+oblivious

+oblivious

☇  jungkook x reader | 1652 words

♢ genre: again, fluff!!!

♢ warnings: none

9: you come to the restaurant I work at and choose me as your waiter(ess) every time just to annoy me and I can’t do anything in retribution or I’ll get fired

a/n: im on a roll yo drabble #2 is done!!

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Monday afternoon shifts at your local Korean BBQ restaurant are your least favorite. You had nabbed the job in the middle of the year when you needed some extra money, and the fact that you had to attend your college classes right before your shift made you even more irritable.

And adding the fact that lately, a certain boy had been coming in every Monday afternoon and choosing you as his waitress. Yes, he was cute, and you would almost say you were interested in him if it weren’t for the fact that he only came here just to annoy you.

You’re cleaning up one of the tables when the bell on the door to the restaurant jingles. There’s a drop in your stomach when you glance out the corner of your eye only to see a very familiar figure. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie and grey sweatpants is Jeon Jungkook, the devil himself.

“Please don’t notice me,” you mumble softly under your breath, trying to quickly escape. You’re halfway out of the room when you’re stopped by your friend Taeyong’s voice, who had been managing the front desk.

“Y/N! Your favorite customer is back!”

You jolt to a stop, sucking in a deep breath, before spinning around slowly in your heels. Plastering your brightest smile onto your face, you approach Jungkook, annoyance bubbling in your stomach. It is only then when you notice he’s not alone; this time, he’s brought his friends. Oh great, you think.

“Jungkook! What a pleasure to see you again!” you say with a sickly sweet voice. Jungkook smirks at you, before jerking his head towards his friends. Absentmindedly, you notice just how good looking he is; his hair, dark brown and curly, frames his face perfectly, and you can see the shape of his lean body through his loose clothing.

“Can we get a table for seven?” he asks. “And also the menus. These are the members of my dance club and we just finished practice.”

You cast him another fake smile. “Of course. Follow me.” 

You lead them to the back of the restaurant before bringing them the menus. As you lay them out, Jungkook decides to speak to you.

“So, Y/N, how’s it been going lately?” he asks, tilting his head. You can’t decide if he’s genuinely curious or saying it just to get on your nerves. But then again, he’s Jeon Jungkook, and if anything, he definitely was not curious about you. He had brought quite a few girls with him to the restaurant before, and though you never asked him if they were his girlfriends, you guessed at least a few had to be.

“It was going great before you came,” is what you mutter under your breath. Jungkook’s eyebrows raise.

“What did you say?” he asks teasingly. “We wouldn’t want you saying mean things about your own customers, wouldn’t we?”

“Of course not!” You shoot him another smile. “My day definitely got brighter now that I can serve you.”

It was always like this; whenever Jungkook came, the two of you would always banter and exchange sarcastic remarks, though you never could be outright with them as you couldn’t risk getting caught and marked down for insulting your customers. 

So while you and Jungkook are exchanging thinly veiled insults, Jungkook being the one instigating and you being the one replying, his friends’ eyes move back and forth between you.

“Uh…” One of them, you had heard someone call him Jimin, says, “Do you two know each other?”

“No!” you blurt while Jungkook says, “Yes!” 

You whip your head around, glaring at him. 

“No, we don’t,” you say pointedly. Jungkook leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“Yes, we do,” he says back slowly. You roll your eyes, before looking in his friends’ directions.

“Enough of that, I’ve forgotten to ask. Any drinks you want? Water? Coke?”

The next five minutes pass as you write down their drink and meal orders. When you’re done, you cap your pen and stick your notepad into your apron. The boys then hand you back the menus.

“Alright, I’ve gotten your orders. Please wait about ten to fifteen minutes, we’ll be back as soon as possible. I’ll get you your drinks in a minute.”

You leave their table with Jungkook’s burning gaze trained on your back.

//

“Tell me why it’s taking so long for them to finish.”

Forty minutes later, you’re leaning against the front counter glaring at Jungkook’s table. Taeyong only snorts, trying to not-so-discreetly watch a drama on his phone. Seulgi, one of your best friends who also works at the restaurant, only giggles.

“Jungkook keeps glancing over at you,” she sings, patting your shoulder. “I’m telling you, he only comes here because he’s interested in you.”

“No, he doesn’t,” you grumble back, though you feel your cheeks flush. “It was only because we happen to be in the same Econ class and he just wants to embarrass me.”

“How does he even know you work here?” asks Taeyong, finally looking up from his phone.

You wave his question away, glaring at Jungkook again, who’s clapping his hands while laughing. You find the way that his eyes crinkle and nose scrunch up quite endearing, though you’d never admit it out loud. “Just a coincidence. It’s not like he asked about me anyways.”

Unbeknownst to you, Seulgi and Taeyong exchange knowing glances.

“Y/N doesn’t know that he asked me about her,” Seulgi whispers under her breath to Taeyong. “You know what he said? He said he saw this really cute girl in his Econ class and wanted to know her but she didn’t seem like the talkative type and he wasn’t good at approaching girls. But he noticed that we were friends and asked if there was any way to get into contact with Y/N. So cute. What I would give for that.”

“Y/N’s clueless. So oblivious to his obvious attraction and her own budding feelings.”

“What a shame.” Seulgi shakes her head.

// 

A good twenty minutes later, Jungkook and his friends finally stand to leave. This time, Seulgi is the one that cleans their table as you take orders from some new customers. As you walk back to give the order to the Chef, you notice the boys nudging Jungkook hard towards your direction. Jungkook says something, before Jimin claps him on the shoulder. Then the rest of them leave and trickle out of the restaurant, leaving only Jungkook standing there.

You don’t think much of it, turning your head and continuing your way to the kitchen, when Jungkook suddenly calls your name.

“Y/N!”

You freeze, glancing around the restaurant before looking back at him.

“What?” you hiss as he approaches. He stops a good distance away, before reaching up and awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“Um…” he trails off, glancing anywhere but you. The look on his face is shy and diffident. His hand comes up to brush through the front of his hair.

“Jungkook,” you sigh. “Is there anything you need? I need to get this order down to the kitchen.”

“Oh!” Jungkook jerks his head up, large eyes widening like a doe. “Oh, right, you’re busy. Um, you can go do that. I can wait.”

You frown, before shrugging. “Alright then.”

You turn away, and have only moved two steps when Jungkook says your name again. And as it was Monday, as much as you thought Jeon Jungkook was a very attractive young man, you really didn’t have the patience. So when you turn around, you’re prepared to tell him to leave, but he beats it to you first.

“Um, ok, IknowyouthinkIcomeheretoannoy–”

“Woah wait,” you hold up a hand, blinking fast. “I can’t understand you. Slow down, Jungkook. I’m not going anywhere yet.”

He takes a deep breath, and you notice red creeping up his neck.

“I, uh, know that you think I come here just to annoy you, but actually I think you’re really cute and sweet and I was hoping if I could have your number?”

Jungkook’s voice lilts at the end into a question. You blink at him, brain slowly comprehending his words. 

“You… what? You think I’m cute?”

Jungkook winces, scratching his head. “Um, yeah. Something like that.”

He watches as your own face gets dusted with a faint pink, and you suddenly avert your gaze. 

“Oh,” you say. “Um.”

The awkward silence is broken by Seulgi, who had been watching and couldn’t stand it anymore. “Y/N, just give him your darn phone number!” 

“Right!” You scramble for a pen, tearing off a piece of paper from your notepad and quickly jotting down your number. When you give it to Jungkook, he breathes a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing.

“Thanks,” he breathes, mouth breaking into a warm smile. You feel your heart thump a little faster. 

“Yeah,” you say, still not quite understanding that Jeon Jungkook had just asked for your number?

“Well, I’ll text you then,” Jungkook says, eyes still trained on your own. You nod, lips spreading into a similar smile.

“Yeah,” you answer. “I’d like that.”

a couple weeks later.

[Text] You: so, i’ve never asked this but, who were all those girls you brought to the restaurant?

[Text] JK: oh. Uh.

[Text] You: girlfriends? ;)

[Text] JK: no!

[Text] Jk: well maybe girls that were interested in me, but no girlfriends

[Text] You: ah, quite the reputation you have

[Text] JK: actually, this is gonna sound embarrassing but…. I kinda hoped you would notice

[Text] You: jungkook, if you haven’t noticed, i literally was oblivious

[Text] JK: mhm

[Text] JK: you wanna go to the movies some time?

[Text] You: sure, with who else?

[Text] JK: …

[Text] JK: y/n, i’m literally asking you out on a real date.

[Text] You: …

[Text] You: OH

[Text] JK: you’re right. You’re so oblivious

Because green is cool. 💚💚💚

I Need U ~ (Taehyung Scenario)

Angst/Fluff

Last night was… I can’t even put it into words. There was screaming and shouting. Insults fired at each other so we could sting each other by putting salt in the others cuts.

I’m usually a shy person and I barely raised my voice. But when I was upset or angry I’m the complete opposite. Taehyung witnessed that opposite yesterday. Yes, I understand that being an idol put all types of pressure and stress on his shoulders. At first, I didn’t mind him taking his stress out on me, I felt like I should let him. Until he would come home at the crack of dawn. Until he stopped talking to me, the only words were “I’m home.” or “No.”

I thought that this phase would blow over. So I tried to help him de stress and relax. He began to push me away. I immediately jumped to conclusions. He was coming home late, he barely even talked to me anymore, and he was on his phone all day when he had free time. I felt useless to him. I felt like he didn’t love me anymore and maybe he had found someone better. I didn’t want to think negative thoughts and tried to erase it from my mind.

Then I stupidly let it slip out of my mouth. I thought he would be gentle and reassure me that he wasn’t seeing anyone and tell me not to think such silly things. But I was wrong. He completely lashed out at me. My fluffy, sweet and cute Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. He yelled some hurtful things. First, I let him yell at me then I had had enough. I began to yell back at him at how I was trying hard to look after him and that I was trying my best to be a supportive girlfriend. He told me that I was just getting in his way. We carried on for a while, bringing up past fights and wounding each other deeper. If I hadn’t said what I did, then maybe he wouldn’t have said what he did. It was in the most heated moment that I said,

“You know what you’re making me feel like? You’re making me feel like a mistake! I’ve tried so hard to not make mistakes when you’re the one who makes most of them!”

“Oh, I’M the one making mistakes? Yes, you’re right. Cause the most stupid mistake I made was telling you that I love you!”

At that moment, my whole world crumbled. My mouth was agape, I was completely speechless. I felt the tears rushing from my eyes. My heart was broken. I couldn’t believe he had called our love a mistake when it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Taehyung’s hand stopped before it ran through his hair. His looked like a deer caught in headlights as his eyes became wide.  He quickly whipped around when he realised what he said. He walked up to me cautiously.

“No, I didn’t mean that. Y/N…”

He was going to touch me so I jerked back quickly. I didn’t want him to be anywhere near me. I noticed that he was on the verge of crying.

“Y/N please… I didn’t mean it. Don’t cry, you know I hate it when you cry! I love you, I love you so much!”

Taehyung’s arms were outstretched but I refused to go back into his warmth. I repeatedly shook my head with my hand covering me mouth to smother my loud sobs as he started coming closer. Without warning, he grabbed me and removed my hand. His lips met mine in an instant. I tried to pull away but he held me tighter. Our tears still flowing and combining together.  I hated myself for wanting to melt into his touch, for wanting more. His hands snaking around my back and his lips seeking forgiveness.  His words were ringing in my ears.

Stupid mistake I made was telling you that I love you!

And with that I shoved him away, feeling breathless. He was taking deep breaths too and staring at me. My lips were tingling but I chose to ignore it.

“Don’t you dare come near me.”

I told him firmly keeping my hands out in case he tried another stunt. My hands were shaking terribly. I turned around but he gripped my wrist at lightning speed. I didn’t turn around. His hands squeezed my wrist as if he was pleading me not to leave. I wasn’t going to give in to someone who had just broken me and called our love a mistake. I wasn’t going to give in, I wasn’t going to let myself get hurt by him. I ripped my wrist out of his grasp.

Before he could do anything else, I quickly opened the front door and ran out while he yelled after me.

Now, it’s been a week. I was going back to the house to get my things from his room. I couldn’t keep doing this to myself. I decided that this was the end. I didn’t want to keep waiting for my Taehyung to come back. This didn’t mean that I didn’t love him anymore. That was the only thing I was sure about, I still loved him. But I had to what was best before I changed my mind. I felt like my heart was going to break. I needed him. But we couldn’t keep hurting each other. I couldn’t keep hurting him…  

I slowly opened the door with my key. Everything looked untouched downstairs. I walked upstairs, careful not to make a sound. As I opened the door to the bedroom, I quietly gasped. Clothes were scattered across the room. Taehyung had thrown the things of his desk but had kept mine untouched. There was broken china all over the floor and a tea stain on the wall showing that he must have thrown a cup of tea in anger.

My eyes drifted to the bed. Tae was sprawled on the bed in his usual manner but he was clutching my pillow to his chest as if he would die without it. He couldn’t sleep soundly unless there was someone beside him. Every night he would hold me tight as if he was scared I was going to leave. In the summer, he was either holding my hand or my wrist. If we had petty little fight, he would still cuddle his head into my chest to show that I was forgiven or if I was mad at him he would gently stroke the tips of his fingers on my back while edging slowly closer to me. It must have been a hard week for him, he probably didn’t get enough sleep.  

I walked a little closer to his side to see if he was okay. Even though he had broken my heart with his harsh words, I still cared about him. I couldn’t help it. I noticed a picture of me and him laying on my side of the bed. I picked it up and stroked it slowly. The picture was of me and him dressed up as Minnie and Mickey Mouse. He was in red baggy shorts with two big white buttons, a black top, white gloves and yellow shoes. He was offering me a flower with a big smile on his face.  Then I was dressed in a red dress with white polka dots, black tights, yellow heels, white gloves and a big bow on my head matching my dress. I had my hands on my cheeks as I blushed and smiled.  We looked so happy, we were happy. I placed the picture back where it was, I would let him keep it.

As I inspected Taehyung, there was an aching pain in my heart. His hair was half across his forehead and half sticking up in an odd way. I could see the dark circles under his eyes and the small frown on his face. His lips were chapped and dry.  He hadn’t been taking care of himself. I was getting worried. Then I snapped myself out of it. I had to pack my things and quickly leave.

I gently raised the duvet and tucked it under his chin. My eyes washed over him. I could still feel my stupid heartbeat at the sight of him. He suddenly hugged my pillow tighter to his chest.

“Y/N please…”

I froze in my actions. I waited a few seconds before realizing that he was sleep talking. I sighed in relief, happy that I didn’t get caught. A part of me was overjoyed that he was thinking of me in his dreams but then another part wanted to ignore it. I wanted to kiss him but hesitated. Just one more. I just quickly brushed my lips gently across his forehead before backing away.

I began to start on my bookshelf. The books that I would read to let time fly past. The books that I would read while sitting on Taehyung’s lap and he read over my shoulder, continuously asking me what was going on. The books that Taehyung would get jealous over because apparently I paid more attention to them than him.

I tried to get out of my daydream. The faster I got out of the house, the better.

After I was done with my books and desk, I opened my wardrobe. My side was untouched but I could tell that he had been going through my plushie collection. I sighed. I didn’t want to pack everything away, I didn’t want to leave. But I was still angry so I carried on.

I didn’t hear Taehyung wake up. I heard rustling behind me and I slowly turned around to spot Taehyung awake and staring at me like a confused kitten. Then his eyes lightened up. I immediately felt guilty. He thought I had come back. He quickly got out of the bed throwing my pillow to the side. He rushed to me but then stopped in his tracks when he say all of my things packed in boxes. His cute little puppy expression died.

“I’m leaving Taehyung.”

I tried to keep my tears at bay and my voice strong but it broke when I said his name. Taehyung stared at me in disbelief.

“No… Y/N please no don’t leave me. I – I’m sorry. I do love you, I didn’t mean to say that, I love you so much Jagiya.”

Taehyung rushed out as his hand ran through his messy hair. I shook my head.

“Don’t call me that, I’m not your Jagiya anymore.”

At my words, Taehyung’s face turned blank. There was fire in his eyes, he was angry. I expected to lash out at me again. But what he did was unexpected.

He grabbed the box of my books and carried it back to the bookshelf. He began to place the books back on the shelf. After he was done, he threw the box to the side. Taehyung then grabbed the box that contained my desk things and began to place them back.

I sighed at his childish behaviour and carried on packing my plushies and clothes. I placed them in the box and moved forward. I grabbed all my plushies and tried to gently stuff them into the box. I could feel Taehyung’s presence near me. He crouched down next to me. I didn’t think he was going to do anything until I realised that he was taking out the plushies that I put in the box and placing them back.

I began to become frustrated when it was just going back and forth. He was making me get even angrier. Tears of fury were swimming in my eyes. Then I finally got fed up.

“Taehyung!”

He looked up at me and stood up.

“What?”

The smile on his face made me boil. How dare he smile? I couldn’t do this anymore.

I scoffed at the look on his face.

“You know what? I’ll just come back when you’re not here.”

And with that I opened the door, trying really hard not to cry. Before I could step out, the door had slammed shut and Taehyung had thrown me against it. He pressed himself up against me so that I couldn’t move. I struggled against his hold. His hands were gripping my shoulders and he brought his forehead forward to rest upon mine as his arms snaked around my waist holding me against him.

“Please… don’t leave me. I need you more than anything. I love you so much. The things I said, they were all lies I swear. Our loves was never a mistake, it was the best thing in my life. “

His lips were just a centimetre away.  The tears I had been holding back had finally began to flow. I burst out crying against Taehyung’s forehead. I felt his hands bunch up the t shirt around my waist, seeing me cry was hurting him. He brought my head to his chest and stroked my back lovingly as I carried on sobbing.

“Ssh, Jagiya. It’s okay, you don’t need to cry. Everything is going to be okay. I promise I won’t let you go again. “

“I hate you…”

I whispered against his chest. He shook his head, disagreeing silently.  He grabbed my cheeks and stared in to my eyes. He looked at my lips, then back at my eyes then back at my lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

I shook my head, no. He sighed deeply.

“What do I have to do to make you forgive me?”

“Take back everything you said, make me feel okay again.”

He looked back at my eyes again but this time I could feel the passion.

“I love you more than anything. You are my heart and my inspiration. You are one of the few things that keep me motivated. You’ve been there for me in me my darkest times, when I wasn’t the happy V that the fans saw in the screen. I love how you take care of me. I love how even though we have been dating for a long time, you still blush when I compliment you. I love how you look so beautiful when you’re laughing and messing about. I love how you take care of everyone around you. I love how you giggle at me when I act like an idiot. I love how you poke my face to wake me up every morning. I love how you watch me at dance practice and stare in awe. I love how you cuddle into my nape every time I sing to you. I love how you stroke my face when I yell and talk in my sleep. I love how you understand me and listen to me. I love it then you get jealous but try not to show it. I love how your face glows when you’re excited. “

He carried on for ages making me cry, but in happiness this time. Taehyung giggled at my reaction as he hugged me tight.

“I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions that night and starting a fight TaeTae.”

I felt his smile on my head at the nickname.

“No no Y/N you had every right to ask me. I’m sorry for pushing you away even though you were always being so nice and caring. “

We stood there for a few minutes swaying back and forth, eyes closed, enjoying each other’s embrace.

When we broke out of our little honeymoon mode, Taehyung dragged me to sit on the bed. He went on his knees in front of me and cuddle his head into my lap.

“I missed you so much Jagiya!”

I weaved my fingers through his soft brown locks and strokes his head.

“I missed you too, my little baby.”

“I could barely sleep because the image of you crying and running out of the door kept on replaying in my head. It kept on going again and again and again and again and aga-“

“Okay, Tae I get it”

I said giggling.

“I love it when you giggle like that.”

I blushed at his compliment.

Then Taehyung, lifted his head off of my lap.  I wondered what he was thinking. His eyes held a look of mischief. Before I could ask him, he pounced on me and attacked me with tickles. I squirmed under his touch and screamed out in laughter.

Taehyung promised me that he would always love me and I promised him that I would never leave him. This love was full of bubbly laughter and craziness. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

At the end of the day as we cuddled in our bed, just as I was about to drift off to sleep I heard him whisper,

“I need you more than you think. I love you, Y/N and I will never let you forget it.”

Yoongi Scenario: Wicked Games.

Request: I would like to read something where Yoongi is the guy who’s always trying to get me (bad boy style, intimidating, sassy) … and we are always arguing and he’s always making me jealous (w/ a blond girl). When he finally kiss me after a fight and invite me to a date!! (I need a wild kiss, he biting my lips, hands around my hair, waist and butt) haahahah! Thanksss! ❤️🙈

Genre: Romance.

-Could you please back off?- you demanded between your teeth at the guy who was currently standing in front of you as you tried to pick up your stuff from your locker, but it was rather difficult with him standing in the middle -I have much more interesting things to do than talking with you-

Yoongi chuckled, not moving an inch. -No, I’ll stand here for you to enjoy my presence a little more Y/N-

Rolling your eyes you crossed your arms. -Seriously? Enjoy? Why don’t you go and delight others with your presence?-

He smirked, bending down a little. -Are you still jealous about the other day?-

You sneered, trying to dodge him and finally find a way to your locker. -You are crazy-

-You still are-

-Seriously Yoongi, I don’t have time for this- you stated trying to sound tired and uninterested. -Please move-

Yoongi obliged this time, he moved, only to lean down until his eyes were on the same level as yours. -Here, I moved-

Inevitably you got flustered, his deep dark eyes looking straight at you from such a short distance made your mind lose coherence. -Are you blushing for me Y/N?-

At this you slapped him on the shoulders making him take a step out of your way but instead of getting angry or offended Yoongi just chuckled, that smug smirk on his face telling you he was so proud of himself for the effect he had on you.

You went on taking out your things from your locker without looking at him but you could tell he was still standing near you, you felt the weight of his gaze on you making you nervous. You turned around to leave but he was one more time in front of you. -Wait-

-What?- you asked turning your head to glare at him.

He was staring at you seriously, the teasing smug face gone. You breathed in deeply, not being able to not feel attracted of him, Min Yoongi had this vibe that made all your body go on some sort of trip. He was about to say something when a group of boys passed by the hallway calling his name; you recognized them as his usual gang, all of them troublemakers, all of them people who you shouldn’t get close with, that included Yoongi himself. He gave you a final look and a side smile. -I’ll see you around-

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Arranged Love Pt.2 | Jungkook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love, in a forced marriage between you and Jungkook?

Word Count: 3,243

Genre: Fluff/angst

A/N: I’m very excited to get this series going tbh and I’m also very excited to see a lot of you actually like this!! Thank you for taking the time to read my stuff ❤️

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