U Know What The Real Question Is? Were U Better At Algebra Or Geometry

u know what the real question is? were u better at algebra or geometry

the sad story of joon and his birthday cake candles

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[ the 5th painting in my crystals series: featuring 7 portraits of BTS each with their own corresponding crystal color ] 

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Count on him not to

seokjin never holds back huh 😃

I understand the incredulity of the reader. Totally get it.

“You never believe me! If I told you right now that I love you, would you even believe me?” + best friend Jeongguk + you’re out at the bars (pre covid obvi) and maybe get into a dumb banter before someone drops the info on the other??? Or if you have any other ideas ofc!! Just wanna help you get inspired, ++ I love your writing and missed you!!🥺🥰💕

Hope you’re doing well!!💕

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, f2l, non-idol au

word count: 1.6k

a/n: omg this was from forever ago but i was going through my asks in search for some inspiration and this was it! i changed the prompt up a little bit but the message remains the same, i hope you enjoy!

“Yah, Jeon Jeongguk!” you called him out over the loud music, turning your face away from him in a poor attempt of hiding from him.

“What?” he smiled teasingly.

“Stop staring at me!”

Jeongguk chuckled, tilting his head and intently staring at you, in a way that had your knees shaking in a heartbeat. “You just look way too beautiful tonight”.

There it was again. Beautiful. That one word he had already pronounced six times that night — you had counted.

And once again, your answer was a shake of your head; eyes slightly rolling and a shy, incredulous smile curving up the corners of your lips.

That was all it took for Jeongguk’s previous smile to be erased.

He wanted to believe you had just not heard him — the music was too damn loud after all, as expected from a pub. Then again, it was precisely because of the current volume of the music, that he had made sure to raise his voice just enough for you to hear.

You had heard. He knew that. There was no way you had not when he was sitting right next to you. So, why the hell were you ignoring him when it was the sixth time that night he had called you beautiful?

Maybe you were just uncomfortable by that particular word. But you were his best friend, he knew you, and he knew you loved compliments with your life. It was as if you craved them. However, for some reason he could not put his finger on, when said compliments came from his mouth, you would just shake it off.

Placing his hand on top of yours, which lied on the table your group of friends was in, he managed to catch your attention — eyes snapping up at him in surprise, yet not removing your hand from his gentle touch.

“You look beautiful” he repeated. Louder this time, eyes intently on yours as he pronounced each word.

Again, a shy smile and a shake of your head.

“You really do, though” one of your friends agreed from the other side of the table.

“Aw, thank you” you smiled genuinely.

You have got to be kidding him.

Missing Jeongguk’s touch as he removed his hand from yours, you turned your head back to him, not being able to keep yourself from frowning at the sight of his sudden serious semblance.

“What’s wrong?” you wondered.

Jeongguk shrugged, looking away and taking a sip from his drink to avoid giving you a proper answer.

“Jeongguk-ie…” you looked for his hand, only getting to touch the back of it for a small second before he pulled it away, almost making it seem like your mere touch was burning him. “Did I say something wrong?”

Poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, he shook his head no — not even a second going by before he stood up. “I’m going to take some air”.

Quickly excusing yourself from your friends as you watched him walk away towards the exit, you followed right after him. “Yah, Jeongguk-ah!”

Once outside, with the cold air of the night hitting your until then warm body and the music no longer keeping you from having a proper conversation, you reached for his hand, pulling him towards you with one swift movement — not knowing if you had done the right thing by following him, given the cold stare he was looking at you with felt colder than the night itself.

“What?” he spat.

“Why are you suddenly mad at me?”

“Does it matter?” he snorted. “It’s not like you’d believe me anyway”.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“I’ve been telling you you look beautiful the entire night and all you’ve done is shake your head like I’m talking nonsense” he pointed out. “Yet it takes Junhee to say it one time, for you to go all ‘aw, thank you so much, you’re so sweet’ to him”.

“I do not talk like that” you called him out on the way his voice had turned a higher pitch to resemble yours. “And I did not say that”.

“Is that really all you got from what I just said?” he scoffed. “Why is it so difficult to take a compliment from me but so easy to do so when anyone else does it? We’re best friends, if anything shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

You shook your head, lowering it so you wouldn’t have to look at him anymore. “You’re drunk, Jeongguk”.

“No, I’m not! Is that what this is all about?” his eyebrows furrowed as he took a step towards you. “Because I’ve only had two drinks so far and I’ve been telling you you look beautiful ever since I picked you up earlier tonight. You’re gonna need a better excuse than that”.

You sighed, focusing your eyes on his once again. “You just… don’t mean it”.

“What?”

“We’ve been friends for years now and we’ve always joked around giving each other compliments…” you explained. “And even flirting sometimes”.

“And even then you wouldn’t react the way you do now” he pointed out. “I’ve always meant every compliment I’ve given you, whether we were joking around or not. You know that. I don’t get what’s changed”.

“Nothing’s changed” you said, quite defensively. “It’s just that lately you’ve been calling me beautiful a lot, and I know you mean it just like that. In a playful way, like you always have”.

“I’m not playing around, Y/N” he promised. “I told you, I’ve always meant every single compliment I’ve said to you. And lately I’ve meant it more than ever, I’m not joking around”.

“But that’s the thing!” you threw your head back in exasperation. “It’s starting to feel way too real to me but I know deep down you are saying it just like a friend”.

“I’m not saying it just like a friend!” he argued. “That’s the whole point”.

You stood there in silence, staring up at him as he came closer to you — just enough for you to take a step back and feel your body lightly hit the wall.

“You don’t mean that”.

“Oh, my God!” he threw his head back, running his hands down his face as he tried to put himself together. “You never believe me! I tell you you are beautiful, you don’t. I tell you I’m not saying it as a friend, you don’t” his eyes squinted into what looked like a glare. “If I told you right now that I love you, as more than a best friend, would you even believe me?”

You felt your body tremble at his words, feeling uncertain yet needing to hear him say those words. “You… love me?”

“Would you believe me if I said it?” he pushed it.

“I would have to hear it coming from your mouth first”.

Jeongguk bit his bottom lip. Knowing you, his best friend, way too much, he knew those three words alone wouldn’t be enough to convince you. So, coming closer to you and internally thanking the fact that you could not take another step back, he leaned in just enough for his nose to brush against yours.

Feeling your breathing become heavier at the closeness of his face with yours, he looked into your eyes for any sign of you wanting to run away from him and what you knew he would do next.

When you did not move an inch away from him, however, he placed his warm fingers around your neck — not to make it harder for you to breathe, but to keep you from moving when his mouth collided with yours.

That was all it took for you to understand he meant it.

And when your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer and deepen the kiss, trying to fight your smile after his tongue had ever so softly massaged yours, he knew you felt the exact same way he did.

“I love you” he murmured against your lips, forcing himself to look away from them and stare into your eyes instead.

You smiled. Genuinely. Just like you always did whenever someone said something sweet to you. Just like you always used to when he would say something sweet to you. Only, this time, your eyes seemed to shine brighter than they ever had.

“Would you believe me if I said I love you, too?” you murmured.

“Mm… I’m not sure” he sighed over dramatically. “Maybe if you said it and then kissed me the same way you did seconds ago, I could consider it…”

You rolled your eyes, a sweet smile curving up your lips as your fingertips drew gentle circles on the nape of his neck. “I love you”.

Jeongguk smiled, resting his forehead on yours. “Like more than a best friend?”

“Like more than a best friend” you confirmed.

“Will you kiss me now so I can try and believe you?”

“You’re such an ass” you laughed, shoving him slightly off, only to have him grab your waist and pull you towards him right away.

“You want me to believe you but you’re only insulting me and I am still not feeling your lips on m—”

Yup… Just like he thought, he believed you. Not like he actually needed you to kiss him for him to do so, but fuck, did it feel so damn good to have your mouth softly moving against his.

The best part of it all, though? After all this time, you finally believed him. And he would make sure from now on you always did.

🧚‍♂️✨