Eye Candy

eye candy

YES WE ARE

we are all so whipped for painter jungkook

6:16 a.m. — 0.7k words | FLUFF, college au, soft soft boyfriend!jungkook | jeon jungkook x reader | pg-15 | super soft jk

Sitting in the middle of the washing machine room, you stare blankly at the washing machine with your arms crossed. The whirring of the machines lulls you into a whole state of blankness.

After pulling an all-nighter to finish your final report, a full rest is what you deserve. All your assignments are finally done and finalised before the clock strikes six in the morning, just an hour before your deadline.

But as you were about to faceplant yourself on your bed, you remembered that there was a stack of laundry that needed to be washed urgently. Resisting the lulling temptation your soft bed and warm blanket evokes, you begrudgingly forced yourself to do your laundry first before the well-anticipated rest.

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heart taping - JJK

pairing: soccerplayer!jungkook x reader

summary: the problematic goalie of the soccer team just needed some TLC.

genre: fluff, smidge of angst

word count: 3.3K

warnings/tags: E2L, high school au, goalie!jungkook, student body member!reader, strong language, so much fluff

a/n: had the sudden urge to write soccer player!JK. Is 3K considered a drabble? idk. As always feedback is appreciated (: (italics denote flashbacks)

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‘Taking position, the pressure is on Jeon tonight. Both teams played marvellously, in a game of 3 to 3, this final penalty kick will determine who makes it to the finals…’

You dig your nails into the plastic of your seat, knuckles turning white and sweat collecting at your temples. From your angle, you have a perfect view of the focused expression Jungkook has pasted on his face, feet planted firmly on the ground, legs spread wide, hands braced for attack and eyes zeroed in on the striker, who is ready to take his shot.

As prepared as the striker of the opposing team may seem, Jungkook’s inclination surpasses his to a great extent.

With one last exhale, the striker surges forward, landing a touch of tog to ball. Soaring through the air, Jungkook makes one swift movement to the right, effectively obstructing what would have been the perfect contact of ball to net. Thrown backward from the force, the air getting knocked out of his lungs. Jungkook and his impeccable defense.

A few seconds of silence, like the world has stopped on its axis, everything is quiet. And when it finally sinks in.

‘And the crowd goes wild! They’ve done it! Bangtan High makes it to the finals. Jeon does it again!’

You jump from your seat, palms red from how hard you’re clapping. Your friends still seated, also clapping, but giving you a peculiar look at your atypical behaviour.

Too lost in the jubilation that seems to radiate from the roaring crowd, you chant along with your fist in the air, “Jeon Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook! Bangtan!”

Cheeks still aching from smiling, you settle down in your seat, watching Jungkook cross the field to shake the opposing teams hands and then proceed to snap photos with the squealing cheerleaders, which earns an eyeroll from you.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, “Y/N, we’re heading home. You’re on duty tonight, right?”

You nod, trying to hide the grin that begs to split your face, “yeah. I’ll see you guys Monday morning.”

“You’re not attending the meeting tomorrow at noon?”

You slap your palm on your forehead, “right right, see you guys tomorrow.”

Still seated, you wave your friends goodbye and watch the rest of the crowd slowly filter out of the arena and the soccer team and their coach, who sports a proud smile, make their way into the change rooms. Once there are only a few students who dot the considerably empty bleachers, you zip up your Bangtan High jacket and all but sprint out into the connecting building, doing your usual rounds of ensuring that everything is in order after the game.

As you half-heartedly scan the cafeteria, you think back to how you landed yourself in this…situation.

-

Taking your usual leisurely yet insipid stroll through the halls, you make your way to the last section of your rounds. The gym, it’s your last area of inspection so as to give time to the soccer players to shower and leave.

Satisfied with the condition of the showers, you halt in your step as you near the entrance of the locker rooms. Hearing a hissing sound, you peek around the corner to see someone tie their laces excruciatingly slow, their hands a bright red as well as the column of their spine. You’re sure it’s going to bruise.

It always stinks of sweat in the gyms, you scrunch up your nose.

“I can see you, you know.”

You quickly duck behind the door, hoping you can hide from view but it’s pointless because you know that they saw you. And you realize what it might look like, watching half naked boys after a soccer game when you’re supposed to be a virtuous member of the Student Body.

“I saw you…in the mirror.”

You reveal yourself from your hiding spot, lifting your eyes to find them staring back at you in the mirror.

Jeon Jungkook, goalkeeper of the soccer team. He’s in most of your classes, choosing to sit right at the back of each class and score average on every test. You remember your teachers saying that he has potential but chooses to be lazy instead.

You haven’t spoken to him before, partially because you had no reason to and also due to the fact that he and his group of friends address you and your fellow Student Body members as goofs, weirdos, prudes and what was it, ah yes, pain in the asses, for the sole reason that you choose to enforce the rules and regulations of the school. Which he and his gang completely disregard more often than not.

Your eyes stray to the large graze on his back, “you’re hurt.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

You grimace at his harsh tone but choose to ignore it, heading to the nurse’s office to fetch the first aid kit. When you return, he’s wearing a black hoodie.

“You’re hurt.”

He tosses an empty water bottle into the bin. At least he doesn’t litter.

“Is that the only thing you know how to say? You’re hurt,” he tries to mimic your voice and you open your mouth to tell him that you do NOT sound like that when he cuts you off.

“Oh, I don’t think it is,” he pretends to think by placing his now scarlet finger against his chin, “if I remember correctly, you sure know how to run your mouth.”

He lifts his chin and stares at you, earrings glinting in the bright fluorescent light.

You know what he’s talking about, the one time you had reported to the principle that you had found the one responsible for the vandalism on the school gates. He had denied it and when the principal had called for you to prove that you had seen him, it turned into an argument that even the principal could not control.

And the heated debate that you had in class about the importance of mathematics. The rest of the class thoroughly enjoyed that show.

Both events you choose not to revisit, it was a bad display of character.

You sigh, “look you have a bruise on your back, so just take off your shirt and-“

“Take off my shirt? Listen weirdo, I would love to entertain your virgin antics, but I have somewhere to be.”

You gawk at him, “what,” blinking at his retreating figure, “I don’t want to see you shirtless, you have a giant bruise on your back!”

He slings his bag over his shoulder, opening his mouth to probably insult you, then shuts his eyes in what you assume is pain.

Placing your hands on your hips, you cock an eyebrow and gesture to the bench.

He rolls his eyes and sits down, pulling his hoodie over his head.

You reach for the ointment in the kit, squeezing some in your hand then rubbing in onto his back.

He hisses, “are your hands clean?”

You stop your ministrations and stare at his reflection, seeing the corner of his lip quirk up.

You apply a little more pressure on his back, just a little…And he cries out.

“What was that for?!”

You don’t reply and twist the cap on the ointment, “let me see your hands.”

“Why?”

You shoot him a glare.

He huffs and spins around, presenting his hands to you, palm up.

You take them in your hands and turn them around, narrowing your eyes when you see the countless bruises on them. Some old.

“I’m gonna ask your coach to get some finger tape.”

“Don’t need it.”

You roll your eyes and drop his hands, handing him the ointment, “yes you do. And apply this before you sleep.”

“Why can’t you do it?”

“I think you’re pretty capable of doing it yourself.”

He stands and shrugs, “I was pretty capable of applying it on my back too but okay.”

You squint your eyes at him, and he shoots you a devious smirk, one that has you backtracking a bit.

He shoves his face into your personal space, dipping his head to your height, “just say you wanted to see me shirtless again.”

Shoving him away, you pat his shoulder, “take care of that back, buddy.”

You rush into the hallway and hear him call out, “you didn’t deny it! And thanks…Y/N!”

-

The next time you do your rounds, he’s sitting there, slowly unravelling the tape around his fingers and wrist.

Without lifting his head up, he speaks, “thanks…For this.”

You clear you throat, moving to stand in front of him, “it’s my duty. And, uhm…Sorry about the game.”

He lifts his head and looks you up and down, then pats the space next to him.

You take it tentatively, and he speaks again, his voice quiet.

“It’s alright, you win some, you lose some. And we still have a shot at the semi-finals.”

You nod, the stink of sweat making your eyes water.

“This place reeks.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing in the empty space, you laugh with him and then he stands up suddenly, you stand too, preparing to leave.

“Let’s go somewhere else, I know a place.”

Your eyes widen, “where?”

He heads for the door, “just follow me.”

So you do, and once he takes a right turn after walking down the hallway for a bit, you grab his arm.

“We aren’t supposed to go there, you know the school guard already started his shift.”

You glance at the clock above the notice board.

He just places a finger over your lips when you open your mouth to warn him again, the contact making your face heat up.

“Just relax and loosen up a bit, the guard won’t come this way anytime soon.”

He can see you aren’t budging and he sighs, “I just want to take my mind off the game for a bit.”

He pulls his hand away from your face and continues to walk down the hall, you decide to follow him. He glances over his shoulder and grins to himself when he sees you, still tagging along.

He pushes the double doors open, darkness greets you in the pool area. You haven’t seen it at night before and the ripples from the pool reflecting on the walls is kind of majestic. Your school prides itself on the size of its pools.

The soft blue lighting covers Jungkook’s frame as he sits at the edge of the pool, dipping his legs in.

You hesitate for a minute, then take off your shoes and do the same, sitting a safe distance away from him. When you settle next to him, he turns to you and shoots you a smile, that quickly turns into a frown.

“What?”

His eyes have little specks of white in them that start to look like stars the longer you stare.

“Are you gonna tell someone about this?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m here too, aren’t I? If I tell on you I’ll just be selling myself out.”

His frown is replaced by a huge smile that looks awfully bunny-like and you decide that you like it more than when his lips are curved downwards or pursed.

Your lips crack into a small smile too, staring at each other for a while. The soft blue shapes on his face hypnotizing.

You look down at his hands, “how’s the money makers doing?”

He looks down at them with big doe eyes, “they’re doing okay, thanks to you.”

He shoves his shoulder against yours and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips, “nah, you’re just stupid.”

Feet halting their splashing in the water, he gives you an indignant look, “I’m stupid?!”

“Yes! What kind of talented goalie doesn’t use finger tape?!”

He tilts his head, “so you think I’m talented?”

Your feel your heart to start to pick up the pace with the way he’s staring at you.

“I mean, everyone knows that right?! It’s no secr-“

A splash of water on your face stops your rambling.

You whip your head to stare at him, mouth agape.

“Oh you’re so on!”

He springs up and runs across the length of the pool, “you’ll have to catch me first!”

You try to grab a handful of water in your hand and run after him, his black hair swishing behind him as he jumps over a chair at the side of the pool. You move around it, he tries to dodge you, giggling like hyenas.

A beam of white light breaks you from your clowning.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You sprint toward the small supply closet near the entrance, him following close behind.

Without thinking, you clamber in, holding the door open for him to enter.

You can hear the doors opening, you look up at Jungkook, suddenly aware of the close proximity, your fists against his chest, his hands limp at his sides, your labored breathing being the only sounds in the tiny space. A small beam of blue light shines across his face, his eyes half-lidded, his delicate scent filling your nostrils.

He whispers, “I never heard you say that before.”

“Shut up!”

He smirks at you and you gulp, dipping your head to take a peek through the tiny sliver between the closet doors, the guard is still walking around the pool, flashlight in hand.

You stand ramrod straight, trying not to look into Jungkook’s star-studded eyes.

You hear the entrance doors shut and you look through the closet doors again.

“I think he’s gone,” you whisper, breath still coming out in pants.

“Hmm.”

You tip your head up to find Jungkook looking down at you, you can’t tear your eyes away, heart rattling in your chest, legs becoming weak, hands clammy and mouth going dry. You feel his hands slowly rest on your waist and he’s leaning in, eyes fluttering closed.

Oh no no no.

You clear your throat and his eyes snap open, moving away from you then pushing the closet doors open. Stepping out, he grabs his bag and heads for the doors. You watch as he makes his way out.

You, still standing there, awestruck.

-

Over the next few weeks, you still see Jungkook after the games, choosing to hang out under the bleachers instead of in the pool area for fear of another close call. What happened that day by the pools was forgotten but you’re sort of sad that Jungkook chooses to walk or sit at least five feet away from you.

It became an unspoken agreement that you will meet after each game, sharing your dreams and aspirations and sometimes food.

You know you’ve developed a crush on him, but you’d be crazy if you think you actually had a chance of being with someone like Jungkook, who would much rather be smooching a cheerleader.

You also don’t want to ruin the friendship.

You’re sitting under the bleachers, you on his jacket, he insisted you don’t get your jeans wet on the grass.

“Y/N,” you stop midway from shoving a pretzel bite into your mouth.

“Yeah?”

“What do you think of me?”

You think for a bit, you have to choose your words carefully.

“Well, I think you’re a great friend and storyteller, let’s not forget the fact that you’re super athletic and-“

“No.”

You blink at him, “no?”

“What do you think of me…I mean…Have you ever thought of me as beyond being a friend?”

Silence.

“Wha-“

He stands up and dusts his hands, “nevermind, forget it, why would a girl like you ever want to be associated with a troublesome guy like me, right?”

You stand and pick his jacket up off the floor, recalling that your principal had called him that the day he got suspended for vandalism, your doing.

You run after him and grab his arm, “Jungkook, wait.”

He has that frown again and his eyebrows are pinched together.

“Where is this coming from?”

He scratches behind his ear, “I said forget it, Y/N,” his voice just above a whisper.

“No, I won’t. Not when you look like that.” You poke his cheek, and he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I just…Would you ever consider me as a boyfriend?”

Your feel like your heart stops beating in your chest, “are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Jeon Jungkook?”

He kicks a stone, “yes, yes I am.”

Then finally lifts his head to stare at you.

“I-“

“You don’t have to answer now but-“

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

He grins at you and starts fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket, “wow, okay I-“

“Am I dreaming? Pinch me.”

He reaches for your cheeks and grips them between his fingers.

“OW! Okay okay I’m not.” You giggle and he intertwines your fingers, leaning forward to place a kiss on your right cheek, then your left.

The butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy.

He pulls away and you furrow your brows.

“What?” He smirks like he knows why.

You shake your head but he leans down and cups your face in his hands, pressing your lips to his.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asks against your lips and you nod.

You walk home hand in hand, giddy smile unable to leave your face.

-

Pressing your feet softly against the grass, you walk towards Jungkook, whose back is facing the direction you’re coming from.

“BOO!”

“AH FUCK!”

You jump on his sitting figure and giggle, pulling his face to the side to place a sloppy kiss on his lips.

He groans, pulling you in his lap.

“So,” he speaks between kisses, “there’s,” *kiss*, “something,” *kiss*, “I’ve been,” *kiss*, meaning to ask you,” *kiss*.

You pull away, licking your lips, “okay?”

“You know, I don’t mind this sneaking around and stuff?”

“Mhm..” You start to kiss up his neck.

“But..hmpf..Y/N, that tickles, pay attention!” He grabs your shoulders and you lift your hands up, placatingly.

“Okay okay!”

“Why are we doing it though?”

You stare at him, knowing that the truth will hurt him. Someone at school who is on their second strike being with a member of the Student Body, isn’t something that your school would ignore.

You appreciate the subtle touches in class, how he tells his friends to shut up whenever they would start to call you and your members names, how you sneak away at any given chance but you have to admit that you’re also getting tired of pretending to hate him in the presence of your friends.

“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

You cup his face with your hand, “no no baby, I just-“

“Want to have a clean track record for your scholarship opportunities.”

You sigh, hating the dejected look on his face.

“You know what?” You wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“What?” He asks a little hopeful and you brush his hair away from his eyes.

“I think that you have atoned for your sins.”

He laughs, “and?”

“To hell with everyone, my boyfriend is the fucking star of the soccer team, he saves their ass every game! And he is kind and sweet, he surprises me everyday with how good-natured he is, and I fall in love with him more each day.”

Your voice softens at the end and he searches your eyes.

“Y/N…”

“NO! I am also tired of the cheer team making heart eyes at him!”

He crashes his lips against yours, laughing into the kiss, “I love you too…”

Your eyes widen and you realize what you said.

“Yes, I love you,” you whisper against his lips.

When you pull away, chests heaving, he runs his thumb across your lips with his eyes a little brighter.

“When we win the finals, I want you by my side.”

You smile, pulling him in for another kiss, “always.”

-

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Drunken Proof

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, College!AU, Retired Fuckboy!Jeongguk (?)

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: No, just my mind coming up with one of the most cliché ideas ever. I hate myself :)

Summary: Dating someone who used to be a fuckboy might cause some constant insecurities to invade your mind. Who would’ve thought an argument and way more drinks than usual would be the reason for them to go away.

Update: Part 2 can be found in my masterlist!

With a frown and crossed arms over your chest, you watched as Hobi and Jin dragged your very drunk boyfriend to your room. Why your room, in your apartment and not theirs? That was exactly what you asked them as soon as they came out of it, ready to say their goodbyes and apologize once again for interrupting your sweet dreams at two in the morning on a Tuesday.

“He wouldn’t stop whining about wanting to come to you” Jin explained to you.

“He’s nearly passed out, I’m pretty sure you could’ve left him sleeping in the car and told him it was my house and he would’ve bought it”.

The two guys in front of you gazed at each other. They knew you were probably right, but they also wanted to help his inexperienced friend make up with his girlfriend, and if they had to do it the hard way by bringing him to you in such state, then so be it.

“We know you’re mad at him, b–”

“Good” you cut Hoseok’s words off, “because I am” your stern voice was all the confirmation they needed. “You guys do know we had a huge fight earlier today, right? And now I am finding out the first thing he did was go out to have fun and–”

“He wasn't” Hobi was the one to interrupt you back this time, “having fun…” you raised one of your eyebrows at him.

“He was having a hard time, actually. Just drinking his feelings away” Jin scratched the back of his neck. “We had to get it out of him to tell us where he was”.

You ran your hand through your face – heart feeling uneasy.

“I’m just… worried he might have not changed at all, that’s all”.

“Y/N” Hoseok drew your attention, “I can promise you he has. Yes, maybe not completely yet, but you have to understand he had never been in a serious relationship before”.

“We know he fucks up sometimes, but if what worries you is him starting to go to parties like crazy again and cheating on you…” your heart stung at Jin’s words, mostly because that was exactly what troubled you, “just know he won’t. He loves you. So damn much. He didn’t look at any other girl the whole night and he wouldn’t stop talking about you and how much he wanted to be with you right then”.

The three of you stood silent for a moment – their eyes following yours as you directed them to your room.

“Just think about it, Y/N. How many months was he trying to win you over?” Hoseok asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek, already getting his point. “Four” you mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

“And for him to be interested in anyone for more than three weeks says a lot itself – even more when by the fourth month the most he had accomplished with you was getting a date, which meant he then had to keep making an effort to make you his girlfriend. You really think he’d let it all go to waste just like that?”

That had surely been such a realisation for you.

Giving them a nod after a few seconds, you let them know it was okay for them to go and leave you to take care of Jeongguk. You would have to skip your morning class just to look after him and his hangover but, hey, that’s what you had implicitly signed up for the second you agreed to be his girlfriend.

You went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and some painkillers before making your way to your bedroom, where you saw your boyfriend already passed out in your bed. It really amazed you the effect he had on you, because yes, you were still mad, and you should’ve been even angrier in that moment, but… looking at his sleeping figure spread out in your bed, made you want nothing but to cuddle him.

Letting out a sigh, you went to sit by his side, placing the things on your nightstand before your hand instinctively went to brush away the few strands of hair covering his eyes, smiling weakly at how peaceful he looked right then.

However, the boys hadn’t even bothered removing his clothes for him to be more comfortable – they hadn’t even taken off his shoes. So, you tugged on the fabric by his right wrist, trying to take his leather jacket off. An almost inaudible whine and him moving his hand away was the response you got from Jeongguk. You tried one more time, only for him to do the same once again.

“Guk” you whispered, in a failed attempt of waking him up.

Since this time he didn’t even bother replying, you tried one more time to get his jacket off.

“Stop!” his hoarse and determined voice sent shivers running down your spine.

“I need to take your clothes off”.

“But I have a girlfriend” he said in a pout, not even close to giving in.

At that you sat up straight, staring at him absolutely baffled. Did he really not know it was you?

“Guk-ah, it’s me… Y/N” you informed him, a little taken aback.

He tried to open his eyes to get a glimpse of you, but they felt way too heavy for him to do so. Instead, he just shook his head no.

“She’s mad at me” he reasoned, releasing a shaky breath. Of course, why would you be with him when only hours ago you had been raising your voice at each other to the point he ended up storming out of your place? It seemed unlikely. “She doesn’t trust me because I used to be a fuckboy” he slurred – your heart hurting because of what he had just said. “So please leave me… alone… I don’t want to lose her”.

All the time you had loved him, fuckboy or not, you didn’t think it was possible for you to fall any harder for him. Right then, you proved yourself wrong. He proved you wrong. And it hurt you to realise just then how you hadn’t been doing a good job at keeping your trust issues from him – not because of him knowing about them, but because you were supposed to trust your own boyfriend. In a great amount, you did, it was just… sometimes there were certain thoughts you could not brush off no matter how hard you tried, but that was yours to work on and overcome.

After a few seconds you used to collect your mind, you decided there was no use on trying to take his clothes off. But you could at least try to remove his shoes, right?

Wrong.

As soon as you got a hold of his foot, he moved it away from your grip.

“Okay” you let out, going to sit down next to him once again as an idea came up to your mind, “how about you give me your phone so I can call your girlfriend and you ask her if I can tuck you into bed?”

Silence filled the room enough time for you to think he had fallen asleep again. But then, you saw him clumsily reach for the front pocket of his jeans and hand you his phone. Rolling your eyes in amusement, you unlocked it and dialled your own number to then give the phone back to him. How drunk must he had been not to notice your ringtone resounding throughout the room in that exact moment?

“Yeah?” you answered.

“Babyyy” his drunken, cheerful greeting, earned a smile from you. “I’m sorry about earlier… and I’m sorry I… got drunk… please don’t leave me…”

“I won’t” your quick reply contrasted your calm tone. He smiled blissfully. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Where are you?”

“I don’t know” he huffed, “and this weird girl won’t stop trying to take my clothes off…”

“Oh?”

“But don’t worry, I won’t let her” he dragged on, turning around on the bed so he could now rest on his stomach – still letting you get a glimpse of his face and the smug smile starting to form on his lips, “you are the only one who can look and touch all of this”.

This time you had to cover your mouth with your hand so you could hold back a laugh threatening to abandon your throat.

Drunk, vulnerable, and on the verge of passing out, he still somehow managed to be a cocky little shit.

“What an honour” you replied, loving how his previous smug smile turned into a sweet one. “Will you at least let her take your shoes off, baby?”

Nothing.

“Guk-ie?”

And then he nodded, as if you could see his actions through the phone. Funnily enough for you, you could indeed.

“Okay, go to sleep now. I’ll go get you in the morning”.

Another weak nod was his response, letting you know he was about to fall asleep for once and for all.

“Baby?” his voice surprised you before you could hang up.

“Yeah?”

“I love you”.

Giggling under your breath, you found yourself looking at him in utter adoration.

You knew he did.

Maybe his hyungs were right. Maybe he hadn’t changed completely – but he was human. He messed up just as much as you did, and, right then, you realised what worried you the most about the ghosts from his past, all those thoughts about him breaking your heart at some point by going back to his old ways or about him just playing with you, were nothing but that – thoughts; insecurities of yours that you had to let go of not only for your sake, but also your relationship’s. It was trust what relationships were built on anyway. It was about time you started trusting him entirely.

“I love you, too, baby boy” you replied sweetly, taking the phone away from your now fast asleep boyfriend before you pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.

I can totally see this happening in a rom com

Karaoke Cutie

➸ 18+

➸ Summary: Most people hate Karaoke Night, but not you. You relish it. So much so your friends call you the Karaoke Queen. On one particular night out, you meet a friend of a friend who just so happens to love Karaoke just as much as you. 

➸ Word count: 4K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Pure Rom Com Meet Cute type stuff

➸ Warnings: language like always, and suggestive themes. Plus sweaty shy tatted JK. He deserves his own warning.

➸ A/N: Hi! Can’t get vlive 210730 JK out of my head, and this is what happened in light of that. It’s probably terrible as I don’t get enough time to write these days with having a 4 year old and being in my third trimester of pregnancy and working 50 hours a week, but JK in this live was a revelation, so here we are. He deserves it.

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It was karaoke night, and unlike the cliché of the shy protagonist that gets dragged along to karaoke night, you loved it. You wouldn’t describe yourself as very outgoing or extroverted, but when it came to things you loved you really came out of your shell. Singing was one of those things for you. You certainly weren’t professional or trained even, but you loved to sing so much that it was likely you spent more time singing than speaking in your waking hours (and maybe your sleeping hours too, who knows?). Karaoke night gave you an excuse to sing, where in your regular day you instead just annoyed your friends and family with you breaking into musicals every moment.

Are you here yet?

The text read on your watch from your best friend Kiana who must have arrived a few minutes before you. You were about a block away, but she must have been just as eager to get a good spot in the bar as you were. It was Friday and it was always so busy, even this early (barely 9pm). You picked up the pace as you rounded the corner to see the cute dark haired beauty you called bestie standing at the front door to Bangtan Bar like every weekend. She nearly jumped up and down when she saw you and ran to grab the door with a huge smile on her face.

“The boys are coming!”

As you hustled through the door, you were a bit taken aback by the words of your friend and felt your head fling around of its own accord.

“Joon hates Karaoke Night,” you stated, matter of factly.

“But he loves pussy.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at her shamelessness. Joon and Kiana had been dating for years, and everyone who knew them would agree that there was no argument about who was the dom in that relationship. Kiana would say jump and Joon would say how high. It was funny to see from an outside perspective as Joon was a 6 foot tall beef cake with muscles for days and a strong manly persona, while Kiana was a tiny pocket sized sweetie pie with a soft voice and even softer features. It was clear, though, that Kiana had strong armed her boyfriend into coming tonight, and he must have invited his friends to come to share in the “torture”. You wondered who would actually show.

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