Like Crazy | JJK (M)

Like Crazy | JJK (M)

Just your boyfriend

fingering you so good

-and u give the sloppiest head ever-

Boxer!Jungkook x Ballerina!Reader

WARNINGS: I mean..., fingering (duh), Virgin!Oc excessive wetness, rough finger fucking, pussy spanking, jungkooks big fingers, jungkook just talking in the most sexy voice, multiple orgasms, sloppy blowjob, cum play, balls😬, slight angst, oc gets insecure, spit play, very unrealistic, jungkook won't fuck her w his dick because hes convinced she'll break, and as always they wont talk abb their feelings and concerns😮‍💨 maybe next time

A/N: bet you didn't expect this as a Christmas present for yall🧚‍♀️

"Goddamn"

His fingers softly retrieve from where they were nestled between your damp folds, playing with the wetness coating his fingers, as if he were investigating a rare and valuable phenomenon.

It's as if he's preserving every detail in his mind, afraid he'll never be able to repeat this experience again.

You're naked in front of him, pink panties gathering at your ankles, his boxer short covered crotch pressing against the softness of your bare ass, hard.

Softly, he rests both damp fingers on your lips, eliciting a tiny gasp of surprise and excitement from between your slightly opened mouth. "Lick it," he grumbles, his voice husk with concentration, his stare fixed on you, watching your reaction

He waits, anticipation racing through his veins.

Would you do what he asked and hand yourself over to him? Or would you shake your head in rejection?

If you did, if you tell him no, he would instantly back off. A small nod of his head agreeing with the voice in his head.

But then, when you teasingly stick your tongue out, tasting your own wetness from his rough fingers, he lets out a sigh. A growl. Jungkook wasn't one to make much noise in bed–he preferred listening to your sounds over expressing his own. It was largely you who filled the room with groans and whines, your lips maoning his name as he made you cum with his fingers.

Because you weren't ready yet. For his dick, for his entirety. At least, that's what Jungkook would tell himself, convincing himself of your fragility. You were too delicate, too soft, like a flower in a field of rocks. Touching you, even like this, felt like a sin–a sweet, irresistible sin.

His thoughts are interrupted by your tongue, retrieving from his fingers and turning slightly to look behind you, at him. Those big eyes of your staring into his.

"I wanna cum" you whisper, no, whine.

"Again?" Jungkook's question is barely audible, the intimacy of the situation requirinv a softer tone. Hed had already pushed you over the edge in the shower earlier, when you were washing your legs and your ass accidentally brushed up against his flacid dick.

Of course, he was fingering you right now, so hed eventually make you cum. But seeing you beg like this made him dumb.

You nod in response to his question, confirming that you wanted more. Needed more.

Your hand grasps his and directs it back down to where you needed him the most. He doesn't fight it, at first, buf then his fingers move to his mouth. Collecting saliva, he focuses his stare on you, the intensity of his gaze making you shudder.

This man really had the audacity to look you in the eyes when he knew you got shy easily.

Damn him

Then he spits on his fingers, which is almost enough to drive you insane. He doesnt hesitate to slap your pussy with his now damp fingers, the abrupt contact prompting you to gasp.

But he doesn't stop, his fingers diving again into your folds, curving this time in a way that sends waves of pleasure running through you. Your legs wobble and your strength leaves your body, you squeal

Fortunately, your boyfriend is there to catch you, his strong arms supporting you. His body like a brick wall behind you, his dick still pressing against your ass as he continues to finger fuck you from behind.

Sounds of whining and from your wetness virbrate through his living room, coming to a halt when he guides you against the couch, forcing you to lean over and expose your pussy to him. Your cheeks heat up.

But as quickly as his fingers left your cunt, they were back within you, three times as fast, as you whine.

A groan escapes Jungkook's lips at the sight in front of him, your pussy stretched out, his thoughts begging him to add another finger, and he's about to when he stops himself. It's too much. It would be too much.

For you and for him, since he was convinced that if he saw your pussy wrapped around three of his ringclad fjngers, he'd nut in his fucking boxers.

Your eyes are barely open, but you still search his living room, trying to divert your attention away from the amount of pleasure Jungkook was giving you.

Your nails sink into his expensive leather couch, making you cringe as you swear you broke through the fabric. Fuck.

"Kook oh god-" you groan, rolling your eyes, as he stops finger fucking you and curls them within you.

Part of you dislikes that he's so experienced and skilled at this, and it makes you wonder how many girls he's probably done this with

You shake your head, attempting to come up with something else. Thoughts like this were counterproductive right now.

"Sugar," he lightly slaps your ass. "you with me?" He asks to make sure yiure alright.

When you nod, he grabs your shoulder and pushes you against him, staring at you. "You sure?"

Nodding again you lean to kiss him, smiling against his lips when he does so as well

"Gonna make you cum now" he whispers against your lips, because it only feels right to let you know what's coming next.

His start penetrating you at a rapid pace, each movement more urgent than the last. You knew youd be sore the next day.

The world around you seems to blur as you focus solely on the sensations, your eyes now fully closed as you let him do. Then, without warning, his rhythm quickens even more. His clothed hips pressing deeper into your ass, pushing you into the sofa even more. His free hand now trapped, caged between the soft fabric of the couch and your pussy. But, this doesn't stop him from making you cum.

One moment his fingers are curling in a 'come here' motion, the next, he's plunging them back into you with a speed that leaves your head spinning and your breath hitching in your throat.

"Gonna-"

Jungkook's fingers continue fucking you, and you can't even muster the strength to finish your sentence.

You tightly clench around his fingers, making it nearly impossible for him to push and pull. A whine, needy and desperate, escapes your throat, a single tear falling down your cheek and landing on the leather couch beneath you.

For a while, all you see is white. Your body finally allowing you to take a deep breath, the first in what feels like an eternity. As you recover from the orgasm, one final cry escapes your lips.

Jungkook's hand, still sticky, moves up to your stomach almost instantaneously. He crushes you into his chest, his lips lovingly kissing your cheek. His sweet kiss is, however, hardly recognised when you feel something else poking your ass, fitting comfortably between each cheek as if it belonged there all long.

You exhale a sigh and put your head against his chest, the room falling silent.

He carefully repositions you on his lap, spreading his legs as he settles down on the sofa, hand running up and down your tigh.

Your attention shifts between his Harley magazines on his coffee table and the view from his 10th floor window.

Did he always have such a nice view?

"Whatcha thinking of?" Jungkook asks softly, breaking the silence. His hand reaching up and brushing a stray hair away from your face.

"Nothing in particular," you say honestly, your eyes meeting his once more and you find yourself leaning in to kiss the side of his lips. The ones that are pierced by two metal rings.

Jungkook responds quickly to your kiss, his tongue gently caressing your lips. Without warning, he takes your chin and pulls you into a deeper kiss.

When you whimper in response to his gesture, a low, rumbling growl escapes from his chest.

You tense up, but as fast as you do so, you find yourself leaning into his embrace, sighing. "Wanna go clean up?" He asks quietly. His hand softly cradling your cheek.

You smile at his duality, he's serious one moment and the most loving and caring boyfriend you could ever wish for the next.

You nod in response, getting off his lap. You spot a wet stain on his grey boxers right away. "Sorry," you wince, a little ashamed.

He simply stares at you, then at the stain, liking his lips "So fucking hot," he moans before getting up with you and helping you to the bathroom.

As you clean up, the image of his boner floods your thoughts again, but before you can say anything hes got your carried back tobthe sofa where he pulls you back into his lap, one hand grabbing the remote as he scrolls through netflix

"Wanna order takeout?" His voice rings in your ears, but all you can focus on is the way youre still horny, and Jungkook was still sporting a semi beneath you

"I wanna suck your dick, Kook," you mutter, your fingers fiddling with his boxers waistline.

"I was thinking pizza-" jungkook says at the same time as you, stopping when he repeats your words in his head

Now, Jungkook would not have passed up this opportunity if he had been high. But he's sober, so he shakes his head gently. "Rest up, sugar," he says quietly, stroking your bare leg.

"But I want to," you whine, an irritated tone in your voice. "Just a little bit"

Jungkook leans back, his thoughts racing with vivid pictures as he closes his eyes, thinking. The imagines of your soft lips delicately wrapped over his manhood, a hiss leaving his lips. Memories of the last time you'd sucked him flood back to his mind. When you were both alone at your house. It was 2 am and Jungkook had gotten hard just by your ass brushing against him. "Fuck," he sighs "fine"

Your excited smile brightens the room as you settle onto the floor in front of him, anticipation written all over your fac

Jungkook quickly removes his boxers, pooling around his calves. Your attention falls on his dick, noticing hes not as hard as before. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, literally, by placing your hand around him and pumping him.

The thick veins, red tip and pearllike precum leaking out his slit making your mouth water. The trimed pubes, not too long but not short either. Jungkooks dick was a more than pleasant sight.

You weren't obsessed with sex. In fact, there were countless other things that cane to mind that were just as fun. But you werent stupid, Jungkook was hot. Your boyfriend was hot.

So sex with him, or rather oral, was peak entertainment late at night when you didnt wanna go out and do something

Sometimes you wondered why Jungkook never asked you to fuck, whenever you made out and it leaned jnto more, it always concluded with you getting fingered, oral, or you giving him mind-blowing head.

Like now

You didn't mind. The orgasms were amazing, but you still pondered why he never even attempted to initiate sex. Actual sex.

You were curious how hed feel inside. If it would hurt, as some of your ballet class mates mentioned, or if it would feel good and comfortable because you're already used to his fingers inside you.

How much of a difference would having him inside you make? How would it feel with a condom on? What would he feel like without it? Would it be an entirely new sensation? All of these thoughts raced through your head

Jungkook can't help but let out a low, throaty growl when your thumb delicately rubs over the slit, your mouth opening as you stick your tongue out and place the head of his cock on it, pumping his dick a bit faster as his precum falls on your tongue

"My pretty pretty girl" his fingers delicately gather your hair and tie it into a makeshift ponytail and presses you down his dick a bit, not enough for you to deepthroat him, but enough to cause a few tears to gather in your eyes

The show he put on in the background is long forgotten, his voice much more interesting anyway

"Fuck look at you" he smirks "so desperate to suck dick" he sets a steady pase as he helps you bob your head up and down his shaft. One tear managing to fall down your cheek, but you feel more than perfect right now.

You just hum around him, cheeks hollowing as you try to take him deepr until he touches the back of your throat "fuck yeah" he groans "thats my girl"

His compliments send you to the moon and back as you moan around his shaft, jerking off the rest that just wouldnt fit inside your tiny mouth.

After a few more pumps you release your hold on him to catch your breath, face red and tears streaming down your face as you look up at him.

Jungkooks smirking, hand reaching down to his wet dick and giving it a few sloppy jerks while you try and catch your breath. Millions of girls would kill for this view right now. You knew it. But jungkook was all yours.

The thought makes you smirk as you lean in and press a kiss to his tigh, like he did with you when he ate you out until there was no tomorrow, usually on lazy mornings.

Soon enough your lips travel down, your hand cupping his balls as you give them a squeeze before taking one in your mouth. The sight makes Jungkook throw his head back as his strokes on his cock get faster, harder. So you suck harder, switching up to the other until theyre both as wet as can be.

Jungkook's hand grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you off, bringing your face closer to where he wants you the most.

As your gazes briefly meet, your lips slightly pout. As much as this was great and all, your thoughts wander back to your earlier ones.

He didnt have an issue pleasuring you and the other way around, so why wouldnt he...

"Why won't you have sex with me?" The words come out, full with wonder and need. Curiosity and...disappointment?

Jungkook's face shifts abruptly, drawing your attention. His earlier frown of ecstasy now one of confusion. "What?" he asks, not sure whether he heard you correctly.

He stares at you, then your saliva and cum covered lips and back at your eyes

"I just... I want to know what its like...with you," you say as you sit up straighter. "Not that you have to, of course," you immediately add, not wanting to put him under any strain. "I'm just curious" You finish with a little shrug.

Jungkooks gaze falls down to his neglected dick, not paying it much attention anymore though, as he stares back at you. "Fuck i dont know sugar, i dont want to hurt you" he finally states, running a hand through his now sweaty hair "i always thought you didn't want to" he adds disappointed in himself. Did he make you feel like you werent goid enough? But then again, Jungkook wasnt exactly gentle with the girls hed been with before you. What if he hurt you?

You just stare at him for a couple more seconds before wiping your lips clean, immediately regretting having said anything in the middle of sucking him off. Good one y/n. You internally roll your eyes at your stubbornness.

Jungkook's gaze locks on yours, observing your internal conflict as you begin to regret your question. However, before you can even apologise, as you usually do, he grabs your arm and pulls you upright, yoru face inches from his

"Alright then," he smirks, kissing your cheek. "You wanna fuck? Then well fuck." He sighs "But let's take it slow." He kisses it once more, longer.

You look at him, puzzled, feeling the fabric of your panties against his still wet and hard member. Jungkook leans his back, dragging you down with him as he rips your panties down and murmurs, "sit on it." As he moves his hand to his hard shaft, which is lying against his abdomen. "Don't put it in," he goes on to say, "just sit on the base."

You just stare at him like a deer at headlights, your knees on each side of his hip, pussy few inches from his dick, his bare dick.

Letting out a shaky sigh you look back down at him, his hands reaching for your hips to steady you, telling you its okay without actually having to say much. "We dont have to-" you whisper, looking between him and his manhood, your confidence from earlier leaving you.

Betraying you.

Damnit. Fuck it.

With a shaky breath you sit down, both of you moaning when you feel his dick parting your pussy, your clit touching his tip and stimulating it as you adjust yourself.

"Fuck" jungkook mumbles when he wtaches your pussy spread on his dick like butter, so soft and untouched, so...his.

He can feel your pussy clench on top of him, your hole begging to be filled, nd its so close...but so far away.

"Want it" you whimper, moving up and down his shaft lightly, your clit coming into contact with his tip each time you buckle your hips up, then down to his balls again. And again.

"Fuck" jungkook groans out, almost aggressively as he pins your hips down further, more friction, more pleasure, more you.

Hed already been close when you were sucking him off, so this was basically just the cherry on top. Your perfect pussy on him, bare, sighing in pleasure as he helped you ride it.

The things hed do to be inside you.

But not yet.

Not fucking yet.

"Kook," your whimper is high pitched as you squeeze your legs tightly, or try to as they are stopped by his hips, the ones positioned in between you as you still straddle his manhood. This is insane, feels unreal.

Even though he isnt even inside you, you never dreamed it could feel this good. Ever.

"Please," you whimper, your hands on his chest as you explore it, hes so strong, so big.

"Fuck babe," Jungkook's hands smack your ass on both sides at the same time as he supports you in your movements, becoming faster by the second, more desperate.

A small patch of precum pools on his belly, showing how much hes enjoying this. Your clit so sensitive as it brushes against his tip again and again.

And you? Your wettness is all over him, dripping down his tighs onto the leather couch. Fuck it.

"Im close" you whisper, soundjng as deperate as ever as you halt your movements, only circling your hips around him so close. So eager.

"Kook please"

He doenst waste time in rubbing your clit, far from gentle, but fast and determined to make you cum. "Come on sugar, give it to me, show me" he growls hand never stopping in its tracks as he stares at you, your eyes closed, mouth open as you finally cum.

Theres a small squeak from you, tensing up and relaxing, then tensing up again. And Jungkooks sure hes never cum this hard before as he cant hold back any further and cums on his stomach, completely ignoring it though as he stares at you. The different stages you go through, pleasure, overstimulation, contentment.

"Fuck" he curses when you finally come down, falling against him, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his cum on your top. Thats an issue for future y/n.

"You okay?" He rubs your back, strong arm wrapped around you, ready to protect you from everything that wants to harm you.

"So good"

For everyone who's new here, hi hello! This is part of my S'NS series🩵

the five-year plan . thirteen | jjk

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

summary: the one where you decide to take a break.

pairing: best friend! jungkook x reader genre: fluff, idiots to lovers, slow burn. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. tags: angst. alcohol consumption. wc: 2.3k (damn this is the shortest chapter in a min) date posted: 040124 author’s note: please don't be tooo angry with me aha :) a lot of things will be revealed next chapter. also remember how i said the confession fucked up my outline, yeah they were supposed to get drunk and nasty in this chapter... i will let you see what happened instead.

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You showed up to HeeWon's house completely unannounced. She was surprised to see you, you can see it in her face. It used to be a common occurrence, you used to show up anytime you needed an unbiased opinion on a fight with Jimin (Jungkook sided with you no matter what) or even if you just needed a moment to not be home.

But somewhere along the way, you started going to Jungkook for everything.

There weren't fights with Jimin to complain about, and whenever your home felt too big for just you, you'd go to his apartment and curl up on his couch with Bam until he came home.

“I'm late.” You confess as soon as she opens the door.

Her face scrunches in confusion, “For what? Did we have plans? Because I'll be honest, I completely forgot.”

She steps out of the door frame gesturing for you to come in, you quickly find your place on her couch and grab the Kumamon plushie from the cushion beside you, and hug it to your chest.

“No, my period is late.” You bury your face into the top of the plushie, “It's been over two weeks.”

“Okay…” She answers cautiously, approaching the couch slowly, treating you like one would a frightened animal. “I'm a little confused because you don't sound all that excited about that.”

And because you can't stop it, all the emotions from the last few weeks come rushing out, it's with a choked sob you confess, “Because I'm not.”

“Fuck,” HeeWon says sounding horrified, ”Don't cry please, I hate when you cry it stresses me out. You know I don't know how to comfort people, fuck. Okay, I'll call Jungkook, okay, he'll —”

You cry harder at the thought of Jungkook. Of him showing up and seeing you sobbing on HeeWon's couch, he'd feel so bad. He’d blame himself, because he’d think that you felt like you couldn't come to him, that you couldn't talk about this with him and that makes you feel even worse.

“What the fuck?“ She questions sounding practically hysterical, “You're freaking me the fuck out, I'm gonna need you to start explaining because all these tears are making me feel nauseous.”

You heave a deep breath, trying to stop the flow of tears. You hadn't let yourself cry once since that day and it's all rushing out now.

“I just,” You gasp for breath again and HeeWon takes a panicked step backward like she's going to flee and leave you alone in her apartment to figure this out yourself, “I don't know what to do.”

“Okay, I can work with that.” HeeWon says without a single ounce of confidence, “But you need to stop crying first.”

And so you took a few deep breaths and willed all your tears away.

“Jungkook told me he loves me.” You confess as soon as the tears stop enough for you to speak without sobbing.

She gives you a look for you to continue; like she's not seeing the point of what you're saying yet.

“Jungkook is in love with me.” You clarify.

“Yeah,” HeeWon says, starting to look annoyed, “Your boyfriend loves you, the sun is a star, get to the point Y/N.”

“He's not my boyfriend!“ You snap, it was funny the first few times she said it but now it was starting to irk you, especially when you're trying to have a serious conversation, “Can you please be serious for five seconds, okay he told me he loves me and then I fucking laughed at him because I didn't think he was being serious and well apparently he was and I —”

“You really didn't know?” She cuts you off, giving you a pitying expression, “I knew from the moment I met him,” She confess, “I could see it in the way he was looking at you, still looks at you. I was so shocked when the name that came out of his mouth wasn't Jimin. I was so sure I was finally meeting you husband.”

Oh.

You can't help it; the tears are back before you can stop them.

You take a deep breath as you finally look at the test, it's negative.

It's negative.

And for the first time, you're not upset, you're relieved.

You can't do this.

You can't do this to Jungkook.

You have to talk to him.

“I'm not pregnant.”

You say some few days later, curled up in on yourself the furthest you can get away from him on your king-sized bed.

Jungkook doesn't respond, he just briefly looks away from his phone to give you a look that says he's going to be the bigger person and not start this argument again but he is not happy with you.

“I think we should take a break.” You say cautiously, maybe you could've chosen the words more carefully, you think as he tenses up beside you. Maybe you should've said pause. A pause made it sound indefinite, just a brief reprieve. A break made it sound like it was the end, the two of you split clean in half.

Those words garner a proper reaction, “What?” He hisses out through his teeth, throwing his phone down and looking directly at you.

You shrink under his gaze; of all the reactions you had imagined you didn't imagine anger. You imagined him crying, those big doe eyes full of tears that you'd have to look away from, so you wouldn't take the words back and convince yourself that he would be fine that Jungkook would be satisfied with a life of you not loving him and following you around for the end of days. You imagined him, laughing it off, acting like you hadn't said what you said that it was just a big joke, and then you would carry on like nothing happened. But you hadn't imagined the rage.

He looks downright furious, it's been quite a while since his anger has been so clearly directed towards you.

“It's not because of y'know,” You say the last word under your breath, shrinking further and further into yourself, you didn't know how to react to his anger when you weren't angry too, “It's just, me, I just-”

“Holy shit,” He cuts you off with a guffaw, “Are you fucking "It's not you, It's me"ing me right now, Y/N?”

You flinch at the tone of his voice, at the use of your given name, he must truly be well and truly pissed.

You also feel insanely guilty because that had been what you were inadvertently doing.

“I'm not breaking up with you,” You clarify, still feeling far too guilty to feel angry, the we're not actually dating goes unsaid. “I'm just saying we should take a break, all the negative tests are fucking with me mentally, why are you making this about yourself?”

You're not even just lying at this point but practically gaslighting him. You feel like such a bitch, worse than a bitch, you're the worst person in the fucking world. It was wholeheartedly about him, but you're doing it to protect him, you don't want to hurt him. You don't love him, you can't love him the way he deserves and it's not fair to keep stringing him along, you have to let him go.

He wants to argue, you know he wants to argue, you can see it in his eyes. He wants to call you out on your bullshit, to tell you you're being stupid, he's a big boy and can handle himself. But for the second time — or maybe the millionth, Jungkook lets himself burn just to keep you warm.

He clenches his jaw and says “Fine.” Tone clipped, he grabs his phone and gets out of your bed.

And just like that, he's gone.

It feels like all you do these days is cry, you had gone to the stupid Halloween party because pre (what's the word for a breakup when you're not actually dating) you and Jungkook had promised Hobi that you were going, and he'd spent the last two weeks completely avoiding you. All your text messages went unread, every single call unanswered, he hadn't swung by your place once and you were too scared to go to his.

You mostly went because you hoped that he would be there, that if you showed up to the party you would finally see him, and know he was okay. You even put on the stupid costume, the one he chose. But when you arrived at Namjoon and Hoseok's place, Hobi gave you a massive smile and a hug and asked where Jungkookie was.

You smiled back and hoped you weren't lying when you said he was going to meet you there.

But it's been four hours and you've drank enough for your blood to have turned into alcohol and he still hasn't showed. You've spent the entire night making awkward conversations, “Oh I'm Bella Swan,” was the answer you were sick of giving. It would've been far more obvious with the other half of your duo.

You finally admitted to yourself that you didn't think he was coming, and then promptly locked yourself away in Namjoon's bedroom to cry.

You stupidly thought that if you ended it soon enough that it wouldn't ruin your friendship but it was already too late, You did that on your own.

Maybe it's for the best, maybe you need to let him go maybe you just need to move on. Maybe Jungkook wasn't the one who needed to control his emotions, but you. Maybe you are the problem, maybe you've always been the problem everything you've ever touched falls apart. You ruined your marriage and now you're destroying your friendship.

Maybe he would be better off without you, maybe you should just leave and never come back. Jungkook could meet some girl who wasn't such a fuck-up who would love him back just as deeply and she would heal every scar and bruise you left.

He'd be happier without you and you'd go back to wallowing in pity, not good enough for Jimin, too fucked-up to love the man you should.

Sharp knocks on the door take you right out of your spiral, you try to wipe away the tears, hoping that whoever won't see the river you cried flowing through the cracks.

You're just reaching for the handle when the knocks come again, louder this time, and a familiar voice calls out, “Please don't fuck in my bed!”

You can't help the small laugh that escapes your lips as you finally pull the door open, “Your bed's virtue is safe, it's just me.”

“Whoa,” Namjoon blinks at you slowly, a golden halo askew atop his head, “Are you crying?”

He had devil horns on when you'd arrived — the halo had been placed precariously atop Taehyung's golden curls. But you can't help but think it's better this way, that it makes more sense.

“I was,” You're too drunk to have shame about it, why would you lie? Everybody cries, especially over boys. “It's fine, I'm fine now, I think I just need to go home.” And book the first flight out of the country, maybe somewhere in Europe. You'd start anew and have a loveless marriage with a man named John who will give you plenty of kids and pretty things and then one day you'll wake up and find out he's not at all who he said is but actually a spy and now there's people targeting—.

” You stay here.” He says, walking you back to his bed, and sitting you down like a petulant child, “You stay right here, I'm gonna get you some water, and I'll call Jungkook-ah to get you, there will be no fleeing the country.”

Huh, did you say that out loud?

He just gives you a firm nod when he sees that you're not moving, why would you when Jungkook would be coming? He'd save you and your children from John's enemies.

You sigh and allow the dizziness to take control of you and you flop back onto his bed. You are staring up at the ceiling waiting for him to come back. You just needed Jungkook, and everything would be okay again. He'd protect you from John, and all your tears, why had you been crying again?

Namjoon must have left the door open and the music from downstairs.

“Blame it on a goose,” you sing along with a giggle, letting your eyes slowly shut, “Got you feeling loose. Blame it on patron, got you in the z-.”

“I thought you hated this song,” A voice calls out from the door, and you blink trying to clear your vision.

“I do, it's kind of disgusting actually, but it's catchy— Oh.”

Jeon 🐰 [3:23 AM]

Where are you?

MISSED CALL FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 ?????

Jeon 🐰 Bubs

5 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 This isn't fucking funny where are you?

Jeon 🐰 Y/N

12 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 emphasized, “This isn't fucking funny where are you?"

15 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰

Pick up your phone

19 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 Y/N

Jeon 🐰 Where the fuck are you?

21 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 Baby, please just answer your phone.

25 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 Hyung said he left you in his room drunk and crying and then you vanished by the time he came back.

Jeon 🐰 Please just answer so I know you're okay.

40 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

HeeWon [5:25 AM] I lied for you. You're lucky I still have your current so I know that you're okay.

HeeWon JK was freaking the fuck out.

HeeWon He deserves an apology when you're awake and sober.

HeeWon And don't think you're getting out of telling me why the fuck you're at Jimin's.

— next chapter coming jan 11th 🤍

Second Glances

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You and Yoongi have been best friends for years, but after you confess you feelings for him, Yoongi realizes he might have misread his own feelings towards you.

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: slight angst, swearing, lil suggestive at the end, partially proofread

A/N: Thanks so much to @whitefoxgirl for this request! Tbh, I'm not entirely happy with this, but I didn’t want to leave you hanging for ages while I nitpicked.🙄 I hope you still like it tho💜

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It was a strange thing, how you could go on seeing someone the same way for years, and then all of a sudden, something happens and turns you on your head.

When Hobi had first introduced you to his fellow members after you moved to Seoul, you and Yoongi had clicked instantly, much to the surprise of everyone else. No one could quite understand it, but the two you had seemed to fit together naturally like two halves of a whole, the yin to his yang; while he was on the quieter, more introverted side, you were bright and loud, with an infectious enthusiasm. A prime example of that being the way he could hear you and Hobi before you ever entered his studio, laughing loudly as you rushed through the door ahead of his bandmate.

“There’s no way you did that!” You insisted.

“I did, I swear, we even have video of it!” Hobi argued.

“What the fuck are you two yelling about?” Yoongi asked, more amused than annoyed by the sudden noise.

“Did he actually go bungee jumping?” You asked, turning your attention to him.

“Why would I lie about that?!” Hobi exclaimed.

“Oh, that,” Yoongi deliberated for a second before smirking over at Hobi. “No, he didn’t.”

“Why are you lying?!” Hobi yelled, making you both burst into laughter. As much as Hoseok loved you and his hyung becoming friends, you were absolute menaces together, constantly teasing him and the members, as well as each other.

“Screw it, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come with us to get something to eat?” He asked, exasperatedly.

“Sure.” Yoongi answered, still laughing slightly.

“Cool, I’m gonna go find Jimin, I’ll be right back.” He announced, heading back out the door before either of you could say anything else.

Yoongi turned his attention back to the screen in front of him as you settled on the sofa, Hobi apparently having taken your energy with him as he left, as silence suddenly fell over the room.

Yoongi glanced over at you. “You okay?”

“Hmm?” You looked up in confusion. “Yeah, why?”

“I dunno, you just got kinda quiet.” He shrugged.

You let out a small laugh. “I’m okay, I just know that you don’t like a lot of noise, so I usually try to be a little calmer when it’s just us so I won’t bug you.”

“You don’t bug me.” He said.

“No?” You looked at him doubtfully.

“Well, not a significant amount.” He smirked, making you laugh again. “You wanna see what I’m working on?”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up.

“Sure.” He said, pulling a second chair over close to his so you could both see the screen as he hit play.

Yoongi was normally quite private about his music, at least until it was finished, but he loved getting to show you his new projects, talking animatedly as you listened to part of the song, explaining how he mixed and layered the audio files, or what lines he liked best.

“So is this how you get girls?” You said, unable to resist teasing him just a little bit as he spoke.

“No,” He shot you a sly look. “I just like getting to teach you stuff.”

“Oh really?” You grinned, leaning over the arm of your chair. “You know, I don’t know how to kiss either, care to teach me that?”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, looking over at you in surprise.

“I’m just joking Yoongs!” You laughed, trying to quickly dispel any awkwardness. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Eh, it’s okay, it boosts my ego.” He replied, grinning at you.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah, even if I know you’re just playing around.” He said, shooting you a quick wink, missing the way you looked away, falling silent again for a new reason.

While it was true that part of your flirty remarks were just for the sake of teasing him, enjoying the way you could so easily make him flush red, that wasn’t the case for all of them.

In the past few months, your feelings for Yoongi had shifted from those of purely a friend into something more, a fact that you had been trying to subtly bring to Yoongi’s attention, apparently without success.

You hadn’t wanted to just drop the information on him like a bomb, fully aware that he might not reciprocate, and not wanting to jeopardize your friendship, but clearly your current approach was not going to get you any type of answer.

“What if I wasn’t?” You said suddenly.

“What?” He glanced back at you, confused.

“What if I wasn’t kidding? What if I liked you?” You asked, watching him carefully.

He blinked at you. “I-, did, wait what?!”

“I know it’s probably not the best time, but I don’t know if there’ll ever be a ‘best time’ to say this.” You took a breath. “I like you, as more than a friend, and I understand if you don’t feel the same for me, but I just… I just wanted to say it.” You finished, staring down at your hands, afraid to meet his gaze.

He stared at you in complete shock, his mind scrambling to try and make sense of what you’d just said. How long had you felt this way? What did this mean for your friendship?

The seconds ticked by as the silence in the room grew nearly unbearable.

“Please say something.” You urged.

“Y/n, I-,” Yoongi sat back in his chair. “I’m sorry, but I just don’t see you that way.” He said as gently as possible.

You nodded, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.”

“I’m so sorry.” He apologized.

“It’s alright, I knew it was a long shot,” You smiled at him. “At least now I know, and we can go on as normal.”

He blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled slightly at his bemused expression. “I’m a grown woman, Yoongi, I can handle a little rejection. I knew you might not feel the same, but nothing’s changed, you’re still one of my best friends. I just wanted to tell you.”

“Okay.” He said, visibly relaxing.

“Are we still okay?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Cool.” You smiled, quickly changing the subject as the others came back in.

To Yoongi’s surprise, you lived up to your word, continuing on with your friendship as if nothing had ever happened, hanging out with him and other members as usual. Even that same day at lunch, no one else would’ve had an inkling of what had transpired between the two of you from the way you acted, sitting together and talking easily, still making your teasing comments here and there.

Everything was exactly the same, except it wasn’t.

It was miniscule at first, but in the weeks that had followed, it was clear that something had changed. Not you exactly, but something in the way Yoongi saw you changed; the way you laughed at something he said, or the way you smiled at him, but suddenly everything about you seemed to draw him in, leaving him questioning his words to you. Did he see you as more than a friend?

Looking back, he couldn’t deny that he’d always thought you were attractive, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was attracted to you. And maybe sometimes his heart rate picked up a little more than usual due to your flirty remarks, but that was just because you caught him off guard. It didn’t mean anything, right? It wasn’t like he caught himself thinking about you constantly or wondering about how your lips would feel against his-

What the fuck?! He shook himself, quickly glancing over at where you were sitting on his sofa, working peacefully on your laptop.

He felt like he was going crazy, like he was gaslighting himself. Was your confession really all it had taken to make him develop feelings for you? Or had they existed the whole time and he was just too blind to notice? Why couldn’t he have had this fucking revelation three weeks ago when you were sat in front of him? But of course you figured it out first, you were always more forward than he was, that was one of the things he loved about you…

Fuck.

The worst part was that you could tell something was off, but he couldn’t very well tell you what. He would look like a complete asshole if he tried to make a move on you after having rejected you, like he was just fucking around with your feelings.

“Yoongs?” Your voice suddenly snapped him back to the present, realizing he’d been staring off into space.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, turning back to his computer.

You sighed, sitting up and moving your things off to the side.

“Are we gonna talk about this?” You asked.

“About what?” He didn’t look up.

“About how weird you’ve been acting lately.” You said.

He didn’t respond, looking down.

“Look, if this is about what I said-”

“It’s not.” He denied quickly.

“Yoongi, you’ve barely even looked at me today.” He turned around, meeting your eyes as you stared at him.

“Please, just talk to me.” You pleaded.

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

You waited. “Because?”

“Because I screwed up,” He said. “You told me how you felt and I said no, but now I can’t stop thinking about it and, fuck, you must hate me, I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying but I-”

His ramble was abruptly cut off by you striding across the room and crashing your lips to his, making his mind go blank. He leaned up into you, hands finding your hips to steady you as you leaned over his chair, your hands tangling in his hair, savoring the taste of your lip balm on his tongue.

Too soon for his liking, you pulled away, breathing heavily as you met his eyes.

“I definitely don’t hate you,” You breathed. “Though I do have some things to say about your communications skills.” You snickered.

“Of course you do.” He scoffed.

“We can talk about that later though.’ You smiled. “Right now, I'd rather us just cover the basics.”

You leaned in again, noting the way his breath hitched slightly.

“Do you want this?” You asked softly.

He stared up at you with dark eyes, his voice coming out as almost a whisper. “I do.”

You kissed him, pressing him back in his chair as you moved to straddle him, earning a soft grunt from him. Yoongi gripped your waist tightly, not entirely used to having someone take the lead like this, but finding himself falling into the role easily, melting against you as you pressed closer, a shiver passing through him as your tongue slipped into his mouth.

“Hey hyung, I was jus- AGH MY EYES!”

You nearly fell backwards off Yoongi’s lap at Jimin’s scream from behind you, Yoongi’s hands catching you as you both whipped around to see the younger member standing in the doorway, staring at both of you in shock.

“Do you ever fucking knock?!” Yoongi snapped.

“I was-, I-.” Not knowing how to respond, Jimin simply backed out of the room, closing the door loudly behind him, leaving you and Yoongi alone again.

“Maybe we should do this somewhere else.” You said, face flushed in embarrassment.

“Why? Now they know not to come in.” Yoongi grinned, trying to tug you closer again, but you put a hand on his chest.

“Yoongi.” You complained.

“Okay, fine” He relented. “I guess I should buy you dinner first, it’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“You suck.” You laughed.

“Hey, you’re the one that likes me, it’s not my fault you have shit taste.” He teased, kissing you again lightly.

“Alright then, Mr. Gentleman, buy me dinner.” You grinned against his lips.

“Yes ma’am.”

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

Don’t play with my mind man, I’m a damn mess right now. SERIOUSLY

summary: in which music waters a wilting flower on a chilly autumn night and jungkook is stuck by the glue onto you.

> idol!jungkook x reader / strangers to lovers / fluff, slight angst / wc: 4.4k

> warnings: mentions of oc’s toxic ex bf, slutshaming, and alcohol

> in which masterlist!

note: the in which couple’s first encounter reveal?! has arrived with a bam cameo at the end <3 recommend reading the ‘first times’ in the masterlist next if you haven’t yet :D as always reblogs and/or feedback are appreciated 🥰 and yes. i love beabadoobee.

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“sir, will you help me-“ you panic, eyes pleading for help as you look between the door and the owner of the music shop. “i think it’s stuck.”

“oh! of course, of course. i apologize about that.” the middle-aged man, quick to your aid, ducks out of the counter. “i ought to get this thing changed soon. spent a fortune on it but it’s not doing what it’s supposed to do.”

you copy his chuckle, watching him push up the still half-closed door before shoving it open to the side.

“thank you!” you politely bow your head before stepping out.

“come back again next time! i’ll give you a discount!”

“really? a discount? then i have no choice but to come back!” you whine playfully, smiling at the promise of saving money in the future. you present him another bow. “have a good night! close the door now, it’s cold.”

the 90’s love song playing inside becomes muffled when the transparent glass completely shuts out the outside world once again. instead, the lead vocalist’s voice is replaced by a golden and dulcet humming by a stranger.

you scan for the source of the sound, and at once, you discover it when you whip your head to the right. scrolling through his phone, he’s sitting at the far corner of the old wooden bench— the same boy who was paying at the counter when you stumbled into the store. unbeknownst to yourself, your heart skips a beat. you were transported to a field of flowers when you brushed past him, and you met his big brown eyes briefly when he turned to leave.

burdened by the heavy and uneven weight you’re carrying on your shoulders, you decide to rest on the other side of the bench while you wait for a taxi to pass by. you spare a glance at the oversaturated band posters on the off-white wall behind it before sitting down as their audience.

the humming ceases when he feels your presence beside him.

you cautiously set down the padded guitar bag on the ground, securing it in between your thighs, anxious of getting so much as a scratch on the precious instrument. it’s a dear friend’s birthday tomorrow, and you only found the time and the money to purchase her gift today.

you check your wrist watch. 10:13pm. you fell asleep in the library while studying for a test, and because of that, you’re probably going to be home at around midnight. this place is pretty far and secluded, but apparently it’s known for its good and rare finds. you went here with your friend two months ago just to window shop and one of their bass guitars caught her eye. naturally, you couldn’t resist. her birthday gift has to be this. for some reason, it just feels easier to spend money on your loved ones than yourself.

will you even manage to send a birthday message before you pass out to sleep again? god, you hope so.

you feel your empty stomach grumbling angrily, and you’re not sure if it makes a sound or if it’s all just in your muddled head. yup, you missed dinner, too.

“i’m so hungry.” you cry out quietly, resting your forehead on the neck of the guitar.

fine, maybe you subconsciously said it a little louder than quiet. it was a shot in the dark, curious if the stranger beside you would have any sort of reaction. you hope for a glance at most. he has beautiful eyes, ones you almost feel envious of.

“me too.“ the sulky response slips out of his mouth with an exhausted sigh.

the sound of his voice makes you perk up in pleasant surprise, gazing at him with an amused, tight-lipped smile. on the other hand, he stiffens from the realization of what he just did. he stops manspreading, straightening himself up and awkwardly clearing his throat.

“sorry… it was a reflex.”

“it’s okay.” you reassure him with a quick laugh.

you tear your eyes away from him, watching the moths frantically flying under the street lamps. it’s silent for a moment, except for the shop owner’s on-going playlist and the occassional singing of the abundant crickets.

you face him again with a flair of innocence.

“do you want a granola bar?”

he lifts his head to look at you, the screen’s light reflecting on his tan skin, and that grants you the ability to see his breathtaking eyes. there might’ve been countless instances when they hated how small this bench is, most likely a tight fit for three people, but right now, you wouldn’t have it in any other way.

“it’s just that… i’m going to eat it and it feels rude to eat alone knowing you’re hungry, too.”

his teeth sinks in lower lip, contemplating for a few beats before nodding his head. “yeah, sure. i’d like one. thank you.”

you bring out the tupperware from your messenger bag, unfastening the sides open and separating the lid. as your own wordless way of telling him that they’re not poisoned, you grab one first, taking a small bite, before offering the container to him.

“here you go.”

you stifle a cackle when he pulls down the sleeves of his black hoodie as if he’s preparing to eat a whole course meal. he’s so fucking cute, gentle and dainty while picking up the granola bar along with the parchment paper underneath it. that leaves you with three left. you set down the tupperware between the two of you, loosely putting the lid on top.

“huh?” he exclaims with big round eyes, hand hovering over his mouth as he chews. “did you make this?”

the question makes you wince nervously. he didn’t like it? you could’ve sworn it's the best batch you’ve made so far. “uhm, if it tastes good, then i did. if not-”

“no, no. i like it.” he giggles, waving his hand to shoo your worries. “it’s not too sweet, and it’s soft? how did you make it chewy?!”

“oh-” you breathe out a sigh, clutching your chest in relief. “i just follow a recipe i found online! my neighbor gives me honey like every week so i found a use for it.”

“well, it’s really good. thank you.” he gives you a kind smile, scrunching his nose before resuming to eat the snack you spent your sunday night preparing.

and it’s quiet again. you look the other way to hide the proud smile playing on your lips, the fluttering of your unguarded heart raging and stubborn. maybe if you put food in your mouth, you’ll stop talking… not.

“i’m ___.”

he swallows before replying, distinctive dimples near his mouth making an appearance. “i’m jungkook.”

jungkook. it suits him so well. it’s perfect.

“do you play the guitar?“ jungkook asks curiously, motioning at the instrument you’re holding.

“oh, no- i just got this for my friend’s birthday. she’s in a band.” you share with a chuckle. “what about you? what do you need those giant speakers for?”

“ahh, they are big, aren’t they?” he scrunches his nose, glancing at the two boxes beside his feet. “i just figured buying new speakers would motivate me to work on music more.”

“are you a singer?” you gasp dramatically for effect. “or perhaps, a rapper?”

“i mean…” he smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. “i guess i can rap, too.”

“that’s cool. i think you have a pretty talking voice, too.”

“aigoo, thank you so much.” he jokingly bends down his torso for a bow, clasping his hands together with the small remaining piece of granola bar in between before taking it in between his teeth.

the harmony of your laughter bleeds through the chilly air, providing your hearts a wave of much needed warmth.

“thank you too. you gave me an idea what to gift my friends next time.”

“speakers?” his face lights up like of a kid unboxing presents beside the christmas tree. you’ve never met anyone who looks this passionate at the mention of the said device— this whole interaction is giving you the urge to dive deeper into the world of music beyond the sphere of being a casual listener. “they’ll love it. it’s the best gift for me personally.”

you tilt your head to the side. “you know a lot about them?”

“hmmm, i don’t know.” he purses his lips as he hums, eyes falling on the ground as he ponders. “they’re important for shows and work so i naturally learn a lot about them… i often look for reviews and new releases. it’s like a hobby?”

“really? then i’m sold. i need you.”

the carelessly casual words escape your mouth before you can think twice.

“need me?” he repeats your word in surprise, pointing at himself.

you disguise yourself with a nod and a coy smile, acting nonchalant as if you’re not screaming inside. you’ve always been this shameless when you have nothing to lose, but he’s just so pretty that you want to learn shit like what his favorite food is and whether your zodiac signs are compatible even though you don’t believe in them.

“help me choose the best speakers to buy, one year from now. i don’t know anything about music at all, so i always have a hard time with gifts.” you’re pouting sadly by the end, your words bearing the weight of truth, albeit you’re also using them as an excuse to glue yourself onto him.

in your mind, five seconds feels like it’s stretching into eternity. he breaks out into a shy grin, playing with the parchment paper left in his hand before folding it over and over again until it becomes the same size as the nail of his thumb. he stuffs it into the pocket of his washed denim jeans.

“okay then, i should help you. give me your number?”

your hands graze each other as you lay hold of his phone, clueless instruments of your and jungkook’s youthful impulses and anticipation.

“do you have other ___’s in your contacts? should i name myself ‘___ from mj’s music box’?” you inquire half-jokingly, raising your eyebrows at him.

”ey, come on. there’s no need for that.” he chortles, staring back at you with an unnamed emotion in his eyes, but you quickly revert your attention to the screen and you don’t notice.

“i don’t think you’ll remember me just by my name a year from now, though.” you mutter to yourself as you tap on the screen. after that, you tap the call button to save his number on your phone as well.

you’re already handing him back his phone when he finally constructs a reply-

“is that so? then make it difficult for me to forget.”

and the air gets robbed from your lungs. it makes you wonder how many hearts he has broke, being this handsome and charming, and if you’ll even drag this out and stick around long enough to find out.

“be careful of your words. i’m pretty competitive.” you playfully taunt him, softly tugging his wrist to put the device on his delicately wide palm. “don’t blame me when i end up being the only person you think about.”

he matches your energy, a cocky smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he shakes his head. “psh, why would i? that doesn’t sound like a bad deal.”

why are you thinking of ways to keep this flowing instead of retreating and coming up with an obvious excuse to leave? as always, you find yourself most liberated when you meet new people, even when you know they’ll only be a fleeting presence in your life, here to leave a stain or a scar. you wish a taxi never arrives. you wish to be left stranded here for the rest night so you can hear him talk about the first song he ever wrote and you can tell him about the stupid song your first boyfriend wrote for you.

but alas, the universe intervenes with your fantasies and the approaching blazing headlights almost blind your blurry eyes.

you wave your hand to hail the taxi, and you smile at jungkook one more time. “time for me to go.”

“oh, okay.”

the vehicle parks infront of the bench. he watches you hurriedly toss the granola bar you never finished into the transparent tupperware, a feeling akin to disappointment gnawing at his guts.

“wait- weren’t you waiting for a taxi, too?” you wonder out loud as you slide the resealed container inside your bag.

“i’m fine, i have a ride. you go take it- oh, oh- let me help you with that-” he stands up abruptly when he sees you struggling to stand up, lifting the guitar to relieve you of the barrier.

“thanks, jungkook.” you laugh airily, getting on your feet, closer to him than you’ve ever been. he’s taller than you originally thought, and it’s hard to ignore the fact that his flexing forearms are veiny… (you have a suspicion that he’s doing it on purpose. the guitar bag isn’t that heavy.) those, paired with that pretty baby face— he’s so manly and so adorable in a way you’ve never seen in anyone else. he’s a beautiful, refreshing sight to behold.

you’re holding your breath, as if that would freeze the hands of the clocks, halt the earth from spinning on its axis because it’s the only way for you to stay without blaming yourself. the love songs haven’t stopped playing, and a slow acoustic sets out to delude you that this is a scene from an indie romance film, a beginning of something beautiful, but it rarely is. it never is.

his bunny teeth sink into his bottom lip, tainting it a darker shade of pink, before his tongue sneaks out to lick it. “you can go inside.” he generously says, slightly raising his arms to gesture at your cherished gift he’s grasping securely.

you only nod in understanding, walking past him and proceeding to open the door to slide into the backseat. you assist him in putting the guitar inside the taxi and over your lap, and you force your brain to shut down before you can speak again and your friskiness gets you into trouble.

“get home safe, ___!” he brightly chirps, waving at you goodbye.

your cheeks are starting to hurt from all the giddy smiles, but you just can’t stop, not when he has this contagious and bubbly expression painted on his face that’s simply impossible not to adore.

“you too, jungkook.”

his meticulous eyes briefly wander around your figure, checking if you’re too close, and then he carefully slams the door shut. you sink into your seat, swallowing the lump in your throat before telling the taxi driver your address.

you don’t want to think too much, so you close your eyes, hoping to get more sleep to recharge your mental and social batteries. unsurprisingly, you grow restless not even five minutes after. the soothing piano ballads faintly playing in the radio aren’t much help either. an infuriated scream hangs on the tip of your tongue, and you bite it down into dust. instead, you dish out your phone from the pocket of your bag to save jungkook’s number… but then the venomous voice of your ex calling you degrading names ranging from ‘an ungrateful, attention-seeking bitch’ to ‘a slut’ after you broke up with him echo in your tumultuous head, and you begin feeling pathetically small and nauseous. for a split moment you find yourself contemplating whether you should just delete it or not. out of guilt or out of fear, maybe both, you’re not quite certain.

what ultimately pull you out from the dark abyss of relentless overthinking are the first notifications you ever receive with his name attached to them.

Jungkook:

hey this is JK

i just thought of this now ?!..

trade my music equipment expertise for your magical granola bar recipe? :)

you bury your face in your hands, silently crying out— “ah shit, this is so annoying. why does he have to be so cute? i need a drink.”

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“i’m hungry.” the grumpy complaint spills from your tongue now that bam, your not-so little happy pill, is out from sight.

“me too.” jungkook juts out his bottom lip, lifting his head from your shoulder to look at you. “do you still have strawberry wafers in your bag?”

his question prompts you to hug it defensively. no, just no. “i’m saving them for emergencies-”

he puts his index finger infront of his lips, shushing you with a shake of his head. he tuts. “i know. this is an emergency, baby.”

cornered at the armrest of the couch, you have nowhere else to go. you unwillingly surrender to satisfying his craving, grimacing as he starts rummaging through your bag. this is exactly why you told him you should eat brunch before bringing in bam for his grooming, but jungkook insisted that it won’t take too long. sure, maybe the grooming session itself won’t… but the waiting in line part? that definitely took too long. making an appointment is technically futile when you’re visiting on a weekend.

“mhmmm, i love it.” he moans in satisfaction, devouring the slice of wafer in only two consecutive bites.

you glare at him when he offers you the plastic bag with a teasing smile, seizing it from his grip to snack on the treat while you continue to wait at the lounge area. you’re the only fur parents left here, the last clients before the staff goes on their hour-long lunch break. the sign on the door has been flipped to say ‘CLOSED’.

jungkook wraps one arm around you, pulling you closer by the shoulder and cupping your face with his warm hand to plant an apologetic kiss on your cheek. “i’ll cook you a hearty meal for dinner when we get home.”

you melt in his hold, leaning further against the backrest to release the tension from your body bred by hunger and impatience.

“really?” you feign nonchalance as you make the futile attempt of hiding the pleased smile curving on your lips. “i want chicken. the one you made before, with the creamy and spicy sauce.”

your mouth is practically watering as you describe the dish, the smell and taste of his cooking still vivid in your senses’ memory. it’s making the food you’re eating painfully insipid, but it’s better than nothing.

“and wine, too. no- actually, i’m craving tequi- argh, i’ll settle with wine.”

“okay! chicken and wine for dinner!” he agrees straight away, pressing a kiss on your temple before pinching one more stick of wafer between his fingers. he breaks it into two halves and gives one of them to you.

you accept it wordlessly, but a peculiar feeling is slithering its way into the tight confines of your heart, and you can’t withdraw your eyes from closely observing your gorgeous boyfriend. he brushes off the crumbs that fell on his white t-shirt and his lap after he finishes his share, still chewing as he tenderly takes the empty plastic from your hand. just as you predicted, he finds entertainment in folding it as small as possible.

“this is giving me déjà vu.”

“déjà vu?” he tilts up his head, doe eyes widening as you’ve captured his attention.

“uh-huh, you know when we first met…” you trail off, sending him a threatening look when the confused expression on his face stays unchanging. “you remember, right?”

his mouth hangs open before his eyebrows knit in irritation, posture straightening as he stammers with his defense. “what kind of question is that? you’re hurting my feelings- you were wearing a varsity jacket with the number 6 on it!”

“jungkook, i wore that like everyday for four months.”

his expression softens, pierced lip forming a pout. “do you even know that i-i… ah, i’ll show you instead!”

“show me what?”

he digs his hand in the pocket of his dark blue denim jeans, dishing out his wallet. you peer at him with curiosity as he rapidly unzips it to comb through his cards, pausing at his driver’s license and removing the white paper hiding behind it.

“no way-” you splutter, nearly choking on your own spit as your hunch grows enormously.

he unfolds it to reveal the faded blue ink that writes the most crucial and specific details of the first time the universe conspired to make your paths cross.

“look, i still have the receipt from the night! november 11…”

you notice him squinting at the faint characters, and you momentarily disconnect from the surge of mixed emotions to pull out his prescription glasses from the collar of his t-shirt. you affectionately wear it on him, weaving your fingers through his hair to brush away the loose strands from his bun blocking the lens.

“thanks baby- it’s november 11, 2017. at 9:55pm!”

jungkook originally kept this receipt for a month incase he had to return the speakers due to unforeseen defect or damage. but then you never stopped talking, and you became the only person he thinks of 24/7 just as your coquettish warning told. the thought of throwing it out never occured to him. instead, he preserved it in his wallet because he carries it with him everywhere he goes. he would even argue that it’s his most important property in it. he can have his credit cards cancelled then replaced, but this piece of paper is once in a lifetime.

mj’s music box closed down due to the pandemic. he hasn’t told you this, didn’t want to break your heart when he found out. he knows that you treasure the place as much as him, if not more.

meanwhile, the new-found knowledge has rendered you speechless, unblinking, buffering.

“what’s with that face? you’ve never seen this in my wallet?” he quizzes you in bewilderment, smiling humorously.

“of course i haven’t! you want me going through your wallet without permission?!” you whine, hugging his arm and hiding yourself behind his back to calm the intense pumping of your heart.

oh, your sweet, sweet jungkook— he never runs out of way to make you fall in love with him all over again.

“my love, you know i don’t care about things like that.” he chuckles, astonished by how you still highly value and respect his privacy and boundaries despite how long you’ve been together. it just occurs to him then, that at the very core of your relationship, this is probably why he never once regretted moving in with you. he says it all the time, but he just feels so goddamn lucky to have you in his life. he loves you. he loves everything about you. even the things he doesn’t like, he loves.

“aren’t you going to eat that?”

you’re overflowing with his love, you can’t stomach anything else.

“i won’t.”

“i’ll indulge myself then.” he cages your hand in his, raising it for the wafer to reach his lips. he bites it all the way down like a bunny eating a carrot, ending the journey with a chaste kiss on your knuckle. “you’re too quiet… are you crying?”

you shake your head profusely, tightening your embrace. “i love you so much, i can’t think. i just want to hug you.”

he smells a different type of sweet nowadays— more manly, more mature, binding you in an enrapturing spell, and with a suble hint of a baby scent that somehow makes him much more intoxicating. it’s overwhelming to think about— the amount of perfume bottles you’ve bought and consumed after asking one another if they smell too basic or too strong; the amount of times jungkook changed his wallet and took the receipt along with him because it only felt right.

“mkay, i’m not going anywhere.” he whispers, nosing at your hair.

and so, he stays stuck by the glue onto you as he gulps down a bottle of water, as he returns his wallet in his pocket with grunts of difficulty, as he deletes a promotional text on his phone sent by his service provider. he suspects that you’ve already fallen asleep. after all, you did spend the entire night dancing to the songs he sang along to. you wore the crocheted blanket you made as a cape and a dress, flowing with your graceful movements controlled by the lyrics and the beat and the melody and his compliments and his giggles.

he’s proven wrong when you slowly turn your head, cheek squished against his bicep. with heavy eyelids, you search for his hands, tangling them with your lonely ones.

“want to hear something silly about that day?”

“i’m all ears.” he beams eagerly, watching you twiddle with his long and slender fingers.

“do you know why i offered you my food?”

“because you couldn’t let a pretty boy like me succumb to starvation?”

“weeeell, there’s that…” you admit to his confident guess. “but aside from that, i wanted to see your nails closely.”

“my nails?”

you make a noise of confirmation as you trace his tattoos, a laugh seeping from the cracks of your relaxed demeanor. “to see if they were clean and trimmed or not.”

“so…” jungkook, the most hygienic man you’ve ever met, is digesting what you just confessed to him. “if they were dirty, you never would’ve told me your name?”

“hmm, yeah. because i always badgered my ex about it and you know how that relationship ended, so i thought enforcing those type of rules would help because i don’t want to deal with that shit again.” you cringe at younger you’s naivety and desperation, smiling shyly. “and it kind of… worked out so well? it sounds so funny to me now. i actually love myself for that.”

“fuck, baby,” he sighs.

he can’t imagine how a human being could ever dare to treat you with anything but gentleness. literally, can’t. it makes him sick to his stomach, makes the blood in his veins boil. he feels disturbed by the memories that still haunt you, and he feels angry because he is powerless and he can’t erase them no matter how hard he tries.

he caresses your face, planting doting kisses on your lips. the ghost of his affection lingers, like an invisible lipstick mark. “i wish i met you sooner.”

“what are you saying? i think we met at the perfect time!” you console his frustration, grinning when the epiphany lands on top of your bittersweet flashbacks. “out of the 365 days of the year, we met at 11/11. you’re my wish come tru- bam!”

the shocked, high-pitched squeal freefalls from your mouth when bam excitedly jumps on your laps out of nowhere, the weight of his upper half crushing your thighs underneath him. the dog smiles at you, panting.

“bam, i missed you but i was just about to tell your dad something romantic!”

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OT7: Tongue Tied (Intro)

In which you're not supposed to be the solution for all of the problems- but maybe you're just that; the missing piece.

Tags/Warnings: SFW, Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!Reader, Wolf!BTS, Dog!Reader, strangers to ???, fluff, some angst, insecurities & very openly emotional reader

Length: long

A/N: the next chapters will, one by one, focus more on each member getting closer to the mc.

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"She will stay in a separate space we've been renovating for her at the company building." The manager says, well aware that the seven boys are very much not on board with the whole plan. "So you'll basically just have to interact with her for the camera and on certain schedules. Listen, I know you don't like the idea but it's the best way of making you guys seem.. less.. dangerous, after all that happened." He carefully phrases.

Jungkook scoffs. Namjoon clenches his jaw at that reaction, ready to scold. Taehyung sighs, tired of the constant fighting.

It was something the company had been fearing for quite some time now. And now, it's come to a point where even the public has noticed the growing tensions within the hybrid band- everyone on edge, easily irritated by each other. Originally, everyone had always thought it would be fine if they 'grew up' alongside each other, especially with Jungkook having been so young when he joined the company and group. But it didn't really matter down the line, it seems like, because by now, the air is constantly thick with frustration.

For the fans all over the world, the group full of hybrids, a somewhat traditional 'packing wolves, has been nothing but perfect and a shining representation of how far hybrids can come nowadays in terms of reaching success and wealth. But behind closed doors, it's headaches, fights, arguments and stress for everyone involved.

From trying to somehow keep track of their heats to re-scheduling things over and over again because the person interviewing or hosting at the event might be an unmated hybrid that could set off any of the guys at just a glance. They're all of a category two, technically independent and mostly human- but sometimes, staff would like to argue against that. Jungkook and Jimin can be harder to control than a horde of toddlers sometimes, while Yoongi and Namjoon are sometimes just plain scary. Taehyung literally does what he wants together with Seokjin, and Hoseok usually keeps to himself. Its all a mess, really.

Especially now that the cracks had begun to show to the public as well.

"Why a category five though?" Jin argues from the side. "You've been complaining about us for years now. And we're the most 'normal' one might say." He air quotes as he speaks.

"If they see you being kind to a category five like her-" the manager explains himself, "-they highly likely will calm down."

"Or start letting their frustrations out on her." Namjoon disagrees. "If they smell just a hint of any of us liking her in any way they'll go rabid."

"So what? It's not like she'll properly understand the situation, or talk about it to anybody." The manager shakes his head. "She will live at the company building, like I said. That's top security around her twenty-four-seven, and she will also have regular caretakers- staff will look after her for you, you don't have to interact with her at all apart from scheduled activities. It'll be fine." He tries, and everyone sighs.

Well- it's not like they've got the last word either way.

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Jungkook is a sensitive person.

Not as in weak, but as in, his senses are very much sharp enough to notice even the slightest changes in something. And so when the first furniture is delivered, first boxes with what he assumes to be the new hybrid's personal items, there's something in the air he can't quite put a finger on.

"Oh, Jungkook-ssi!" One of the staff almost runs into him, as he stands alone in the dark and rather small space you'll be living in soon. "I almost locked you in. Is there something you need?" She asks, and he shakes his head.

Something about the faint scent of yours clinging to some of the items placed, like the blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, makes him wonder what will happen from now on. You're being used for higher gain- and in a way, he wonders if you'll know that, or if you're not able to understand the complexity of the situation like his managers had claimed. A category five doesn't mean you're mentally challenged, after all. You're just a bit more hybrid than he, or the rest of the guys are.

And somehow, it all just suddenly feels so fucked up to him.

"No, sorry, I just wanted to.. look around I guess." He offers the staff member who nods kindly, before he leaves to go home.

Somehow feeling a little heavy inside.

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"Am I the only one who thinks this is fucked up?" Yoongi sighs as they all laze around in the living room area of the dorm they share. "We don't even know where the fuck they get that hybrid from."

"With the way they're talking about her it feels as if she must be from a carecenter or something alike." Seokjin offers from the side. "After all, they did mention that she needs help in looking after herself." He notes, and Taehyung chimes in at that.

"I mean I get the idea but.. it's still odd to 'use' her for that. And what if she doesn't even like us?" He shakes his head. "Category five's are pretty obvious in what they're thinking. It's not like they can just tell her to act the part."

Everyone falls silent at that. The wolf hybrid has a point here- if she doesn't play the part well, what will happen then?

"Well- not that I care." Hoseok announces, getting up. "And neither should you guys. We're getting paid to entertain people, nothing more." He simply mumbles to himself, leaving to go to bed. And he's probably right too- the less the guys think about what the situation means to you, the better. And done the line, the space given to you at the company building is definitely better than any shelter or carecenter you're probably currently residing at.

Jungkook however isn't convinced. He's still remembering that odd feeling he had earlier standing in between all those things that smelled like you.

And he's got a feeling that this whole 'plan' will probably not go the way they all planned it to.

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Despite everyone's varying levels of interest in you at first, it's pretty clear that today, the date you'll be officially moving in, the entire pack is equally as eager to get a glimpse of you.

"Remind me why you're all in my studio?" Namjoon sighs, watching everyone camp out in his small space, both Jimin and Taehyung peeking out the door.

"They're here! There right there, they just brought them in-!" Jimin whispers sharply, and suddenly even Namjoon gets up to maybe catch a glance.

"She must be young." Taehyung mumbles, watching how an elderly woman in a 'Seoul Hybrid Care Project'-jacket holds your hand as you walk next to her. Your tail is a little curled and clearly one of a canine hybrid- your ears somewhat folded downwards.

"Maybe she's just short." Namjoon argues quietly, Jungkook pushing a bit to get a glimpse too. "I mean- if she was too young to attend late shows and schedule that would be pretty dumb wouldn't it?" He wonders, and the others hum in agreement, watching as your tail lowers, your mood visibly changing as soon as it's evident you'll be staying.

They all start to feel a little bad once they have to watch you cling to the caretaker- probably your only familiar person, who attempts to make you understand that you'll stay here now. It's the first taste of what you as a category five are like- there's no covering up your emotions whatsoever, you visibly and clearly make it known that you're not happy about this situation.

The only thing that soothes the pack a little it the sight of the staff gently wiping your tear stained cheeks before leading you into your new living space, door closing behind you. Though it's odd- because somehow, the entire pack feels closer than they've been in a few years by now, everyone equally both interested and mildly worried for you.

"Okay I can't be the only one who feels this though." Taehyung suddenly perks up, the ball of squeezed together wolf hybrids breaking up as they all get back into the studio, door closing. "Right?"

"She's a category five Taehyung!" Namjoon scolds.

At that, everyone falls silent for a moment.

Because while they can't deny what Taehyung mentioned was true-

Namjoon also had a point.

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You are, in fact, not actually that young, merely months behind Jungkook.

And Seokjin's very sharp sense of observation tells him that you're not at all unaware of your surroundings whatsoever. It seems like you want to talk often but then remember something that makes you shut up before you can even open your mouth. You're however otherwise clearly aware of what's going on, interested and curious about things you don't know. It must be frustrating to not be able to voice out your thoughts, he thinks to himself, already wondering if there could be a different way of communicating with you.

Turns out you are indeed a domestic dog hybrid, chosen for your rather reserved but friendly nature. You've been born to a mother than wanted to stay anonymous, having given you up as a newborn pup at a shelter, presumably because you're the result of infidelity.

Taehyung is, to no one's surprise, the first one to try and interact with you in the practice room. You seem a bit hesitant at first but it's very clear that you're easily warming up to him, your tail wagging every time Jimin says something that makes Taehyung laugh. The two wolves are sitting close to you, and you seem alright with that, albeit a little shy.

Which is to be expected, considering its been barely a week since you moved into the company building, and you've also never really met them.

"What're you looking for, hm?" Taehyung wonders as he watches you search around for something. You look at him at that, unsure, like you're fighting internally with yourself.

"Maybe she's too shy to say it out loud?" Jungkook wonders, sitting down close to you as well now. "You wanna whisper it maybe?" He tries, leaning in and pointing to his hybrid ear-

And to everyone's surprise you do actually sit up on your knees, cupping your hands over his ears before you whisper something.

And of course, everyone is eager to know what it was, since it makes the youngest look so caught off guard, cheeks red as he gets up to fetch a bottle of water from a table nearby.

They distract themselves for the time being by starting to actually practice, occasionally watching your reaction to their choreography. Being watched by you is actually not that weird at all- if anything, it makes them all work a bit harder as if to impress you, underline their deaths as the perfect idols they are.

Though, at the end of the day, they're also just a pack of young wolves, and it's clear.

Jungkook let's himself fall onto his back close to you, huffing in exhaustion making everyone laugh. The air feels oddly light today, as if the stress isn't actually that bad this time around. And it's especially evident in the way everyone laughs when you reach out to pet Jungkooks head as if to tell him that he worked hard, making the idol shy again.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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It's your first public appearance.

Described to the public as a 'charity case', you've been somewhat officially shown in behind the scenes footage every now and then, many fans having already found some info on you from the internet. The reactions are mixed, but mostly positive- many claiming that the band and company are showing how kind the world can be by taking you in. It's probably because the company itself had made it clear that you do not actually live with the boys, but in a separate place with personal caretakers, eliminating the possibility of causing a dating rumor for now, though that might happen naturally at some point.

However, all is better than having to defend the guys fighting amongst each other like dogs over food.

The level of comfort around you varies amongst the members, which is to be expected- but it's already clear that you're very good at wrapping people around your little finger. Seokjin is holding your hand as they all walk through the airport together, and you never let go of it once, staying close to the oldest. He's become somewhat of a guardian figure for you- his calm and carefree attitude drawing you in.

He helps you buckle your seatbelt on the plane, and helps you out of your jacket like it's second nature, though he does roll his eyes at Hoseok commenting how he looks like a father. "Well at least I'm helping her, you all just ignore her or play around!" He scolds, tension rising when Taehyung starts to argue from the corner.

"Hey, no one asked you to play the part!" He barks. "We got staff for that.." he scoffs to himself, while Namjoon shakes his head.

"Guys please.." he begs quietly, though the barking doesn't die down.

"So we're just supposed to act like we care but toss her aside? How cruel is that?" Jin argues back, making Jungkook whine from close by.

"Hyung, don't shout like that-" He worries, and Seokjin is ready to really shout now, when Yoongi gets up and walks over to unbuckle your seatbelt. Only now does everyone take a moment to notice you quietly crying to yourself.

"Come on, I'll get you some tissues.." the wolf mumbles quietly to you, effectively removing you from the crossfire to have you sit next to himself instead.

It's quiet at that, except for the soft sound of you blowing your nose and whimpering a bit as Yoongi offers his silent support to you. Jin sighs as he sits back down, sound signaling the start of the flight.

It stays quiet like this until the seatbelts are allowed to be removed, an apologetic looking Jungkook walking up next to where Yoongi sits next to you. You're asleep already, having taken the rapper up on the silent offer to sleep on his lap, a pillow on his thighs offering comfort for your head. "M' sorry." The youngest mumbles quietly, running a hand over your head.

"We've got to stop, at least around her." Namjoon says, calmly. "Our pack issues are one thing, but unloading all that on her is just unfair."

"I didn't mean to shout like that.." seokjin sighs from his seat.

"And I didn't mean to get so angry either.." Taehyung apologizes.

"What's even wrong with us in the first place?" Hoseok asks, shaking his head to himself. "Its like we're just fighting these days, nothing else."

"Cause we do." Jungkook says, still petting your head. It's clear that the youngest is pretty attached to you already. "We're just complaining and arguing.." he mumbles softly, watching you sleep.

"Why.?" Jin asks himself mostly.

"Doesn't matter." Yoongi quietly offers. "But we gotta figure this shit out without getting her caught in the middle like that." He reminds everyone. "She can't talk and tell us to stop-"

"She can, though." Jungkook perks up, ears standing tall.

"What?" Namjoon is interested now. Category five hybrids typically don't talk.

"The water bottle on Tuesday. She told me what she wanted when I asked her to, you know, tell me quietly." Jungkook explains. "I think she's just- embarrassed, maybe?"

"Of what?" Hoseok wonders. "Talking in that category is impressive."

"Yeah but she- I guess she's got some trouble pronouncing words. She didn't say 'water' for example, but something like 'wadu'." He tells his packmates.

"Thats cute though." Taehyung laughs from his seat, the others chuckling as well. "Maybe at the center she got made fun of." He tries to justify.

"Could be." Namjoon nods. "But with some practice she could surely work on that issue. It would help tremendously if she at least communicates in single words." He says, and everyone agrees.

"You know.." yoongi smiles to himself, looking down on you still sleeping. "...I think she's doing something entirely different than just polishing our image already."

"Huh?" Hoseok asks.

"Dont you notice?" The rapper asks the pack. "Everytime it's about her, we agree. No fighting. We suddenly problem-solve and actually talk." He explains.

"...I-" Namjoon stares at you at that revelation, realizing it as well. "You're right."

Maybe you're not just a publicity stunt after all-

But an actual solution for the root of the problem.