Edge Of Forever [BTS!Space AU]

Edge of Forever [BTS!Space AU]

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

Chapter 14- The Last of the Real Ones

"I was just an only child of the universe And then I found you, And then I found you"

He had to pause to make sure he heard her right. Did the Mao just call him a crab ? She was grinning at him as he tried to figure out what it was about that statement that was so funny. After throwing her a judging look, Yoongi couldn’t help but let out the slight breath that could have been mistaken for a laugh. It was more of a scoff but who was taking that into account?

“And you’re just a busybody with too much strength. Why the hell are you out here in the first place? You never answered that question.”

Vairuit leaned against the side, the grin slipping from her face as she really thought about it. She’d been groomed to be a warrior, to take her place with the rest of her family and make something of herself. However, there was something deep inside that was calling to her--just like it had been for Yoongi. Her family was outraged, such talent and brilliance wasted for adventure. Wasted on exploring the vastness of space instead of defending it, she’d heard the spiel many times yet she still wrote back to them to tell them where she was. Because, deep down, she knew that they still cared despite their words and actions.

It was something they’d accepted as they were being groomed and she did not.

“We may not be so opposite after all.. Yoongi. ” Her eyes began to light up as she told him of her grand family. How they wanted her to be an honorable soldier to fight for something bigger than herself. To fight for family and the empire but she just couldn’t accept that. There had to be something else out there that was bigger than that, something out in the darkness that provided a path for her to walk on. Yoongi listened, not a smart remark was given as she spoke. He could feel himself relax, her words oddly soothing to his nerves instead of grating under his skin. That was all that was needed, a line of communication.

Yoongi already knew that he was in the wrong, partly because of his selfishness. But it was all that he’d ever known since making his way across the stars.

There was a silence after she stopped talking. One that seemed to stretch out comfortably once it was all out. The energy that she still gave off didn’t bother him as much. He turned from Vairuit and back to the window, another sigh escaping his lips. His own reflection stared back at him, a cold and hard image until he focused on it. The image changed to one that was worn and thoughtful, Yoongi had a lot to think about. Vairuit started to walk away when his hand snapped out, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from leaving. In that moment, he was lost and still emotional. She paused, looking down at his hand that had grabbed her wrist and lifted an eyebrow at him. Before she could say anything, he let go and walked out of the bridge. Yoongi just couldn’t bring himself to say anything else for fear that he would completely expose everything to her.

Nothing fucking makes sense anymore. He thought as he stomped towards his room. He ended up passing Jimin’s room and he paused, wondering if he should bother him. Opening his mind again, he realized that the younger man shouldn’t be bothered. He could tell that Nyala was in there and judging by their emotions--they were figuring things out themselves. His hand rested on the door, almost in apology that he just couldn’t say with his voice. After touching the cool metal, Yoongi nearly ran to his room to escape everything again. He had to meditate and think everything through, to put everything back where it needed to be.

“So you’re going to wake the thing up and ask it where it hurts?”

Namjoon sighed and looked over the crate again. He’d finally gotten into the thing so he could activate when Jin joined him. The soft, female voice-activated and started a countdown while he set up a makeshift station for him to work on things. The pilot stated asking him questions while he typed in the coding he would need. He either responded with a grunt or a hum until Jin asked him that particular question. He really could do that by himself, the extra mouth not helping his mood any.

“Yes, Jin. I’m going to wake the big bad thing up and I’m going to have it eat you as soon as it's awake because you are in my space.”

“Are all of you gear-heads so grumpy?”

210 seconds until cryogenic deadlocks are lifted.

Namjoon just stared at Jin for a moment before getting back to his work. He pulled up a holographic screen with the schematics of the android while handing the device that was in his hands to Jin. Using his hands, he twisted and maneuvered his way through each part. He could see in closer detail where the affected areas were highlighted in red but there was something odd about the whole thing that he just couldn’t put his finger on. Even Jin got close to peer at what he was looking at, his normally jovial face turning serious as he looked on. Namjoon started to frown more as he got to the chest area, the whole thing being greyed out as to the rest of the body that was either orange with potential activity or red with damage. The grey extended throughout the body, especially the head--almost like a nervous system.

He had to wonder what it was he was missing or that the equipment that he had now was supposed to go in those areas. Most of it that he knew of was just simple parts he had to replace but nothing that extensive.

110 seconds until cryogenic deadlocks are lifted.

He really wouldn’t see until he could start up the activation sequence. Jin pushed a bit closer to Namjoon, looking even harder at the schematic. It had started to bother him too, his eyes that were able to see things that others couldn't. He had a theory but one that could potentially be hazardous to them all.

“I wonder, Namjoon…” Jin walked up to the crate, which has started to hiss and let out steam as it was working on the security features. “What if this is something more?”

Namjoon paused and looked at the crate himself. He tilted his head as he attempted to understand what Jin meant. So he gave the man a questioning look and a hand gesture, so he could continue what it was he was thinking. Jin turned around and called out for Kibeth, the male voice calmly announcing that it was there.

“Pull up a schematic of a human body. We’ll say mine for reference and compare it to the full body schematic of this android.”  The AI did so, now two full-body views of whole beings. Jin looked at Namjoon before continuing, “What the common factor between the both of them?”

They both appear to have nervous systems running through each one, as a start.

Kibeth highlighted the intricate webbing that was seen greyed out on the Android’s schematic and the same for Jin’s. That alone made both of them worried about what they were doing, not even listening to what the AI was saying next. Before they could continue any further, the lid of the crate suddenly popped open with the female voice announcing that the countdown was complete.

They both peered at what was inside, trying to get some of the coolant and gas to clear so they could see better. After the gas had cleared, the both of them suddenly jumped back in shock--the sight of what they saw had them almost tripping over everything, including each other.

“IT’S A NAKED GIRL IN THERE!”

“THAT’S NOT AN ANDROID!”

Inside the crate, curled up neatly into the small space was a woman with long blond hair. Four metal cylinders rose from the corners of the crate and started to blink. Both Namjoon and Jin exclaimed at the same time, now realizing what it was that they were dealing with. They had only heard of such things being used in certain cases but the actual effect of having one was pretty much banned by most societies. They had to turn their eyes away from the smooth skin of the Bio-Android, a bit embarrassed that they had viewed such a thing in its most vulnerable form.

Cryogenic deadlocks released. Proceed to cryogenic reanimation?

Cryogenic deadlocks released. Proceed to cryogenic reanimation?

The crate kept asking them the same question, it needing a yes or no answer for it to continue. Jin shoved the device into Namjoon’ hands, who them shoved it back to Jin. The little game of who should do what continued for a few minutes until they got a hold of themselves. If they did not make an answer soon, then the thing would probably wake up regardless. However, it would cause the android to wake up with all the full-body functions as a human as well. And if it was damaged, they would need more than just an engineer to fix the thing.

“Look, I know I said I can fix anything but I’m also not a doctor either. We could wake this thing up but with its bio components, I won’t be able to do much. We need a doctor to help us.” Namjoon summarized for Jin, who gave him a wide-eyed look.

“Do I look like I know a reputable doctor? One that’ll help us ? If this thing is needed to get this ship up and fully running, we might be out of luck.”

Namjoon sighed and placed the device down that had ended up back in his hands again. When they were asked again to confirm, he calmly said no and the cylinders lowered themselves again. They had hit a snag that they really weren’t expecting and with them hurtling towards their first stop, their journey might have been over before it even begun.  

Welcome to The Garden!

Thank you for applying and congratulations on your acceptance to Bangtan Scenery!

@fictionalarsonist​ @sugarcookiesandsins​ @btsandmyimagination​ @thebiasrekkers​ @seokjinssymphony​ @supertweetycherry​ @singguks​

Now that you’re a member:

Please reblog this post.

Add a link to our network on your blog.

Use the #bangtanscenery tag on your SFW posts.

Expect a message from one of the admins if you’ve opted to join the discord server!

Welcome to the garden, our lovely new flowers 🌺🌸🌷

- Admins Emi, Amanda, and Kenz

Hello lovelies! It’s I, Mochi, your secret bunny; hopping into your inbox to brighten your day. 🐰 💖 I’m super stoked to write for ya’ll and already have a few ideas floating around. I love a good setting and was wondering, what’s your favorite season? 🌷 ☀️ 🍁 ❄️ -Mochi 🍡

My favorite season is Fall, cause my bday is on Halloween - Admin T

My favorite season is Fall because the weather is perfect and the scenery changes. - Admin E

My favorite season is Summer! - Admin L

To My Bed 18+  PT 2 || JJK

Plot: Jungkook needs a break, a respite from his actual world. He needs relief and only has time to find it one way.

Rating: R 18+ // NSFW

Genre: modern day || idol!verse ||

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female OC

Warnings: Strong language, BDSM, KINKS ok?

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1,786

AN: I don’t know what possessed me to write this and apparently there’s gonna be a part two. I guess the youngest finally got to me. I kept listening to To My Bed by Chris Brown

© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft

One was not supposed to have sex with the clients. 

But what happened when the Mistress needed the same type of therapy that her client? Your thoughts were racing just has hard as your blood through your veins at that revelation. Watching him stroke himself in perfect compliance, his breaths getting harder and harder. You could even see the veins in his neck start to pop out from holding back as if he had been just singing the perfect song for you. 

Using one hand, you pushed him back and knocked him off balance to where he was flat on his back. He gasped, startled by the sudden action but the corners of his mouth perked up when you mounted him. The clothing rubbed up against him in the most amazing way and you couldn’t resist grinding onto his muscled body. His hands started to reach up for your skirt but the crop came crashing down on them. 

“I don’t think I gave you permission, yet.”

Your skirt bunched up with the position you were in and it was, quite frankly, too restrictive as of that moment so you reached down to unzip it. Suddenly there was a noise from Jungkook, a pitiful start from him when you attempted to do it. An eyebrow of yours rose at the noise and the yearning grew. 

“Oh? Did you want to help me take this off? I guess you’ve been such a good boy.”

Climbing off of him, you allowed him to take off the blindfold to see what he was dealing with. His eyes adjusted to the light, still keeping the wide eyed look that he had since starting that little adventure. You turned around and used the crop to point where the zipper was. His hands pressed a little further in than what was needed but he got the zipper for you, hands lingering on your hips before pulling them back. His hands were much warmer than what you were expecting, seeping through the fabric. 

Grabbing one hand, you had turned to grasp the retreating hand and guided him across your ass, over your stomach. He sucked in a breath at being allowed to touch you and decided to get closer to you. You could feel more heat as he adjusted to stand on his knees, on the bed while you were standing. His member pressed against your back as he closed the space between you two and his other hand wrapped itself around you. His breath was on your neck as he kept himself from seeking friction, the unzipped skirt still hanging onto your hips. 

“I saw how well you used your hands, now let’s see them on me.” 

Dropping the crop to the side, you held up your arms. Getting the idea, he slowly untucked the shirt you had on from its spot and over your head. The shirt fell to the ground as he fingered the straps of your upper wear, unsure of what all he could do. So you grabbed his hands again, placing one on the clothed nub that was slowly getting hard from being exposed. The other hand was stuck inside the skirt, fingers resting inside the underwear. He pulled you to him, finally feeling that friction he was seeking and bucking his hips slowly against your ass as he slipped a finger inside. 

His other hand was kneading your breast, playing with the nipple that was trapped. Your own hands snaked their way up his forearms, enjoying the taut grip that he had you in. But, it wasn’t quite enough. 

“Are you afraid, Jeon Jungkook? C’mon---touch me!” You dared him and almost immediately, he jerked you flush against him as he started to finally use his strength. He slipped another finger inside of you, pumping and curling his fingers just like he had imagined. The other hand gripped your breast inside of the upper wear, relishing the soft skin that he had come into contact with. His hips rubbed harder against you and finally making the skirt fall off, exposing your ass and stockings to him. 

“No… please, leave them on..” You were about to kick off your heels and unstrap the hose when his voice panted in your ear. His hand in your cunt started to slip in and out at a faster rate, making you gasp in response. You needed something to hold onto so finally, you had him release you and you turned to face him. His fingers dripped with some of your juices, his fingers were good in the moment but they had ignited something more. 

Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a wax candle and lighter. His eyes questioned what you were doing but instead, you motioned for him to suck on the digits. Lighting up the candle, you watched as he suckled lightly on them--tasting the fruits of his efforts. His eyes were blown wide as he watched you settle back before him, pushing on his chest again to make him fall back. This time, when you climbed on top of him, you didn’t have the restrictions of the skirt or shirt. Just the flex of his muscles beneath you. The candle burned slowly, leaving a warm light on your skin as it made a stark contrast to the soft blue lights of the room. 

His eyes flickered to the candle and back to you as you held up a finger to your lips. Grinding down on him again, the most delicious moan escaped his lips as the contact kept him going. Even the heels you still had on were scraping against his legs as you sat there, waiting for the candle to finally soften enough. He had been holding back for so long, now it was the time to see if he would snap and break out of confinements that he’d been placed in due to the nature of his work. 

Rubbing his broad chest, your fingers danced along the dips of his pectorals and you spied an area where the fun would begin. Jungkook’s hands didn’t know what to do at that moment but when you dipped your hand, pouring the wax out and onto his chest--they flew from their positions and gripped your hips nicely. He cried out and bucked his hips as he tried to find a spot to alleviate his frustrations. Some of the wax dripped near his left nipple, drying there in a dark drip. That color looked so good on him, the black. 

Whimpering, he desperately tried not to move around but was failing miserably with you on top of him. So eventually, after several more pours, you gave into him as you slid a condom onto his member. His hands helped you to move some of the stockings around so that way he could have an entrance, slowly sliding into you. 

He was a lot bigger than you’d imagined, than you gave him credit for. Or was it that it had simply been a while? A soft exhale came out when he was about half-way in, nearly dropping the candle but you held onto it with a firm hand. Once he was fully inside of you, there was a moment where you had to stop and think about this life decision. Setting the candle down in a safe spot and blowing it out, you’d finally had enough of playing around with him. And by the look on his face, the desperate look he had? He was ready to blow, in more ways than one. 

Your hips started to move, placing your hands on his chest and feeling where the dried was was. His hands never left your hips as you started to rock against him, the heels of your shoe scraping against his skin again. Compared to him, you were tiny in his embrace but that didn’t stop you from rolling your hips around on his dick. You even pushed yourself up a bit to bounce off of him, causing him to groan and gasp. Soon the pace picked up, riding and milking him for everything that he had. The soft slap of skin, the gasps of breath between the both of you--they were soon the only sounds to be heard as he keened with excitement. 

He eventually started to pull you harder onto him, every thrust he made was accompanied by a grip and pull. He was going harder than most had done before him and it was making you breathless. He had a lot of stamina and it was doing numbers on you, so much that you eventually sunk down and started to nibble at his chest. 

“Please, let me… I want to please you.” He breathed out during that moment of pause. You nodded and immediately he flipped you over, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder. Readjusting himself, he slid inside of you again--the lewd sound of your fluid and skin slapping had made a return. Spreading you a bit wider, Jungkook used his hips to thrust harder and harder into you. His pants came out in short bursts, almost in sync with each movement he gave. You had to hold onto his arms to keep yourself from being moved away, the force of his hips were starting to have your head near the headboard. 

His mouth attached itself to your chest, sucking so gently while he destroyed your lower half. That continued for a few moments before he adjusted again, throwing the other leg up on his shoulder. He lifted your hips up and pounded into that right spot, a shuddering breath that you tried to take when he did so. It didn’t take long for it to fall over the edge, at that angle. Grasping at him, a cry came out as you saw stars in your vision--the force of the orgasm hitting you like a train. 

His cries, whimpers and gasps were so soft until he finally came himself. A few moments later, after feeling your walls clench around him, he gave a growl and shuddered himself as his lost his rhythm in the pleasure. His hips stuttered, making your sensitive cunt squeeze around him again as you grasped at each other. Sweat and heavy breathing, the feel of the stockings on his skin--Jungkook hadn’t come that hard in a while and neither had you. You looked into his eyes and saw that the man had the eyes of an animal, one that was getting ready for round two. You had achieved what you came there to do but at what cost?

You’d figure all that out in the morning but what you wanted him to do was rip the hose off your legs and eat you out. 

Instigation || LJH

Plot: Jaehwan is an instigator when the cat’s away.

Rating: Pg 13 // SFW

Genre: modern day || vampire!vixx ||

Pairing: Lee Jaehwan x Female OC

Warnings: Jaehwan

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 501

AN: This was for out 100 follower milestone! I hope you all enjoy some VIXX!

© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft

It was quite an active night. Most of the Clan were out handling business. Their world of darkness, one that you had signed your life over for protection--it was more dangerous than you thought and in order to keep the Masquerade, they all had to play along with the song and dance to keep the balance as well as peace. The two elders of the clan and one of the younger ones were out to do such things and left the care of the mansion to the others. 

A word of caution, however.

There was one that you had to look out for. He was considered the middle child of them all, one stuck between the elders and the younger vampires. The one that they had to chain up most nights to keep him from hurting himself and others around him. Sometimes you heard his cries when they did that; the wail that would keen throughout the mansion. 

There was no such sorrow that night. 

You could hear him laughing along with the youngest as they enjoyed their freedom without the elders. The complaints of the second youngest could also be heard because he was trying to play his games but the others kept bothering him. You were only supposed to check in on them and drop off some paperwork but since you entered, they picked up on your scent like dogs sniffing out food. 

Jaehwan was by your side in a flash, a blink and his hands rested on your shoulders--keeping you from running away. His grin caught you off guard, showing the youthful and joyful face that always disarmed everyone else. He smiled sweetly at you, eyes crinkling. Almost instantly, you distrusted what he was planning. There was something cold in your hands, prompting you to look down at them. He put whipped cream into your hands, sticky and fresh. 

“I order you to throw this into Hongbin’s face.”

“W-what? Excuse you?! I’m busy right now!!”

“You work for me. You are my slave,” he whispered in your ear, making goosebumps appear on the nape of your neck. 

You were about to remind him who the actual boss was but there was a blur. A large blur that pushed up your hands, squishing the same whipped cream into Jaehwan’s face. The older vampire blinked, the white substance smeared all over his perfect and angelic face. You could see the struggle on his visage as he decided who was to blame for that - his little trick ruined. 

“HAN SANGHYUK, GET BACK HERE!” he finally roared, racing after him. 

He left you there with the dripping leftovers still in your hand and a dumbfounded expression still on your face. Suddenly, a towel fell down and landed on your head. The thing startled you and made you jump, the towel covering your eyes. You stood there for a moment before grabbing it and wiping your hands, scowling in the process. This was not what you signed up for. Not in the least. 

I would like to request “I need a place to stay.” with Jungkook ;)

Requested by Anon

Plot: Unexpected feelings come at unexpected times and in unexpected ways.

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: One-Shot/Drabble | FriendstoLovers!AU | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Mild Language

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1,685

A/N: I have to admit, I thought this was really cute. And it actually has the potential to become a series. Will it? Who knows… Probably not though since I have something else lined up in the works for the rest of you lovely people. Enjoy!

“Hey,” he said, flashing his trademark grin at you, “I need a place to stay.”

The sigh that escaped your lips was on reflex. It was the same shit and on a different day. Part of you wondered why you entertained this fiasco at least twice a week, but the other part already knew why. In fact, you’ve always known the answer. It wasn’t like it was rocket science at this point.

It was because Jungkook was your best friend. When have you ever been able to say “no” to him? Nothing’s changed in the last twelve years. It wouldn’t change for the next twelve years, either.

Yet there you stood, gripping onto the doorknob and debating if today would be the day when you finally did, in fact, say “no” to his stupid, charming smile.

But like always, you relented. Stepping to the side, you gave an over dramatic flourish with one arm. He danced across the threshold, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder like he didn’t have a single care in the world. There were times when his nonchalant way of carrying himself could get under your skin. He’d been like that since you first met him in grade school. In fact, you were even a little jealous.

It was sheer luck that his parents happened to be close friends with yours. You were his childhood playmate. It was the same well through your adult years. 

You closed the door, shuffling into the kitchen to finish brewing the pot of tea you were preparing. He slung his jacket across the back of the couch, the duffel in its place on the side of it. He’d already kicked off his shoes and was now making his way toward one of the chairs at the kitchen table. 

“I want some,” he called out, “make me a cup too.”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t even like tea.”

He pouted, his brows furrowing as you focused on pouring the hot water over the leaves in the teapot. “That’s not true.”

You give him the look, the one he knew all-too-well. “Since when?”

“Since today.” He flashed a cheeky grin at you and you shrug, pulling out two mugs. Jungkook gave small claps of victory. “You’re the best, Y/N.”

Shaking your head, you focus your energy on making sure that enough hot water is in the teapot. Mentally making a note to let it steep for a few minutes, you turned toward the fridge to pull out the plate of fruit you’d peeled and sliced earlier that afternoon. 

Because you worked from home, you had the luxury to do things at your own pace. You’ve always preferred it that way. You knew from a very young age that you could never work for some big company; squared away in a cubicle where people referred to you by an ID number. Your parents said you were foolish for breaking away from societal norms, but Jungkook praised you for wanting to strike out on your own and live your life on your own terms.

Jungkook was already spearing through one of the apples with the dessert fork he squirreled from the utensil cup on the counter. For a while, all you could do was look at him as he chewed. He definitely was a man now, but there was a boyish air that continued to linger over Jungkook in his adult body. He was popular with the women, charismatic enough to draw in the men, and as someone who pursued his dream of painting, he was the definition of “starving, attractive artist”. 

It wasn’t fair that he was your best friend. Who asked him to come into your life and stay there? Everyone else left and walked their own paths. It almost seemed archaic and unrealistic to maintain a “childhood friend” sort of relationship. No one was genuine anymore, willing to hide the truth behind plastic smiles and false promises. You expected Jungkook to be the same. People changed. Why shouldn’t he?

Yet there he was…

“So what happened this time?” you asked suddenly, pulling him from his fruit-induced moment of bliss. “Did you tell Marisa that she looked fat in some outfit again?”

“Huh?” Jungkook stopped in mid-chew, a piece of the apple poking out between his lips. “Marisa? We broke up, like, a week ago?”

Why weren’t you surprised?

“Besides, I learned my lesson on that front. Not all people appreciate honesty the way that you do.” Jungkook grinned. “If I said you looked fat in something, you’d either flip me off or make me help you pick something out that flatters your figure.”

“Gee, thanks,” you said as you poured the tea into both mugs, your sarcasm quite evident.

“You don’t fall for my pitiful acts either. In fact, I don’t think I could ever pull a fast one on you.” He tilted his head slightly as he looked up at you. “Is it because you know me so well?”

You scoffed as you hold out the mug of steaming tea toward him. “I can see your bullshit from a mile away. I don’t know how girls keep falling for it every single time.”

He chuckled, cradling the mug between his palms. “Yeah, I don’t either.” Jungkook blew the steam away a few times and then took a sip. He sighed happily.

“You still haven’t told me why you need a place to stay.” You raised the mug up to your face, scrutinizing him. “Again.”

“Oh, that?” He shrugged. “I just got into a fight with my Old Man.”

You slowly raised a brow. That was odd, considering that you knew how well Jungkook got along with his father. In fact, you couldn’t remember a time where they ever fought. Jungkook told you everything. Literally. It would have been a little odd to omit something like that.

“What for?” you asked, sliding into the chair beside him at the table. He passed a dessert fork with a strawberry on top of it. 

Shrugging, he laughed as he polished off the apple and stabbed a piece of banana. “Honestly, it was really the stupidest thing. He said I was wasting my life on my art. That my career was too unstable to maintain.” He air-quoted around the words, his brows furrowing in contrast with the smile on his face. 

You bit into the strawberry, savoring the juices. It would definitely balance out the herbal flavor of the tea. “Then just marry a rich person.” 

The comment was clearly a joke. You knew he wouldn’t take it seriously. But as you lifted your mug of tea up to your lips, you spotted the look on Jungkook’s face. The amusement was gone from his features and he suddenly looked his age - petulant as the gaze was.

“That’s not funny, Y/N,” he said, his tone even and flat.

As the tea slid down your throat, you winced slightly at how it scalded the inside of your mouth. You quickly set the mug down on the table, suddenly uncomfortable with how hard Jungkook was staring at you. Since when did he take anything you said seriously? It actually irritated you.

“I was only joking, geez,” you snapped, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, “what’s your problem?”

“How can you even suggest that?” Jungkook folded his arms across his chest. “I’m going to marry for love, not for convenience.”

“Then love someone who happens to be rich so you can marry them!”

“Then I’ll marry you!”

The anger that was steadily boiling inside of you suddenly deflated. For a handful of seconds, all you could do was stare hard at one another. Finally, you balked at the idea, dissolving into a small fit of laughter. 

“Wait, what?” You continued laughing, feeling a slight pain digging into your side. “What?! That’s crazy.” You slowly slid your fingers around your mug, averting his gaze. “You’re crazy.”

Suddenly, you felt his hand around your wrist. Before you have a chance to ask him what he’s doing, he’s already pulled you into his orbit. You had an idea of what you wanted to say to clapback at him, but his lips were already sealing over yours in a heated kiss. Your hand curled into a fist, unsure of what you were feeling at that moment. All you could focus on was the sweetness from the fruit he’d just eaten and the lingering herbal flavor of the tea.

But there was no urge to pull away. Strange. Did you want this to happen? Had you wanted it for some time? 

He silently urged your mouth to open wider, wanting to get a better taste of you. In the same vein, you also wanted to taste him. This was your first kiss with Jungkook, after all. Out of all the relationships he’d had in the past, you were starting to get a better idea of why the other girls continuously fell for his nonsense - hook, line and sinker. There was a dark part of you that suddenly despised those other women.

They’d gotten a chance to indulge in his mouth long before you had. It wasn’t fair because you’d known him for almost half of your lives. Shouldn’t this moment have always been yours?

As Jungkook pulled away from you, you suppressed a whine of protest. He must have sensed it because he flashed his devious grin at you; the one that said he already knew what you were thinking. He had a way of being able to read you like an open book. Then again, you had the same skill when it came to him.

That didn’t make his face any less unnecessarily handsome or his kiss any less addicting.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jungkook whispered. He leaned in to press his nose gently against yours, causing your eyes to cross. “…I need a place to stay.”

Regardless of how hard your heart was jack-hammering against your ribs, you laughed. You both did. And then he pulled you in even closer, pressing your chest against his, so that he could kiss you once more.