still be dating Bonhwa, right? She was also into the same stuff as you and she was a Law major just like us”.

Seokjin shakes his head negatively, as he dismisses Yoongi’s words dramatically.

“God forbid”.

“You see? It makes absolutely no sense... He’s an asshole, she’ll see it eventually”.

Seokjin mulls over his friends’ words. Looking back at his computer screen, the words start scrambling in front of his eyes. He isn't really able to focus on work, Yoongi’s typing distracts him again.

She’ll see it eventually. Yoongi’s words resonated in his mind. It was all he could hope for.

Kong gyosunim dismisses the class in the middle of a heated argument between Cha Songwook (yes, him again) and Hong Dahae. It was unfortunate, because it had been pretty amusing so far to see the two of them screaming at each other’s faces. Before you left, you remember the two of them were seeing each other, but things ended badly, it seems.

Your phone dings with an expected text from your best friend, Eunjoo.

joo 💛 [2:45 pm]: on my way

joo 💛 [2:45 pm]: are you there?

You [2:45 pm]: not yet, on my way too

Eunjoo’s been bugging you to tell her how your evening with Seokjin was, so you two decide to go for a coffee on campus. It was also an excuse to see each other and catch up, you did that as often as life allowed you to.

You finish gathering your stuff while Songwook and Dahae were still discussing Kubrick's use of Mise-en-Scene. As you open the classroom’s door, you’re surprised to see Jungkook, leaning on the corridor wall. He had his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets and he looked at you with a big warm smile, one of those smiles that sends your heart aflutter.

And even though you’d been together a few hours ago, you’re just as happy to see him again. Earlier today, you’d been at the frat house, where only Jungkook and Taehyung were awake. As he told you the night before, he’d be teaching Tae how to use his new camera and the three of you shared some thoughts about photography. You also found out Namjoon got legless last night and was still asleep up until that point. Fortunately, he already texted you to let you know he’s still alive.

“Hey!” You get closer, waving at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I go here, babe”.

“Duh!” You roll your eyes. “I mean, here, here. In front of my classroom”.

“Just wanted to say hi again”, he declares, as his hands travel to your lower back, pulling you in his arms. He brushes his nose against your cheek and continues.

“Jungkook, have you lost your mind?!” You ask, pulling yourself away from him. “We’re in the middle of the corridor!”

He laughs softly, his eyes turning into tiny crescent moons.

“There’s no one around here, babe”.

“Not gonna push my luck”, you state. “Er… Dahae and Songwook are at each other’s throats back there… Didn't even know they had broken up”.

“Neither did I. But good for her, he’s a pain in the ass”, he runs his hand through his hair, his eyes traveling down your body. “You look fucking hot in these tight pants, babe”.

“Shut up, Jungkook!” You push him playfully, blushing.

He laughs. You could swear to God, when he laughs…

“What are your plans for today?” He asks.

“Coffee with Eunjoo, actually, she must be waiting for me already”.

“Oh yeah? I’ll walk you there”.

He walks side by side with you the entire way. It’s not as comfortable as it should be. For the most part of the way, you keep trying to find something interesting to say, but you fail. You mention Songwook and Dahae again, but it falls flat. You try complaining about the weather, but it also falls flat. At some point, you just give up and decide to just walk.

Jungkook has his hands in his pockets and he’s as silent as you. You don’t really understand where this is coming from, but there’s something different about being alone with him. It makes you think about that one time you and Jin held hands. But why? If you had Jungkook with you, why are you thinking about Jin? Fuck.

Sharing silence isn’t as comfortable as it used to be. Maybe those months away have indeed changed things between you, maybe that’s why he’s gotten himself into this crazy relationship of his. It makes you feel a little anxious and you mentally thank the universe for the fact that this coffee shop is relatively near your classroom.

You and Eunjoo see each other through the shop window, she waves at you with a smile on her face. But her smile fades as soon as she locks eyes with Jungkook.

Ok, you were already expecting this to happen.

“Alright, babe, enjoy your coffee”, he rubs his fingers on the back of your hand. “Give Eunjoo my love”.

“See ya, Kookie!”

He waves and leaves. For some reason, you feel weird. He felt weird. You can’t really explain, but there’s something… You didn’t know. Weird.

Pushing the door open, you hear the tinkling of the bell that’s placed above it so the owners can always know when someone’s coming in.

This is Eunjoo’s favorite coffee shop, it’s small, intimate and, honestly, they served the best red velvet cake you’ve ever had the chance to taste. It was your best friend’s favorite, so this is why she always favors coming here.

“I’m happy to see you, but I’m not happy to see Jungkook”, she declares as the two of you hug.

“Oh, Joo, come on! He’s our friend…”

She snorts. You both sit. In front of her, on the small wooden table, you see a cup of coffee and a slice of their famous red velvet cake.

“Jungkook and I stopped being friends when I realized he’s been stringing you along this whole time…” She states as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“Ouch”.

Eunjoo is literally your soulmate, but she could be harsh, sometimes. Especially when it comes tô Jungkook. Truth is, she never understood what you have.

“Ok, fuck Jungkook, can you now please tell me more about your evening with your future boyfriend?”

“Well, my friend Kim Seokjin came by yesterday”, you continue, despite the face she makes. “And he was honestly so sweet… He brought us burgers and we pretty much spent the entire night talking. Like, just talking”.

“You already told me this on the phone last night. I want details, Y/n!”

“Ugh!” You roll your eyes and she deadpans. “Alright… So we talked about his love for cooking and he mentioned he wanted to take me to a few restaurants in town. Then, he mentioned one specific restaurant that brings him fond memories of his childhood and we started to talk about it and I mentioned one of my favorite things as a child was playing Katara and Sokka with Namjoon and-”

“Sorry to interrupt”, you hear a female voice. “Here’s your espresso. Can I get you anything else?”

“I ordered yours, forgot to tell you”, Eunjoo tells you fondly and you smile at her in the same way.

“No, thank you”, you answer the waitress and she nods, leaving you and Eunjoo alone again. “Ok, so, where was I?”

“You told Seokjin you’re an Avatar nerd…”

“I didn’t say that, but, anyway… I also found out he loves The Last Airbender as much as me. Like, he’s not a casual fan, he’s also obsessed. But that’s not the important part. The important part is… He told me he was head over heels for me or something”.

Eunjoo's eyes widen and she covers her mouth with her hands.

“Head over heels?!” You hear her muffled voice asking with excitement. “Oh my God! When I introduced you two I didn’t expect that to happen so fast, I’m impressed with my matchmaking skills this time around! Ok, and?”

“Well, that’s it”.

“What?! That’s it?! What did you say to him after that?”

“I was so surprised I couldn’t say anything”, she lets out another “ugh”. “You know Kook and I-”.

“Y/n, please, understand. You and him have nothing. Jungkook’s got a fucking girlfriend”, she cuts you off.

It annoys you a little, you’re not gonna lie. She keeps bringing it back, you know he’s got a girlfriend!

“Joo, I know you don’t understand-”.

“It’s deeper than that, lovey. There’s isn’t much to understand… He has a girlfriend-”.

“Eunjoo, I don’t care!” You cut her short and then, you decide to confess, lowering your voice tone so only Eunjoo could hear you. “He came to see me last night too”.

“Jungkook?” She looks at you confusões. “What did he want?”

“He saw Jin’s post too and got a little jealous”, before you could stop yourself, you let out a giggle and Eunjoo doesn’t follow you. “One thing leading to another, he did something special last night”.

“This something special being?”

“You know he usually doesn’t go down on me, right? He’s not fond of it… But he did last night. It was very meaningful, I think”.

“He, what?!” She asks you shouting in a whisper. “Did you have sex?”

“Yeah?”

“Y/n, he’s got a girlfriend! That’s... Cheating”, she searches for your eyes.

But you just can’t meet hers, you're too scared of finding disappointment in them. You knew it was selfish of you, you knew what you were doing was wrong, but now you’ve finally told Eunjoo… It became real.

And you’ve just realized it makes you feel unease.

“No, it’s not… He was mine first”, you whisper, knowing she will hear you.

“Oh, lovey…” She wailes. “I hate him for doing this to you and I’m sorry for what I’m about to say, but he was never yours”.

“I mean, we’re not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, but-”

“Exactly, sis, he’s not your boyfriend. He lies to you, he neglects you. He hasn’t ever acted like a boyfriend, by the way, he only does so when he feels threatened… The very fact that he wants to keep seeing you behind your brother’s back, one of his best friends, may I add, is enough of a red flag for me”, she reaches for your hand on the table. The warmth of her hand feels pleasent, but you’re still unable to meet her eyes. “Please, Y/n, don’t let this guy do this to you… You’re not like this”.

“I just… Don’t see this monster you keep talking about”, you finally muster the courage to look at your best friend’s eyes. She looks at you with such tenderness, for the first time in this conversation, you feel your heart sinking. “We have something really special, Joo, I swear to you…”

“Lovey, going down on you doesn’t mean shit! What drives me crazy is that he does the bare minimum, cause he knows you're so deeply wrapped around his finger that he doesn’t even need to try anymore,” she stops for a second, sighing. “Think about it… Why does he make you hide this something special that goes on between you two? You’ve been doing this for over a year… And I swear to you, if you hadn’t gotten emotionally involved, I would never oppose this. But the thing is, you’ve fallen in love with him and he knows it, but he doesn’t care. You can’t fix this and you can’t fix him, you can’t keep on hurting yourself to please him either. This has gone way too long!”

It was a lot to take in, for sure. You couldn’t help but to resent Eunjoo a little right now. She wasn’t wrong, though. That’s the hardest part, you knew she wasn’t wrong. What are you becoming?

You bring both of your hands to your face, trying to ease the tension you feel. It’s true, you've been in this situation for over a year. At first, he told you he didn’t want to rush things, he didn’t want to spoil his friendship with the boys… But it’s been long enough, you two seemed to work just fine. Then, why are you in this situation?

“Let me bring Seokjin up again…” She tries. “One: he’s insanely cute, in fact, if I wasn’t already taken… It’s better if I don’t finish this sentence.” She raises her pointer finger, acknowledging this detail and you laugh faintly. “Two: he’s so into you I sometimes feel bad for him. Three: he’s single. Four: he was approved by your best friend and by your brother. Five: he’s smart, hardworking, and has a brilliant future ahead of him. Six: he’s really done with his ex. He’s the whole fucking package! Give him a chance, Y/n, that’s all I ask. And do this for yourself too, please, let Jungkook go”.

You hear the bell tinkling. It distracts you. You don’t really want to say anything right now, you have a lot to think about.

“I just keep thinking... Look at what Jungkook’s been doing to his girlfriend, imagine what he-”

“If it isn’t two of my favorite people in the world gathering without me”, you instantly recognize Jimin’s voice.

You gulp nervously, hoping that he didn’t hear the mention of Jungkook's name. You turn around to look at him, trying to flash him the warmest smile you could, in hopes of not allowing him to notice the tension between you and Eunjoo. You know she’ll do the same.

“Hi, lovey, we’re just grabbing some coffee. Join us!” She flashes Jimin the warm smile you expected her to.

He pulls a chair from the table right beside yours and places it between you and Eunjoo, sitting on it right after.

“So, what were my two dearest friends talking so passionately about?” He asks as he reaches for both yours and Enjoo’s cheeks, squeezing them.

It has both you and her complaining, making Jimin laugh.

“Just catching up”, you answer as you rub your cheeks. He always does that, the little bastard.

“Alright, so, before you continue, sum it up for me”.

He looks from Eunjoo to you, blinking his small eyes patiently. You’re kind of waiting for Eunjoo to say something, since she was the one who got interrupted by your friend’s arrival. He seems to notice that there’s something off about your vibe.

“You two seemed to be very talkative when I got in here, now you’re all silent... What the fuck are you two hiding?” He squints his eyes at you.

“H-hiding?” You shake your head in fake disbelief. “Park Jimin, why do you always have to assume the worst of people?”

“I don't do that!” He pushes your shoulder playfully, eyebrows furrowed. “And stop trying to get off the subject, I’m not Hoseok”.

“It’s nothing serious, Chim, it’s just that Y/n gets shy”, Eunjoo’s voice interjects. “But there’s a spark between Seokjin and Y/n”. She stops, because she knows Jimin will react. He raises his eyebrows and looks at you surprised. “However, she’s in denial and I, as the matchmaker, can not allow her to think such things”.

“Why am I only hearing about this spark now?” He asks you, crossing his arms in front of his chest, giving you a side-eye.

“Because Eunjoo is delusional, that’s why”, you gesture.

“No, I’m not! Park Jimin-ssi, you know I don’t joke about matchmaking! Remember how much effort I put into introducing you to Jieun?”

“Please, let’s not talk about Jieun… But yes, I do know”.

“Ok, whatever, forget I mentioned her. As I was saying, he brought her dinner last night and they ate it while stargazing… It’s so fucking romantic! And our dear dumb friend here is like we’re just friends” she delivers that in a affected tone, teasing you.

“Oh, Y/n, do not friendzone this guy! Do you hear me? He’s so fucking handsome, you don’t need to marry him, but, please, don’t waste this opportunity”.

“You guys… I also think he’s really cute. I’m not saying I’ll say no, I’m just not there yet, ok?” You look between your two best friends. “I’m still getting to know him. I’ve been living the shittiest moment of my entire life… I need time, that’s all”.

“Makes sense…” Jimin gives you a sympathetic smile, as he pats your head affectionately. “Eunjoo, stop pressuring her!”

“I’m not!”

“You are!” You and Jimin say it simultaneously. “Not that I’m defending you, Y/n, because you don’t deserve my sympathy. You don’t tell me anything anymore!”

The three of you burst out laughing at it. That’s what you’ve missed the most while you were away. Laughing. Feeling at ease. You love these people so much.

“I know, Chim! I feel the same, back in the day, I wouldn’t have to beg her to tell me what’s going on in her life, now I have to make her come and see me”, she complains, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, whatever you two. Since you two are such drama queens, I might as well just tell you… We’re spending the weekend at his family house in Jeju”, and before they have a chance to say anything, you add. “AS FRIENDS!”

Your best friends exchange glances and look back at you. You squint at them. Both of them had a glint of malice in their eyes, but they were trying their best to hide it from you, probably because they know if they interrupt you, you won’t tell them any details. But they know you know. Jimin nods, encouraging you to continue.

“So, yeah, as friends. And why am I telling you this? I need you to cover for me if Jungkook asks my whereabouts”, Eunjoo looks at you dumbfounded, probably thinking you were about to talk to Jimin about your secret arrangements with Jungkook. “He’s invited me to be his assistant at a project this weekend and I don’t really want to go, so I told him Namjoon and I are gonna go visit our mom’s older sister. It’s all set, I already spoke to my brother, he’s spending the weekend over at his mysterious girlfriend’s place. So, anyway, if he asks...”

“It’s not like a talk to Jungkook when you’re not around anyways”, Eunjoo shrugs, looking from Jimin to you.

One of the best things about Eunjoo is that both yours and hers’ demeanors are extremely similar. You two are really connected, to the point that she knows what you’re thinking and vice versa. You act and think very much like each other, so, in these situations she always knows how to react. Which comes in handy, since you have to lie more often than not to your friends because of your Jungkook situation.

“Why don’t you ask this favour to Taetae?” He asks, saying his own other best friend’s name in an affected way. “Since you two are so close right now”.

“You’re jealous of Taehyung? You’re cute” You laugh, reaching for his own chubby cheeks this time around. “You know you’re my top one, Chim, cut this crap. But seriously, though, can I count on you?”

“Sure, sweetums, I got you covered”, Jimin winks at you. “Ok, can I order? Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?”

“No. But can’t you talk while you drink your coffee?” You ask him, furrowing your brows.

“No, I want to drink my coffee in peace”, Jimin answers you, as he waves to the waitress.

Jimin’s a character. You smile to yourself, as your two best friends engage in some other conversation. You really didn’t pay much attention to it, too involved in your own thoughts. You take a sip of your own coffee, basking in the warm sensation it left on your tongue.

You couldn’t help but to think about Jin. You miss him. Since he left your house yesterday, you hadn’t had the opportunity to catch up on one another. He texted you good night and that’s it. Did you say something you weren’t supposed to? If you did, it means your weekend plans are cancelled, right?

There was only one way to find out.

You [3:19 am]: are u still alive? u have sent me 0 memes since yesterday

jin [3:20 am]:

jin [3:20 am]: there you go

You [3:20 am]: oh jin, this is so bad

You [3:20 am]: but I’m happy to know you’re alive

jin [3:20 am]: yup, alive

jin [3:20 am]: just a lil busy

jin [3:20 am]: i cant die yet im taking you to jeju, remeber?

jin [3:20 am]: so, what’s up?

You [3:20 am]:

You [3:20 am]: coffee with these two

jin [3:20 am]: tell them i said hi

You [3:20 am]: will do

You [3:20 am]: so, how’s work?

You two engage in this conversation via text message, as you listen to Jimin and Eunjoo talking non-stop around you. One of them would certainly complain at some point, but for now, you just wanted to talk to Seokjin. It feels nice. It feels right.

Maybe a little too nice and too right.

I’ve always seen that libras are compatible so I’m thinking of best friend Jimin and libra!oc hanging out and watching tiktoks next to each other and poking each other on the shoulder to share the funny/cool ones and then the night ending in a cuddly sleepover 😭

just say goodnight n go | chapter 02

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 7.5k

18+ | warnings ↠ grivieng character, a little bit of jealousy, swearing, smut and cheating.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ ok you guys so this is the first smut scene I’ve written in my life I’M NERVOUS I’M SORRY. I hope you enjoy it :) Feedback is always appreciated

INDEX ↠ prologue | 01 | 02

When you returned, you didn’t realize that the term was so close to start, there were so many things running through your mind back then… Fortunately, Namjoon has found the perfect apartment for you. It was a one-bedroom apartment and you two had to give up on having a living room, since your brother decided to transform it into his bedroom. It made sense, though. You two were way too old to share one bedroom and having a living room wasn’t that important anyway.

Unfortunately, it meant he’d have to leave the frat house to live with you, but he said he didn’t mind. You told him many times you’d find another roommate, but he refused, he told you he wanted you to be a family again. He did a great job with the search, the location of your new home is good, the place isn’t extremely small, the landlord doesn’t hate young people and it fits your budget. It was pretty much perfect. Plus, you could not wait to have a place to call yours again.

Yoongi had decided to stay with one of his friends for the time being, so Eunjoo could still give you shelter until you moved to your new place. Later, you found out that the friend Yoongi was staying with was Jin. So, you started seeing Jin a little more often than you thought you would, he’d been over to Eunjoo’s place a couple of times when Yoongi came to see her.

Not that it was a problem, because you liked his company and he was a delightful person to have around. Especially, when you were feeling down, his sense of humour had the power to lighten up your mood. He was a really funny person and you could value a person with a good sense of humour. And even when his jokes didn’t land, you would laugh at the silly face he had whenever it happened.

In the past weeks, you have learned a lot about him. And even about Yoongi, since the two of them were very close friends (you had no idea Yoongi was close to anyone except Eunjoo). Enjoo was with Yoongi for over a year now and you just realized you didn’t know him as well as expected, since he was your best friend’s significant other. Perhaps he really was a low profile guy.

Seokjin came from a traditional family, so did Yoongi. They’ve known each other since they were little, their parents were partners in their law firm. Jin had a complicated relationship with his family, and from what you could gather they were loaded. Apparently, they were all lawyers. He was in law school, obviously, but not because he wanted to, they expected him to. He told you his dream was to be a chef, actually. He loved cooking (and he was good at it, according to Yoongi).

His movie taste wasn’t so bad, he knew some nice stuff and was willing to learn more from you, which you thought was super cute. He loves seafood and knows how to make sashimi (he promised he’d prepare it for you sometime soon). His fingers were crooked at the tip and he felt really annoyed when someone pointed it out. He pouts when he whines and he starts talking super fast in the process, sometimes it’s hard to understand what he’s saying. And he knew how fucking handsome he looked, he tried to hide it under jokes, saying he was “worldwide handsome” and whatever. But you know he knows, the way he looks at people straight into their eyes, always confident, comfortable in his own skin. Self conscious people do not stare. You know this, because you were one yourself and he’s not one of us. But could you even blame him? He was divine.

Yeah… He was all that… And he was super into you, he didn’t even need to state it, it was pretty clear and he kinda did it already that night at the frat house. Also Eunjoo kept telling you that. If you weren’t wrapped around someone else’s finger, you’d probably be super into him as well.

You didn’t own many things, nor did Namjoon. So moving into your new apartment was relatively easy. As easy as a move can be. The boys helped you a lot, even Seokjin offered Namjoon a hand with the move and Jungkook was in a mood because of that. Eunjoo helped you unpack your (and also most of Namjoon’s) clothes. Movings were always extremely tiring, but you tried to stay positive, for this felt like a fresh start to you. Since you and your brother went to college, this is the first time you had the chance to have your own place, so it felt good. You felt independent and maybe even free.

It’s been two weeks since you moved and sometimes you still catch yourself sitting on your sink countertop, looking at the second hand stove you bought online and thanking God (you didn’t really believe in God, but who cares) for your luck. To other people, it may sound trashy, but this is really the start of something for you. Some other times, you felt your heart weight with the thought that all of this was only possible due to your mother’s death. On days like this, you just repeat to yourself what your brother always says “it all passes”. You hold onto that and all you can do is hope it’s true.

This new life of yours always leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

As you’d be alone today, you had to find something to do by yourself. Namjoon went on a fieldwork trip, since he was deep into his research about bryophytes. You still had no idea what bryophytes were, even though he tried to explain it to you at least a hundred times. Unlike him, you’ve always hated Biology. Yes, plants and animals are nice, we need to breathe and all, but studying cells and whatever else Namjoon studies didn’t spark your interest at all.

This thought reminds you to water his plants. And it reminds you of the promise you made: if you felt sad, you would call him right away. Eunjoo and Jimin made you promise that too. You didn’t call anyone, though. Were you breaking your promises? Yes, because there was a lump that apparently wasn’t gonna leave your throat any time soon, but you needed some “you” time. Even though your “you” time right now meant going through some pain and crying a little, it was part of the process.

Joonie kept his white watering can near the window in his bedroom. His bedroom was a terrible mess, his bed was unmade and there were unwashed clothes scattered all over the floor, but he took such good care of his plants, it was cute and nasty at the same time. He had some cactuses on the window sill and some other plants (that of course, you had no idea of the species or whatever) outside on the balcony.

Yes, since his bedroom was actually the apartment’s living room, the balcony was part of “his room”. You had free access to it, though, as long as he didn’t have any company, of course. You lean on your balcony grid, noticing the beautiful colors in the early evening sky, purple and pinkish tones outline the black shapes of the city against it, as the sun sets somewhere on the horizon.

For a moment, this striking beauty makes you forget about your life and your problems. It doesn’t last long, alas. Contemplating the sunrise reminded you that you were alone. You look inside your house and the silence makes you quiver, not that you were scared, it just made you uncomfortable.

Yeah, it was your first weekend totally alone in your new apartment in a new neighborhood. No, but you would be fine, really. You could order some take-out and you were almost sure there was a new season of RuPaul’s Drag Race available on Netflix. And maybe, just maybe, you could study, right? After all, the term has started.

Then, you hear your phone ringing. After jumping with the scare and splashing a little bit of water on the floor, you put Namjoon’s watering can back in its place and walk towards your bedroom, where you find your phone on your bed and you swear you feel your heartbeat in your ears when you see who is calling.

kookie

iPhone

“Hey, Kook”.

“Hey, babe. What are you up to?”, you can tell he’s smiling as he calls you by your pet name.

“Nothing much, I’ve been reading, just watered Joonie’s plants… And yeah, that’s pretty much it”, you laugh. “How’s work?”

“Well, I’ve been carrying lenses and tripods around all day long, but that’s the dream, right?”, he cuckles on the other end. “So… any plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, I got a date”.

“You do?”

“Yeah, with RuPaul’s Drag Race and an old bottle of vodka Namjoon brought home the other day”.

“Ha-ha. Very funny”, he says awkwardly, his voice less tense.

It was how you coped with this whole Jungkook situation, with a few snarky remarks here and there and some jokes. Yes, a twisted way to deal with your own feelings, you know. You knew you had no right to feel any type of way, you were never his girlfriend. But can anyone blame you? He was the one texting and calling you pretty much everyday. Yes, you knew it wasn’t ok, it wasn’t right, Eunjoo must have told you that like a zillion times already.

But why did it feel so good?

Why didn’t he keep his distance? You had no strings attached to anybody, he had. And so far, nothing’s happened. You were just back at being friends. Like, very good friends. But you have always been very good friends, so it was really not a big deal. Yet you liked teasing, since, for some reason, he still thinks he’s got the right to be jealous of you.

“I’m already in my pjs and my plans involve not getting out of bed for the rest of the night”.

“Are you sure you’re 22? You sound more like 82”.

“Ha-ha”, it was now your turn to use your fake laughter.

“You should be getting ready to go clubbing or something”.

“Yeah… I’m not in the mood to do that yet”, you state.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“What’s like being alone since…?”

“Well, everything’s been shitty since it happened… So it’s shitty, but it’s good being alone too, right? I’ve been thinking a lot about stufft”.

“Don’t overthink, though”.

“I’ll try”.

More silence. You know it’s hard for people to deal with a grieving person. Most of the time, they don’t know what to say to you and you just want them to know it’s ok, they don’t really need to say anything. It’s your own process that matters at the end of the day, you know advices won’t be of any help.

“Hey, babe… I gotta go. Filming’s about to wrap and I’m being summoned by the PD. Gotta carry more lenses and tripods around, y’know?”

You laugh lightly. Talking to Jungkook was always so easy and natural to you.

“Ok, Kookie. Text me when you can”.

“Love when you call me Kookie…”, he sounds so loving, you feel like your heart is about to break out of your rib cage and throw itself to the floor and you’d just drop dead beside it. “Anyway, babe… Gotta go. See you later”, he emphasizes the pet name and it all felt so right. Just as things should really be.

“Bye, Kookie”.

You hang up and there’s the bittersweet taste in your mouth again. This is how things should be, yet they aren’t. He isn’t yours, but he acts like he is. He shouldn’t be calling you his babe, but he does. You weren’t his babe, you needed to understand that. Well, your mind did, but your heart just refused.

You chose to ignore the existence of Seulki, but you know that’s extremely shitty of you. Sooner or later, you’d end up meeting her and you know you’re only making it more difficult for you. You were acting like nothing else in the world matters, except your feelings.

You were tired of acknowledging everyone’s feelings over your own, though. You had to deal with the absence of your mother and the absence of Jungkook too? All of this at the same time? If he wanted to be in your life, you weren’t the one pushing him away.

You look at your phone again. 6:28 pm. You were hungry already. Would it be too bad to order your take-out already? Who cares? Namjoon isn’t here to call you “halmoni” for dining early, so you gave exactly zero fucks.

Instead of watching the new season of Drag Race, you find yourself rewatching the fourth season. You read somewhere that rewatching shows and rereading books comforts people who find themselves in difficult situations, so you decided to give it a shot. You also lit up a scented cinnamon candle to build up a relaxing atmosphere. So far, it was working.

Suddenly, your intercom goes off. You answer it and, as expected, your Chinese take-out has arrived. Peace. For the first time in many, many months. You felt ok being by yourself, being in your own company.

Of course, you did cry until your eyeballs were all read a few minutes ago, but… well. Fuck it. You had every right.

You press play and Sharon Needles’ voice fills the room again. You loved her. Edgy, talented, brilliant, show stopping, never the same. And the food was delicious, also a good choice.

Somewhere between sequins, feathers and a great deal of make-up on your screen, your intercom goes off again. You weren’t really expecting any company tonight, so it scares you a bit. It could be Jimin surprising you, though. You pause the show again.

After pondering for a few seconds, you decide not to answer it, you’re absolutely sure it’s none of your friends. You remember Jimin saying he and Taehyung were going clubbing tonight, so it wasn’t him. You know Eunjoo was at Yoongi’s and no one else would show up uninvited.

You hear your phone dinging and snap your head in its direction, looking straight to its screen. Then, you sigh in relief. Not today, Hannibal Lecter.

7:21 pm [kookie]

— you told me you were gonna be home today 👀

— where r u, babe?

7:21 pm [you]

— ?

— i AM home

7:21 pm [kookie]

— looking cozy, babe

— but go answer the intercom its me

With you brows furrowed, you look outside your window and see Jungkook standing on the sidewalk. It’s Saturday night, why was he here?

7:22 pm [you]

— try again

A couple of seconds after texting him back, the intercom rings again. Since you know it’s Jungkook, you just run to your kitchen, not really picking it up, only pressing the button that opens up the gate, so he could come in. A minute later, he knocks. He never rings the doorbell, God knows why. You were by the door, waiting for him since he called, but you took a few seconds before opening the door, so you wouldn’t look too desperate to see him. You were desperate to see him, but he definitely did not need to know that.

You open the door and you catch him leaning over the door frame, looking a little tired. Even after an entire day of work, he still looked absolutely stunning wearing a plain black shirt (that made his chest muscles stand out) and a pair of light ripped jeans that also made his leg muscles stand out. Like, he looked insanely hot. You also notice his eyes looked profusely dark, while on his lips hanged a smirk. You knew very well what was running through his mind.

He doesn’t waste his time with greetings or anything else, before you manage to say “hi”, he has both hands on you. One on the back of your neck and the other on your lower back, dangerously close to your ass, while his lips were instantly on yours. He kissed you hungrily, like he never did before. Or maybe you’ve just forgotten how kissing someone feels like. The bittersweet taste that lingered in your mouth instantly vanishing with how sweet Jungkook’s lips tasted on yours.

And you were again completely and undeniably under his spell, you were sure now, as soon as his lips landed on yours, you were sure. You tried convincing yourself that you didn’t miss him, that you didn’t miss his touch. But it was all bullshit.

It feels like he’s the only man in this world to you right now. He barely touched you and you already felt your excitement building inside, damping your folds. You couldn’t believe that after all this time you were back into his arms. And truthfully, you didn’t wish to be anywhere else, nor with anyone else. His touch is so familiar, the warmth of his hands on your skin, the taste of his lips on yours… Where they belonged.

He pushes you inside your house and closes your front door with a not so gentle back kick, one that would have you complaining if your lips weren’t much busier right now.

He breaks the kiss and looks at you, searching for your eyes. In his own eyes, you saw a lustful fire, just like the day you were back. Only this time, you probably had the same fire in yours as well.

“Surprise”, he whispers to you, the side of his lip turning upwards.

He throws you against the door and your back hits it with a thud. Before you could blink, he had his hands around your neck and you felt his hot breath against your ear.

“Did you miss me touching you like this?” He whispers with a husky voice in your ear and you feel his teeth biting your earlobe softly.

You could barely think of an answer. The anticipation in you was so strong, the only thing you could think of doing was to crush his lips with yours again. And so you did, your tongue not waiting for his approval, claiming his mouth as soon as yours touched his. He doesn’t stop you, in fact, he responds with the same urge, his taste nearly silencing all your thoughts. His hands travel from your lower back to your ass, which he grabs vigorously, making you gasp.

“If you don’t talk to me, I can’t keep going, babe”, he breaks the kiss. Where your lips were on seconds ago, now hangs a malicious smirk. “I don’t wanna do anything you don’t wanna do… And unless you tell me what to do, I won’t know”.

He knows the words get stuck in your throat when it comes to talking about feelings. Even worse for dirty talking. You just feel… shy. He always insists, though. And you end up always saying some cringy shit.

“Yeah, Kook, I missed you…”, with all the willpower left in you, you manage to say… that.

“But how much, babe?”

“Very much”.

The hand resting on your ass moves straight to your mound, guarded only by your cotton pajama shorts. His index and middle fingers pressing strongly against your clit and his movements feel like electricity spreading throughout your body, making you squirm with his sudden touch.

“How. Much?”, he continues with a husky hot whisper in your ear.

“Let me show you how much”, you say as you place your hand on his already semi hard dick, protected by the jeans pants he’s wearing.

You look into his dark igneous eyes. The hand he has resting firmly on the back of your neck moves fastly to your neck, where he squeezes it softly, but tightly. Making you gasp again with the sudden difficulty to breathe. You let go of the grip you had on his dick, that hardened even more under your touch, to hold his wrist, not to stop him, but to encourage him to continue.

“You don’t give me head unless you’re told, have you forgotten how it works?” , he groans and the needy tone of his voice makes you weak on your knees. “I want to hear your answer, babe… I’ll make you show me how much you’ve missed me later”

And of course his demanding eyes have you convinced, how could you resist? Could anyone resist? That’s the question.

“I missed your hands around my neck”, you start holding both his wrists softly, your tone so low, he had to concentrate on listening to you. “I missed your kisses… I missed your hands pleasuring me… I missed your cock like this… Hard”, you say that as you get one of your hands back on his hard cock, grabbing it firmly, so he’d feel your touch through his jeans. He heaves under your touch. “But more than anything… I miss feeling you inside of me, Kook”, you continue, looking into his eyes. With such a confident tone, it surprised you, you had absolutely no idea where all of this came from. But it seems to be working.

He looks at you amazed, as if he couldn’t really believe you just said these things. Groaning, he slides his fingers inside your shorts and you feel its hot touch against your clit in a circular motion, making you feel so good as you get wetter, if that’s possible. You couldn’t stop a faint moan from escaping you, feeling his finger work their magic inside of you.

Suddenly, he slides both of his index and middle fingers inside your folds, without any kind of warning. He feels your wetness against his touch and as he tightens the grip on your neck, he starts thrusting and bending his fingers against your wet walls, sending electricity through your veins.

Feeling the trance, the shortness of breath and Jungkook’s fingers inside of you, all at the same time, you moan again, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.

“Louder”, he commands as he quickens up the pace of his thrusts inside your cunt.

And of course you obey him, not really giving a shit if your neighbors would hear you (they would, for sure). You put eight fucking months of repressed desire for this guy in your high pitched moan. As it hits Jungkook’s ears, he lets out a deep breath and pulls his fingers out of your folds, leaving a sense of emptiness inside of you.

“You’re so fucking wet right now”, he lets out an annoyingly sexy laugh and continues. “Didn’t you say you fucked other guys when you were away? I don’t think you did… You’re too wet for someone who’s fucked recently”.

You pretend you didn’t hear it. And he continues.

“Feeling how wet you are right now, I bet you were waiting for me, weren’t you? That’s my girl”.

The hand he had resting on your neck slides down, inside of your light blue pajama shirt (luckily you weren’t wearing your Scooby Doo pjs tonight), cupping one of your boobs and squeezing them firmly. It has you sighing heavily and with Jungkook’s grip out of your throat, you could actually breathe again. He notices your heavy breathing and keeps on talking.

“You know you can’t find this anywhere else, right? No one can get you wet only by touching you… like I do, babe. There’s no one like me”, he squeezes your bob one more time to show you he expected an answer. “I asked you a question, babe…”

“Y-Yes…”

“So fucking say it… There’s no one like me, tell me you’re mine”, he hisses.

“There is no one like you, Kookie”

“What else?”

“I’m yours, Kookie!”

You look him in the eye. It was true. He kisses you again, his tongue desperate for yours. And even though the kiss was rough, his lips felt like silk against yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you corresponded his urgency with the same intensity. His taste intoxicating you to a point it’s even hard to breathe.

“Why did you lie to me, then?”, he murmurs against your lips.

You kinda freeze. In fact, there was a very specific explanation. Was it worth it, though? Saying well: “I was jealous, because I thought you didn’t want me, since you got yourself a fucking girlfriend and I’m also a very proud person so I didn’t wanna admit I want you more than anything”. He clearly wants you, so fuck it. And you know he gets pissed when you’re silent during sex, so you’d keep silent just to tease him.

He seems to notice something change, maybe you were even smirking against his lips right now, who knows? You’re so deep into this moment you barely think of your actions. He breaks the kiss, furrowing his brows and stepping back. You’re confused for a second, but when you notice he’s unbuckling his black leather belt, you can feel the anticipation in your stomach.

“Since you won’t talk to me, I’ll keep your mouth busy. Knees on the floor”, he says as he unzips his pants. You obey him, never averting his intense gaze. You fucking love this. He looks down on you, with a commanding, almost cruel expression. “You know what to do, don’t you?”

You nod.

“Then do it”.

Sliding your hands inside his gray boxers, you caress his cock with the tip of your fingers, teasing him. He growls and pulls your hair from behind your head with a tight grip, turning your face up so he can look at you. You smile and open your mouth, showing him the full length of your tongue. He sticks his thumb inside your mouth, pressing it onto your tongue. You wrap your lips around it, as you lick its tip. This has Jungkook’s eyes glisten with lust as a light moan escapes from his gaping mouth.

“I want you to fucking choke on me, babe, show me how much you fucking miss me”, he murmurs between gritted teeth.

The thing about sex with him is… You can’t say no. Ever. You like to tease, but he knows you do that only to have him manhandling you even more.

With your hand inside his boxers, you grab his cock firmly, wrapping your hands around it and pulling it out of his underpants. You look at it for a second, fully hardened in your hands, the tip angrily reddish. Honestly, it’s the most beautiful dick you’ve seen in your life.

You lick its tip very slowly, just to tease him a bit more. You see his chest going up and down slowly, as if he’s having a hard time controlling his reaction. You don’t even allow him to think about complaining, quickly covering its full length with your tongue, looking into his eyes until he closes them.

Allowing the pleasure waves to take over him, he throws his head back, as you’d wrapped your lips around him, taking in the full length of his cock inside of your mouth.

You shift from long and slow licks, from top to bottom, to fast open mouthed licks to the tip, almost as if you were French kissing his dick, playing with its tip with your moist and warm tongue.

“Ngahh… Yeah, babe… Just like that”, he says as he looks at you, his breathing was loud, fanning hot air against your sweaty cheeks.

Having him here in your house, calling you his babe, with his cock filling your mouth and having him squirm under your touch was all you wanted. You feel your heart racing, you couldn’t tell if it was because you were happy or horny. Maybe both.

He throws his head back again as you continue to suck it, eagerly, taking him even further down your throat, while licking the base of his cock vigorously. He was starting to get totally lost, you could feel it in the way he was trying to steady himself on his knees. The way he was giving himself to you made you even more hungry from him, he was completely in this moment with you, allowing you to do whatever you wanted.

He starts thrusting his cock softly, holding your hair in a kind of a messy ponytail. You can see he won’t last much longer, for his thrusts are getting a little out of pace, he opens his eyes and you see they were completely taken over by a dark shadow of pleasure and lust. His brows were furrowed. He was concentrating on the sight of your lips wrapped around him and you were giving him the full show.

You slowed down your pace, allowing him to slowly thrust inside your mouth in his own rhythm. The whole thing was so sexy, you were so eager for him, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

“If—you don’t stop…” he says as he places his hand on your cheek, while the other one still holds your hair. “I’m gonna—cum”.

You moan softly, grabbing hold of his base as you use your hands to pleasure him while you licked and sucked his wincing tip.

“Nah… Stop”, he pulls his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop.

You shoot him a confused look, as he helps you on your feet. He leans in and pecks your lips. His hard wet cock being pressed into your covered mound as your bodies’ distance disappears makes your insides flip in anticipation.

“After all this time not being able to actually fuck you…” he emphasizes the word fuck, looking at you with his deep lustful gaze, forcing you to let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I want to cum deep inside this fucking pussy”.

And just like that, he’s sliding his index finger inside your folds again, to feel your wetness again. He smirks. Your breathing was so loud, you were pretty sure even your neighbors could hear you through the walls.

“You’re so ready for me, babe, aren’t you?” he asks you in a husky voice, thrusting with his fingers at a very slow pace. You shake your head in a desperate way, agreeing. “I know you only get wet like this for me”.

You hum lazily in agreement, feeling the trance of his fingers inside you.

“Do you want me to cum inside of you?—I want to hear your answer”, he hisses the last part through his teeth.

“Y-yes”.

“Tell me I’m the only one who gets to cum inside of you”

“You are, K-Kookie”.

“Am I what, Y/n? I didn’t catch that”.

“You’re the only one who can cum inside me”.

“Yeah, you bet. Then fucking take me to your bed, that’s where I want to fuck you. I want to be the first one to fuck you in there, so you won’t forget who owns you”, he whispers in your ear, then he bites it, not as soft as before.

At this point, you had no control over yourself, you’d do whatever he asks you to. You hold his hand, entwining your fingers. Doing this after so long makes you feel funny, but not bad, though.

Did all this mean he wasn’t with Seulki anymore? You are not sure if you want to know. The less you know the better, in this case. You lead him to your bedroom, where the container of your take-out still lays beside your laptop on your bed.

“I like how you docarated it”, he says casually, like you weren’t almost choking on his dick a minute ago. The dark in his eyes softened.

“Thanks”, you manage to say as you throw the stuff to the floor. “I want to add a little more color, though”.

“It’ll look nice”, he shoots you a soft smile.

You start to feel awkward with this whole situation, having him here after the momentum has passed talking about home decoration. Now you remember saying the things you said in the heat of the moment and you just wanted to lock yourself in the bathroom until he went away. One minute he was a man possessed with such a dirty mouth, on the other he was complimenting the new furniture in your bedroom. He’s always been a walking and talking mystery to you then and he still is now.

Then, you feel his touch again and all the anxiety just vanishes. As simple as that, Jungkook was like a drug or something and you never really tried to resist. He hugs you from behind, his toned arms making you feel so tiny as you feel his lips on your neck, leaving wet kisses on the sensitive skin. You feel weak on your knees as he starts biting the flesh of your neck, probably leaving marks that you’d have to cover with makeup tomorrow. But fuck it, you just wanted to be his.

His tattooed hand grabs hold of the hem of your pajama shirt, then the other one follows, while he is still concentrating his lips on your neck and you feel yourself lose the last bit of self control you held. He starts pulling your shirt up, finding no resistance in you, as you throw your arms up and he tosses it somewhere in your bedroom.

“Turn around, let me see you”, he whispers against the hot flesh of your neck.

You do as he says, his eyes trailing from your boobs to your face.

“Fuck it, give me my sin again” He leans in for another rough kiss, one you’re sure will leave both of your lips swollen from the intensity. Your naked upper body pressed against his muscular covered chest. He pushes you onto your bed and lays on top of you right after, making you feel the weight of his body on yours and the touch of his hard cock against your mound.

“You’re so fucking hot…”, his gaze gets even more intense. “You’re mine, you realize that, right?”, he says as his hand reaches for your ass and squeezes its cheek harshly. “All mine”.

You agree with a slight nod. There was no point in denying it anyway. It was true and you both knew it. He had his lips back on your neck, marking you with hickeys all over the place. You just lost yourself to his touch and how he made you feel wanted and desired, allowing the pleasure to take over you.

“This fucking ass belongs to me and to me alone…”, he continues.

You hum in agreement. He lifts his head and looks at you, he’s got his damn smirk back. The smirk that lives in your mind rent free, the one you couldn’t stop thinking about for eight fucking months.

“Oh, Y/n, when you look at me like this, I swear… Are you still gonna keep on trying to make me jealous with that Kim Seokjin guy?”

He has you gagging. At that moment, you didn’t even remember Jin existed. Why was he talking about him, for fuck’s sake?

You felt… weird now?

“Are you?”, he asks again, as he slides your shorts down your legs, slowly. Exposing your complete nakedness.

“Stop talking about him…”, you whisper as you close your eyes. It just felt wrong.

“Why, babe?” he bites softly the inside of your calf. “Why can’t I talk about that punk, huh? He’s been trying to get what’s mine and I don’t like that”.

Did he have to bring Jin into his fucking dirty talk? He has been nothing but sweet to you and you really didn’t feel like playing this game with Jungkook. You say nothing.

“Don’t want to talk about your friend?”, he pouts and you shake your head. You really didn’t want to involve Jin, it just crossed a line you didn’t know was there in the first place. “Let me make you forget about him, then.”

Jungkook’s head gets closer to your body again, only this time he has his tongue against your clit, drawing circles with it, slow and soft ones. You moan loud this time, the pleasure being too much to handle in silence and he hums against the sensitive skin. He slides his index finger inside of you, curling it yet again against your wet hot walls. You were so wet you could hear yourself, it was embarrassing.

“Oh, babe, you’re so ready for me… So wet…”

You lift your head to look at him. He stares at you back and his expression looks wild, you love it. You smirk at him and agree with your head.

“I am… Kook, just fuck me already”.

He looks at you in pure amazement, his eyes full of lust again.

“You want it that bad, huh? I can feel it” Jungkook pulls his finger out of you and licks it, tasting your wetness on it. He knows you lose it everytime he does that and you’re indeed long lost right now, your sanity flying out your window.

“Please, Kookie”, you whine.

He groans as he takes off his black shirt hastily, next he takes off his ripped jeans and, finally, his also black boxers. He tosses his clothes somewhere onto the floor of your bedroom, just like your pjs, not really caring where they land.

Then, he decides to turn off the lights. The lights coming from the window add different colors to the scene happening inside your bedroom. He was a photography director through and through, indeed. You see him taking something from his pants on the floor and the sound of plastic being unwrapped meant it was probably a condom. Thank God, because you weren’t taking the pill and you were so done for, you didn’t even think about protection.

Jungkook then turns around and crawls back into your bed, while you are still laying on your back. Your eyes never leaving his softly lit body, his insane abs that shouldn’t even be allowed shirtless near you for the sake of your sanity. Suddenly, his hands grab your waist and turn you around.

He lays on top of your naked body, pressing his cock against your ass, his hands on each side of your head supporting his strong body as he hovers over yours. You can hear his loud breathing and vice versa.

“On all fours”, his hoarse voice commanded, breath fanning against the back of your neck, making you shiver.

You bend your knees and stretch your arms on the mattress, finding a comfortable angle to position your ass, since you know this is Jungkook’s favorite position and he can get a little too intense sometimes.

You feel the tip of his cock touching your ass, which has you moaning lightly in anticipation. He seems to enjoy it and the next thing you know, he’s pushing his cock inside your folds, without much ceremony.

You gasp and it seems like the world is spinning, with Jungkook thrusts harshly into you. You take his full length in each thrust, feeling the pleasing pain deep inside you. Then he slides out of you very slowly, angling himself to hit all the right spots against your warm and wet walls.

“I wanted to be inside you so bad, babe…”, he says as he squeezes your ass with his large warm hand. “Let me hear you”.

Jungkook’s thrusts start to get faster, picking up an intense pace. Each thud making you moan louder and louder. You can’t even keep your mind straight, you don’t think about the embarrassment you’ll go through tomorrow morning if you faced one of your neighbors. He knew how to give it to you so good, his cock buried so deep inside you, he has you holding your bed sheets in a tight grip.

“Yeah, babe, let everyone know only I can make you moan like this”, he slaps your ass, probably leaving a mark where his hand landed. You knew you were so done for. You were so lost into him, into this moment. Everything this guy did and said to you was so fucking sexy. “Tell me you’re mine!”

“I am- yours!”, you whine in return. It’s more of a confession than anything, in the middle of all of this dirty stuff. He moans as soon as your response gets to his ears, which has you weak on your knees. “Oh, my God, Kook!”

“What? Say it”, he asks a bit desperately.

“I’ve missed us s-so much”, you cry out.

His moaning was too much for you. You start to feel your climax building inside your core, squeezing him tightly as Jungkook thrusted in and out of you, in an insanely pleasurable pace, hitting all the right spots inside of you.

Your hips trying to keep up with his lunges, the feeling so intense, so overwhelming. You were pretty sure you started to moan even louder than before, your breathing was so heavy you were starting to feel breathless. He notices you weren’t going to last much longer and pulls out of you hastily, leaving an emptiness behind.

He held your hips tightly with his hot hands, making you lay on your back. His intense gaze finding your eyes, there was such a connection between the two of you in this moment.

“I want you to look at me while you cum”, he says bluntly.

The words go straight to your core, making you squirm under his gaze. He parts your legs with his hands and nestles himself between them, positioning the tip of his cock in your folds. He holds his weight with his strong hands besides your head, his forehead touching yours, eyes on yours.

Then he’s inside you again, thrusting hungrily, so deep inside you it hurts. Your walls were squeezing him and squelching with his hard thuds.

“You’re so fucking tight!”

He brings his lips down to yours, his tongue instantly inside your mouth chasing yours. It was like you were losing track of time and space. It was a rough and kinda sloppy kiss, the pleasure in you so intense you couldn’t even control yourself, you couldn’t think straight.

“I’m c-cumming, babe…”, you whisper against Jungkook’s lips and he hums in agreement, almost in a light moan.

“Yes, babe, cum all over my cock!”

It was it for you. You felt the ecstasy exploding throughout your body as it felt numb with the waves of pleasure flowing through your veins. It’s like the world has stopped for a few seconds and there’s nothing but the overwhelming feeling between your legs. Jungkook’s mouth on yours making your moans sound a little softer.

“Fuck, babe, you’ll be the death of me… You’re so fucking tight!”, he whispers in a husky voice against your mouth.

He keeps on thrusting, getting sloppier in each movement. You keep on moaning, so sensitive after climaxing you could just faint in his arms.

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside”, you grunted.

He holds your gaze for less than a second. He knows what it means having you ask him to do that. It means he’s the only one in your life right now. Actually, he’s been the only one for you since you two met.

“Say my n-name”, he commands.

“Are you cumming, Kook? Please, do it deep inside me, babe”.

And he was also done for, listening to your needy pleas. You feel his legs shaking beside your body as his cock jerked inside of you as he thrusted inside your folds one last time. He grunts, his breath fanning lightly against your face.

He lets out a breathless chuckle and pulls out of you. Both of your chests heaving up and down harshly. Jungkook then throws himself beside you on the bed, resting his head on the crook of your neck, pecking its skin softly.

“Y/n, there’s only one problem…”

“What?” You ask him, lifting one of your brows, trying to look at him while his face is still in the same place.

“You called me babe, I never told you you could call me that…”, he pecks your neck one more time, resting his tattooed arm on you. “You need to be more creative, babe is my thing to you”.

“Oh, yeah? Ok… I’m sure I can think of a better pet name than simply babe”, you tease.

“Hey, what’s wrong with being my babe now?”, he lifts his head, looking at you while trying to suppress a smile.

“Nothing”, you answer him and peck his lips.

You were exhausted. He was too, since he didn’t say anything back and a few seconds later he had his face buried in the crook of your neck again. It all felt so familiar to you, this moment made you feel like nothing had changed. It made you forget things have indeed changed. His touch, his gaze, the things he said to you, laying in bed and falling asleep together after tiring each other out. It seems like things were going back to their place, at least, part of them. Maybe this meant he was about to break up with Seulki. After today, how could he not? Anyway, this is a future you’s problem.

All you could think of now was how right it all felt. And you fell asleep in his arms.

This chapter is so good!!!!!

𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

SUMMARY: There’s only one subject in school, Noel Kaim’s party. Tom and Harrison think it will be cool to show up, but (Y/N) has other plans.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 7.8K 

WARNINGS: Underage drink, a little smut.

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Being in school was almost torture if you didn’t like Noel Kaim because everyone around seemed to be talking about one thing and one thing only, Noel’s party. They were excited about it because every year it got plenty of good gossips to feed everyone for a full month. Couples were made along with fights, drunk friendships and one night stands that everyone ended up knowing about, no matter how secretive they wanted to be about it.

(Y/N) saw those parties in a very different way. Guys were always trying to talk to her so maybe they could hit that and they were never the ones she wanted to be with, disrespectful most of the times. People were trying to befriend her so they could take advantage of it, with she only wanting to drink something and spend the whole night on the dancefloor, maybe flirting with a few guys when she felt like it. And to be honest, she was kind of sick of it, wanting nothing more to skip this year’s party.

Noel wasn’t thrilled with her decision and followed her around the whole week so he could convince her of tagging along, but she was still mad about him not talking to her during vacations and about him being aggressive with her the other day. And he was everywhere she went, on her apartment, the café before classes, her mother’s office when she was over for a photoshoot, even on Saks when she went out with Courtney and Stacy for shopping. It was pissing her off.

Also, he wasn’t happy about (Y/N)’s proximity to the new London boys, the ones that everyone in school were talking about along with his party. People were wondering how it would be like to party with them, who would they hook up with or if they were even going to show up. Noel was even afraid of them dethroning him as the most popular guy in school, not that they wanted such thing. Tom hated being the centre of attention, Harrison kind of liked the attention, but there’s no way he would do anything crazy to earn it. And seeing the boys with his precious little (Y/N) infuriated him.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was loving to hang out with the boys. The night out with Tom at Vertigo was surprisingly good, and she didn’t have to worry about whether it was a date or not, because it while she was facing him, it didn’t matter anymore. And after that night, they got to hang out even more. He’d meet her at the café before class to have some pastries and a tea, she’d hang out with him and Harrison in front of the St. Jude’s entrance, he’d drive her home after class. They got so close in so little time that it was weird for both of them, but they weren’t complaining, they kind of liked it.

Harrison and (Y/N) became friends too. Of course, nothing could beat his long time friendship with Tom and her instant connection with the boy, but they liked each other’s presence. They grew into a small friendship with Tom as a bridge to connect them, and they were hanging a lot together, but (Y/N) wasn’t as opened with Harrison as she was with Tom. Maybe they didn’t have the same kind of instant connection as she had with Tom, even though she adored Haz.

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