The Past Is Empty - JK - FF - On October Soon

The past is empty - JK - FF - on october soon

Barista! Ex!J.JK x Fem! Reader

Ch.1 Empty hallways

Ch.2 Silent home

Ch.3 The cafè

Ch.4 Lost orders

Ch.5 Destiny or coincidence?

Ch.6 Linger

Ch.7 Have you thought about it yet?

Ch.8 Your feelings stayed, but did his?

Drabbles

Discription : “You can return to the past,but it’s empty now. Your old school is there, but your classmates aren’t, your childhood home still stands, but your family doesn’t live there, the coffee shop you loved still exists, but you’re favourite barista whom knew every order you loved….has left, but did his feelings leave too?

Content : nostalgia, mentions of family abuse, fluff, ex2l, cbf2l, memory recall

Sexual warnings : smut, slightly detailed xs scene,

This series will be released on october

Wildest dreams - J.JK - MDNI - FF - OS

Pairings : sisters bf! Jk x reader

Content : cheating, slight age difference (reader is 19 and koo is 21), fingering, cum eating,

“No one has to know what we do

His hands are in my hair,

His clothes are in my room”

“Hmpf, who’s this” i answered the phone half awake, my voice still raspy “this is jieun, who is this?” The girl on the line replied, my eyes widened, reaching for jeongguk on the bed, tapping him “gguk! Babe! Jeonggukk!” I whispered yell trying to wake him up. His eyes flutter open whispering back “what’s happening?” “Jieun” i replied pointing to the phone “oh..” his eyes widened as well taking the phone from my hand “hello hello? Babe sorry that was my little sister jeong-ah” he chuckles nervously, running his hands through my face, cupping my cheeks “ohh okay okayy, well then im almost there at your house yeah?” The girl on the other line responds making me jump out of panic “ohh okay okay baby just a minute?” Jeongguk panics aswell. He hungs up the phone quickly leaning onto me giving me a peck on the lips “hide baby hide” he says quickly trying to fix himself as i nodded. I went inside the closet covering my mouth trying not to make any noises.

I then heard the door open “jeongguk-ahh i miss you lovee” jieun squeels jumping on the bed onto him but she feels a damp wet spot on his bed “why is this wet?” She asks him in curiousity.

Shit i forgot i squirted on his bed

I bit my lip as i shut my eyes praying she won’t think anything.

“What the fuck ggukk” my oldee sister cussed, pulling out a purple laced panty “how long has this been huh??” She snapped. Jeongguk stayed silent looking down, fiddling with his piercing “im sorry” jungkook whispered, loud enough for her to hear it “fuck you gguk..we’re over” she then gets out of the bed and storms out of the apartment, tears running down through her face, feeling betrayed.

“Y/n you can come out now” jeongguk weakly announced.

The silence stayed for awhile as i opened the closet, getting out of it.

I went towards jungkook to hug him, still in my bra “aww baby…im sorry” i said ruffling his hair gently as he burries his head on my chest, his arms around my waist, palming my bare ass. “Atleast we can now be together?” He mumurs. I let put a soft chuckle “I’ve been telling you to break it off first with her before fucking me but too late. Was i really that good in bed that you couldn’t wait anymore?” I coo still ruffling his hair. “Very babe. Could fuck you all day long” he replies his hands making its way to my clit, rubbing it making me release an arousal and a slight whimper “fuck y/n..i need you. I don’t care about anything else i need you” he pulls away and pushes me on to the bed, hovering on top of me, still circling my clit. “Kiss me gguk. Kiss me” i let out breathy and whiny.

He then kisses me passionately, using his skilled tounge against me. I could feel his mouth smiling while kissing me. “Jeongguk. I need you. Need you everywhere” i whined in between the kiss.

He then inserts 2 digits inside me, making my body arch, release a gasp. His fingers inside me then crooks making me release moans in between the kisses “hmpf gguk.. fuck so good” i said breathly. He then inserts another digit onto me “feel good? Huh? Tell me. Im the only one who can make you feel this good huh?” He pulls away locking eye contact as he pumps his fingers into me “y-yes gguk!! Only you!” I moaned loudly replying to him as my fingers dig into his back “im close..” i said, my walls clenching around his fingers, he knew i was close. He then started pumping into me even faster and harder making me finally release. Coating his fingers with my white liquid, he pulls out making a ‘plop’ sound, as if pant and gasp for air.

I then lock eyes with him “i love you y/n” he says, taking his fingers to his mouth to suck it, suck my juice off his hands. “So delicious baby” he gives me a grin, giving me pecks all over my face “say it backk” he whines “i love you too” i reply giving him a big genuine smils

My fav 3 am reads

Fics that i have reread for how many times now

(Writing this on mobile so it’s dlightly boring)

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Needy - jk ff by @jkslipppiercing

Love to hate - series by @kpopfanfictrash

Babydaddy!jk - series by @muniimyg

Accidental roomates - jk one shot by @jjkeverlast (diactivated)

No textbooks here - jk ff by @ririkookiemonster

The kids aren’t alright - jk oneshot by @sketchguk

It was always you - jk ff by @hueseok

Teachers pet - jk ff by @axigailxo

Strictly platonic - jk ff by @jeonqkooks

I loveee these fics so much so i figured i share it with you guys too

If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 3

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warnings : fluff, motorrides with jk

taglist : @crazyovayou @sinfullygay @minghaosimp (comment if you wanna be added to my taglists)

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

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The morning sun was relentless as it streamed through my curtains, casting harsh rays over my face and forcing me out of my peaceful slumber. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold on to the last remnants of sleep, but something nagged at the back of my mind—something I couldn’t quite place. As I stretched out under the covers, a fleeting memory hit me, and the weight of last night came crashing down like a tidal wave.

Oh no.

I sat up abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest. Did I actually do that? I groaned, clutching my face in my hands as flashes of the night before flooded my mind. Jungkook. I did it with Jungkook. My body tensed at the realization, disgust and regret swirling in my stomach.

“What the hell did I do?” I whispered to myself, panic slowly creeping up my spine. This couldn’t be real. It had to be a bad dream, right?

Just then, a loud, high-pitched squeal escaped my mouth—something between a shriek and a cry for help. “AHHHHHHHH!”

Out of nowhere, Hoseok burst through my door like a man on a mission. “What happened?! What’s wrong?” His eyes were wide, scanning the room as if expecting an intruder.

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of him. “Hobi?! What the—why are you here?” I stammered, pulling the covers up over my chest even though I was fully clothed. My face flushed red, partly from the shock of seeing him and partly because of the memory of last night.

Hoseok blinked at me, his face still full of worry. “What do you mean, why am I here? I heard you scream! I thought something happened to you!”

Something had happened, just not the kind of emergency he was expecting. I buried my face in my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment. How the hell was I supposed to explain this?

Hoseok edged closer, his voice laced with concern. “Y/N, seriously, what’s going on?”

I peeked at him through my fingers, my cheeks burning. “Oh my god, Hobi… I just… I just did it with Jungkook last night.”

Hoseok froze, staring at me in disbelief. Slowly, a knowing smirk spread across his face, and he gave me a side-eye. “You’re just now realizing your doings?”

I groaned again, wanting to crawl under my bed and never come out. “I mean, I knew last night, but it didn’t hit me until just now!” I threw my hands in the air, feeling completely overwhelmed by the situation.

Hoseok’s smirk only widened as he leaned back, crossing his arms. “You realize this is what I’ve been telling you all along, right? The more you hate him, the more you love him.” He gave me a pointed look, and like a bad movie flashback, his words from months ago echoed in my mind.

“The more you hate, the more you love.”

I groaned louder this time, letting my head fall back against the headboard. “No, no, no, this isn’t happening,” I mumbled. This was exactly what I had been trying to avoid—getting sucked back into Jungkook’s orbit, falling for his charm again. And yet, here I was.

Before I could spiral any further, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I froze, eyes widening in horror as I glanced at the screen. It was Jungkook.

“Oh no,” I muttered, staring at his name lighting up my phone like it was some kind of death sentence. My stomach did a somersault, and I could feel Hoseok’s eyes boring into me.

“What? What is it?” Hoseok asked, leaning over to peek at the phone.

“It’s Jungkook,” I whispered, feeling my pulse quicken.

“Well, girl, answer it!” Hoseok said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“No way!” I whisper-yelled, clutching the phone to my chest. “You answer it!”

Hoseok gave me a look like I’d lost my mind. “Ew, no! I’m not the one who slept with him!”

“I did not sleep with him!” I fired back, though the words felt weak even to my own ears.

“Yes, you did,” Hoseok replied matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow.

Before I could even think of a comeback, the phone slipped from my hands, and in the chaos of trying to catch it, I accidentally hit the answer button. My eyes widened in horror as Jungkook’s voice came through the speaker.

“Hey baby,” he said, his voice smooth and playful. “Wanna go to dinner tonight?”

I cringed, holding the phone to my ear. “Ew, don’t call me baby,” I shot back, trying to sound annoyed even though my heart was racing.

Hoseok snorted next to me, shaking his head. “Girl, shut up and just go with him.”

I glanced at him, unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to throw the phone across the room and never speak to Jungkook again, but the other part—the part that had spent the night with him—was curious. What would happen if I agreed?

Sighing in defeat, I leaned back against the headboard and spoke into the phone. “Fine, fine. But you’re paying, and you have to pick me up.”

Hoseok’s eyes went wide, and before I knew it, he was squealing at the top of his lungs. “OH MY GOD!” He jumped off the bed, sprinting out of the room. “Eommoniiii!” I heard him yell down the hall. “Our precious Y/N has a date!”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands again as I heard my mom squealing in response from downstairs.

“OH MY GOD!” my mom’s voice echoed up to my room. “A date?! With Jungkook?!”

I could feel the heat creeping up my neck as I glanced at the phone, still on the line with Jungkook. “You’re going to pay for this,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Hoseok or Jungkook.

Jungkook’s laughter rang through the phone. “I’m looking forward to it. See you tonight, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe,” I huffed, but there was a small smile tugging at my lips despite my best efforts.

After hanging up, I lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what just happened. I had just agreed to go on a date with Jungkook. How had my life spiraled into this?

Hoseok bounded back into the room, a huge grin plastered on his face. “So, you finally caved, huh?”

I groaned, rolling over to face the wall. “I didn’t cave. I was blackmailed into this.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” Hoseok said, flopping down on the bed next to me. “But deep down, you know you want this.”

“No, I don’t,” I protested weakly, but even I didn’t believe it anymore. There was something about Jungkook that always pulled me back in, no matter how hard I tried to resist.

Hoseok nudged me with his elbow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You better make sure you look hot tonight. You know he’s going to be expecting it.”

I groaned again, pulling the covers over my head. “Can you just stop?”

fast forward

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the house as I sat in front of the mirror in my bedroom, staring blankly at my reflection. My mind kept drifting to the events of the past 24 hours, and no matter how much I tried to avoid it, Jungkook’s name lingered in my thoughts. I didn’t know what was going on with me. Why did I agree to go on this date? It wasn’t like I wanted to.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

Suddenly, my bedroom door swung open with a loud creak, and in came Hoseok, his usual energetic self. Following close behind him was my mom, who had that familiar, excited glint in her eyes.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s go!” Hoseok chirped, clapping his hands together as he stood beside my mom, practically bouncing on his feet. “We’re taking you to the salon. You’ve got to look perfect for tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Hobi, it’s just dinner. Geez.”

My mom crossed her arms, giving me a knowing look. “Y/N, this is your first date. Come on, you never go on any dates,” she said, her voice gentle yet firm, the way only a mother’s voice could be.

Hoseok, ever the instigator, jumped in immediately. “Exactly. The last time you tried to have a date, the guy ghosted you, remember? This is your first real date!”

“Yeah, well,” I muttered, folding my arms across my chest. “Not with the person I actually want to be with.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and gave me a playful nudge. “Trust me. He’ll be the one you want eventually.” His voice carried that mischievous tone he always used when he thought he knew something I didn’t.

I grunted in annoyance, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Hoseok had a way of getting under my skin, but sometimes, he was annoyingly right. Just as I was about to protest, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling me. I glanced at the screen. It was Jungkook.

My heart did a strange little flip, and before I could stop myself, I answered the call. “What do you want?”

On the other end of the line, Jungkook’s voice was smooth and playful. “Wear something cute or elegant tonight. I want to take you somewhere nice.”

“Oh—okay. Okay then,” I stammered, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. For some reason, hearing him talk like that made my stomach flutter. I wasn’t used to this side of him—at least, not anymore.

“Aight, see you later, pretty,” he said, his voice dropping in a way that made my skin tingle.

I hung up quickly, tossing my phone back onto the bed as if it were on fire. Hoseok was practically buzzing with excitement next to me, while my mom had that gleam in her eyes that told me she was about to go into full mom mode.

“What did he say?” Hoseok asked, leaning in closer.

I shook my head, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to creep onto my face. “He told me to wear something cute or elegant. That’s all.”

Hoseok gasped dramatically. “See? This is why we’re going to the salon! You need to look perfect!”

Before I could argue, my mom grabbed my hand and gently pulled me toward the hallway. “Come on, Y/N. This is important. It’s not just about looking good for him—it’s about feeling good about yourself too.”

I sighed, knowing there was no way I was getting out of this. “Fine, fine. Let’s go.”

We made our way to the salon, which was actually part of our house. My dad, before he passed, had built a special section dedicated to me and my mom—a small but luxurious space where we could indulge in all things beauty-related. He had been an architect, always working on something special for us, and this was one of his final masterpieces before he passed away.

The familiar scent of lavender and the soft hum of music filled the air as we stepped inside. It was always comforting being in this space, but today it felt different—almost bittersweet.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Hoseok declared, already directing the stylists like he owned the place. “We need her looking elegant and cute but with a twist of sass.”

“Don’t be too dramatic. It’s just a dinner,” I muttered as I sat down in the salon chair, but even I couldn’t hide the slight excitement bubbling under the surface.

My mom smiled warmly, standing behind me as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Y/N, this is your first real date. You never let yourself do these things. Just enjoy it.”

I glanced at her in the mirror, trying to argue, but something in her eyes softened my resolve. She was right. I never let myself enjoy moments like these. Maybe I should, just this once.

As the hairstylist began working on my hair, I glanced at Hoseok through the mirror. “I still don’t know about this. I mean, it’s Jungkook. Of all people.”

Hoseok grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, trust me, by the end of the night, you won’t be able to resist him. You’re gonna fall for him all over again.”

I rolled my eyes, but deep down, the thought sent a small shiver down my spine. Could he be right?

As the stylist continued, my hair began to take shape—a beautiful, light brown, almost blonde wavy perm that cascaded down my shoulders. It felt soft and voluminous, and as I ran my fingers through it, I had to admit—I looked good.

Hoseok and my mom were gushing over the final result, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you look stunning,” my mom said, her voice thick with emotion.

Hoseok clapped his hands together. “Okay, hair’s done. Now it’s time for the dress!”

We moved to my closet, where an array of designer dresses awaited. I had always been a sucker for high-end fashion—Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Prada. You name it, I loved it. And today, it seemed like Hoseok and my mom had pulled out all the stops.

I tried on dress after dress, each one more luxurious than the last. Every time I walked out to show them, Hoseok and my mom would gasp and clap like I was a supermodel on a runway. But no matter how many I tried, none of them felt quite right.

Until I found the dress.

It was tucked away in the back of the closet, hidden among the others. The moment I slipped it on, I knew it was the one. The fabric was soft and luxurious, hugging my curves in all the right places, while still showing just the right amount of skin. It was elegant, yet playful, and when I stepped out to show Hoseok and my mom, their reactions said it all.

“Oh my god,” Hoseok gasped, his hands flying to his face. “Eommoniiii! This is the one!”

My mom’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked at me. “Y/N, you look absolutely perfect.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, but deep down, I felt amazing. This dress was something else. I spun around, watching the fabric swirl around me, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“That dress is perfect,” Hoseok said, standing back to admire me. “It’s elegant, sexy, and just… wow.”

I chuckled, feeling a little self-conscious under their intense gazes. “Alright, alright. Stop it. I’m not that amazing.”

But my mom wasn’t laughing. She was staring at me, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Mom? Why are you crying?” I asked, suddenly worried.

She wiped at her eyes, sniffling slightly. “That dress… it was something your dad designed. He made it specifically for you.”

I froze, staring at her in shock. “What?”

She nodded, smiling through her tears. “He designed it just for you, Y/N. He wanted you to have something special.”

A lump formed in my throat as I looked down at the dress, my fingers grazing the fabric. My dad had designed this for me. And now, I was wearing it on a night I never expected. A mixture of emotions swirled inside me—happiness, sadness, and a deep longing to see him again.

I walked over to my mom, wrapping my arms around her as the tears began to spill from my eyes. “I miss him,” I whispered.

“I know, sweetheart,” she said, hugging me tightly. “He loved you so much. He built everything in this house for you.”

Hoseok came over, wrapping his arms around both of us in a tight group hug. “Your dad would be so proud of you, Y/N.”

I smiled through my tears, feeling a warmth in my chest that I hadn’t felt in a long time. “Thank you,” I whispered, holding them both close. This was what family was about—being there for each other, even in the moments when you least expected it.

Hoseok pulled out his phone, snapping a quick picture of the three of us. “Okay, we are so cute right now,” he declared, grinning.

My mom and I chuckled softly, wiping away our tears. “Alright, alright. You might ruin the look,” I teased, feeling lighter than I had in a long time.

A/N : these are all just the inspos of what she wore and her make up, but if you want something else then you can use your imaginations

Jungkook ringing the bell with his motorbike outside felt like something straight out of a movie. The low hum of the engine mixed with the fading light of the evening gave the moment an almost surreal quality. When I saw him standing there, holding out a spare helmet, something inside me fluttered.

“Hello? For Y/N please,” Jungkook called out in his playful tone as Hoseok and my mom guided me outside. The two of them were beaming, probably just as excited as I was.

Jungkook’s eyes met mine, and I could see him pause. His gaze softened, and it felt as though time slowed down between us. He looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time—no, more than that. His stare was filled with awe, admiration, and something so tender that it made my heart skip a beat.

"Wow," he whispered, completely taken aback. His eyes widened slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You’re pretty every day, but— you got even prettier.”

I chuckled at his words, feeling the warmth spread through me. “Alright, alright, we’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” Hoseok teased, glancing at my mom with a smirk.

Mom followed up with a playful wink, “Take care of my daughter, alright?”

Jungkook smiled, his eyes not leaving mine. “Of course, I will.”

As soon as we were left alone, he stepped closer, his hands gently placing the helmet over my head. Our eyes locked in the process, the intensity of the moment making my breath hitch. He leaned in slightly, his voice low, “You’re so fucking pretty.”

My heart raced as I smiled back, trying to keep my cool. “You look hot in that leather jacket,” I teased, hoping to balance out the tension. Jungkook chuckled softly, that familiar playful grin on his face, but then he did something that made my heart flutter even more.

He started to take off his leather jacket and draped it over my shoulders. “It’ll be windy and cold later. I don’t want you to be cold,” he said, his fingers lingering on the collar as his eyes traced my face, clearly unable to look away.

The warmth from his jacket and the tenderness in his gesture made me feel like I was floating. He guided me toward his big bike, making sure I was settled before he climbed on in front of me. As we took off, the city lights started to blur, the wind blowing through my hair, and the sound of Lana Del Rey’s “Happiness is a Butterfly” filled our helmets, setting the perfect soundtrack to the moment.

My hands instinctively wrapped around his waist as we zoomed down the streets. The feeling of being pressed against his back, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way the world seemed to rush by—it all felt so cinematic. It was hard not to feel like I was in one of those romantic movies I used to watch late at night.

As we passed through a tunnel, the lights flickered over us, casting fleeting shadows. Something inside me stirred. The moment felt endless, like the world had paused just for us. And that’s when it hit me, harder than ever before.

I was in love with Jeon Jungkook.

We arrived at a beautiful, almost dreamlike place—an amusement park, but it was empty. Just for us. The Ferris wheel glowed in the distance, standing tall against the darkening sky.

“Oh my god, Jungkook,” I gasped, excitement bubbling inside me like a child. I loved Ferris wheels, always had. There was something magical about them, especially when paired with fireworks. I turned to him, the question already forming on my lips. “How—how did you know I love amusement parks and Ferris wheels?”

Jungkook’s gaze softened even more, and he smiled that warm smile that always made my heart race. “Hoseok told me,” he admitted.

Before I could respond, his lips crashed onto mine, catching me completely off guard. But I melted into him, my body responding naturally, my heart pounding in my chest. He pulled me closer, his lips soft yet commanding, and it felt like everything else disappeared around us.

“Come on, let’s ride it,” he whispered against my lips, his eyes still locked on mine.

I couldn’t contain my excitement as I practically skipped to the Ferris wheel, feeling like a kid again. We climbed into the cart, and as we ascended to the top, I looked out at the glowing city below us, completely entranced.

Then, suddenly, the sky lit up. Fireworks exploded overhead, painting the night in vivid colors. I squealed in pure joy, the sight overwhelming me. “Oh my god!! Jungkook—ahhhh, oh my god!” Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t help but cry.

Jungkook didn’t say anything. He just watched me, his eyes filled with love and admiration. Seeing me happy like this was enough for him.

A flashback hit me then—memories of my dad taking me to the amusement park when I was little. We’d ride the Ferris wheel almost every day because he knew it was my favorite. The fireworks, the Ferris wheel, all of it brought me back to those innocent, happy days.

As we reached the top, the view below was breathtaking, but nothing compared to the way Jungkook was looking at me.

The fact that Hoseok had told him about this, that he had gone through all this effort just to see me smile, made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Loved. Seen.

We held hands as we descended, talking about the past. It was light and playful, the two of us teasing each other like we always did.

“Remember when you’d always ‘accidentally’ hit me or kick me?” Jungkook teased, nudging me playfully.

I rolled my eyes, smirking back at him. “It really was an accident… unless you wanted it not to be,” I fired back, narrowing my eyes mischievously.

His playful expression softened, and I could feel the air shift between us. Something heavier, more intense, settled in the space.

“Jungkook…” I whispered, my heart suddenly in my throat.

He turned to me, his voice low. “Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 5

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warninss : angst, no smut for now, a bunch of suprises

taglist : comment if you wanna be added to my taglists) @crazyovayou@sinfullygay@minghaosimp

word count: 3k words, kinda short

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

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It’s been a week since everything happened. Since that night that turned my world upside down. Since I found out Jungkook—Jeon Jungkook, the person I thought I knew—was the same guy entertaining that girl on the phone with those sickly sweet words. “Kookie baby, I miss you. Can I come over?” Those words have been etched into my mind, replaying over and over like a broken record I can’t turn off.

Seven days I’ve been locked in my room, shutting out the world. I’ve skipped all my classes. I’ve ignored every single text and call that’s come through my phone. It’s like I’ve shut down entirely. My friends? They’ve been worried. I know that much. I can feel it in the incessant knocks on my door, the texts from Hoseok growing increasingly concerned, and the phone calls from Namjoon asking if I’m alright.

I’ve responded to none of them. Because how could I possibly explain what’s going on? How could I possibly explain the whirlwind of emotions that’s tearing me apart inside, dragging me under until I can barely breathe?

I hear a knock on the door, again. I groan, curling up tighter beneath the covers, as if I can disappear entirely if I wish hard enough.

“Y/N,” Hoseok’s voice sounds from the other side. “I’m not leaving until you open up.”

I don’t respond. Maybe if I stay silent, he’ll go away.

“You’ve been in there for a week. You can’t keep doing this,” he continues, more forceful this time. “Today’s the presentation, Y/N. Namjoon’s worried. He’s been asking about you.”

My stomach twists. Right. The presentation. How could I forget? Namjoon’s been depending on me for weeks to get through this group project, and now I’m just blowing it all off. Great. Another thing to feel guilty about.

I pull the covers over my head, blocking out the light and Hoseok’s voice. But he’s not giving up this time.

“Y/N, if you don’t get up now, I’m breaking this door down. I swear I will,” Hoseok threatens, his voice full of frustration. But beneath that, I can hear it—concern. He’s worried.

I sigh, kicking the covers off. There’s no way Hoseok’s going to let this go. And honestly? He’s right. I’ve been hiding, running away from everything because I’m scared. Scared of seeing Jungkook again. Scared of what I’ll feel when I do. Scared of what I might do or say.

With shaky hands, I grab my phone from the nightstand and check the time. I’ve got maybe an hour before class starts.

I’m going to have to face Jungkook eventually. I can’t hide forever.

“I’m getting ready,” I mutter, loud enough for Hoseok to hear through the door.

I hear a sigh of relief from the other side. “Finally,” Hoseok says. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

As soon as I hear his footsteps retreat down the hall, I get up, running my hands through my messy hair. I look like a wreck, and I feel worse. But I have to push through it. I have to go to class. I have to face him.

The walk to class feels like I’m trudging through quicksand. Every step is heavy, weighed down by the anxiety bubbling in my chest. Hoseok doesn’t say much, but I can feel his gaze on me the whole time, as if he’s afraid I’ll turn around and run back to my room.

When we get to the classroom, my stomach drops. I can already feel the tension creeping in, like a tightening in my chest.

And there he is—Jungkook, sitting with his group at the front of the room, looking completely unbothered. Like he hasn’t been tearing me apart for days.

I sit down beside Namjoon, and he gives me a worried glance. “You good?” he whispers.

I nod stiffly, even though I’m anything but good. But what can I say? That I’ve been falling apart over a guy who clearly doesn’t give a damn? That I’ve been spiraling because I thought… maybe I was different?

No. I can’t.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie, forcing a tight-lipped smile.

Namjoon doesn’t seem convinced, but thankfully, he doesn’t push it. The professor starts class, and I try to focus, but my mind is all over the place. I can’t stop glancing at Jungkook from the corner of my eye. He hasn’t looked at me once. Not even a single glance.

Then, out of nowhere, a crumpled-up piece of paper lands on my desk.

I blink, confused, before unfolding it.

“Please stop ignoring me. Hear me out first.”

My heart skips a beat, and I glance toward Jungkook. He’s still not looking at me, but I know it’s from him. Who else would it be?

Another crumpled-up paper lands on my desk, this one more wrinkled than the last. I open it cautiously.

“Let’s talk later after the presentation? Yes [ ] Yes [ ]”

A small giggle escapes me, despite myself. The absurdity of it is almost funny. Of course, he’d give me no other option. Of course, he’d do something ridiculous like this.

But then reality hits me. This isn’t funny. This isn’t cute. This is him, once again, playing with me like I’m some kind of toy.

I crumple the paper back up, throwing it to the side. I can’t afford to be swayed by him. Not again. Not after everything.

Finally, it’s our turn to present. Namjoon stands confidently beside me as we go over our points, but I’m barely holding it together. My mind keeps drifting back to Jungkook. I can feel his eyes on me now, watching every move I make, but I refuse to look at him.

Focus. I have to focus.

But when it’s Jungkook’s turn to present, it is so not related to our topic...I can’t help but listen. He starts talking about Shakespeare, about love and tragedy and how easily things can be ruined by miscommunication.

His words hit too close to home, like he’s speaking directly to me. And maybe he is. His eyes flicker toward me, just for a second, and my heart clenches in my chest.

Is he doing this on purpose? Does he know what he’s doing to me?

He talks about how love isn’t easy, how it’s messy and painful, but it’s real. How sometimes, the people we care about the most are the ones we hurt the most. It’s like he’s pulling the words straight from my mind, saying everything I’ve been too afraid to admit.

By the time he’s done, I’m shaken. My hands are trembling as I sit down, trying to process what just happened.

I can’t do this. I need to get out of here.

As soon as class ends, I stand there, my hands trembling as I gather my books, trying to hold myself together. I can feel Jungkook's presence looming behind me, like a storm about to crash. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, knowing he’s not going to let me leave without saying something. The weight of his stare is unbearable.

“Y/N,” his voice is soft, but I can hear the tension in it, the frustration lacing every syllable. “We need to talk. Please.”

I don’t even turn to look at him. My jaw clenches, my vision blurring as tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I can’t do this. Not with him. Not when I’m barely holding myself together. I shove my books into my bag, my breath shaky as I speak, my voice cold and sharp.

“Why don’t you go talk to your ‘Kookie baby, I miss you, can I come over?’ girl,” I spit, the venom dripping from my words, my heart pounding in my chest. “Stop using me for once.”

The moment the words leave my mouth, the tension in the air thickens, but I don’t care. I don’t even care how cruel I sound because this is my reality—this is what he’s done to me.

Jungkook steps forward, his voice growing desperate. “Y/N, it’s not like that—”

“Not like that?” I whip around to face him, my voice cracking with disbelief. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Jungkook! I heard her. I heard the way she talked to you, like you’re something she can just call up whenever she feels like it. Like I don’t even fucking matter.”

He flinches at my words, his face crumbling in front of me. But I can’t stop. I’m unraveling, and there’s no going back now.

“You think it’s easy to love you?” I laugh bitterly, my chest heaving as the tears I’ve been holding back finally spill over. “You think it’s easy to want you, need you, when you’re always all over the place? Fuck this girl, fuck that girl. You think it’s easy for me to keep caring about you when you—” My voice breaks, and I have to pause to catch my breath. “You know what? Never mind.”

I try to push past him, desperate to get away before I completely fall apart, but Jungkook grabs my wrist, pulling me back. His eyes are wide, frantic. “Wait—”

“No,” I snap, wrenching my arm out of his grip. “I’m done. I’m going home.”

“Y/N, stop!” His voice rises, panic creeping into his tone as he steps in front of me, blocking my way. His chest is heaving now, his eyes wild with frustration. “You don’t get it. You don’t fucking get it!”

I meet his gaze, my eyes filled with hurt and anger. “What don’t I get, Jungkook? Huh? What am I missing here?”

He’s silent for a moment, his hands shaking as he runs them through his hair. He looks torn, like he’s grappling with something he can’t bring himself to say. And then, finally, he snaps.

“I have been in love with you since the first year!” His voice is raw, filled with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. “You think it’s easy for me? You think it’s easy trying to pretend like I don’t feel anything when I’ve been fucking obsessed with you this whole time?”

My breath catches in my throat. He’s looking at me like he’s just torn open his chest and laid everything bare, and I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know how to process it.

“W-What?” I stammer, completely thrown off balance.

Jungkook steps closer, his voice trembling with emotion. “I tried, Y/N. I tried so fucking hard not to feel this way. I tried to distract myself, tried to find someone else who could make me forget, but no matter what I did, it was always you. It’s always been you.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. This is the confession I’ve wanted for so long, the words I thought I’d never hear from him. But instead of feeling relief, all I feel is anger. Anger because this—this is what he chose to do with it?

“You think that’s supposed to make it better?” My voice cracks, the hurt spilling over as I stare at him, my hands trembling. “You think that’s supposed to fix everything? That you’ve been fucking other girls, using them to distract yourself from me?”

“Y/N—”

“Don’t,” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “Don’t you dare try to justify this. You made me feel like I was just another one of your stupid hookups. And now you expect me to believe that you love me? That it was all because of me?”

His face contorts with frustration, and he takes a step closer, his voice rising again. “Yes! Because no matter how hard I fucking tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about you! Every time I was with someone else, all I could think about was you, okay? It’s always been you, Y/N. You’re the one I can’t get out of my head.”

Tears blur my vision as I shake my head, backing away from him. “I don’t believe you.”

Jungkook’s expression hardens, his eyes dark with determination. “Then I’ll make you.”

Before I can even react, he grabs my face, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss is rough, desperate, like he’s trying to pour every unspoken word, every ounce of emotion into it. And for a moment, I let myself get lost in it. In him.

But then reality crashes down, and I pull away, gasping for air. “Jungkook, stop.”

He doesn’t let go. His hands grip my face, his forehead pressing against mine as he whispers, his voice raspy and broken. “I’ll show you how much I’ve been loving you. I’ll show you how much you mean to me.”

My heart shatters at his words, and I choke back a sob, my hands pushing weakly against his chest. “You can’t fix this with a kiss, Jungkook. You can’t just—”

“I don’t care,” he interrupts, his voice raw with desperation. “I don’t care if it’s messy or complicated. I just… I need you, Y/N. I need you to believe me. Please.”

I break. The walls I’ve spent so long building come crashing down, and I collapse into him, my body trembling as sobs wrack my frame.

“I can’t,” I cry, my hands clutching his shirt as I bury my face in his chest. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep letting you break my heart.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around me, holding me tight as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away. His voice is low, trembling with emotion as he whispers, “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I love you,” he says, his voice breaking. “I love you, Y/N. And I know I’ve messed up, but I need you to know that I’ve always loved you and i know you do too.

“Now that I finally have you, I don’t want to lose you, Y/N… please, just give me a chance,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against my ear. His words ignited a flicker of hope within me, yet the fear of vulnerability loomed large.

“Can you… can you stay at mine tonight?” I asked, my voice breaking under the weight of my emotions. I felt exposed, raw, but deep down, I craved the comfort of his presence.

He nodded, a gentle smile spreading across his face, reassuring me in ways words couldn't. “Yeah, I’ll drive us there.” His voice was steady, and as we pulled away from the embrace, I felt a rush of gratitude wash over me.

As we stepped outside, the evening air was cool against my flushed skin. We climbed into Jungkook's sleek white Mustang, and I could feel the tension starting to melt away, replaced by a tentative sense of hope. The ride was quiet but not uncomfortable; it was a silence filled with unspoken words and emotions we were both still trying to process.

My eyes were still slightly puffy from crying, but I managed to steal glances at him as he focused on the road. Jungkook had a way of drawing me in, his presence captivating and soothing all at once. The soft hum of the engine accompanied the pounding of my heart, and I wondered if he could hear it too.

Finally, we arrived in front of my house. The street was quiet, the only sounds coming from the rustling leaves and the distant hum of traffic. Before he could say anything, I gathered my courage and asked, “Who was that girl?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, steadying himself before responding. “It’s Yeji. My hookup from four weeks ago who can’t seem to take a hint.” His tone was calm, but I could sense the frustration beneath it.

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my voice steady. “Because if you have a girlfriend, I can back up.”

He chuckled lightly, a sound that filled me with a strange mixture of annoyance and affection. “No, Y/N. It’s not like that at all.” He fished out his phone and handed it to me. “The password is your birthday. You can check our conversation; I’m not lying.”

My cheeks flushed at his trust in me, and I hesitated for a moment before entering the password. The phone unlocked, and I quickly navigated to his messages. As I scanned through, I saw only a few texts from Yeji, mostly her attempting to initiate plans while Jungkook’s responses were short and dismissive.

The relief that washed over me was palpable, but jealousy simmered just beneath the surface. I clicked the options button and, on impulse, I blocked her. Handing the phone back to him, I stated firmly, “I blocked her. No one better call you like that again, or else I will really not talk to you ever.”

Jungkook’s laughter was genuine, and it made my heart flutter. “You jealous?” he teased, a playful smirk dancing across his lips.

“Shut up,” I retorted, trying to sound annoyed, but the corners of my mouth betrayed me, threatening to lift into a smile.

As we entered the house, the familiar scent of home enveloped me. My heart raced, still throbbing with the emotions of the day. The kitchen was alive with warmth; my mom was cooking, humming to herself, while Hoseok leaned against the counter, a serious expression on his face.

“Y/N! You’re back!” My mom looked up and smiled, her face lighting up at the sight of me. “How was your day?”

“Y/N… I need to talk to you about something,” Hoseok said, his voice low and serious.

I felt my heart drop, an unsettling feeling creeping into my chest. “What’s going on, Hobi?” I asked, glancing nervously at Jungkook, who was watching the exchange closely.

He straightened, his eyes focused on me as he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “I got a DNA test for me and your mom,” he said, taking a deep breath. “And… here.” He handed me the papers, his hands shaking slightly.

As I unfolded the document, my eyes widened at the bold letters: “100% related.” My mind raced as I struggled to comprehend the implications. “ No way…” I murmured, my breath catching in my throat.

“Mom… how?” I turned to my mother, searching her face for answers.

She looked distressed, her eyes darting between Hoseok and me. “I… I didn’t know how to tell you both. Y/N, you had a twin. The doctors said your twin died at birth. But apparently… your auntie...... took him,” she explained, her voice trembling.

The weight of her words settled over us like a heavy blanket. I felt as though the ground had shifted beneath my feet, and I could see the confusion and hurt reflected in Hoseok’s eyes. He had always been my best friend, my confidant, and now, the reality of our connection felt surreal.

“No way…” I whispered, my heart racing. I took a step towards Hoseok, wrapping my arms around him tightly. “Hobi, I’m so sorry… I can’t imagine how you feel.”

He stood stiffly for a moment, his body rigid with emotion, but then, slowly, he returned my embrace, the tension melting away slightly. “I always felt like there was something missing. I just never knew…” His voice broke, and I could feel the weight of his sorrow pressing down on us.

“Please forgive me, Hobi. I didn’t know,” my mom said softly, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Eommoni… it’s not your fault,” he replied, his voice filled with a mix of pain and understanding as he hugged her tightly. I could see the struggle on his face, torn between anger and love for the woman who had raised him.

After a long hour of trying to process everything—Hoseok’s feelings of betrayal and loss, my mom’s heartache, and the complicated dynamics of our newfound family—I finally excused myself to go upstairs with Jungkook. As we ascended the stairs, the air felt heavy with unresolved emotions.

“So, uh, you have a twin brother,” Jungkook muttered, glancing at me with a hint of sympathy. “No wonder you guys look so much alike.”

I nodded, trying to shake off the sadness. “I know… but I feel bad for Hoseok. Finding out that his deceased mom kidnapped him and took him away from his real mom is just… messed up.”

“Yeah, that’s really fucked up,” Jungkook agreed, running a hand through his hair, looking troubled. “I can’t believe he has to deal with that.”

Desperate to lighten the mood, I suggested, “Wanna watch a movie?” My heart ached for Hoseok, but I also longed for some normalcy, even if just for a little while.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, offering me a reassuring smile

a/n : okay soo this was short but i'll make sure to make the next chapter even longer. actually in the demo or my drafts this chapter, jungkook and oc had make up sex but i wasn't sure if i should add it cuz yeah. anyway i feel bad for hoseoks character:( alsoo the next chapter will include text msgs. there is only 3-2 more chapters left until i end this fic. thank you all very much for taking your time to read my fics!

untold secrets - J.JK - ONE SHOT - MDNI - SOON

pairings : stalker!jk x stalker!fem!reader

content/warnings : hair pulling, unprotected sx, choking kink, degradation, praisekink, big c!jk, boob lover!jk, tit play, fingering, stalking, masturabtion(fem), dry humping?oral(male recieves)

context : finding out that the man you've been stalking for a long time and ending up in his bed isn't really something you were expecting...

authors note : we don't have internet rn yall so i'm posting as much as i can, and everything or like all chapters are in my notes so i'll try my best to post or update as much as i can