Heart Got Teeth | Knj

heart got teeth | knj

(or, the one where namjoon meets his match and isn’t quite sure how to handle you.)

→ pairing: namjoon x f. reader → genre: pwp; smut, angst, enemies to fwb to lovers (kinda) → rating: explicit. minors dni. → warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, reader is kind of a dickhead for a while but namjoon is a very into it and generally a horny disaster so it cancels out, side jihope because i can, hobi can’t hold his alcohol and namjoon says baby a lot so this is basically canon compliant, this is just porn with a crumb of plot so i will do my best with the explicit tags: kissing, joon has a wet dream, oral sex (m/f receiving), masturbation (namjoon does it a lot, reader once), fingering, i think there’s a handjob, dirty talk, dom undertones but nothing full-on, thigh riding, facesitting, referenced semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, one ass slap, very light choking, namjoon is just down really bad idk what else to say. → wordcount: 12k → playlist: 5 seconds of summer - teeth • monsta x - nobody else • waterparks - stupid for you • poppy - all the things she said • namasenda - 24/7 • bastille - goosebumps • monsta x - wildfire → a/n: this is a fic i wrote for an old fandom and reworked/rewrote to work in this context, so if it looks familiar, it is. don’t report me, i promise it’s mine. :’) as always, thank you to lauren, jess, and bee for looking this over and catching all my fuckups. you all are the best and i would be a whole clown without the three of you.

To your credit, you truly have no ulterior, unsavory motives as you step inside.

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from home || masterlist

title: from home pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: richkid!jk, baker!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut

prompt: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class? 

status: completed

parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12

drabbles: — plain pink tees  — pool day — donut rings

begin again | knj

Summary: It’s been three months since Namjoon broke up with you, so what happens when you’re at a mutual friend’s wedding and he wants you back? Post Breakup AU

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Sad broody reader and sad broody Namjoon :(

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the five-year plan . fourteen | 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?

chapter fourteen. the one where things fall apart

pairing: best friend! jungkook x reader genre: fluff, idiots to lovers, slow burn. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. tags: fluff (but is it really?), angst, non-linear timeline, *conan voice* one truth prevails. (i don't think anything else but yall will probably yell at me for missing smth) wc: 7.7k (everywhere I go i see them) date posted: 121024 author’s note: good morning!!! (or good evening, good afternoon depending on your time zone) i hope you enjoy!! reccomended song for this chapter is seasons by wave to earth, i even linked the playlist 🫡

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The last waves of sleep slowly lap away with the press of lips against your cheek and an uncontrollable whine escapes your lips.

A gentle laugh is heard in response and a smile threatens to form even as you try to turn your face into your pillow, still chasing after Morpheus's sweet embrace. He continues his delicate attack against every inch of your skin that he can reach.

“Stop,” You whine trying to push him away and bury yourself under the covers, “I wanna sleep,”

“You gotta get up, we've got places to be, things to do, memories to make.” You can hear the smile in his voice, but you still haven't turned your gaze towards him, enjoying the familiar routine of this song and dance. "Time to get up baby.”

“Hmm,” You hum in consideration, “it'll cost you.”

“Will it?” He asks with a fond laugh, your heart feels like it's going to beat right out of your chest, and if this is the way you die then so be it, so full of love that you burst right at the seams.

“Yes,” You nod, finally turning towards him, blinking away the sleep from your eyes, “One—no, Two, two kisses.”

“Ahh,” He says dramatically, like it was some terrible feat like he wouldn't give you enough kisses to last a lifetime, “I think I can manage it.”

He gives you two pecks, quickly there and away before you can even really stop him, you whine reaching out for him, “No, three.”

“Three?” He asks incredulously, “In this economy?”

“Yes,” You insist, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him into your embrace,” Now quit arguing before I make it five.”

“Well, we can't have that can we?” He jokes, and then he finally presses his lips against yours. He kisses you slowly, deeply, like he has nowhere else to be but right here with you, forever.

The third kiss turns to a fourth, a fifth, a sixth until your thoughts are so clouded by him that you couldn't possibly even think about counting. The way you fit together is so familiar, yet it never fails to fill your heart with so much joy it's like it's the first time. You don't think you'll ever get over it, you hope you don't.

He finally pulls away, and he stares down at you, his lips swollen and a smile so sweet it breaks your heart.

“Good morning,” He says and it sounds less like a good morning, and more like an I love you.

“Good morning, Koo,” You answer, an I love you too.

–

“Okay, so the first thing on the itinerary today is breakfast with Jin-hyung and Sanghee-noona, and they're bringing Eunseo with them so make sure you bring the gift we got her. Ahh, I'm sure she'll look so cute in it,” Your husband says flittering around your bedroom putting together everything he needs for the day. You notice the way he grabs the necklace you bought him, and a specific pair of earrings— ones that you have a matching pair of that you're sure he'll talk you into wearing.

“Then we're meeting your parents for lunch, and then we're going to see everyone for dinner, Okay?” He turns towards you, still lying in bed with a blanket wrapped around you.

“Well, actually I don't think noona is going to dinner, that's why we're seeing her and Seo-ah for breakfast. But we won't have time to come home afterward, we've got other places to stop at, so please choose your outfit wisely because I really don't want to fight with your mom about what you're wearing. Which, it's so fucking stupid that she thinks just because we're married I suddenly have a right to tell you what to wear. And like whatever, I can fight so who cares if some asshole thinks he can run his mouth, I just don't understand why she thinks it's necessary to make dumb ass comments on it, sorry I don't dictate every decision you make — I mean, I guess I kind of just indirectly told you what to wear right now. Sorry baby, do as you please, it’s your birthday. Go crazy.”

“Jungkook,” You say with a laugh, “Baby, it's fine. We'll be fine, It's just one day. We'll just get through today, and then we can stay home for two weeks.” You lean forward and stretch up to catch his lips on your own.

“Hmm,” He says contemplating, smiling into the kiss, placing a delicate hand on your face, “Three.”

You can't help the laugh that escapes, smiling so wide that Jungkook ends up kissing your teeth.

–

Breakfast with Jin and Sanghee is absolutely perfect, Eunseo is the cutest baby in the whole world and you knew from the look in his eyes that Jungkook was imagining the two of you with a kid all of your own. You wondered if your child would have your smile and his eyes, his nose, and maybe your lips?

They'd be perfect no matter what so it didn't matter. They'd be perfect and oh so loved.

Lunch with your parents went less than perfect.

Your mom did actually try to start a fight about your outfit and Jungkook quickly distracted her by telling her that he was thinking about growing out his hair, which was far worse than what you were wearing in her opinion. You and Jungkook shared secret smiles as your mother went on and on all about what was wrong with the youth these days, and how you two were foolish for getting married so early — she was quickly shut up again when Jungkook loudly announced that the two of you were thinking of trying for a child. She suddenly no longer had qualms with Jungkook's tattoos, or his hair, or his piercings, or his job. All that mattered was that he'd be giving her grandchildren.

Today was everything you could've hoped for, the best birthday you could've possibly asked for, and now you're sitting at a restaurant surrounded by all of your friends. Namjoon, Taehyung, Jin, Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi — Yoongi? You hadn't met Yoongi yet, you're sure of it you hadn't met Yoongi until after the di–.

“Time to blow out the candles!” Hoseok announces loudly while carrying the cake towards you.

Everyone breaks into the familiar tune of Happy Birthday, and your thought slips away from you without you noticing like it was never there.

As you're leaning forward to blow out the candles a wish on your lips, for life to always be like this something else catches your eyes— “Peonies?” You say curiously, eyes locked on the flowers in the center of the table, something is wrong, you can feel it, and you're not sure what it is but you can tell these flowers are the key to it.

“What?” Jungkook asks from your side, placing a kiss to your temple, “What's wrong baby?”

“The peonies.” Your eyes don't leave the flowers sitting on the center of the table, “My favorite flowers are tulips, those are peonies. You didn't get me peonies for my birthday… Jimin did.”

As soon as those words leave your mouth, you are jolted out of the moment, you awaken with a gasp, trying to catch your breath and reorient yourself. You're no longer in the restaurant surrounded by everyone you love but in an entirely unfamiliar place. But the longer you're awake, the more your brain adjusts to the changes, you even start to slowly notice things; the jacket hanging on the back of the chair that you picked out once upon a time, the watch sitting on the nightstand, and lastly the framed photos on the wall. One of a little boy accompanied by his parents on each side of him standing on the shore somewhere in Busan, a group shot of eleven friends all smushed together in a photo booth — it's not even from the photo strip but a photo taken on someone's phone, and then a photo you have hidden in a drawer somewhere in your apartment. Because the third photo is you staring back at yourself with a wide smile on your face, cheek pressed tightly against another's who's smiling just as hard as you, the photo from the vacation the two of you had taken just after you graduated from college.

“Mimi?” You ask cautiously, voice coming out unexpectedly hoarse. All that you get in response is a familiar groan coming from your left and you turn your head to find your ex-husband sleeping in the bed beside you, all the covers wrapped around him tightly in a way that feels far too familiar and yet so unexpected and jarring all at once.

How the fuck did you get here?

“Mimi?” Jimin says with a teasing smile, his voice still rough and groggy from sleep. You're both seated at his kitchen island, you're cradling a mug of coffee in your hands. You're not yet drinking it but temporarily stealing its warmth, “I can't remember the last time you called me that.”

You shrug, shrouded in the throw blanket that you had found on his couch. It's not the blue one you had left at your house when you had divorced, a part of you had kind of wished he still had it, that it wasn't just you that was left with all the small reminders of what once was.

“Had a weird dream,” You confess, blinking at him slowly, finally bringing the coffee up to your lips to take a small sip. The warmth soothed you in a way you couldn't explain, your eyes slipping close until Jimin's voice came again.

“About what?” He asks sounding genuinely curious, just a hint of concern, like he thinks he shouldn't let it show. He runs a hand through his messy bed head and you're hit by the old urge to run your own hands through his hair.

You stare at him for a minute, not sure if you should actually tell him what had really happened in your dreams.

You settle on a “Jungkook.” Electing to tell him but choosing to omit what had actually bothered you about the dream.

“Was it a sexy dream?” He teases, “And while in bed with your ex-husband no less.” He tuts, a shit-eating grin overtaking his face.

“No,” You defend yourself, nose scrunching up. You chose not to point out that you definitely had a sexy dream or two about Jungkook when you were still married. You also don't point out that he did too, and that he even had a whole crisis about it for days.

“Which, how did I even end up in your bed, Jimin-ssi?” You squint your eyes at him accusingly, you don't remember running into him at any point last night, so how in the fuck did you end up here?

“Jimin-ssi.” He scoffs, “It was Mimi like fifteen minutes ago, it's too early for you to be this dramatic.”

You just stare at him expectantly, he'd been your husband for four years, he knows well how dramatic you could truly be.

He rolls his eyes, “I found you hiding in Namjoonie-hyung's room at Hobi-hyung's party, completely wasted, might I add.”

You know that if you were still married that right about now he’d be giving you a lecture about drinking that heavily while you were by yourself. When he wasn’t there to take care of you, to make sure you got home safe, so he was certain that no one could take advantage of you in that state. But that's no longer his responsibility, you're no longer his responsibility, so he doesn't say it.

“So I offered to take you home, but you kept insisting you couldn't go home because of some man named John,” He says the last part sounding confused, he looks at you for context but you're as lost as him, John?

“Then I was going to take you to Jungkookie's but then you started crying, started talking about how you don't deserve him and he doesn't deserve your treatment and well I'm not sure what else. But I just ended up taking you here after assuring you that I have never met John so there's no way he could find you here.”

Who the fuck is John?

“I got you in bed and I was going to take the couch but then you looked at me with those fucking eyes and you know I can't say no to that look,” You do know that, you'd gotten away with so much during your relationship with the right timing of that look, “And then you asked me to stay, and when I even tried saying no, but you just said why do you keep leaving me, which ouch, Y/N, lot of emotional manipulation there. So, here you go, the two of us, in bed, together.”

“Okay.” You say, not sure what else to say, what else you could say. There was a lot to process in all of that mess, and you're not even sure where to start. And in all honesty, you're far too hungover to even begin processing it.

“Okay?” He laughs, “Nothing else?”

You shake your head no and then take a sip of your coffee again.

“Brat.” He scoffs fondly, a familiar interaction between you two.

“How's the girlfriend?” You ask, deciding to actually be a brat about the situation, “How's she gonna feel about me being here?”

Jimin's gaze darkens for a moment before dropping into something a little more muted, “We broke up.”

“Oh?” You ask surprised, last you heard the two were still going strong, almost coming up on their first anniversary, they'd started seeing each other officially before the divorce had even fully settled. And because you can't help yourself, “Did you find out the hard way that the grass isn't greener on the other side?”

“No,” He denies without hesitation, “It's not always greener on the other side, but it is different. There's some moss, and dandelions, and a whole different ecosystem to discover. So, I am enjoying exploring the other side.”

You're not sure how to respond to that, so you take another sip of your coffee and pulled out another familiar response, “Dickhead.” It sounds far too fond leaving your lips and he can't help but smile at you.

“So,” He says, dragging out the 'o', “Tell me about your dream about Googie?” It's more a question than a statement.

He's seated in a way that's so familiar; it feels so reminiscent of the times you'd sit around the table late in the afternoon gossiping about all the things that happened recently. Did you hear what so-and-so did? And Taetae told me that - and I heard that she got plastic surgery and he's cheating on her with the neighbor and so on and so forth. The two of you forever standing at your little intersection of being both lovers and friends.

“Well, I don't know,” Your teeth drag across your bottom lip, slightly chapped from the colder weather, it wouldn't hurt to talk about it. It might bring up some old wounds to the surface but Jimin used to be the person you'd tell everything to.

“It was more of a memory than a dream, it was my birthday, my 23rd,” You say giving him a pointed look, “Y'know before everything was completely fucked. But it was weird because things were different, like in my dream we had breakfast with Jin and Sanghee and Eunseo, but Seo-ah wasn't even born yet. And like Yoongi was at the birthday dinner but I didn't even meet him until after the divorce. And, well when Jungkook and I, when we had lunch with my parents, she was nitpicking at him the whole time which is crazy because she never nitpicks at you. She loves you, probably more than she loves me. I think she was more upset by our divorce than me. But even those little things didn't deter me because it was just, so good, I was so happy, well, until”

You pause giving him a look, and he stares back telling you to continue with his eyes, “The peonies.”

“Ah,” He says with a bitter laugh, throwing his head back dramatically with a roll of his eyes, “The fucking peonies.”

“Jungkook would never get me peonies,” You say with complete certainty, maybe rubbing the salt in his wounds a little, “As soon as that thought crossed my mind everything else seemed to unravel and I just remembered that day how it actually played out. Fighting that morning because you were too tired to go to breakfast and it was so embarrassing to show up just by myself and having to watch Jin and Sanghee be so in love when we'd had just spent an hour yelling at each other. And when we went to lunch with my parents, my mom embarrassed me in front of the whole restaurant and you didn't say anything,” tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes, and you reach up and wipe them away roughly, “And then fighting over the fucking peonies.”

It's silent for a moment, the air heavy between the two of you.

“I think things started to fall apart a lot earlier than we noticed.” You say when the few tears subside, you take another sip of your coffee, no longer warm in your hands.

Jimin lets out a small hum before nodding in agreement. “I think so too.” He takes a drink too.

Apparently being face to face again was too much for the both of you, it's just far too easy to slip into your hurt when you're looking into each other's eyes.

—

The last time the two of you had spoken to each other it had went much better.

It was just nearing eight when your phone started ringing.

You weren't proud to say that you were completely startled by the sudden phone call, the hand that had been idly stroking through Jungkook's hair had unintentionally tightened. He had fallen asleep with his head in your lap about an hour ago.

He had shown up on your doorstep looking so completely physically and mentally exhausted that you couldn't stop yourself from taking care of him. You force-fed him an early dinner, entirely certain that he'd forgotten to eat. You were far too familiar with how he gets when he gets caught up in work, he forgets about everything else but what he's presently doing.

And after you stuffed him with food and water you had forced him to lay down on your couch and turned on the TV to keep him (however shortly) preoccupied.

He had barely made it through half an episode of Detective Conan before he drifted off, head in your lap and when the episode ended you didn't start the next, the room just full of the sounds of him breathing and his soft snores.

So, when you were watching a TikTok with the volume turned almost completely down you were more than a little thrown off when your phone started ringing.

It's not very common for anyone to call you. Most of your friends hell, even your boss, preferred to send you a text.

The usual culprits for unexpected phone calls were usually two suspects; the first being the man currently sleeping in your arms, 'I just don't like texting,' 'I want to hear your voice,' 'It's just faster to call' were his frequent responses when you'd complain about it.

Suspect number two are your parents but you had spoken to your mother earlier on in the week; “Bubs, your dad and I were talking and we think that you should” — the nearly two-hour long phone call where she offered her thought on every single decision you've made in your adult life should tide her over until the next holiday. It's far too soon for her to be calling again.

'Park Jimin' taunts you from the top of the screen, the name sitting right next to the accept and decline buttons.

It wasn't the first time the two of you had spoken to each other since Jungkook and Namjoon's joint birthday dinner, the two of you had exchanged a few texts here and there and a phone call or two that lasted far longer than it necessarily needed to.

You hadn't told Jungkook.

Well, you hadn't told anyone really, but not telling Jungkook specifically made you feel guilty in a way you really couldn't explain.

“Hello?” You say hesitantly, finally answering the phone after the fifth or sixth ring, you're speaking quietly, trying not to disturb the man sleeping on your lap.

“Hi,” The familiar voice comes from the other end of the line and you find yourself smiling in response, your body relaxing back against the couch.

“Hi.” You say instantaneously, a part of you is just happy to be hearing his voice again. Still so shocked that he's a part of your life again, no matter how small.

He laughs and your chest feels warm, “We already said that.”

“Right,” Your cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling and you bring your palm up to your face to press against them, Jungkook makes a noise of protest at the sudden lack of your touch.

“This a bad time?” Jimin asks hesitantly, clearly hearing his whines.

“No,” You deny quickly, returning your hand back to where it was, once again raking your fingers through his hair. He lets out a content sigh, shuffling to make himself more comfortable in your lap, face now pressed into your stomach, and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, “It was just Jungkook,” You say, and then you add, “He's sleeping.”

“Ah.” Jimin's response, or rather lack of response is telling, like he wants to say so much but he doesn't feel like you're at a point in your relationship again where he can say what he wants to say. This feels so strange because there used to be a time when he didn't have to say anything for you to hear every single thing that he was saying, that he could get his point across with just a look when you could hear his thoughts before he could even think them.

“How was work?” You ask, changing the subject, he won't talk about Jungkook if you don't start that conversation, and you don't think you're ready for it yet. You've never been one for small talk, but you're still a little off balance with navigating your new tentative friendship, “I'm assuming you're just getting off.”

“Mmm-hmm,” He confirms, “Kind of. Doctor Min got called into an emergency procedure,” Doctor Min is the owner of the building his boss, Doctor Shinn, runs his practice in, “And after I finished seeing all of my patients for the day, I went over to their side of the office and ended up getting caught in a conversation with him that lasted an hour. I swear that man has no sense of work-life balance.”

It turns into a rant that goes on and on but you listen attentively, responding where it feels necessary and keeping quiet when it doesn't. It's not long before you've moved on from his day at work to him asking what you've been up to this week, and then talking about what's been going on with him lately. You discuss how your parents are doing, what his parents have been up to, and everything else you could possibly think of — steering clear of one topic in particular, an obvious gap in your conversation as you avoid mentioning the one person you seem to be spending the most time with recently.

You're on the phone far longer than you need to be and before you know it, it’s nearing midnight and you've talked enough that you know your throat will be a little sore tomorrow, voice a little hoarse.

Jungkook remained asleep. Laying peacefully in your arms the whole time, and for some reason you had a knot forming in your stomach when you finally told Jimin goodbye and looked down at him, so comfortable there with you like it's the only place he should be.

–

You stare at the notifications on your home screen, nearly 50 missed calls, and an insane amount of text messages, all from Jungkook, HeeWon, and … Namjoon?

You click his name first, two messages as opposed to the massive amount from the other two, it felt far less daunting.

Namjoon

Sorry! I shouldn't have called Jungkook, I didn't know you two were fighting. He let me know that you got home safe with HeeWon, glad you're okay.

Namjoon Sorry again!

What the fuck?

Why does he think that you're with HeeWon? And how does he know that you and Jungkook are fighting? Is that even the right word for it, is it really fighting if you're not even talking to each other? It seems more like an impasse than anything else.

You close out of the conversation and immediately move on to your chat with Jungkook.

Jeon 🐰 [3:23 AM] Where are you?

Jeon 🐰 ?????

Jeon 🐰 Bubs

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

Jeon 🐰 Y/N

Jeon 🐰 Pick up your phone

Jeon 🐰 Y/N

Jeon 🐰 Where the fuck are you?

Jeon 🐰 Baby, please just answer your phone.

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.

Jeon 🐰 [10:25 AM] I'm on my way to HeeWon's.

Oh shit, you open the messages from HeeWon, silently praying to every god you could think of that he hadn't made it to her place yet; that he wouldn't find out that you're not there, that you never were.

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.

HeeWon [10:50 am] Oh fuck.

Hewon Oh fuck.

HeeWon You're fucked.

HeeWon Fucking fuck fuck fuck.

You look up at the time, 11:06. Fuck indeed. Jungkook could be here genuinely any minute, you're not really sure how far away Jimin's place is from HeeWon's but you do know you're far too hungover for whatever fight that will be coming out of this.

“Fuck.” You whine, throwing your phone down on the counter, it's quickly followed by your head, the cool marble feeling pleasant against your throbbing head.

“Everything okay?”

“Jungkook's on the way.” Your words come out muffled, “Fucking fuck fuck fuck.”

“Oh?” Jimin asks confused, “And why's that a problem?”

You sit up and glare at him, “I didn't tell him that we've been, I don't know, talking.”

“Oh?” He sounds shocked, and oddly enough, a little pleased.

“It's not a big deal, I just,” You sigh, “I didn't want him to overreact and take it the wrong way. It's not like we're doing anything, but I just, you know how he is.”

He nods, knowing fully the level of jealousy that Jeon Jungkook is capable of possessing. But still, “I mean I don't think it should be a big deal-”

“He told me he loves me,” You cut him off.

Jimin chokes on air, “Holy shit,” he wheezes, aggressively patting against his chest to get his airflow to work properly again.

“Holy shit.” He says with feeling when he can finally breathe again.

“I know,” You whine, dropping your head back against the counter, “I don't know what to do, he tried to take it back and we've just been acting like everything is normal and then we had a stupid fight and I just, I haven't really seen him since and I don't know what to do. Everything sucks.”

“Holy shit,” Jimin says again, a near-delirious smile on his face as a choked laugh leaves his mouth.

“Can you say anything fucking else?”

“No, it's just-” He lets out a choked laugh again, “I mean, holy shit, I can't believe he finally told you.”

You look up at him in shock, “Park Jimin, what the fuck do you mean finally?”

He looks panicked now, scared that you'll jump across the table and forcibly get the answers out of him. He gives you an awkward shrug like that's somehow an answer enough.

Before you could yell at him, demand an explanation for the bullshit that just came out of his mouth your phone starts ringing.

It's like a scene in a horror movie the way that such a simple thing could scare you.

You stare at the screen, a look of absolute terror on your face, your eyes go from the phone, then to Jimin, and then back to the phone again.

“If you're not gonna answer it, then I will,” Your ex-husband says, reaching out for the phone.

You slap his hand away, “Absolutely not! I'm not ready yet, don't answer it.”

You give him an 'Are you insane?' look. He reaches for the phone again and you stand trying to push him away, keeping space between the phone and him. The two of you fight for the phone, and when Jimin finally gets it in his hands and holds it out of your reach, he goes to answer, and … it stops ringing.

You let out a sigh of relief, “Thank fuck.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, like divine punishment the phone starts ringing again. Jimin answers it immediately, “Hi Googie.” His voice bright, an eye-crinkled smile on his face.

You can't hear the other side of the conversation, but you can't imagine it's too kind the way his smile slowly starts to drop, expression slowly becoming more serious, ”Hmm, yeah, she's right here. You want to talk to her?”

You shake your head aggressively, no, he doesn't want to talk to you. You can't face him right now.

He ignores your protests and puts the phone in your hand, and then he gives you a small smile and leaves the kitchen.

The phone sits in your hand for a moment, you're too scared to make any sudden movements like it could physically hurt you.

“Hello.” You say after a moment, finally bringing it up to your ear.

“I'm here.” Is all you get in response before the line goes dead, he sounded pissed.

—

It feels far too much like a walk of shame as you make your way to his Benz, hair a mess, wearing last night's clothes and make up.

You don't say anything as you get into the car and he doesn't say anything either. He just waits for you to fasten your seatbelt and takes off. The playlist he'd been listening to carried on where it left off. You're familiar with this playlist, the one he'd made just for you. Saved on Spotify titled "Bubs 🌷" full of all the songs that he'd heard that made him think of you and the ones you'd constantly walk around singing.

It's nearing the end of the playlist, Zion T's No Make Up is playing, and you know it'll be followed by Sour Grapes by Le Sserafim, then Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse, and start right back at the beginning with Rhinestone Eyes by Gorillaz.

“Where are we going?” He asks, finally breaking the silence between you two, the beginning notes of Sour Grapes now playing.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, not sure how to answer. He had said where are we going, not where am I dropping you off, so the two of you would be together whether you wanted it or not. It looks like time was up and the two of you were having that conversation whether you were ready or not.

“Your place,” You finally answer during the chorus, it'd be that easier that way. When things go south, you'd at least be able to leave.

“Okay.” He nods, eyes not leaving the road. It's so unlike him it makes you feel sick, you're used to constantly reminding him to keep his eyes on the road, he was always too preoccupied with stealing glances at you.

Good Looking is just starting to play when you finally rack up the courage to speak again, “I,” You clear your throat, “Jimin and I have—”

“No.” His voice is harsh when he cuts you off, eyes still not leaving the road, “We can talk when we get home.”

You watch his jaw clench, your throat feels tight, and your eyes burn as you say “Okay”

You're silent again, staring out the window and watching the cars pass by.

When Good Looking fades out, it's not Rhinestone Eyes that starts playing but something else — it's not a song you've heard before a slow melody playing through his car's speakers.

If it was any other time, he'd be excited to tell you about the new song, and why it made him think of you and why he's certain you'd love it.

But all you can do is sit silently and listen, the distance between the two of you feeling insurmountable.

“I can't be your love, Look, it's too trivial for you now,”

Oh.

Oh.

Your breath hitches in your throat, your eyes shifting to Jungkook again who just stares ahead at the road. You try to stop listening to the words, trying to find something to distract you but it's like you can't do anything else.

“I can't be your love, Cause I'm afraid, I'll ruin your life, hmmm.”

The song plays on, a heavy weight settling in your chest, it's like it's been there for days but suddenly it's much larger than it was before. You inhale deeply, trying to force the weight away, and when you exhale tears start to trickle down your face.

“But I'll, pray for you all the time.

If I could be by your side. I'll give you all my life, my seasons.”

You're crying before you're even aware it, full body tremors as you gasp for breath, “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.”

Despite the absolute surety you had that everything would be blowing up in your face as soon as you had gotten to his place. That as soon as you had gotten through the door the screaming would start, and you'd be right in the middle of the fight. You've been preparing for it, body tense and fist clenched.

But that's not what happens, you get through the door, and when you turn to face Jungkook, waiting for him to let out all his hurt and anger again. You'd made up countless scenarios about how this would go on the drive here, but none of them happen.

Because as soon as the door is closed behind him, he walks up to you and wraps you up in his arms. Hugging you tightly to himself like he's afraid if he lets go you'll disappear. It's like the rug has been pulled right from under your feet, you're not sure what to do or what to say.

“You're,” You swallow down the lump in your throat, tears threatening to spill over once again, “You're not mad at me?”

“Oh, I'm so fucking mad at you, I've never been this mad in my life,” He breathes out, the tone of his voice and his actions not at all matching the words he's saying, “I was so worried, baby, what the fuck were you thinking?”

He drops his forehead until it's resting on top of your head, “You're such an idiot, I was so fucking scared, no one knew where you went and you wouldn't answer your phone, and wish, you were with Jimin? Of all people? Of course, I'm mad.”

He lets out a breathless chuckle, when he finally pulls back from the hug to look down at you, “You look a mess, let's take a bath?”

You find yourself nodding along without much thought, still feeling entirely uncertain about everything.

—

The bath was a good idea, you could feel your tension melt away with the warm water. Back resting against his chest, and not looking him in face seemed like an easier option to starting the conversation.

“Jimin and I,” You clear your throat, “we've been talking for a while, well ever since birthday dinner.”

You can feel Jungkook nod more than anything else, he places a kiss to your shoulder, “I'm not sure why I didn't tell you, it just, it felt weird. And then the longer I went without telling you the more I just felt like I shouldn't. It just felt like it would turn into this massive fight and I didn't want to ever bring it up because it wasn't a big deal, it's not like we're getting back together we were just talking, trying to be friends again because all of my friends are his friends and it just it made more sense. That's, kind of what we talked about that night.”

The words are slow to leave, but once they start it's hard to stop them, everything you've been wanting to say starts tumbling out, one word right after the other.

“Oh?” He sounds too casual like he wasn't haunted by imagining what the two of you had been talking about that night like he didn't live in a state of fear that he'd wake up one day and you'd tell him that you and Jimin are getting back together and his limited time with you has run up.

You nod, relaxing more of your weight against him, you close your eyes and let the whole story come out;

“Can we talk?” Jimin asks.

You nod, and both head out the side door to talk outside.

You're silent for a moment, just listening to the sounds of the city around you, neither of you sure how to start the conversation.

“How have you been?” You ask, faux-casually, at the same time Jimin's face breaks into a shit-eating grin, “Baby, huh?”

You groan, throwing your head back, “Oh my god, that was so embarrassing.”

“Did you just ask me how I've been?” He laughs, sounding near hysterics, “You hate small talk.”

“Well, what else do you say to your ex-husband you're seeing for the first time in 8 months, Jimin, there's not like there's a manual on this.”

“I mean, we can start with why your best friend is calling you baby,” He teases again, the overwhelming urge to tease Jungkook outweighing anything else at the moment.

Jungkook groans from behind you, throwing his head back dramatically against the tub, “It wasn't that funny, everyone was giving me shit for days,”

Now that you were no longer in the moment you could admit it was actually pretty funny, “You looked like a deer in the headlights.” You say between giggles.

“I can't believe you had me so anxious over this mysterious conversation that you come back crying from and he was just teasing me the whole time,”

“He wasn't teasing you the whole time,” you defend.

“Y'know, I used to be jealous of you and Googie,” Jimin admits

“What?” You ask sounding incredulous.

He nods his affirmation, kicking a rock beneath his shoes, “I hated that it felt like you were closer to him than to me, sometimes it felt like he was the one that was more important to you than me. But, I just had to remind myself that you loved me, differently than you love him.”

You noticed that he said loved, as in the past tense. Like you'd ever stop loving him, like there wouldn't always be a part of you that loved Park Jimin, that he wasn't etched into your very being. Maybe you weren't madly in love with him the way you used to but that love never went away, just shifted into something else.

“Then I realized he's your Taehyung.”

“What?” Jungkook asks surprised.

“What?” You ask, completely taken by surprise.

He nods, “That's what I kept telling myself at least.”

You nod along like his words make sense and the more that you thought about it, they sort of did, Taehyung was his other half, the missing piece of his soul. His very best friend until the end of time, so if he needed to tell himself that's what Jungkook is to you then so be it.

You nod one more time in finality, getting where his thoughts lie, and because the thought occurs to you and you're physically incapable of stopping the words before they leave your mouth, “You're fucking Taehyung?”

Jimin chokes on air —

Jungkook bursts in laughter behind you, his whole body shaking with it. You can't help but smile, you're not sure when the last time you heard him laugh that hard was.

“No!” He says sounding completely shocked, “You're fucking Jungkook?”

Your hand goes up to your mouth in shock, you can't believe you just walked yourself right into that corner.

You nod as he stares at you baffled, “Fuck.” He says empathetically.

Jungkook's laughing so hard now there's barely any sound coming out.

“I can't believe you're fucking Jungkookie.” He's staring at you bewildered, "I just thought — huh.”

You shift your weight from feet to feet, turning your eyes away from him, trying to displace all the forming tension. Your body was aflame in embarrassment.

“Wow, okay. Right,” Jimin says, sounding like he's still trying to process the new information.

You give him a sheepish smile when your eyes meet again, “I mean, we're not, together. It, just, I want a baby.”

He makes an a-ha noise like everything just clicked into place in his head, “The five-year plan.”

“The five-year plan.” You confirm.

He nods, seeming to have an understanding now, “He's a good option for that, I mean, kind of surprised you didn't ask Namjo-”

“He didn't say that,” Jungkook says huffily from behind you.

“Okay, he didn't say that,” You agree easily. (He absolutely did say that.)

“Do you think we can be friends again?” You say suddenly, surprisingly enjoying the familiar bickering between the two of you, “I mean are we just going to keep avoiding our friends in the hopes that we don't see each other – because tonight made me realize how much I missed them and I don't want to keep doing that. I don't want to be afraid that you'll show up, I want to be okay with seeing you, I want you to be in my life again. It feels like there's this hole, and it's just getting bigger the longer that you're gone, and I thought grief was supposed to work the opposite way, that it gets smaller or you get larger and you stop noticing it but I never stop noticing it and it just- it just fucking sucks. I'm constantly missing you, like a fucking limb. And I just keep going on pretending that I don't, that I'm okay because I should be okay by now, we weren't even really together for the last little while but I don't know I still had you in my life then and I just I try not to be upset about it because I shouldn't be. I just, I want you in my life again, I fucking hate this.”

“Me too.” He agrees easily.

—

You stay in the bath until it gets cold, telling Jungkook every single word that you shared that night, and everything else that happened between the two of you since.

And when you get out he dresses you in the comfiest clothes he could find, dries your hair, and gently holds your face in his hands, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Like he's trying to prolong this moment, knowing entirely well what is coming next.

“You've been a bit of an asshole recently,” He admits when the two of you are laying together on his bed, face to face. You nod your agreement, there's no denying it.

“I'm sorry,” You admit softly.

He smiles reaching out to hold your face in his hands, tracing gentle shapes against your cheeks with his thumbs, “I've heard more apologies from you today, than in the whole time I’ve known you, you must really be sorry.”

“Because I am,” You insist, “I really fucked up, and I need to fix this. I don't want us to hate each other, I don't want us to end up-”

Your breath hitches in your throat, not quite meaning to say that.

“Like you and Jimin?” Jungkook prods, finishing the sentence for you, lifting your face to make you meet his eyes again.

You nod, pursing your lips to stop the incoming tears.

“We won't,” He promises.

You nod again, “We won't,” You agree, “I won't let us. We need to fix this before it's too late. I think we need to just, start over. Try again.”

He gives you a sad smile when your next words come, “We need to tear everything down and just, start anew.”

“Why does it feel like your breaking up with me?” He halfheartedly jokes, thumb rubbing softly on your cheek.

“I think I am.” You whisper back, tears finally starting to fall.

“Okay.” He lets out a breathless laugh, this time he doesn't bother to hide the tears that start to fall.

“Okay?” You ask, once again surprised. He's being so unlike himself, every time you'd argue he's just bitten his tongue and let you get your way.

“Mhm,” He affirms, “We're definitely going to fight about this later, and I'm gonna tell you all the reasons why it's a stupid idea and you're going to tell me all the reasons why you think we need to and we're going to say things neither of us mean and it's going to hurt, but right now I just want to have this moment. Where everything is okay, and if it's going to be the last good moment for awhile, I want to enjoy it. I just want tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

— update schedule will be posted soon, i have decided that i'm expediting my posting schedule to be done with this series sooner, and i will be back with what that timeline looks like when i have it figured out.

jjk; off-league

summary; you decide to do a little boudoir photoshoot for yourself—a little sexy lingerie, some bunny ears, maybe even a little nudity to make you feel more body positive about yourself. that little photoshoot doesn’t end up being for yourself anymore when you accidentally send those sexy pictures to your stupidly hot, stupidly talented childhood friend who you haven’t spoken to since middle school graduation.  pairing; photographer!jk x fem!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers!au, flangst, mutual pining, feelings of insecurity and body image, suggestive language, nudity  w.c; 6.2k a/n: i was feeling a lil meh about this fic after finishing it but a month later it finally makes its debut! for @btsghostiewritersnet​ BGW Bingo Bash! today’s trope is “childhood friends to lovers” which surprisingly isn’t a favorite of mine so it was definitely a challenge to write! 

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⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party. 〞post break up au. exes to lovers au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jungkook x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 17k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of alcohol, swearing, so much angst, pining? i guess, they’re both broken up but still love each other so there’s that lmao, reader emotionally cheats a fair amount, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, sub!reader, pussy eating, hair pulling, fingering, dirty talk, this was supposed to be soft sex but idk what happened, okay it’s kinda soft but also feral, tender feral sex, aka the seraphjoon vibe, unprotected sex, riding, creampie, multiple orgasms

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: YEEEHAW LOOK I DID SOMETHING !! i had sudden inspo for this fic and while it HURTS it doesn’t hurt too bad i dont think. anyway, i hope you enjoy it but its like 3am so i’m going to bed now hawyeet

⇥ part of the mixtape series

⏤ edited by my wonderful beta @shadowsremedy​

One late Friday evening, Jungkook finds himself in his apartment. He’s currently sat on the sofa, simply staring off into space as he waits for his date to return. Jungkook doesn’t really remember much about her, they’d just been to dinner and try as he might, he just hadn’t been able to focus on the conversation. One reason being none other than it had been a completely stilted conversation - first dates were always awkward - but paired with the fact he barely knows her, and that he’d been on about seventeen different first dates in the last three months, he’d found himself unable to really keep the conversation going.

Of course, the second - and more major - reason, would be that she’s not you.

But Jungkook would rather not think about that right now.

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