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Waiting For Her // chapter 5

Au: ceo au + ballerina au

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst (?)

a/n – so this was a super long ass gobsmackin panty hosing wait (haha that did not make any sense). I’m sorry for the mess in the POVs’ bcs I’m pretty sure it got switched from third to second person all those chapters back. Editing is quite fun actually, it’s just my lazy ass not doing work.

It was one of those nights where both of them had been up all night long talking and laughing. It was too late for (y/n) to go back to her apartment and so she stayed the night.

The next morning, (y/n) woke up on Jungkook’s bed, blushing at the half-naked state Jungkook was in. She took her time to admire his sculpted chest and thankfully, his abs were partly under the covers, for she’d be goggling at them all day. Jungkook looked so angelic under the glow of the morning light with his hair a bit ruffled up by the night’s sleep.

Eventually, (y/n) pulled herself away from the oh-so-dashing sight and went to get a glass of water. Downing it quickly and heading back to her lover’s room to change back into yesterday’s clothes. (Y/n) had on Jungkook’s white tee that he made her wear to sleep.

(Y/n) shook Jungkook to wake him up. Slowly Jungkook stirred awake, eyes fluttering open, a pout slowly forming on his lips, knowing where (y/n) had to go this early in the morning. (Y/n) could only smile down at his sleepy and pouty state and kiss his cheek.

Jungkook smiled lazily and pulled her in just in time. Crashing her to his chest to give her a tight hug. (Y/n) laughed and pushed herself off his chest to not suffocate him with her weight. (Y/n) gazed into his adoring eyes.

Jungkook and (y/n) had both been meeting each other as often as they can but it was still hard when their schedules don’t seem to favour them much. Jungkook still had his arms locked around (y/n)’s waist when he kissed her neck playfully. Still being locked captive, (y/n) squirmed as his kiss tickled and poked a finger at Jungkook’s side.

(Y/n) cupped his face, “Jungkook I have to go or else I won’t dance well.” Jungkook sighed and unhooked his arms around her waist to let her go. (Y/n) immediately missing the warmth his arms had bring.

Jungkook got out of bed and stretched out his arms above him, while (y/n) rummaged through her purse to see if she’s got everything. When (y/n) was almost out the door was when she looked back at Jungkook, commenting how she doesn’t want other people seeing her man half-naked first thing in the morning.

“I love it when you refer to me as your man,” Jungkook smiled. He, himself, was unaware at his half-nakedness but nevertheless he pulled (y/n) close to him for one last hug for the day, or maybe the week. (Y/n) melting into Jungkook’s frame and wrapping her arms around his tiny waist.

As they both pulled away, two of them looked into each other’s eyes, the silence spoke for itself. They both wondered when will be the next time they’ll be able to be like this: close and together.

//

Weeks passed and everything was in par: (y/n)’s busy schedule was back, in for a Don Quixote production, while Jungkook had more family functions and business meetings to attend to.

Jungkook’s mother often questions why said girlfriend never attended their family gatherings, and often the truth provided wasn’t enough to keep the skeptical look and feeling from creeping up from Jungkook’s mother. It was difficult for Jungkook to listen to his mother’s comments and opinions about (y/n) and her suggesting other girls from wealthy families to him every time the topic of girlfriend came up. It was unfair on (Y/n)’s behalf and (Y/n) just simply doesn’t deserve that.

The business meetings and dinners were often accompanied by his personal assistant, Jimin, a close friend of his as well. Jungkook never minded that much over who he brought to these events but it’d be much more endurable if it were (y/n) by his side sometimes when the evening just felt too long.

(Y/n), on the other hand was betrayed whenever every grand battement she did wasn’t as high as she’d liked it to be, or that whenever she attempted a grand jeté was when she felt like an elephant. She cursed whenever her toes would give out in an hour. The results of the first rehearsal for the production were simply unacceptable: she lost balance and control quite easily.

With the disaster of a rehearsal in mind, (y/n) practiced some more strengthening exercises until her alarm sounded. She cooled down, stretching her muscles on the floor.

(Y/n) arrived at her apartment with sore muscles and she went to soak her feet in warm salt water. She called up her mom to check up on things back at home to take her mind off dancing.

“Hey, mom,” (y/n) greeted as soon as her mother picked up and on they went talking about anything – or more specifically, about Jungkook.

“Mom, I really do like him as much as he likes me…no, he’s not that kind of person mom…” knowing how men roll in and out of (y/n)’s life, her mother couldn’t help but worry for (y/n), although it is natural for all mothers to worry for their daughters in matters like this.

“You need to give the boy a chance. I can tell that your schedule is getting busier by day, better communicate well darling,” (Y/n) mother advised.

(Y/n) could only sigh.

//

At an instant as she stepped foot into the café, (y/n) had spotted her broad shouldered, dark-brown haired man: he was waiting in line to order, still dressed up in his work suit that never fails to make (y/n) swoon.

(Y/n) approached Jungkook as he admired the café’s interior design. When Jungkook caught sight of (y/n), his heart rate picked up, “(Y/n)!” his eyes sparkled as they landed on her. Jungkook pulled her in for a hug and in just a matter of seconds the two hearts met.

They both settled down in one far end corner of the café, secluding themselves from the outer world. (Y/n) had a sudden feeling of dread of being with Jungkook, looking at him, thinking how she doesn’t deserve a soft ray of sunshine like him. With him always supporting her and offering help and advice, whereas she, who barely has time to even take care of Jungkook.

The dinners and functions she should have attended. All opportunities missed of getting to know Jungkook better. She couldn’t put the blame on ballet and dancing of course, she knew what she was getting herself into the moment she decided to become a part of the company.

Noticing how (y/n)’s mind was clouded, Jungkook held her hands and asked her what she was so worried about. She didn’t need much of a push to confess her feelings.

“Jungkook, I haven’t been a good girlfriend right? I’m not making enough time for you. I know I can’t blame anything else than myself but you just don’t deserve this Jungkook. It’s unfair,” the ballerina said taking in Jungkook’s caring gaze not before looking down at her cup of tea.

“I don’t want to ruin your reputation or anything like that. Ballerina’s don’t earn much and it ain’t a stable job. God knows what your family must think of me,” (Y/n) sighed. “I’m struggling to find time for you too Jungkook, you don’t deserve this. You were always there for me, lifting my spirits up but all I ever did was lower yours,” tears were forming at (y/n)’s eyes right now.

Jungkook was up and by her side now,” Baby, no, don’t feel that way about yourself. So what if you don’t earn much, huh? I adore you for your hard work and devotion to the art. You give a lot of effort to each and every performance and most importantly, you’re doing what you love!” Jungkook got a little carried away at his passionate speech that he was starting to get looks from others.

(Y/n) cracked up a smile at his passionate pep talk, heart warming up at how understanding Jungkook can be. Finally someone saw how serious ballet really is. Finally someone understood her.

“It’s ok, love. Don’t pressure yourself with all these thoughts. I want to be with you and you want to be with me, right?” Jungkook’s pitch slightly raised at the end, uncertainty wavering in his face as he looked at her.

“I do, Jungkook – it’s just that I wanna be there for you when you need me…I don’t want your parents to think I’m some sort of gold digger, trust me, I’ve been there.”

Jungkook scooted closer to (y/n) and rubbed her shoulder,” Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, (y/n). I’ll explain your situation. Surely, they’d be understanding, you know.” (Y/n) sniffled and took a napkin, leaning her head against Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I still remember the first time we met,” Jungkook reminisce, looking at (y/n) fondly.

“When we were in primary school?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yeah, you were quite chubby back then,” Jungkook smiled and chuckled once he saw (Y/n)’s horrified expression. “Oh God, you do remember!” (Y/n) hid her face in her hands, mortified.

“It’s funny how as a kid I fell in love with you,” Jungkook teased. (Y/n) gasped and pinched Jungkook’s bicep, every problem fading away as they both took a path down the memory lane.

this is the reason we’re all going to hell

cr. mutuntun

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same jimin same

cr: jikooku (twitter)

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