[] "can She Come In With Me?" If You Didn't Know Him Well Enough, You Wouldn't Be Able To Notice The

[♡] "can she come in with me?" if you didn't know him well enough, you wouldn't be able to notice the excitement in his voice at the prospect of you joining him on his tattoo appointment.

with a certain nod from his friend, the one who was tattooing him ever since his skin met ink for the first time, you went inside the room, deciding that the little stool in the corner was enough, still nervous about seeing him in such a vulnerable way. you knew his tattoos were important and super personal to him, something you rarely talked about because he was entitled to have a little privacy about them, and it made you feel flattered, almost honored in a way to be allowed in something that for him can be so precious.

jungkook easily took his shirt off for the tattoo artist to be able to easily access the inner part of his bicep, only for you to cover the other half of his body, scared of his skin turning even whiter because of how cold it was in here, making the both of them laugh at how protective you can be. the security camera in the corner, almost too near the chair he was sitting in, turning into your temporary enemy.

and even if you were holding too much stuff, like your heavy coat and his, both of your bags and his phone and yours, you still scrambled to be even closer to him to just hold his hand when he reached out for you.. smiling at seeing him a bit drowsy from the whole thing. the almost sleepy smile he gave you while grabbing your hand made you feel dizzy from how crazy the butterflies in your stomach started to turn. you were so in love with him.

[♡] he will never forget the way his heart stopped beating when he saw you coming out of work crying your heart out, and he lets you cry, even though his arms itched to hug you and he felt desperate to feel you even closer, he knew you needed your time to recompose and you never liked to be hugged unless you asked for.

and when he takes you to your favourite restaurant for date night, after a few silent minutes interrupted by your occasional sniffling, to hear your shy chuckles after a dumb joke that spilled from his lips, felt relieving, to say the least. he cleans the last set of tears still showing on the apple of your cheeks and with both hands gently pushes your hair behind your shoulders to let your cheeks breathe a little, a tiny shiver overtaking your body for a moment as a response.

"i love you so much, please don't ever cry again. you break my heart into a million pieces when you do" you nod to his words with another sniff and smile to him once he starts bringing bits and pieces of his food to the plate in front of you.

and seokjin makes sure that you leave the restaurant with your stomach full of food and feeling like things could get better, his arm around your shoulders letting you know that you're safe, at least when you're with him.

[♡] if the rare occasions that both of your schedules lined up felt like incredible, both of your vacations lining up felt like heaven itself. you were just coming back from a one-week trip you'd spent all alone, and you still had one more week left till you had to go back to work. this time around yoongi was incredibly clingy to you, which was rare. from how he insisted on picking you at the airport and then treating you to dinner, to the mind-blowing treat he was in bed and now waking up tangled in his arms, you have never felt better. that was until you remembered half of his schedules, realising now that he was probably putting off work just to be with you. and you wouldn’t allow it.

that’s why he whines when you lift the covers up, the light breeze coming from the window you opened a few minutes ago making him instantly shiver. "yah! you have to go to work." you try to pull one of his hands to get him up but fail miserably at doing so when he doesn’t even move one inch from the bed, and you hit his arm playfully when he looks at you with a smirk on his stupid cute face.

this is what you reap for spending too much time together on the weekend and now he doesn't want to go to work. "I can take a few more days off! They owe me from those weeks back in two thousand something.." you whine this time when he brings you closer to him when he pulls extra hard. "You can come back once you finish two songs." "I don't even have one prepared!" he whines back at you, the shiver in your body provoked by a combination of his warm breath hitting the side of your neck and his raspy deep voice.

"Yes you do! You have a shit ton of requests. Sort that out and then you can come back" you push his chest and he whines with a chuckle from the pain.

" ... You promise?"

"I promise. Finish at least two songs and write a couple more and then you can come back here" he seems to take your words seriously, and it takes him two minutes to get up and put on some clothes.

He comes back four hours later, eager to come back to you and be with you, a pendrive on his hand with a winning smirk on his face. You end up cooking dinner while hearing his latest projects, happy and loving kisses being shared all throughout the evening.

[♡] nothing feels better than a long shower after what felt like a really heavy humid day. and that's why you leave the bathroom humming to yourself in happiness and with a smile on your face, catching like a magnet the attention of your boyfriend, who was already waiting in bed for you, leaving his phone unattended to follow your every move, finally opening the duvet as a welcome right when you get close to get into bed with him.

one of the best rituals a couple can have is definitely night time after a long day being away from each other, and having him every night as your companion made you feel extremely happy and at ease, ready to seek full relaxation right by his side.

he seems to take on your good mood and smiles to himself, turning around on his side to properly look at you when you sit by his side. "what?" you ask, avoiding his gaze to not giggle in shyness. he still had that effect on you. so you make yourself busy by quickly moisturizing your legs. "nothing... you are pretty" he smiles at you and gets closer to leave an affectionate kiss on your arm. "and you're too" you quickly peck his lips before settling in bed, leaving your phone on the bedside table to finally get closer to him. he wastes no time on settling on top of you, his face lowering to sniff your hair in the most exaggerated of ways just to get an inevitable cackle from you. your arms try to get him away from you while you laugh, but you simply know that he won't budge. "what are you doing, love?!"

his mouth and his hot breath near your skin makes you move your head to the side to stop him from going further and stop the tingling feeling on your skin, but jungkook was already an expert when it came to you, and one thing you couldn't do was escape from his irresistible kisses.

"can't i show a little appreciation for my woman?" he seems playfully offended with your question, and as he says that, his cheeky hands start exploring until one of them is pushing down the straps of your silky top, his soft lips instantly finding home on the fresh skin of your shoulder. and it feels delicious, your hands by reflex instantly looking for the hairs in the back of his neck while the sounds leaving your mouth are the best kind of praise he could ever receive.

he has you screeching his name when he playfully bites one of your clavicles, but before you can scold him, the quick pitter patter of those paws you'd grown used to hearing for these past few days gets closer and closer until it sits on the bed, taking half of the surface with it. "bahm-ie, dad is fine! leave!" he tries to shush him away with just his arm, trying to keep going with his little scheme but the puppy was still standing tall with his chest out like a soldier, a worried frown on his face looking at his owner. it was an adorable sight.

"you know the rules" no sex in front of the dog. you pat his arm and he whines for a little until he gets off of you, a frown on his face as he turned around to face his new adorable puppy. "fine" jungkook doesn't even finish extending his hands but it's enough of a signal for the puppy to walk and kick all over both of your legs until he's right by jungkook's side. just two seconds with his gigantic form on top of the bed was already making the queen size bed feel incredibly small.

"he's too young to watch his dad get into action, anyway" so he's going to let you be all hot and bothered because of the dog? "jungkook!" now it's your time to whine as you see him get ready to cuddle with his puppy, his back facing you. you sigh in frustration when he doesn't seem to budge, giggling away while you're looking at him incredibly offended, a little bit hot and bothered maybe.

"the both of you will pay for this, sooner or later." you say as you turn off the switch of your beside lamp. they definitely will.

  [♡] “let’s have breakfast together”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: angst, established relationship

warnings: i don’t think they’re needed

word count: 1.5k

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thinking about when was the last time he had the opportunity to truly look at you makes him realise about how the time keeps going by unapologetically.

it's been so long, and the only difference compared to the last time is the lack of infatuation towards you, the lack of the influence of the honeymoon phase. he remembers loving looking at you while you got pretty, prettier than you already were. there was a time where even the sweet perfume you always wear made him feel jittery and warm inside once you were near him. even if he tried to really think about it, he doesn't remember when the indifference started, when the both of you started to do your own thing and stopped caring about each other. he now looks at you sitting in your vanity and feels intimidated, feels dread when thinking of speaking to you, your coldness and how distanced you'd gotten through the years not helping him at all.

the peachy blush highlighted the apple of your cheeks and made your face look warmer, even though you'd grown to be one of the coldest and most serious people he'd ever met, he remembers perfectly and knows the kind of warmth that blooms in your chest every time you see simple things that make you happy. there was a time that cold facade always remained outside of your apartment and personal lives, until it didn't. maybe that's one of the reasons he'd gotten so far away from you.

in one of the deepest compartments of his brain he saves the memory of meeting you in college and enjoying the you that you were, the way you'd been and how you weren't as ruthless as you were today in your home and in your workspace. how your smiles weren't a rare occasion but an every day blessing. today you both are barely able to sleep in the same bed together and it's just for the sake of the proof of what was the love you both had for each other, probably in the kitchen waiting for the both of you to come out.

as much as he'd grown used to the bitter feelings towards you brewing on the surface every day, he will never try and deny how perfect and beautiful you were, how in some ways you'd aged like the most delicate and perfect wine, how your taste in fashion had grown to be so chic and sophisticated, the pieces of black fabric always looking marvellous on your skin and how you'd gone from a natural lip gloss to the darker more matte lipstick you'd grown to love, accentuating your pretty and delicate face. and his favourite; how your perfect curves adapted to your nicest black pencil skirts, always hugging your waist perfectly, the jeans that you would always wear with everything in college being long forgotten. he’d grown immune to your charms, just for the sake of not feeling the pain that comes with not being able to touch you anymore.

your cold gaze towards him when you faintly notice his figure sitting on the bed behind you reminds him of a certain love that barely manages to exist, but this time around he was willing to try to set the flame alight again. he was willing to fix whatever needed to be fixed, he wanted to give back the family that was unfairly taken away from your daughter, willing to try to go back to the days where your love was a mere example that miracles of finding the right companion can happen.. and he wanted his little Hanee to see the both of his parents happy and able to stay for more than 10 minutes in the same room. he would never deny a chance of pure happiness to his dearest and most perfect creation.

that's why he mutters your name, through his croaky voice and his eyes almost closed from how tired he was and how little sleep he had gotten because of the words, pleads from his daughter last night over a shared dinner without you. little communication leads to unknown responses and different reactions, that's why you're shocked to hear his voice, and annoyed instantly because it feels like he's looking for another fight, it feels like your name doesn't belong on his tongue and he's about to scold you, and a slight angry warmth spreads through your chest.

and when you turn around to truly look at him, he knows your mind is racing at ten miles per hour and you’re probably putting your barriers up, how you’re probably ready to spit some venom at him just like the both of you got used to doing almost every day.

"what?" you ask in return, and you knit your eyebrows in the way he'd grown to absolutely hate the most. he wants to groan and maybe demand for you to drop the bitter and nasty attitude towards him because he was putting everything aside and willing to bet on the both of you again, to bet on a better future. and he wanted you beside him on the same page too. so that's why he doesn't comment on the way you’re impatiently waiting, like the seconds of your time were a privilege you were not willing to give him.

"let's have breakfast together."

you turn around once again and he has the perfect view of your freshly just made sharp curls, your silky hair shining even through the blinding lights of the vanity sitting pretty on one side of the dark room. if it were another you and another him, he would've already mentioned how pretty you look today, he'd maybe be beside you leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones, but today the both of you were already far away and not willing to get closer, the distance between the bed and the vanity barely being enough.

you get up from your spot and the sound of your high heels are sharp and ruthless, surrounding the whole room.

"i don't have breakfast. we don't at all"

and he's aware of that. life had gotten in the way and both of your schedules were so busy and what once started as an essential and necessary ritual between the both of you, ended up being a burden. a burden you weren't willing to go through first thing in the morning, instead choosing to eat something wherever you were and depending on what the both of you were doing.

he hates having breakfast. but he risks asking anyway and it's a peace offering you simply weren't aware nor couldn't see when he mentioned it.

you pick up the expensive bag sitting pretty in one of the stray chairs around the room and get ready to leave anyways, your rejection and the hurried sounds of your jewelry being jolted around with your sharp moves feeling like a slap in his face.

you try to leave, like every morning without looking back nor saying anything, yet his reflexes are quicker than yours and his hand ends up around your forearm, stopping you from going farther.

you almost jump in the spot from the shock of feeling his touch around one of your limbs after so long, a touch you’d grown to miss very deep in your heart, and that’s why you face him with widened eyes and what was the start of a labored breath. he's tired to even pick up a fight about whatever was happening between the both of you, but he’ll still try.

"have a great day at work, yeah?" this time around his determined gaze trying to meet your eyes intimidates you, so you try to avoid it in any way possible, and you stutter for a second he was barely able to catch.

was kindness something so lost and distant between the both of you?

he lets go the second you try to free yourself from him, not giving up a fight. he looks at you fix your attire once again like he'd pinned you to the ground even if you were fine, giving you the time to recompose yourself, and he gets reminded once again of the times where quickies before work were a common thing and you'd always leave fixing your clothes with a smile in your face. how many things had he taken for granted before losing that special connection with you?

"I have a car waiting for me." you mutter and keep going towards the door of your bedroom.

he doesn't say anything back, instead drowning on the noise of the door opening and closing shortly after.

he will keep trying, his only motivation being knowing well that you still have feelings for him, just as he does for you. hatred might blind the both of you temporarily, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel he's willing to reach just for the sake of saving his family, and being able to get his first and only love back.

A/N: this is my first time writing something relatively long and i’m really nervous about posting it, so pls let me know abt your opinions hehe <3 i’m always grateful for the kind support i always get on my tiny timestamps.. so this is a huge step for me. thank you if you’re reading! <3

[♡] seokjin is a very considerate person. he knows there are times where it's bound to happen that you guys fight. maybe this time around the fight was too big and maybe a little bit deep. one thing he had to admit though, was that he was never able to find anything to attack you with, he would just stay silent and nod to the things you said. and by the time you left to cool off to the other side of the apartment, his heart was heavy with the stupid words you said and he couldn't even force a smile out of him.

but he knew you would come around. even though he knew you were mad, he made sure you knew that he was waiting for you in the living room with some fresh food, a warm blanket and a drama playing on the TV, just like on normal nights. he knows that when he asks you to join him, the first time you are always going to say no. he knew he had to wait for you to come back by your own means.

and when you sat by his side with tear stained rosy cheeks and a runny nose, he didn't say a word. instead, he moved his plate by the center of the coffee table and gave you the pair of chopsticks he had already prepared for you.