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boxer!gguk drabble #2

— pairing: childhood friend!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff (?), angst (just a bit i swear) | college!au, childhood friends to lovers, boxer!jk

— word count: 1.6k

— warnings: harsh words, tattooed and pierced jk (eyebrow and lip), innuendoes, dubcon (it's just a kiss, but always ask for consent for anything!), a bit overthinking by oc at the end

— summary: after the incident in the living room, jeongguk thinks it's okay to drag you around anywhere he pleases, including the boxing gym he frequents. cue more teasings, more kisses, more innuendoes, and of course ... more intrusive thoughts.

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

You don’t know why you’re here. Again.

It’s the third time in two weeks that you find yourself sitting in the corner of the gym Jeongguk goes to, typing away at your laptop while trying to ignore the sounds of his punches (and (attractive) grunts).

Ever since that.. incident in the living room, he’s been acting like it’s okay to drag you with him everywhere he goes, be it to the store to buy some milk for his mom (“I need your help choosing the right brand!”) or to the gym whenever he has his boxing sessions (“I punch better when you’re there with me, please?”).

The pleading look you give your mom to not let you go never works in your favor, instead working in Jeongguk’s as she scolds you for always being cooped up in your room and how it’s not good for your health.

You hate how triumphant his smiles are every time he gets you in the passenger seat of his car.

After two gym trips with him, you learned your lesson and brought your laptop with you this time. You really have to work on something for this online course you’re taking, but it’s really more of an excuse not to watch Jeongguk slam his gloved fists against the pads on his trainer’s hands with sweat dripping down the side of his neck. You made that mistake the first time around and the teasing smirk he gave you afterwards was irritating enough that you promise yourself to never give him the satisfaction ever again.

But eh, it’s not Jeon Jeongguk if he doesn’t have a thousand tricks up his sleeve.

“Hey.” He’s suddenly by your side, gloved hand nudging your shoulder. When you don’t look up, his nudges become incessant until you do with an irritated huff. “What?”

“Record me,” he says, grinning when your irritated expression morphs into one of confusion. “Boxing.”

Your brain goes blank and keyboard-smashing at the same time because you’ve been trying to ignore the man exercising before you and now he asks you to record him doing just that? No thanks.

You glance around in search of someone else to take the video for him, but it comes up empty as there are only you, him, and his trainer in the room.

With a sigh, you end up reaching for his phone on the table.

“No, no, use yours.” Jeongguk tilts his head towards your phone which sits right next to his.

A protest of why dies in your throat when he claims that your phone camera captures a clearer video than his—which, truthfully, you doubt is the real reason because as far as you know, you both have the exact same type of phone.

Oh, well, whatever. Anything to get this over with so you can go back home and away from this tattooed muscle demon named Jeon Jeongguk in front of you.

When you press the record button on your phone, there’s a split second where Jeongguk’s lips lift up into a tiny wicked smirk that you miss because he starts punching right away. You don’t know if it’s just your feelings but his punches seem a little harder than earlier, the sound of his gloves hitting the pads making you wince as they get quicker and louder by the second. At one point even his trainer makes an impressed sound and gives him a thumbs up, prompting a huge grin to break out on his face.

You have to admit he has a beautiful smile.

He makes you stand there and record for three more sets before you complain loudly of your arms being sore from holding them in one position for too long. He makes fun of you for being weak but relents while laughing when you throw your shoe in his direction.

You won’t admit that while it’s true that your arms are beginning to ache, the real reason you asked to stop was because you couldn’t handle any more of Jeongguk boxing. Not when there’s a chance he’d come over and ask how the results are and see just how much you’re enjoying yourself ogling his inked biceps flexing with his every move.

That would mean admitting defeat to him for the second time (damn that lip ring) and you really don’t want to see his triumphant smile for the hundredth time. Nope.

So you retreat back to your laptop, place your phone behind the screen, and after making sure the sound is completely off, start playing the videos you just took to admire Jeongguk in private.

(Okay, it’s a bit hypocritical, but you just wanna admire this man without his knowing, alright. He’s beautiful and all but his goddamn ego makes you never want to admit that out loud, much less in his presence.)

You’re too engrossed in the rapid way Jeongguk moves his arms in the video that you don’t notice the person himself is already sitting next to you, quietly watching you watching a video of him boxing.

“Enjoying the show?”

You swear you never slam your laptop closed so hard in your entire life. Your phone is still wedged between the screen and keyboard of the laptop so you’re pretty sure both are damaged now.

You can feel your cheeks burning as you bury your head in your arms, trying to block out the sounds of Jeongguk’s loud laugh beside you. He sounds so happy that he caught you red-handed it almost annoys you.

It’s not almost anymore when he has the audacity to drape his sweaty body all over yours, arms firmly secured around your waist and face nuzzling into your shoulder, making his wet hair tickle your exposed cheek.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed, I know I’m hot,” he whispers teasingly into your ear.

“You’re wet with sweat, get off me.” You completely ignore his words.

He doesn’t budge. “Jeon, you’re getting sweat on me!! Get off!!”

“Good, I’ll get you sweaty too so we can shower toge— ow!” That’s you pinching his arm that’s still around your waist.

“I prefer you tugging at my lip ring with your tongue to this,” he huffs. “Besides, for someone who really wants me to get off, you’re making no effort to move away either. Just admit you like having my body pressed against yours like this.”

At that, you lift your head and attempt to stand up but a pair of arms prevents you from doing that.

“See! I didn’t move because I knew you’d pull somethi—”

His lips are warmer than usual. You know it’s because he’s just finished working out but it’s just made more prominent by the fact that his lip ring feels ice-cold against your lips.

You’re still embarrassed and annoyed, and now you’re also pissed for two different reasons: being kissed when you didn’t ask for it and the fact that you’re enjoying the kiss.

You’re conflicted which one pisses you off more so you end the kiss by biting down harshly on Jeongguk’s bottom lip. (You also made sure you tugged on his lip ring hard since he said he liked it. Ha.)

He groans loudly and you feel like you’ve won because you think it’s out of pain, but his next words (of course) prove you wrong.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Do it again.”

You’re done. You can never win with this guy.

“Fucking shit, I’m going home.” Your hands quickly reach for your stuffs to hug in your arms. Can’t even stuff them in a bag because you brought them here in Jeongguk’s bag. His idea, obviously.

“But I’m your ride home?”

The glint in his eyes tells you he’s about to make another innuendo and your glare doesn’t deter him even one bit.

“… or do you want to ride me here?”

“Get lost, Jeon.”

He ruffles your hair, chuckling. “Alright, sorry. Put your laptop back down, I’ll be done in fifteen minutes.” He grabs his bag and turns to leave, but not before having the last words.

“… unless you want to join me in the shower?”

“I’m leaving.”

He laughs and blows you a kiss before really disappearing in the direction of the showers.

His nonstop innuendoes really got you thinking.

You’re both friends, but he takes you places just because he wants you there and you both kiss an awful lot for people who claim to be “just friends”. (He’s also very touchy with you but you think that’s just who he is naturally.)

It doesn’t make sense. There’s no way someone like Jeon Jeongguk would get exclusive with someone like you. You’re both way too different. Not to mention he can get any girl he wants with his looks alone.

You know it’s the truth but it hurts thinking that Jeongguk could only be doing things with you now because he just needs someone to fill the gap. Like a friends-with-benefits kinda thing? You don’t know.

By the time Jeongguk gets back to you after his shower, you’re clutching at your hair with your head back on the table.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks with concern in his voice. You look up and you think your expression is pathetic enough that he doesn’t question you further, only reaching for your laptop to stuff it into his bag.

He packs up quietly, letting you ponder in silence. Bad idea, since it only makes you spiral further about the status of your friendship.

When he takes your hand in his warm ones, you almost pull it away.

Shouldn’t have been tempted by his lip ring after all, huh?

— a/n: thanks for reading! ^_^ tell me your thoughts here

between grocery trips and boxing sessions, where do we stand? | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college!au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers

— word count: 3.3k

— warnings: harsh words, tattooed and pierced jk (eyebrow and lip), making out, both jk and oc being idiots

— summary: after too many trips to the grocery store and boxing gym, the blurry lines start clouding your vision. he’s determined to set things straight—his way.

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

Cleaning duty sucks.

You have been aware of this fact ever since you were little, when your mom would tell you to help her clean around the kitchen while she was cooking. Back then, it was only as simple as helping her keep the counter clean by throwing plastic wrappers into the trash can. You soon realized, though, that life wasn’t gonna be that simple forever as you hauled trash bags outside on the daily.

As you grow even older, you learn that cleaning goes far beyond throwing the trash out.

“... don’t forget to vacuum the floor, wipe the kitchen counter after you cook, and oh— please change my bedsheets and do the laundry, okay sweetie? We’ll be back next week. Love you!”

That was your mom’s farewell message as she got into the car with your dad, off to a vacation in a location unknown to you. Apparently they thought it was a good idea to go on a vacation when you’re home because then they wouldn’t have to worry about the house being empty and dirty when they’re away. You almost felt offended that they were treating you like a housekeeper, but you guess they deserved some alone time away from you after taking care of you for the past 19 years.

Suddenly feeling obligated to repay what they have done for you for all your life, you start checking off things in the mental note you made of the list your mom gave you. You vacuumed the floor, did the laundry, changed the sheets in your parents’ bedroom, wiped the kitchen squeaky clean, even made time to water your mom’s plants even though she didn’t ask you to do it. All in one day.

By the time you finish everything and have taken a shower, it’s nearing midnight and your whole body is too sore and heavy to even get yourself to bed. You take refuge in the living room couch, one arm over your eyes because you really don’t have the energy to get up and turn the lights off. Maybe putting this off until the last minute was a terrible idea after all.

The soft couch cushion you’re lying on makes it so easy to slip into slumber, like a lullaby welcoming you to sleep with its open arms. You don’t even care that the room is still bright or the fact that you don’t have a blanket on, you still let sleep take you away. It doesn’t occur to your tired mind that you haven’t even locked the doors yet.

You’ve only been asleep for a few minutes when your mind registers faint murmurs from a person who’s sitting by your waist on the couch.

“.... she’s fine …”

“... asleep now, yeah …”

“... yes, I will, okay …”

“ … yeah, no problem. Bye.”

There’s a split second of fear upon realizing you were supposed to be alone in the house right now, but something about the person’s voice sounds so familiar that you find yourself relaxing rather quickly. When you crack one eye open to check, a pair of round eyes stares back at you with worry. You close your eyes again with a groan.

“What are you doing here.”

He doesn’t answer your question and instead nudges your arm away from your face so he can press his palm against your forehead. The warmth it provides you is so fleeting that when he pulls away you find yourself wanting to reach for his hand to put it back on your forehead. (You hate how weak you are to his body warmth.)

He is obviously unaware of your inner dilemma and he sounds upset as he says his next words.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone? Do you know how worried I was when I received a call from your mom sobbing, saying that she hadn’t been able to reach you for the past hour? Do you know how fast I was driving just to get here as soon as possible? Do you even have any idea how upset I am right now to find you sleeping on the couch? Why are you sleeping on the couch anyway?”

His increasing volume is too loud for your still-hazy mind and you flail your arms around to get him to shut up. After taking some time to process his train of concern, your focus is set on one thing:

“Why did my mom call you of all people?”

“That’s the only thing you heard from my abundance of questions? Seriously?” He sounds offended. “Find your phone. I’m going to sleep here because apparently I can’t leave you unsupervised for one day without you going MIA and causing everyone to panic.”

He gets up from the couch and you open your eyes to see him headed for the door. You just realize that he’s in his gym clothes, hair still wet with perspiration. Was he in the middle of a boxing session when your mom called? How bad was it that he didn’t think to shower first before going straight to your home?

You decide to ignore the weird feeling in your chest that arose after those thoughts, choosing to instead search for your phone like Jeongguk told you to. You find it lying next to the television, run out of battery because you had used Spotify on it while you were cleaning all day. Clearly plugging it into the charger had slipped your mind when you were busy being exhausted after deep-cleaning your house and its contents.

Jeongguk comes back into the house with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, confirming your suspicion earlier that he came straight from a boxing session. He locks the door behind him and faces you with a stern look on his face.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he says. “Please don’t do anything stupid while I do.”

You roll your eyes. “My phone was dead and I fell asleep! It wasn’t stupid!”

He’s already turning around but has time to slip in a last comment over his shoulder. “Stupid enough to make your mom call your boyfriend while crying.”

This man just won’t give you a break. First he came barging into your house, yelled at you when you were half-asleep, dumped information about your mom calling him while crying, announced he was going to spend the night here, and now he calls himself your boyfriend?

What the hell is going on?

You plug your phone into the charger and wait for it to turn back on. It takes a while, and when it does you almost have a headache from how many missed calls there are from your mom. There are a few from your dad too, and even three from Jeongguk himself. It’s no wonder he had hurried straight home from the gym, your mom must have called him while spewing nonsense about how she was afraid that you were kidnapped or something.

You send a text to both your parents to assure them that you are okay before putting your phone down to let it charge. The absence of the device from your hand makes you suddenly aware of the faint sounds from the bathroom, reminding you that you are no longer alone in the house.

“Jeon Jeongguk! Don’t use my shampoo!”

You’re falling asleep again in the exact same spot when a freshly-showered Jeongguk dumps his body on top of yours, completely disregarding the fact that his big build could crush you. You try to shove him off you but he makes himself a dead weight, refusing to budge. You wonder how this man still has this much strength when he just got back from exercising half an hour prior.

“I’m sorry,” he says from his position on your chest. “For yelling at you. I was really worried and scared that something bad had happened to you.”

You feel his words more than you hear them, half because of his position and the other half because he lets them out in a sound above a whisper. He sounds genuinely sorry for once, the usual playful undertones gone from his voice. You pat his back softly to let him know he doesn’t have anything to worry about.

“But seriously though, what were you doing that you were completely off the grid? Your mom was almost hysterical when she called me, you know.” He splays his hands on your stomach, propping his chin on them in order to look at your face.

“Cleaning,” you mumble out. “Mom told me to deep-clean the house while she’s away and I put it off until today because a certain someone couldn’t stop bothering me for the past week.”

Your eyes are still closed so you can’t see the expression Jeongguk is making in response to your answer, but you’re pretty sure he’s scoffing right now.

“I was supervising you,” he says. “Also don’t act like you hate spending time with me, I still remember that one time you drooled over my muscles while I was boxing.”

“Shut up or I’m kicking you out.”

“How exactly are you going to do that? You’re currently stuck between the couch and my very muscly body and I have my big arms around your body, you’re literally trapped.” As if to prove his point, his hold on your waist tightens just a fraction. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

“Dreamland, that’s where I’m going.” You put your arm over your eyes again, a sign that you’re done dealing with this human being on your stomach. “Good night, Jeongguk.”

“Aw, come on,” Jeongguk whines. “You have your boyfriend in your home, your parents are away, and it’s only a little past midnight. Other girls would kill for an opportunity like this and all you wanna do is sleep?”

You heave out a huge sigh before opening your eyes to look at him with an annoyed expression on your face.

“Okay, first, I’m not ‘other girls’—” You make air quotation marks with your hands. “—and I just really want to go to sleep right now. Second, you’re gross. Third, you’re not my boyfriend. Stop saying you are.”

At that, he lifts himself off you but keeps hovering, his figure casting a shadow over you. “Hold on. What do you mean I’m not your boyfriend?”

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’??”

He sounds confused. You sound even more confused.

The bewildered expression on his face doesn’t falter as he sits up, prompting you to do the same. “I, me, Jeon Jeongguk—” he points at himself with every word he says, “—am your boyfriend. You—” he points at you, “—are my girlfriend. Aren’t you??”

Your mouth is agape. “Since when??”

“Since the day I got here and you stared at my tattoos and piercings and we made out on this very couch?”

“What makes you think that makes me your girlfriend??”

“Well, you did kiss me first.”

“You tempted me to!”

“Ah, so you admit my lips are tempting?”

You pull at your hair in frustration, barely holding a scream in. Jeongguk looks like he’s having the time of his life teasing you like this.

“My point is,” you say through gritted teeth, “kissing each other doesn’t make us boyfriend and girlfriend. It takes way more shit to be my boyfriend.”

“Like what?” Jeongguk challenges.

“Oh I don’t know.. going on dates? Tell me you like me? Ask me if I want to be your girlfriend?”

You glare when he only chuckles as if you’re the one being ridiculous and not him. Sometimes you wonder if the gears in his head are working right; it seems like they malfunctioned at some point and are now turning backwards, resulting in his absurd behavior.

“We go on dates though?” When you only respond with a frown, he elaborates. “Grocery shopping dates?”

“That’s— that’s not a date, that’s me trying to shop in peace while trying to stop you from throwing anything and everything into the cart and potentially making us go over the budget limit.”

“Okay, guilty.” Jeongguk puts his hands up in mock surrender. “But I take you to my boxing sessions too! That’s a date! Kinda.. sorta..” he trails off with a guilty grin. You’re not convinced at all.

Heaving a sigh, you feel all of the energy in your body evaporate just from dealing with the boy in front of you. It doesn’t help that it’s almost two in the morning and your whole body is still sore from cleaning the house for the entire day.

“I don’t know how you can look like that but be clueless about this kinda thing,” you mumble, yawning before continuing your sentence. “If you want someone to be your girlfriend, tell her how you feel properly. Show her that you like her, that you want to be with her. Dragging her around and kissing her unprompted is not the way to do it, Jeongguk.”

“I don’t see it as dragging you around, though,” he says with a frown. “I ask you to go with me because I want you there with me. I never needed help choosing the brand for the milk my mom asked for because we always get the same brand every time. I just like the way you argued with me in the dairy aisle because I insisted that my mom wanted skimmed milk instead of whole milk. It was cute that you remembered how I had thrown up after drinking a glass of skimmed milk when I was twelve. The little things, you know?”

His somber expression lights up when he grins cheekily. “As for the boxing sessions, I just like watching you drool over my muscles and deny it when you’re caught.”

You grab a pillow closest to you and smack him square in the face with it.

“Alright, alright. I wanted to impress you with my boxing skills and show you that I’m no longer that skinny kid you knew in grade school. Like, ‘I’m cool now would you please look at me’ kinda way.”

You relent after his confession. “Yeah, alright, you’re cool now. Still though, all of that is useless because you didn’t say anything about wanting me to be your girlfriend.”

“Yeah.. sorry about the lack of words. But I did show you a lot how much I wanted to be your boyfriend, like this.”

He leans forward and captures your lips with his.

Your mind immediately focuses on how his lip ring feels against your lips, the piece of silver never failing to make you feel things even after countless times of tasting it between your lips. You wonder if the reason he got the piercing in the first place was to make anyone who kisses him crazy and become addicted to kissing his lips, because you sure are. (But you won’t admit it directly to his face.)

You’re enjoying the way his lips press against yours when he groans in protest, hands reaching for your waist to pull you on his lap. You put your arms around his neck and he takes that as a cue to pull your body flush against his. All the while never breaking contact between his lips and yours.

When you’re playing with his lip ring with your tongue, you feel his lips lift up into a smirk, making you realize you have fallen into a trap so perfectly set you didn’t even see it coming. You pull away abruptly to give this boy a piece of your mind, but any thoughts you previously have are gone when he moves down and plants open-mouthed kisses down your throat.

“Still loving the ring, I see,” he says hotly against your skin. He trails his kisses upwards to your earlobe with his tongue peeking out, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Should I get one on my tongue too? Bet it would feel so much better than the one on my lip.”

The mental image of Jeon Jeongguk with piercings on both his lip and tongue is so dangerous that you will yourself to voice your objection aloud. “P-please don’t.”

“Why not?” he taunts. “I can already see you sucking on it, tugging on it with your own tongue.” He makes his way back down and is now mouthing at your collarbone. Kisses escalate into bites and you have to hold down a moan when he starts sucking at the spot. “Would feel amazing when I run my tongue on your lips.. the other lips too..”

You shudder thinking about the endless possibilities. And that is exactly why you need to stop this boy from getting a tongue piercing just for the sole purpose of riling you up.

“Y-you know.. this is not h-how you convince someone to be y-your girlfriend..”

“Hm.. really?” he nips at your neck and you yelp. “You seem to be enjoying this just fine.”

“Am n-not..”

“Say that again and I’ll make sure to use my lip ring on your other lips to shut you up.”

You bite your tongue in fear he will do as he says. There’s only so much you can take in one night.

“Good girl,” he says before crashing his lips back on yours.

In the morning, you find yourself waking up on the couch with Jeongguk splayed on top of you like a human body pillow. His head is on your chest, his messy hair sticking out in a hundred different directions. You belatedly realize that his hair smells like yours, which can only mean that he used your shampoo when showering last night. Must have missed your mind when you were occupied by another part of his body.

Him being on top of you makes you mostly immobile, only being able to move your arms around. So you settle on wrapping them around his frame, one hand reaching for his head so you can run your fingers through his hair slowly. The action is so soothing that you soon find yourself closing your eyes and slipping back to sleep.

You jolt awake, though, when your mom’s voice sounds from above you.

“Honey, you’re awake, right? Wake your boyfriend so you can have breakfast, I made omelettes.” She gestures to Jeongguk with the word boyfriend and you wonder if the sleeping boy told your parents that you are dating. That would explain why she called him when she couldn’t reach you last night.

You’re just about to shake him awake when he lets out a chuckle, letting you know he’s already awake. “You heard that, babe? Even your mom thinks I’m your boyfriend.”

“You told her that, didn’t you?” You scoff. “How long have you been awake?”

“A few minutes, maybe. Woke up to you playing with my hair and didn’t want you to stop so I stayed quiet.” He lets out a big yawn before nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. “And no, I didn’t tell her anything. Maybe she just assumed we were dating because we make out all the time.”

“You’re really gross.” You pull at his hair a bit harshly but instead of groaning in pain, he does so in pleasure. “Oh yeah, baby, get kinky with me.”

“Oh my God, get lost.”

He chuckles again before planting a soft kiss on your neck, the gesture so soft you can’t believe that he just made a dirty joke a few seconds prior.

“So.. we’re dating now, right? I’m your boyfriend and you’re my girlfriend?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t know, you never asked.”

“I did last night!” Jeongguk claims, accosted. “And you said yes, although I doubt you remember because you were pretty out of it after I kissed you senseless for hours.”

“Alright, I remember now. Though I also remember that it’s with the condition that you never entertain the thought of getting a tongue piercing ever again.”

“Can’t you reconsider? It’ll feel amazing on your lips, on your chest, on your—”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

Jeongguk laughs. “Love you, girlfriend.”

(Between grocery trips and boxing sessions, this one might just be your favorite.)

— a/n: thank you for reading! :) tell me your thoughts here

you bring colors (to my life) | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college!au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, childhood friends to lovers

— word count: 1.6k

— warnings: tattooed and pierced jk (lip only, but he's tame this time haha), just boxer!jk and oc being in love with each other

— summary: a splash of red, a hint of purple, a huge amount of a shade of light blue. he's covered in colors, and you can't stop staring.

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

Colors.

The first thing you notice about the boy standing in front of you is how his right arm is now covered in colors. A splash of red there, a hint of purple here, and a huge amount of a shade of light blue below his elbow. You’d say it’s somewhere between teal and turquoise, but you’re not an art student in any shape or form so you can’t be sure.

The first thing you say to aforementioned boy is: “You colored them in?”

An amused smile takes over his face upon hearing your question, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. “What, not even a proper greeting now?” He opens his arms wide, an invite for a hug. “Come here and give your boyfriend the greeting he deserves.”

“OOH!” You exclaim, noticing a bright red-orange on the inside of his arm, “You colored the flower in! It’s so pretty..” Your fingers trace over the tiger lily pattern on his skin, admiring how nice the color looks against his skin tone. You’re about to turn his arm to see if he added colors to other parts of his tattoos, but he pulls it away with a huff.

“You’re only dating me for my tattoos, aren’t you?” Jeongguk says flatly, frowning.

“Of course not!” Your answer melts his frown away, but it’s obviously not the complete version. “I’m here for your piercings, too.” You cackle as he tongues his cheek, frown back in place. “Speaking of which, where’s your eyebrow piercing? Did you take it out?”

“I’ll answer that if you give me a hug first.” Jeongguk’s frown turns into a pout and you can’t help but think that this boy is just a baby trapped in a twenty-something-year-old’s body. But, hey, at least this baby has made a significant progress since a year ago when you both first started dating. At that time, he didn’t even know how to say what he wanted and opted to just show instead of tell. Caused a lot of confusion on your end, though the case was closed with a happy ending.

“You big babyyy,” you drag the last syllable out as you put your arms around his waist, your face buried in his chest. Funny how you’re the smaller one in this relationship but he’s the one being coddled. “There, there, one giant hug from your tiny girlfriend, done.”

Jeongguk hums contentedly, tightening his arms around your frame just a fraction. “One more thing,” he says, before pulling away just a bit only to dip his head to capture your lips in a kiss. Should’ve known that a hug wouldn’t be enough for him.

After dating Jeongguk for a year, it shouldn’t surprise you anymore how his lip ring feels against your lips, but you haven’t been in contact with his lips for months so the cold metal makes you shiver in his hold. You can feel his satisfied smirk and that’s why you pushed at his chest before he can even add his tongue to the equation.

“More.. want more..” he whines, lips chasing yours.

“Jeongguk, no,” you tell him firmly, hands on his cheeks to stop his head from going forward. “You’re gonna be late. We have to go, come on.”

Jeongguk groans, but one glance at the wall clock behind you tells him that you’re right. “God, what would I do without you? Be late all the time?”

You laugh as you close the door behind you before following your boyfriend to his car. The car which passenger seat you used to hate, because it meant that you had lost to Jeon Jeongguk and had to go with him anywhere he pleased, forcing you to spend your day with him and his teasing self. You don’t hate the seat as much anymore now, only slightly disliking it because of the jammed recliner which Jeongguk broke when you two were.. experimenting. That’s a story for another time.

Today, on the first day you see each other after months of being apart because of your differing universities, Jeongguk told you he’s going to take you to a recording studio. He had delivered the news along with a thousand apologies because the first day you spend together after a while would not be of you two alone, instead with his friends whose project Jeongguk is helping with.

“It’s a podcast, their project,” he explains while driving. “About student athletes — official or otherwise. Since I take boxing classes without actually setting it as my career goal, I qualify under the ‘otherwise’ category. They say I have the qualities of a student athlete without actually being one.” Jeongguk chuckles as he makes a turn at an intersection.

“We’ve actually done all of the podcast recordings back in campus, today is just to record the opening for the podcast. Shouldn’t take too long, we can still do something together after.”

“Jeongguk, it’s fine,” you reassure the boy beside you, starting to feel bad yourself because he couldn’t stop feeling bad. “We’ll have plenty of time for ourselves after today. Besides, I like watching you focus on doing something. It’s fascinating.”

“You just like watching me focus while boxing, so you can admire my muscles and tattoos in silence.”

Well, he’s not wrong, but he doesn’t need an ego boost so you just stuck your tongue out at him without confirming what he said. Although, without your verbal confirmation, it’s obvious that right now you’re even admiring his muscles and tattoos while he’s driving. When you first started dating, you never really paid attention to his arm aside from when he was boxing, but as time went you learned that Jeon Jeongguk driving his car can drive you crazy too.

And as it turns out, Jeon Jeongguk in the recording booth is no less hotter than when he is boxing or driving.

You’re sitting on the side, away from his friends who are all busy with their own parts in the project. You all made your introductions when you and Jeongguk first came through the door, but as soon as the group is complete they all went straight to work. You’re grateful that your interaction with Jeongguk’s friends is minimum, because that way, you can admire your boyfriend in silence — exactly like what he said in the car.

The black t-shirt he is wearing is no different than the ones he wears every day, but this particular one somehow makes his chest more prominent than usual. Or is he just adding more weight to his work out routine? You almost spiral thinking about it, because even his current form is enough to make you go crazy on the daily, you can’t imagine if he gets even bigger than this.

Aside from his t-shirt, one thing that makes him look different today is the black beanie that’s sitting atop his head, currently squashed by the huge headphone he has on. It’s an old phase he’s trying to bring back, he said, because he just realized how good he looks with beanies. You remember fifteen year-old Jeongguk in his oversized t-shirts and beanies that came in every color of the rainbow strolling through the school hallways like he was the coolest person in class.

But the highlight of Jeon Jeongguk today isn’t colored black, instead it’s filled with colors — vibrant, bold, and beautiful. He didn’t give you a chance to admire his tattoos earlier, so you take your sweet time doing so now, even though it’s kind of hard because he’s not as close so you can’t see the details very well. Despite that, you can still see some that you didn’t notice, like the yellow lightning bolts, blue clouds, and even the masks and Winners Never Quit tattoos he has on his upper arm. The last time you saw him, they were all still colorless, and he always wore long sleeves whenever you both had video calls, so it’s really a surprise to see him in the flesh and find his arm filled with colors.

Aside from the colors, you also noticed that he has some of his tattoos covered with another tattoo, like the teal/turquoise one covering the red eye he used to have near his elbow. A sun covering the tiger. A snake covering the three stripes he has on his wrist. You’d have to ask him later if the cover-ups have any meaning or if he just got bored of the old ones.

You’re pulled out of your boyfriend-ogling activities when Jeongguk’s voice filters through the speakers, somehow sounding melodic even though he’s just speaking and not singing the words. Like he said, it’s an opening number for the podcast, and it looks like they’re testing out the different scripts they have prepared to see which one is the best to use for their project. (If they ask you, they should just use Jeongguk’s voice alone. It’s enough.)

While his friends are busy scrutinizing the recording, Jeongguk’s gaze flitters to you, and he makes funny faces at you while making a peace sign with his fingers — consciously or not, you don’t know. He grins, goes cross-eyed, makes kissy faces, everything to crack a smile out of you. It’s when you do smile that he does the same, mouthing I love you which makes your smile widen into a grin. Too bad for him, though, his friends noticed that action and now can’t stop making a ruckus, shouting about how whipped he is.

Stereotypically, with all the tattoos and piercings, you’d think he’d be embarrassed. But instead, he says loudly into the microphone: “Yeah, I’m whipped for my girlfriend and you’re all just jealous because you’re all single!!” before laughing until his nose is scrunched and his eyes form crinkles on the edges.

You think you might love this boy just a bit more than he loves you. Just a bit, though.

“Okay, so, where’s your eyebrow piercing?”

“Oh, I took it out because the skin is starting to close around the piercing. No worries.”

“Oh, thank God, I thought you traded it for another piercing.”

“Ooh.. I should do that. How do you feel about that tongue piercing, hm?”

“…”

— a/n: thank you for reading! :) tell me your thoughts here

yeah i know (you'll always stay) | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, smut | college!au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, friends to lovers

— word count: 4.3k

— warnings: harsh words, tattooed and pierced jk, too much use of the pet name 'baby', kissing, making out, markings (hickeys), fondling, nipple play, heavy petting, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex, implied penetrative sex, gguk gets a bit mean in the middle :c (dw it's only in the heat of the moment), all this happens in a public gym though no one is inside other than jk and oc

— summary: a boxing lesson with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn when he decides he's had enough of your blabbering mouth.

— author's note: the summary is highkey meh and it's not a social media au pls dont be fooled by the pic.. hehehe. also it's my first time writing explicit smut so pls be gentle with me asdkdjksjd with that said i hope you enjoy! :)

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Jeon Jeongguk is annoying.

It’s the first time you’re back in the boxing gym he frequents after months vacating it, never setting foot inside the place in the time you were separated with your boyfriend. There have been many occasions where he encouraged you to come on your own and meet with his trainer — who is familiar with you too by now — but you never did. Something about feeling like you don’t belong there plays a big factor on why. The boxing gym is his setting, not yours.

Apparently Jeongguk thought your reasoning does not make any sense at all, taking your words too literally by saying the boxing gym is a public setting and anyone can train there as long as they pay for it. You had spent the whole drive to the gym bickering about this, both you and Jeongguk too stubborn to back down. When you reached the gym, he took the final words by pointing out that there are a few people inside the building, proving that it is a public setting. You had rolled your eyes as you took a seat in your usual corner, still ogling your boyfriend as he works out despite his being annoying earlier.

You think he’s done being annoying, but here he is doing exactly that by asking you to get off your seat and put on a pair of boxing gloves.

“You’re kidding, right?” You give him the stink eye as he gulps down water from his huge water bottle, chest still heaving from the exercise. You’re too busy staring at his post-workout state that you almost miss him shaking his head no at your question.

“But you just finished!” you blurt out.

He lifts an eyebrow (the one which used to be pierced, thank God it’s gone now), confused by the lack of relevance. “So?”

It’s irritating how he doesn’t see the connection and how he looks so unbothered about all of this. Even more so when he continues lifting his water bottle to his lips, now taking slow sips as he gives you a challenging stare, silently asking you to elaborate. You hate that you’re feeling a bit hot just from his stare alone.

Still, you try to maintain your annoyed expression, refusing to give in. “You’re done which means I’m gonna be doing this by myself which means I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of these people and I don’t want to do that,” you say in one breath. “So, no, I’m not going to put on the gloves, Jeongguk.”

“Who said you’re doing it alone?” Jeongguk smirks, reaching inside his duffel bag to pull out a set of clothes which he thrusts into your hands. “I’ll be your training partner. Go get changed.”

You open your mouth to voice out an objection, but he beats you before you can get anything out. “Go or I’ll do it for you right here.” The firm tone he uses means he’s serious, so you make your way towards the changing room with a huff. It’s not fair how easy he makes you do something, even when you try your hardest to refuse.

You come back from the changing room to an almost empty space, your boyfriend being the only other person in the room. He’s gotten rid of his boxing gloves, replacing them with the pads that are usually on his trainer’s hands. He’s also put on the protective head gear which hides most of his face, highlighting his big doe eyes behind it. But that’s not what you are focused on.

“Why the fuck are you sleeveless now?”

Your question gets answered with yet another smirk, this time with a shrug that’s too suspicious to not mean anything. “It’s hot, why else would I be sleeveless?” He then gestures to the boxing gloves, signalling for you to put them on. “Come on, I only booked an hour of private session. Can’t afford to waste any more time.”

You grab the boxing gloves in your hand, but before putting them on, you smack your boyfriend in the chest with it first. “You’re so annoying, you know that?” you hiss as he laughs, both of you knowing exactly why he chose to go sleeveless just now.

“You love it,” he says with a grin.

After that he starts protesting about the time again, urging you to put on the gloves so you can start already. It’s actually endearing how he booked a private session for you two so you don’t have to be self-conscious about your lack of skills in boxing in front of other people, but the way he keeps talking about it sours it a little bit. You know it’s because he doesn’t want to waste the money he has invested for the time, but still.

As it turns out, he was right to hurry you into starting, because you’re not good at any sports and so you learn really slow about it. You’ve lost count of how many times Jeongguk has to correct your posture and the way you punch, as well as taking your ill-powered jabs and missed hits. You’ve apologized probably a hundred times at this point.

“It’s fine,” he exhales, tired from holding his posture more rather than taking your hits, “at least now I can take this thing off, no way you’re gonna bonk my head when you can’t even hit the pads on my hands.” He’s talking about the head gear, which he takes off after he did so of the pads on his hands. “Go take five, babe. You still did great for a first-timer.”

You release a huge breath, not realizing that you’ve been holding it while you were exercising. You didn’t even do much yet you’re already sweating buckets, and it feels like no air is enough as you continue to inhale as much oxygen as you can into your lungs. It’s a wonder how Jeongguk can do this on an almost daily basis, with more power and accuracy than you just did. Your boyfriend might just be superhuman or something.

“How are you not — out of breath — like I am?” you pant, water bottle in hand. You can’t even take a sip because you’re breathing too hard. “Oh, wait. It’s probably — the sports bra you packed. Haven’t worn it since — high school.. yeah.. probably it.”

Jeongguk stares at your heaving chest as you continue struggle breathing, though you eventually manage to take a gulp of your water. His eyes don’t leave your figure even when you’ve stopped panting, making you raise an eyebrow in question. “What?”

He shrugs. “Maybe take it off if it’s making you hard to breathe?”

You scoff. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you.”

“I’ll take off my shirt in return.”

“HA! Nice try, Jeon.” You shake your head at him in disapproval. “Let’s continue so it can be over sooner.” You move to put the gloves back on but Jeongguk stops you, reaching for the gloves himself instead.

“Before we proceed, let me show you the correct technique first,” he says, walking over to the punching bag that you haven’t had the chance to use yet. He gives it a few jabs, jumps in place three times, then punches some more with increased speed. You don’t pay attention to his posture or punching techniques at all, instead choosing to stare at his flexing muscles that he chose to expose up to his shoulders today. You’re kind of grateful that the side that faces you is his tattoo-less arm, because if it had been his tattooed one, you’re not sure you can hold yourself from jumping him right then and there.

“Babe, come here and see how I punch so you can hit the pads correctly later,” he beckons you over, already getting into position to start punching again. You walk closer with your arms crossed in front of your chest, making sure to push it up a bit since Jeongguk made a comment about it earlier. He’s been distracting you with his arms for the past half hour, it’s only fair for you to try to do the same.

“Oh, you’re done showing off, I see,” you say in mock surprise. “We all know you’re just trying to get me to stare at your muscles. Honestly I don’t know why you’re still doing that, it’s obvious that I always stare and it doesn’t really affect me like that anymore.”

Jeongguk breaks his boxing stance, standing to his full height. His eyes glance at your pushed up chest for a second, making him let out a half chuckle half scoff. Then he takes off the boxing gloves while making eye contact with you, which you hold firmly because two can play at this game. He throws the gloves to the ground harshly.

“Let’s see if it really ‘doesn’t affect you like that anymore’.”

His takes the hem of his shirt in his hands, pulling it off his body in one quick move. The piece of garment suffers the same fate as his boxing gloves: thrown carelessly to the ground. You don’t break eye contact with him even as he reaches for the gloves again, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He doesn’t back down either, putting the gloves back on without taking his eyes off yours. You almost lost it because holy shit how can someone put on boxing gloves without even looking at it??

When the gloves are secured properly on his hands, he says: “Now let me show you what showing off is.”

Jeongguk then goes back to the punching bag, taking a stance in front of it once again before he starts punching, hard. Now that his upper body is void of any clothings, your eyes roam freely across his body, from his bulging bicep to the taut muscles of his back. From his shoulderblades, you go down his back until you reach his tiny waist. It’s the one thing that will always fascinate you about Jeongguk, how his wide shoulders come down to a waist that slim it’s almost unreal. Oh, he would look so good in a crop top.

As he continues his rapid fire at the punching bag, you can’t help but wonder about his front side, so you make your way around until you’re on his right side. His tattooed side. His inked arm looks even better when it’s flexing like this, and the newly-added colors seem to be dancing following the rhythm of his punches. Aside from his tattoos, you can also see the front of his torso from this side, his sweaty heaving chest the next destination your eyes land on. Then they come down to his taut abs, the firm lines forming an eight-pack instead of a six-pack like most people have. The way his whole body is taut from the sheer power of his punches makes you feel things that you have to hold yourself from tackling him down to kiss him senseless.

Jeongguk delivers one last punch to the punching bag with a resounding smack, making you break focus from your activities tracing your boyfriend’s muscles with your eyes. Breathing heavily, he catches your eyes and seems to just notice your change in position. His stare is still piercing, and the sound that comes out of his mouth when he says his next words almost sounds like a growl.

“One last thing.”

You thought he’s going to jab the punching bag for one last time, but he lifts a leg instead, giving a very hard kick to the poor thing. The power of his kick sends the bag and the frame shifting, it tears your gaze away from the way his thigh muscles flex. You can feel yourself getting damp down there as he approaches you while taking off the gloves before he chucks them at you almost angrily.

“Your turn,” he spits out harshly, eyes burning into yours. His harsh tone triggers you to feel as angry as he sounds, prompting you to shout your response at him: “Fine!”

Feeling a burst of courage along with your anger, you take the hem of your t-shirt and pull it off your body exactly like your boyfriend did earlier. It leaves you in the sports bra you haven’t worn since high school which has been restricting your breathing a bit, but you must admit it makes your boobs look good. No wonder Jeongguk can’t take his eyes off you now, even more so when you bend down to retrieve the boxing gloves he threw at you.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you say through gritted teeth as you pull on the left glove. “So fucking irritating,” you continue pulling on the right one. “And so fucking infuriating.” You finish putting on the gloves, ready to punch anything now.

Instead of the punching bag, you go for Jeongguk’s chest. He looks a bit shocked at that, but remains composed as you continue hitting his chest while talking. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here.” Another jab.

“I already said I always stare at you.” Punch.

“I already admitted how much I like your muscles.” A jab at his abs.

“How much I like your tattoos.” A shove at his tattooed shoulder.

“How much I love your body.” Another punch at his abs.

“What else, huh? Do you want me on my knees for you?” A shove at his chest with both of your hands.

“Okay, fuck, you’re hot! Smoking hot! So fucking hot I had to hold myself from kissing the fuck out of — mmph!”

Your sentence is cut off abruptly by Jeongguk’s hands gripping your jaw and him kissing you harshly like he wants to devour you whole. The way he presses his lips against yours is bruising, you’re sure your lips are gonna be swollen after this. You try to return his kisses with the same pace, but it’s proven a difficult task as he’s set an unforgiving pace to begin with.

When he bites into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, you cry out in pain as your hand comes up at his chest to push him away. Only then you both realize you’re still wearing the boxing gloves, making Jeongguk grunt unhappily.

“Fuck, take them off. Now,” he demands, lips going back after yours, not even giving you a chance to properly take the gloves off. You reach blindly for the strap, but are still unsuccessful even after almost a minute of trying. Jeongguk lets out a frustrated groan when he feels you slipping away from the kiss, pulling away from your lips to yank your gloved hands into his so he can take the damn gloves off already.

“Can’t even take them off without me,” he growls, his hands wrenching the gloves off your hands. “Do you need help taking your clothes off too? Huh?” He tugs you forward by the hips, lips connecting back with yours. This time he sucks on your bottom lip, a silent apology for the bite earlier. “You have no idea how hot you look in that bra, baby,” he whispers in between kisses and sucks. “So fucking sexy, I’d have you right here, right now.”

You can’t help but let out a moan at his words, feeling your legs shake. If there was a dampness in your underwear before, there’s definitely a wet patch on it now. It doesn’t help that Jeongguk starts kissing down your jaw to your neck, where his cold lip ring constrasts the warmth of his lips and mouth. He focuses on a spot where your shoulder meets your neck, and settles there with his tongue and teeth abusing your sensitive skin until it turns an angry shade of red.

While his mouth is busy up there, his hands find home on your waist, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts to stroke the skin there. You’re so overwhelmed by all the sensory stimulations that you almost stumble when Jeongguk moves his legs forward. He notices that, so he puts his hands under your thighs to haul your body up before leaning your back against the wall so he can continue his assault on your neck peacefully.

One of his hands that was previously on your thigh moves to your ass, squeezing the round flesh and eliciting yet another moan out of you. You can feel his smirk against the skin of your neck, fully satisfied of your responses to his ministrations. Feeling that your neck is covered enough by various shades of red, he kisses his way to your shoulder as his hand that’s previously on your ass moves back up to slide your bra strap off the shoulder so he has plenty of room to work. You can feel yourself gush out more wetness down there.

“Baby, look at me,” he tells you, separating his lips from your skin for a moment. You try your hardest to open your eyes and look at him through your blurry vision. You could cry from how turned on you are right now. “Can you hold yourself up?” he asks.

You’re not sure, but you nod nonetheless. Holding your arms around his neck and crossing your legs around his waist, you steel yourself as he lets go of your thigh, letting the wall and his body alone supporting your weight. You thought it’s because he wants to hold your face with both hands when he kisses you again, but you thought wrong as you let out a whine of pleasure when his left hand comes in contact with your right breast. He holds it gently instead of squeezing like what he did to your ass, but what prompts the sound is the way his thumb rubs tight circles on your nipple through the fabric of your bra. He’s too attuned with your body that he knows your nipples are very sensitive when you’re turned on like this, even under layers of clothing.

“You like that, baby?” Jeongguk exhales, seemingly not faring any better himself. His thumb continues its movements on your chest while his mouth goes back to sucking bruises onto your shoulder. Too busy feeling both sensations, you fail to notice that his right hand has gone from your shoulder. It’s two seconds later that you almost slip off the wall as you let out a surprised whimper when two fingers of his suddenly press down on your soaked core.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” Jeongguk says breathlessly, starting to rub slow circles on your clit. You’re sure by now your underwear is far beyond ruined from how much wetness is coming out of you right now. But Jeongguk is not Jeon Jeongguk if not a menace.

“This is gonna make it worse, sorry baby,” he warns seconds before crashing his lips back on yours, the pace weirdly slow and sensual instead of harsh and passionate like earlier. You think nothing of it, accepting his kisses as how he gives them. But then he licks at your bottom lip, and the gasp you let out is used as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth. When his tongue meets yours, your suspicion is confirmed.

The fucker has a tongue piercing.

He’s been licking around your skin with that damn piercing on and you are too far gone in pleasure to realize. He continues to lick his way into your mouth, each swipe of the metal against your tongue making more wetness flow out of you. At this point, it’s a waterfall down there and you’re sure he’s aware because his fingers haven’t stopped their movement since starting it, instead going faster with the help of the added lubrication.

“What the fuck, Jeongguk?!” you manage to whisper-shout in between kisses. There are so many things you have to say to him regarding the newest addition on his tongue, but he gives you no chance as he speeds up the movement of his fingers on your clit. He alternates the pressure between hard and light to tease you, all the while swallowing your moans of complaint right into his mouth.

You feel the coil in your belly tighten rapidly with the way Jeongguk’s fingers don’t let up the pace, and you hurriedly grab his wrist to pull his hand away from your center. He’s way stronger than you, though, so the hand stays where it is and his fingers continue their assault on the bundle of nerves.

“Stop — stop — ! I’m gonna — cum — !” Your grip on his wrist tightens. “Jeong — guk! Please, don’t wan’t — to come in my pants — !”

“Oh, what’s that? You want to come on my tongue instead?” Jeongguk breathes out, his finger giving one last flick on your abused clit. You shudder, imagining the ball of metal on his tongue coming in contact with the most sensitive part of your body. “Hmm, you’d like that wouldn’t you, test out my new piercing as you sit on my face like it’s your personal seat?”

You don’t have the energy to respond, too busy getting oxygen into your lungs. Your core is still throbbing painfully after being denied the release it so badly needed (you denied yourself, so you can’t really blame anyone else), and it clenches around nothing when Jeongguk decides his taunting hasn’t concluded yet.

“Or I can continue what I was doing with my fingers, rubbing you as I insert a finger or two, feeling you gush out even more of your juices for me.” He goes back to kissing your neck pink and purple, moving to your other shoulder that’s still clean of colors. This time, though, instead of only letting your bra strap fall from your shoulder, he coaxes your arm out of the loop so he can pull down the cup part and letting your breast fall free. He wastes no time in rolling your nipple between his fingers, occasionally giving it a pinch. You can only whimper as a response.

His mouth moves downward when he deems your shoulder colorful enough, and before you know it, he has your nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. Even with his mouth full, he’s still determined to keep your core nice and wet for him by spewing more filthy words from between his lips.

“Or would you rather be bent over the bathroom walls as I pound you from behind?” His question sounds like a promise to your ears. “I remember that one time we did it in your shower and you came so much I thought you were going to pass out.” The image conjured up in your brain of the memory is vivid, you can remember the numb feeling in your legs after you both finished. Jeongguk had to carry you out of the bathroom because your entire body had felt like mush.

Apparently, you’re not the only one with vivid memories of that day, because Jeongguk shudders in your arms before he drops his face into the crook of your neck. “Ah, shit, I’m so fucking hard right now.” He pauses for five seconds. Then, “shower with me?”

“Only if you promise to put that fucking tongue piercing to good use,” you snap through your teeth, still reeling because your boyfriend now has a tongue piercing. “And bend me over. Slam me against the walls. I don’t care, just fuck me good.”

“Oh, baby, I’ll give you the best fuck of your life.”

Later, when you’re both done with your gym activities and back in your house, watching TV on your couch, Jeongguk makes a confession.

“It’s fake, you know. My tongue piercing.”

“What??” You stare at him with wide eyes, not believing him even the slightest bit. It felt real when it touched your tongue and your.. another sensitive area.

“No, not ‘fake’ like it doesn’t exist, but it’s not actually pierced to my tongue. It’s a clip-on,” he explains, sticking his tongue out before tugging at the metal, the piece of jewelry coming off his tongue without leaving any marks. You stare in awe at the ball now in Jeongguk’s hand.

“I looked up reviews online about tongue piercings, and actually still feel iffy about getting it pierced for real. Then I found this in one of the comments, and thought, why not try it, right?” He gives you a smile as he puts the clip-on piercing aside. “Besides, I know you’re not fully on board with this idea either, so I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do. But I see you liked it, huh? It felt good, right?”

“Well, yeah, I almost died,” you mumble, hiding your face in his shoulder. It’s crazy how different you both are compared to an hour ago when you were busy getting it on in the gym showers. You can feel your face getting hot at the memory of him bending your body over the cold walls as water streamed down from overhead. “Maybe keep it for after hours only?”

He laughs before kissing the top of your head softly. “I mean, it’s a great compromise,” he considers. “Besides, if I do get one, I wouldn’t be able to kiss you for, like, weeks. Who can go around without kissing for that long??”

It’s your turn to laugh as you cup his cheek, angling his head so you can slot your lips against his in a soft kiss. “Certainly not you, big baby.”

Jeongguk turns his body completely to face you, pulling you into his lap so he can continue pressing his lips against yours with soft sighs slipped in between. He sneaks his hands under your t-shirt and rubs circles onto your hipbones, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“You wanna go again? I think I can go for a round two.”

“Hmm.. no, too tired.”

“I’ll put on the clip-on and let you sit on my face. You won’t even have to lift a finger.”

“Tomorrow, okay? I’m seriously really tired and could use a nap right now.”

“Alright, tomorrow.”

“Don’t pout, you baby, tomorrow I’ll ride your face and anything else you want me to do.”

“Mmh, kay, love you.”

“Love you too, now shush or I’ll throw the clip-on out.”

— a/n: thanks for reading! any feedbacks here would be greatly appreciated :D

love (and all of its complications) | kth

— pairing: photography student!tae x reader

— genre: fluff, angst (a bit) | college au

— word count: 3.1k

— warnings: insecurities, self-deprecating thoughts, (most likely) inaccurate use of photography terms, the nickname love, brief mention of min yoonji (haha)

— summary: when you think you're not worth loving, he lists all the reason why you are.

— author's note: this is a request from a friend based on the song best part of me by ed sheeran (ft. yebba)! so its a bit oc-centric. if you're having similar thoughts to oc, i hope tae's words can become a source of comfort for you :) enjoy!

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The first thing you notice upon waking up from slumber is the weight of your boyfriend’s head on your chest, his fluffy hair tickling your chin. As much as you like having him close like this, the position makes it hard for you to breathe, so you shift your body a little to give your lungs the oxygen they deserve. Your movement triggers that of his as well, his arm tightening around your waist and his leg around your legs, making you sigh in defeat.

A glance at the wall clock tells you that it’s still way too early for him to wake up, so you decide to give him those extra hours of sleep you know he will appreciate later. Your hand settles on his hair, fingers running through the strands once before you angle your head to give him a kiss on the top of his head. He stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up, instead he snuggles closer to your body like you’re his personal body pillow.

When your hand catches on his t-shirt while rubbing his back, the black color of the fabric reminds you that your boyfriend had gone straight to bed last night in the same clothes he had been wearing all night. Any protests you put up fell on deaf ears as he whined for you to get into bed with him, claiming he was too exhausted to wash up. Between his big puppy eyes and pouting lips, you couldn’t find it in you to deny him of your hold, allowing him to pull you onto the mattress and into dreamland.

Last night was the opening night of Taehyung’s photography exhibition, so you understand the state of exhaustion he’s in. You’ve witnessed first-hand how stressed he was preparing for this event, from the initial proposal to choosing the photos to display and arranging them in the exhibition venue according to his vision. It was filled with countless sleepless nights and too many cups of coffee you started to worry about his wellbeing, something you told him often. Despite his reassurance that he would be fine, you still found yourself biting your lip in worry every time he looked even the slightest bit tired.

Last night, he proved to you that all of those sleepless nights and bitter coffees are worth it as he proudly hosted the opening night of his own exhibition that has been his dream for so long. You had watched as the sparks never left his eyes for the entirety of the night, even though he had to be on his feet for hours and talk non-stop to the guests. You watched with admiration in your eyes every time he explained the meaning behind the photos on display, feeling pride swell in your heart when you see that people were as mesmerized as you were listening to him talk about his art.

You had let yourself wander around the exhibition without him, letting him be the star of the show on his own. It was fascinating to see the exhibition in its finished form when you’ve only seen parts of the building process, seeing the bits you recognize and how it came to life with the things added around them. It was also different seeing the photos finally lined up according to the story that Taehyung wants to tell, the message he wants to convey. Through the various colors and techniques, he bares his mind to everyone and hopes that it was enough to be understood.

You’ve always admired Taehyung’s photography skills. The way he captures mundane things and makes them appear extraordinary in his shots never fails to evoke emotions out of you, sometimes even making you believe that the world is as beautiful as it is behind his camera lens. Often you wonder if that’s how he sees the world — through a rose-colored glass, void of the black-colored stains that’s always lurking in the corner.

You found the answer last night, when he was talking to his photography club friends about the general theme of his exhibition. It’s not exactly looking at the world through a rose-colored glass — or lens, in his case — but just to show people than you can find beauty even in the tiniest nook and cranny of places you never thought to be beautiful. You thought it’s an endearing concept, but one of his friends argued that the narrative seems too idealistic in the way it sugarcoats the harsh realities of the world. They had launched into a discussion of this topic with different opinions from each one of Taehyung’s friends, giving their own input as to why this is damaging or healing.

The discussion was intense and at some point even they made you voice your thoughts on the matter as someone who doesn’t see the world through a lens like the rest of them. Your answer, of course, made them groan because it aligns with your boyfriend’s opinion, giving the impression that you were just saying things to support him even though it was your honest thoughts on the topic. Taehyung had given you a huge grin before squeezing you in a side-hug, relaying his gratitude silently. The conversation continued in a good-manered banter, soon after shifting to the techniques used in Taehyung’s photographs.

The words being thrown around sounded so foreign to you, who was only able to recognize the terms composition and exposure. Something about positioning, lighting, coloring, editing.. you tuned them out after a while. Despite so, you didn’t miss the way Taehyung talked animatedly about his craft, responding to each and every query from his friends with enthusiasm. It was clear from the discussion that everyone in the club is really passionate about this, about the things they want to tell through photographs, about the message each of them carries in every frame they capture.

Sometimes you wonder how it feels to be that passionate about something.

You have your own interests and hobbies, of course, ones you even think are your passion in life that you’d continue doing for the rest of your life. You spend weeks, months, years to perfect your own art until you’re confident that you have put out the best results and can proudly present them to the world. Surely, this is your passion, your life calling, you’re meant to do this for as long as you live. For a moment, you truly believed that.

Soon after, reality turns bleak as you come to a realization that your best does not even come close to someone else’s worst. Every corner you turn, there’s always someone with more things to offer; more appeal, more elegance, more eloquence. Your best result, the one you created with all the effort you could muster, paled in comparison to them. Hell, it was annihilated, utterly destroyed without a trace left. You’d watched your dreams crash and burn, taking your confidence with them.

Striped off your art, your passion, you’re left with a gaping hole of what else? What else do you have to offer to the world? What else do you have in you that’s worth showing off? What else can you do to prove your worth? What else can you do if not this?

Those questions play themselves in an endless loop inside your head, plaguing your mind day in, day out. There are times when they’re not as loud, only serving as background noise while you go through your day, but you find there are more times that they are roaring in your ears like thunder prior to a storm. They get worse whenever you see people talking about what they do with so much fervor, the fire in their eyes reflecting in your empty ones. Your fire was long gone even before it was able to be ablaze.

Often times, it makes you wonder whether you’ll ever be good enough without a passion.

“Honey? Sweetheart?”

Your boyfriend’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. It sounds even deeper than normal, indicating that he just woke up. When you look down, though, his eyes are wide open and there’s concern in them, like he can hear the thunder that rumbled in your head moments prior. You hope not. It’s too early for him to be worried.

“Are you okay?” Uh, oh. “I called you like, five times before this. Thought you were still asleep, but you’re awake..” Taehyung turns in your hold, holding himself up using his right arm. The worry in his eyes doesn’t cease, and you hate to be the cause of it.

“I’m fine, Tae, why wouldn’t I be?” You press your lips into a faint smile, hoping he would just chalk it up to you being tired from the event last night. His left hand comes up to your cheek and you lean into the touch, unconsciously releasing a small sigh.

“You had that faraway look that you do whenever you’re thinking about something,” Taehyung says, his gaze analyzing your expression. “And this time, it’s paired with a frown,” he continues, the pad of his thumb lightly brushing over the corner of your lips which you try really hard to keep upturned. “You’re not fine, love.”

Another sigh escapes your lips as you close your eyes, hating the fact that your boyfriend knows you like the back of his hand.

“Yeah, it’s just..” How do you downplay this so he doesn’t get more worried? “..morning woes,” you settle. That should be enough. “Don’t worry about it, Tae.”

Your hand reaches for his head so you can go back to running your fingers through his hair like you were doing before he woke up, but he’s having none of it as he pushes himself to a sitting position, ridding you of his body warmth. “You saying that is the reason why I have to worry,” he counters. “Is it one of my friends? Or the guest? Did anyone make you uncomfortable last night?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” you rush to correct his assumptions. Although it is true that your spiraling thoughts started because of his friends, it’s not for the reason he’s thinking of. “It’s just me thinking too much, Tae, it’s okay,” you try to reassure him once again.

“About what?” Taehyung asks, eyes never leaving yours. You wish he’d turn his gaze somewhere else, because you’re not sure the clouds behind your irises can be hidden for much longer. You’d hate to taint this important moment for him with your clouds, dark and rumbling in your mind.

Apparently you’re silent for too long that he deems you’re back in your head again. “Hey, it’s okay.. you can tell me,” he whispers, thumb stroking your cheek gently. His eyes have gone softer now, no longer staring at you with concern swimming in his orbs. You should be relieved, happy that he’s not worried anymore, but somehow the emotion replacing that worry makes your heart tighten in your chest.

Love.

He’s staring at you with love. Gentle and quiet, like he’s saying it doesn’t matter what you have in your mind, doesn’t matter how dark the clouds are, doesn’t matter how much the storm is raging, he will always find your hand to hold and pull you out into the light. He will always love you, whether your head is filled with a ray of sunshine or a raging storm.

“Do you love me?” You say quietly. It’s almost rethorical, with the way his gaze has your answer even before you voice out the question.

“Yes, of course I love you.” It doesn’t even take a second for him to answer. “Is this what you were thinking about? Whether I love you or not?” Taehyung sounds genuinely surprised, maybe because it never occurred to him to doubt his love for you.

Instead of responding to his question, you put your arms around his shoulders and pull him down for a hug. It’s an uncomfortable position and his arms are bent at an awkward angle, but you don’t care. You need to let this man know that you’ve never doubted his love for you either, only the reason behind it and whether you deserve it or not.

“Love, will you tell me what’s going on?” Taehyung’s voice is muffled against your shoulder. You blink back tears that are threatening to spill out as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Why do you love me, Tae?”

The whispered question makes him pull away from the hug to get a look at your expression. You lost your hiding place and have no choice but to let him see you in this state; glassy, red-rimmed eyes, vulnerable. Taehyung’s eyebrows slope downwards and he looks like he’s something between angry and upset. It occurs to you that the single sentence you let out could have been interpreted in so many different ways, so you rush to explain yourself.

“It’s not that — that I don’t believe that you love me. It’s just..” you take a deep breath and release it in a shaky sigh. “Why are you in love with me? I’m not as pretty as your other friends, I’m not talented, not even that smart. Heck, I quit doing my art because I wasn’t good enough at the thing I claimed to be my passion. I don’t have anything about me to be proud of, to be worthy of being loved. Why are you still with me? You could have anyone else that has so much more to offer than me..”

By the end of your explanation, tears have flown freely down your cheeks. It seems silly to be crying even before noon, but the demons inside your head don’t look at the time when they summon storms. You just wish Taehyung didn’t have to see this. He doesn’t deserve this version of you when he has given you nothing but his best.

“I’m still with you because you make me happy,” Taehyung says. He pulls you up into a sitting position before cupping your cheeks in his huge hands, thumbs brushing away your tears. He doesn’t stop even when they continue flowing out of your eyes.

“I’m still with you because you make me laugh with your one-liners, because you laugh at my jokes. I’m with you because you call my photos beautiful even when I think they’re not. I’m with you because you don’t get mad at me whenever I burn food and instead offer to clean up with me. I’m with you because you push me to be the best version of myself even without realizing it.

“You’re beautiful, talented, and smart, love. Even when you choose not to believe it yourself. You’re courageous, too, for deciding to quit when you felt it was too much for you. Many people might not agree with me, but it takes great courage and strength to be able to quit from something you’ve been doing for so long with so much effort. It’s okay if you don’t have something to be passionate about right now, I will be here for you until you find a new one, or maybe get back to the one you left.”

Taehyung smiles, and your sobs get uglier.

“I love you for all the reasons you think you don’t deserve to be loved for, so you can quit worrying about it, okay?”

You sob loudly and he chuckles, endeared, as he pulls you back into his arms. His hands rub soothingly down your back, letting you cry on his shoulder without any complaints. Pressing his cheek against the top of your head, he releases a relieved sigh with a small smile.

“You know, it’s a wonder as well that you love me,” Taehyung laughs quietly. “I can’t cook, I’m terribly messy, and when I work on my project I ignore you for days. Do you remember the twenty missed calls you left because I fell asleep in the studio when preparing for the exhibition?”

You sniff and chuckle, your voice sounding funny when you talk because of your blocked nose. “That’s because you’re passionate. You just worried me when you didn’t pick up your phone, thought you were dead from exhaustion.” You clear your throat to get rid of the scratchiness of your voice. “Also I don’t mind that you can’t cook, as long as you stay updated on delivery places so we have something different to eat every day.”

“You don’t mind that I can’t cook because you can’t cook either, love.”

“Yeah, that too.”

Taehyung lets out another chuckle as he squeezes your form, peppering your head with kisses. You both stay like that for a while, enjoying each other’s body warmth. It allows you to settle the storm inside your head, now only a pitter-patter against the window in your mind. Soon, it’ll be filled with sunshine again. You believe it will.

“Can I ask you about something?” Taehyung says after minute of being silent. You hum your affirmation, allowing him to continue. “What triggered you? To think about all of that this early in the morning?”

“It’s almost eleven, Tae, not early at all,” you muse, ignoring the first part of his question. You let out a sigh when he gives no response to your joke. “Just.. meeting your friends last night. They’re fine, I swear! But the way you guys were talking about the exhibition, about photography in general.. it made me realize how passionate you all are and made me wonder why I can’t be that passionate towards something as well. Yeah, there you go.”

“Oh, love..” Taehyung sighs.

“Also, your friends are really pretty and talented, I couldn’t help but feel insecure, you know?” You add, tone light and playful to let your boyfriend know that you’re okay now. Even if there’s some truth to your words. “Who’s the one who has dark blue hair? I saw the shot she showed you on her phone, it was really beautiful and stuck with me the most.”

“Oh, that’s Min Yoonji. If you remember Yoongi from the club last year, she’s his twin. Yoongi couldn’t come last night so he sent her in his stead,” Taehyung explains. “You don’t have to be insecure, though. Yoonji might be pretty and talented, but she’s not you.”

You snort out a shy laugh. “Alright, I get it. Ease up on the flirting, will you?”

“Hey, I’m serious!” He laughs and it’s so contagious you find yourself laughing out loud as well. “Really, though, love. Okay?”

“Hmm,” you respond. Then, “I love you, Tae.”

“I love you too,” he replies. “Now can we get breakfast? Brunch? I’m starving.”

And as you laugh again, you think you’ll be fine. You think the storms will calm down into a drizzle, and the drizzle will soon let up to allow a ray of sunshine to pass through the clouds. There might even be a rainbow adorning the sky of your mind, and it will look picture-perfect just like how Taehyung captures the world in his lens.

You’ll be fine.

— a/n: thanks for reading! tell me your thoughts here :)

(i think) i'd have a heart attack | jjk

— pairing: roommate!jk x reader

— genre: fluff | college au, roommates au

— word count: 4.9k

— warnings: cheese everywhere like it's just cheese in written form, jk eats ssam like he hasn't eaten in months, they're both idiots, mostly oc though, angst on oc's part but eh what is new, (another) mention of iron man (sorry i love iron man (jk does too))

— summary: having feelings for your roommate is never not complicated, all awkward glances and (not-so) subtle avoidance. after weeks, you think you’ve buried them deep enough for your roommate not to notice. but jeongguk digs deeper.

— author's note: another shitty summary by yours truly but pls give it a chance ;-; also i wrote this back in 2019 and changed the pov so i hope it's not too weird or anything. of course inspired by jeongguk's twitter video when he was still actively sharing what he eats on a daily basis hahaha :D

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You unlock the door to your shared apartment with a sigh; you’ve been working on your assignment at the coffee shop near campus but was forced to come home when the battery of your laptop ran out and you conveniently forgot the charger in your rush to get out to class this morning. The assignment is due tomorrow morning, so you have no choice but to go home considering it’s nearing 10 PM already.

Stepping into the living room, you almost feel your blood boil upon seeing that the lights are on as well as the television, displaying your roommate’s Netflix home page, but there’s no one in sight. It’s not that big of a deal—at least he’s not leaving behind a used bowl or some unfinished pack of chips on the coffee table—but you figure it’s because he is the one behind it that makes your skin crawl in irritation.

You decide to leave the mess behind, let him deal with it however he pleases later. You intend to grab a glass of water from the kitchen but are stopped in the doorway to said room when you see your roommate sat on the bar stool, shoving a huge ssam into his mouth like he’s been starved for the past month. It doesn’t faze your more than his presence itself does.

“Oh, hey—where are you going?” Jeongguk calls out around a mouthful of lettuce, tone changing quickly from bright greeting to a confused one when you bolt out of there as if you saw a ghost instead of your roommate. You ignore him, opting for hastily going into your bedroom before locking the door to ensure your safety inside.

You almost jump out of your skin when there’s a knock on the door; no doubt that it’s Jeongguk. You know he would go after you, you know he would knock, heck, you know he’s home so why would you be so jumpy?

“Hey, are you okay?” Comes Jeongguk’s muffled voice from the other side of the door, concern clearly etched into his tone of voice. If this was months ago, you would be endeared by the way your roommate cares so much about you like this, but this is now and the sound of his open concern for you just makes you annoyed.

“I’m fine, go away, Jeongguk,” you try to let out in the most friendly tone you can muster right now, but you know your go away must make him upset despite the lack of bite in the way you let it out. You hope you just sound tired to him.

There’s a moment of silence as you just shuffle your feet around, restless in the way you worry you have upset Jeongguk in some way. You shouldn’t be acting like this, he’s just being his usual nice self and being a good roommate. If you keep this up he might find out and things will get messy.

“I bought extra in case you want some..” Jeongguk says, voice quiet with the barrier between you both, “uh, the food, I mean,” he continues when he realizes that he didn’t specify what it is that he bought extra of.

“Uh, thanks, but I ate earlier,” you reply with a lie, all you had today was that crappy sandwich from the coffee shop and you think you cannot have anything more what with the feelings nestled inside of you right now. You don’t know what to name it, but whatever it is makes you want to drop everything and just sit on your bed doing nothing.

Jeongguk’s okay from behind the door surface sounds slightly dejected, before you hear his footsteps, fading away along with his disappearance back into the kitchen. You let out a loud sigh, you can feel the beginning of a headache coming because you still have that assignment that needs to be done no later than 7 AM and you have to do it without the help of coffee nor food in your system. Going back out to fetch food doesn’t seem like an option because it would mean both seeing Jeongguk again and telling him that you lied about already having dinner.

As you change out of your clothes to a more comfortable one—pajama pants and a hoodie lying on your bed—you couldn’t help but think that this whole thing started because of you and your thoughts alone, Jeongguk having no business whatsoever in this newfound thing you recently discovered named feelings. Yes, laugh as you will, but liking your roommate seems inevitable because Jeongguk is just.. Jeongguk.

It isn’t clear when this thing actually started, because as far as you know, Jeongguk has done absolutely nothing different to show that he has some sort of attraction to you. He’s always been nice to everyone, laughs just as loud when he’s with you or any of his other friends, and that one time he had to stay a night at the hospital because Taehyung had a really bad fever proved that he’s always had that caring nature in him for those whom he cares about.

Still, you find yourself feeling funny inside whenever Jeongguk does something to you that should be normal for otherr people, like buying you food and asking you to eat it togetherr with him, letting you choose what to watch on movie nights, even lending his hoodie when it’s too cold without one in the apartment. Those things are mundane, friends do that, right? So why do you feel different?

To avoid any weird changes in your friendship, you decide to just bury these feelings deep inside of you until sometimes you even forget you have them. That only lasts until the next time you see Jeongguk and be reminded that this is the subject to your misery these days. You bemoan this fact only to your best friend Yojeong who somehow always has time to deal with your constant whining of he looks good today, what the fuck, I should’ve stayed in my room and not come out until the next century or something.

Maybe that’s why you unconsciously stays away from Jeongguk as much as you can these days. When you have a morning class, you’d make sure you go out of the apartment before Jeongguk even wakes up. If your class ends at noon, you would stay out as long as possible and would only come home when it’s nearing midnight to avoid bumping into him in the apartment. Thank God you’re both in completely different majors, so avoiding him in campus isn’t necessarily a hard thing to do. It’s a bit pathetic, but you choose to keep your sanity rather than losing it over your handsome and friendly roommate.

You do the rest of your assignment in peace, finally submitting it a few minutes past one in the morning. You stretche your arm above your head, suddenly feeling really tired after being hunched over your laptop for hours with your back leaning on the wall beside your bed. Yes, you do your assignments on your bed just because.

You really want to sleep right now, but your stomach rumbles in protest because that one crappy sandwich wasn’t enough to last you through the day, moreover with the assignment needed to be done. You know that it’s dangerous for your health if you forgo eating, so you open the door of your bedroom before stepping out to search for something to eat.

In your haste to reach the kitchen, you miss the fact that the lights in the living room are still on, along with the hum from the television that’s playing some anime with a low volume. You miss the movement from the couch, where Jeongguk quietly looks up from where he’s perched on it. You miss the way he follows you to the kitchen, and finds you rummaging through the fridge.

“The food is cold now, but I can heat it up for you,” Jeongguk says upon seeing you pull out the container from the fridge. You let out a gasp of surprise, accidentally knocking your hand against the top part of the fridge. You hiss while closing the fridge door, turning your head to shoot him a dirty look.

“Thanks, but I can do it myself.” You don’t mean for it to sound as harsh as it came out, and actually feel sorry that Jeongguk has to receive this kind of treatment from you when he does nothing wrong. Like you said, seeing Jeongguk just brings back the fact that you like him to the surface of your conscious and you hates being flustered when being around him.

You expect him to go away after that, but he does the exact opposite as he sits down on one of the bar stools, making himself comfortable. You curse in your mind, hands almost shaking with the sudden nerves that overcome you. If you’d known he was still awake, you wouldn’t have dared go outside of the safe haven you call your bedroom. Let you starve just until tomorrow morning if it means not seeing this guy’s face at one in the morning when your brain doesn’t work that well.

You feel numb as you robotically move the food from the container to a plate, putting the dish inside the microwave before punching the buttons to start heating it up. You lean a hip against the counter, fishing for your phone from the pocket of your hoodie just to give your something to do that doesn’t involve human interaction. Shaking, you open your chat room with Yojeong before typing furiously into the device.

im fucked

shit yojeong what do i do

i was tryig to get food

jeons still awake

he wont leave

you know how i get around him

im fucking shaking

shit

The microwave lets out a sound that signals it’s done heating up food, startling you because you were too focused on your phone to keep track of the minute on the device. Getting the food out, you place the plate on the counter, ignoring how Jeongguk is staring at your every movement like a hawk eyeing its prey. You’re just about to fetch a pair of chopsticks from the drawer when Yojeong’s replies come in.

yojeong: babe

yojeong: breathe first

yojeong: hes your roommate hes allowed to stay

yojeong: if you cant take it just stay with me

yojeong: okay?

you: fuck

you: he wont stop staring

you: at me

you: what if i accidentally blurt it out

You’re just in the middle of typing the word fuck when suddenly your phone is being taken out of your grip, before a pair of chopsticks is thrust into your hands to replace it. You’re too stunned to say anything, eyes looking up to meet Jeongguk’s dark ones. His eyebrows are furrowed, and you almost feel scared because it looks like he would snap at you the next time he opens his mouth.

“Stop playing with your phone and eat.”

See? He does snap.

Slowly, you sit yourself down on the stool while Jeongguk goes back to his previous spot; the stool opposite yours. You’re glad that there’s at least a kitchen counter to separate you both, because you don’t know how you would be able to breathe if he stays close to you for too long. His gaze stays on you though, and you curse this fact because apparently it’s still making it hard for you to breathe normally.

You quietly eat the food you heated up earlier, mentally crying and wailing when you realize that Jeongguk got your favorite from the restaurant. You don’t know how he manages to know, because you never really mention anything to him. Shit, can this boy stop doing things like this to you? It does things to your heart. Unhealthy ones.

You noticed that while Jeongguk plucked your phone out of your hands unceremoniously earlier, he didn’t do anything to it. He just locked it and put it face up on the counter, and you feel this sense of gratefulness toward him for still respecting your privacy.

“Why did you lie?”

The quietness in the room is broken by Jeongguk’s question, tone softer than you would like to admit you anticipated it would be. Though soft, it’s still got  a tinge of assertiveness that makes you feel slightly guilty for blurting out that lie to him hours ago.

Your gaze stays on your food when you shrug, answering his question with vague gestures which you hope he doesn’t question further. But deep down, you know Jeongguk is not one to take unclear answers when he’s serious like this.

“Hey,” Jeongguk says sternly, fingers gripping your chin to force you to look at him instead of your food. Your eyes meet, and you have to force down the gasp of surprise that’s threatening to spill from your lips. Not because of the sudden skinship, but more because despite his firm tone, his expression is anything but. Instead, you see some worry in his eyes that only confuses you rather than scare you. “Answer me.”

You stop chewing to control the sudden spike in your heartbeat, taking a deep breath through your nose to give your brain a bit of oxygen supply it desperately needs. Jeongguk doesn’t let you break eye contact, and you swallow with great difficulty to give him what he wants.

“I don’t know..” you let out quiety, cringing inside when it comes out in a whisper, “sorry.”

Though he doesn’t look satisfied with that answer, he lets your chin go, making you break eye contact as soon as he does. You clear your throat while looking anywhere but him, and you just realize that he’s wearing a pastel yellow t-shirt tonight instead of his usual black or white. This fact is completely irrelevant and you curse in your mind for noticing even the smallest detail about him.

“You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?” Jeongguk’s voice sounds again, this time with a tinge of sadness in his question. You look at him again just to discover that he has a small frown on his face, flawing his otherwise perfect face. You mentally tell yourself to get a grip.

You open your mouth to answer him despite not knowing what to say when Jeongguk stops you from doing so with a bitter chuckle.

“Yeah, I noticed. We’re roommates but I barely see you anymore. When I wake up you’re gone, when my class finishes early and I come home you’re not there, when I finish everything at night and come home you’re not home yet and no matter how late I stay up waiting for you, you always come home even later,” he says with a glum smile, and you are too stunned to reply.

“I end up just going to my room to lie restlessly, waiting for the sound of your footsteps to start appearing so that I can assure myself you’re home, you’re here, and the most important thing is; you’re okay and unharmed. Sometimes when I don’t hear you coming home past twelve, I ask Yojeong if you’re already home or not. It puts me at ease whenever I discover that you’ve been home all along, you just won’t come out of your room. It’s okay. At least I know you’re there.

We stop having movie nights, stop eating together after classes, stop telling each other about our days, we stop hanging out altogether. At first I was upset with you, but then I thought to myself, maybe I did something wrong to make you avoid me to that extent. I mean, you won’t push away someone without some reason, right? So I started listing in my head the things I’ve done that could’ve upset you. I even asked Yojeong about it, surely you’d tell her if somehow I made you upset, right? But she won’t tell me, I—“

“Jeongguk,” you call, voice strained with the way you’re holding your tears in, “it’s not.. you didn’t do anything to upset me,” you continue, letting out a breath. You feel really guilty now that Jeongguk has told you the past months in his point of view, you didn’t think that your lack of appearance in front of him would go noticed, let alone affect him this way.

“God, I’m really sorry if you think like that, but you didn’t do anything wrong, really..” you mumble out, hands covering your face because you can’t bear to look at his face in this state of guilt you’re in. Who knew that an attempt at sorting your heart out would cost you the exact person who’s the cause of all of this?

Jeongguk lets out a puff of breath, chuckling. “That’s good to know,” he says, “I figured, though, otherwise you won’t be wearing my hoodie right now.”

You have never whipped your head down so fast in your life, looking at the hoodie you’ve been wearing ever since you got home earlier. It’s his? No wonder it feels slightly bigger than your usual oversized hoodies, because if there’s something common about you both, it’s your love for oversized clothes, including hoodies. Now that you know it’s Jeongguk’s, you just realize that the hoodie smells like him, but because you’re so used to having his scent in the apartment, the thought that the hoodie is his didn’t even come to you. Stupid you.

“Oh my God,” you groan, covering your face again to hide your blushing face from Jeongguk’s eyes, “sorry, I didn’t notice it’s yours. I’ll give it back later.”

“No, it’s okay. You look cute in it.”

You drop your head on the counter because what the fuck, Jeon Jeongguk. You don’t just throw out words like that!!

It’s quiet for a while and your plate of food quickly becomes forgotten because you have a more serious issue to focus on; your racing heartbeat. You’re thinking of ways to shrink or disappear so you can flee Jeongguk’s presence in order to calm yourself down, preferably forever if it means escaping the flustered state you always seem to be in whenever he is around.

“Hm? You like someone?” What? Why would he—

You snap your head up to see Jeongguk looking at the lit up screen of your phone on the table. You snatch it to read the notifications that’s started to pile up on your lockscreen; it’s Yojeong, replying to your stressed messages earlier. A very late reply, considering you’re already a mess in front of Jeongguk.

yojeong: what, that you like him?

yojeong: i know you’re not stupid enough to do that

yojeong: but if you are

yojeong: dont forget me when youre happily kissing him

yojeong: hehe lub u babe

What the fuck.

You feel your face become hot at Yojeong’s messages, hoping to every deity that exists that Jeongguk didn’t have a chance to read beyond the first message. Yojeong might be your best friend and you might love her to death, but sometimes she can be a little shit that you just want to strangle her.

“Hey, are you okay? Your face is really red..” Jeongguk trails off, seemingly worried that his roommate’s face is like a ripe tomato.

“I’m fine, Yojeong just said some weird shit.” You put your phone face down on the table, fanning your face with your hands to get rid of the warm feeling still lingering on the apple of your cheeks. It’s already embarrassing that Jeongguk now knows the fact that you have a crush—though he doesn’t know that said crush is him—and now he sees you with a face so red you could rival that of an apple’s.

“About your crush?” Jeongguk inquiries, suddenly interested in this crush of yours, “Who is it? Do I know him?” he asks excitedly, but you are too busy being embarrassed to notice that there’s a slight downturn of his eyebrows, eyes losing their spark.

You let out a groan, hands stopping their movement of fanning your face because it doesn’t work in lessening the warmth. Now Jeongguk has decided to talk about this crush and you think your red face won’t leave tonight, so might as well leave it be.

“Come on, tell me,” Jeongguk prompts, fingers poking at your hoodie-covered arms, making you swat his hands away with a frown. He doesn’t stop though, instead pulling one arm toward him and continues poking it with his forefinger.

“Stop it, you don’t know him so it’s no use anyway,” you mumble, eyes going wide when suddenly Jeongguk lays his palm flat against yours, fingers eventually entwining with yours. Sure, you share hugs occasionally, but hand-holding is something entirely different, at least in your opinion. Maybe Jeongguk goes around holding his (girl) friends’ hands so this is normal occurence for him, you’ll never know.

“Would it be no use if I told you I like you?”

If your eyes were wide earlier, you don’t know what to call them now. As much as you want to believe him, Jeongguk is far more playful for you to just take his bait straight away like that. You thank your brain for still being able to be reasonable even when your heart is already beating out of control.

Controlling your expression from one of surprise to one of doubt, you pull your hand away from Jeongguk’s grip, heart clenching when his bright grin dims as soon as you do it. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

“N—no! Why would I?” Jeongguk splutters the answer out, eyes going as wide as yours. “I thought it was obvious that I like you? I thought you avoided me because somehow you knew of my feelings and you don’t feel the same way?” He sounds as confused as he looks.

You don’t know who’s more stupid; you or Jeongguk.

“No it’s not obvious, Guk,” you let out a sigh. “You don’t treat me differently than you do any of your other friends—“

“Seriously?” Jeongguk scoffs, “babe, I don’t share food with anyone,” he continues matter-of-factly, but the thing you are focused on is the way the nickname rolled off his tongue smoothly, like he’s been calling you that all his life. It also makes your face heats up again, and you don’t know when the temperature would come back down to normal.

“I don’t share clothes either, and the fact that I let you wear my hoodies says a lot about my feelings,” he continues, lifting two of his fingers to list off the things he’s about to say, “I buy you food, I let you pick the movies on our movie nights—though the reason I do is because you also like Iron Man and the first person not making fun of me for that—heck, I stay up nearly every night just to wait for you to get home and I can only sleep after knowing you’re safe and sound in your bedroom.” He gives up lifting his fingers up, choosing to run said fingers through his hair instead. “I think Yojeong knows that I like you, what with the way I always message her asking about you.” Jeongguk lets out a chuckle, eyes going back to yours after running all over the room, “If that’s not obvious, I don’t know what is.”

You are left gaping at him, eyes blinking as you try to process everything that Jeongguk just said to you. It doesn’t help that it’s nearing two in the morning now, your brain functioning just a little slower than it does in daylight.

“But.. I thought those things you mentioned just.. I mean, friends do those, you don’t necessarily have to like someone to lend them your hoodies, right? And eating together, letting them choose the movies.. Guk, what the fuck?” As always, words fail you whenever you need them the most.

“Stop denying, babe, and just say it to my face if you don’t like me back.”

“Stop calling me babe,” you say around a pout that unconsciously formed on your lips.

“You called me Guk earlier and you usually call me Jeon or Jeongguk, it’s only fair that I give you another nickname as well,” Jeongguk retorts back, and after a thoughtful pause, he adds, “babe.”

You cover your face again for the hundredth time tonight, grunting in frustration because the nickname sounds really good coming out of Jeongguk’s mouth, you won’t mind being called that for the rest of your life. Reserved only for Yojeong and Jeongguk, though.

“Guess you already know that I like you back, huh?” you mumble out, face still covered by your hands, “I just.. never thought that you’d actually like me too.. like, I always thought it’s just me being too affected by the simple things you do, I thought it’s just simply me overthinking everything.. Why would you like me anyway? I’m not that pretty, I’m dumb, I say curse words all the time.. heck, Jeongguk, I never even buy you food.. what kind of friend am I? I’m really sorry..”

You are too busy rambling out that you don’t notice Jeongguk has risen up from his seat, going around the kitchen counter standing between you to stand directly in front of you, prying your hands from your face and replacing them with his warm hands cupping your cheeks. Your eyes are wide and your mouth opens and closes repeatedly like a fish out of water, your face is also still very, very red. Jeongguk thinks you’re adorable like this.

“Are you done?” he chuckles, thumbs stroking your cheekbones slowly.

You scrunche your nose, “not really, I’m still really sorry for being such a shitty fr—“

Jeongguk stops your sentence by slotting his lips over yours, pressing softly when he feels you freeze up. After a few seconds, you relax, and he lets out a breath through his nose before moving his lips against yours. You feel your head spin at the feeling of Jeongguk’s lips on yours, soft, so soft you could kiss him for hours.

After minutes just massaging each other’s lips, you pull away for breath and you have to push at Jeongguk’s shoulder to stop him from going forward, chasing your lips. You then smack said shoulder, making him wince before rubbing at the spot.

“What was that for?” He pouts, lips red and shiny. Shit, you shouldn’t be staring at his lips.

You glare, “that’s for cutting me off mid-sentence, with a kiss,” you smack his other shoulder, “and that’s for taking my first.” Now it’s your turn to pout. Despite that, you have to bite your lip to prevent a huge smile to spread across your face.

Jeongguk’s eyes are comically wide as he stares at you. “That was your first kiss?!”

You purse your lips in embarrassment, “don’t make fun of me now, you—“

Again, Jeongguk cuts you off with a peck. And another. And another until you’re almost giggling because it starts to feel funny but before you have the chance to, he’s kissing you so deep it takes your breath away. When he pulls away, it’s only from your lips but not from you because he trails his lips down, to your jaw, the column of your throat, until his fingers pull the material of his hoodie aside to allow him to mouth at your collarbone.

“Hey, hey, stop,” you hold both his cheeks in each hand, pulling him away from your clavicle only to see his pout right away. “Seriously, Jeon? I just told you that I just had my first kiss and you want to continue like that?” as if my face isn’t already red enough, you grumble under your breath.

Jeongguk’s pout turns into a grin, “Why not?”

You smack his chest for that, internally fawning over how hard his chest feels beneath your palm. You have to get used to this, don’t you? To Jeongguk being all over you, smiling that stupidly adorable grin of his, giving you kisses that take your breath away, doing things that just makes your stomach do that flip.

“I have a class at eight, that’s why,” you deadpan, reaching for your phone to glance at the time, “and it’s nearing three right now. We should go to sleep, Guk-ah,” you continue while grimacing, thinking of the lack of sleep you’re going to get tonight.

“Together?” Jeongguk says, excited. You give him a fourth smack of the night for that, holding back a smile when he laughs. “Come on, you cuddle up to me all the time when we watch movies together, why so shy now?”

You roll your eyes, “fine.”

You end up going to Jeongguk’s room, as per his insistence, where he tells you to change out of the hoodie and into one of his big t-shirts instead. It’s overwhelming, to be surrounded by his smell from both the t-shirt and the person himself, but you’re not complaining.

Cuddling on the couch with Jeongguk while watching a movie felt nice, but cuddling with Jeongguk on his bed feels even better because of the additional kisses he drops against your hair and temple. He gives you a kiss on the lips as a final good night kiss, before you both drift off to sleep in each other’s embrace.

a/n: sorry you had to go thru all that cheesiness, i didnt know where that came from either.. honestly. and its rushed toward the end alsjas i know it was nearing 3 am and i had a class in the morning SO. also fun fact: jeon placed his hoodie on oc’s bed lmao i wanted to include it in the story but didn’t seem to find the right time, heh. ok bye bye

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taste your whiskey kiss | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff (?) | college!au, boxer!jk

— word count: 1.2k

— warnings: long-haired, glasses-wearing jk, annoying jk, oc still wont admit that jk is hot, jk is supposed to be a cs student, making out, mention of oral sex (f. receiving), this is plotless honestly i just miss boxer!gguk T_T

— summary: long-haired jeongguk is a menace. long-haired, glasses-wearing jeongguk is even worse.

— author's note: boxer!gguk is back at last! sorry for the (again) weird summary though. i wrote this in one sitting after that YTC in Busan episode came out and jeongguk blessed us with him wearing glasses :))) anyways. hope you enjoy!

— tags: @dunixxd

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

“Glasses?”

You look up to accept the peck your boyfriend gives you as a greeting while he hums a confirmation, the object perched on his nose knocking against your nose lightly. It’s sled down his nose so much that he looks like a grandpa from your point of view.

“Since when do you wear glasses??”

“Since my mom decided that putting my eyes five centimeters from my computer screen is not good for my sight.” Jeongguk’s hand moves to his nose to adjust his glasses. “She said my codes would never work if I keep mistaking commas for periods.”

You let out a sigh as he takes a seat on his desk chair, his computer displaying lines upon lines of codes you’d never be able to understand.

“You could zoom in, you know, instead of doing a staring contest with the screen,” you say matter-of-factly, sitting cross-legged on his bed. Jeongguk spins his chair around just to give you a one-eyebrow-raise.

“And where’s the fun in that?”

The playful smirk he sports afterwards makes you roll your eyes, not getting why your boyfriend enjoys flirting with danger like that.

“Besides, I can’t see the whole code if I zoom in. Hard to see where it went wrong.”

“Yeah, keep making excuses until you go blind,” you frown as you look at his eyes behind the round lenses. “I won’t help you if you run yourself into a pole.”

Jeongguk shakes his head in mock disappointment. “That’s harsh, babe.”

“That’s your reality if you keep damaging your eyes.”

“Why are you suddenly so hostile? It’s just a pair of glasses.” Jeongguk runs a hand through his long hair, visibly getting frustrated with your elevated emotions.

“I don’t know!” Oh, you do know. “Just— get back to your codes. We can talk about this later.”

“I have something else to do later,” your boyfriend bites back with just as much fervor. “But sure, I can spare some time to talk to you about my glasses.”

He turns back around in his chair and you’re left to stare at the black wavy hair that curls around his nape as he types away on the keyboard.

Despite your denial earlier, you know exactly what got you so worked up like this.

It’s the same thing you felt when Jeongguk first showed up on your doorstep with piercings and a tattoo sleeve, the same thing you felt when he provoked you in the gym, the same thing you felt when he dyed his hair to your favorite color.

You hide behind worrying for his wellbeing when all you want to do is scream how hot he is to his face.

It’s truly unfair how your boyfriend manages to look so hot even in something as simple as a pair of glasses. A pair of prescription glasses at that, too. That combined with the long hair that frames his handsome face perfectly might just be the death of you. It takes everything in you not to pull him away from his coding assignment to tug at his hair as you explore his mouth with your tongue.

Your mind is reeling thinking that all of this is just because one single pair of prescription glasses. And the hair too, you guess, but it’s not like you haven’t experienced what long-haired Jeongguk is like in bed. (He made sure you know that he was a menace a few weeks ago when his hair only reached a bit below his ears.)

By now, you should be immune to whatever shit he’s going to pull, yet here you are.

Half an hour pass before Jeongguk stops typing and lets out a sigh, turning his chair around to face you once again.

“I can’t focus when I know you’re upset with me.” His tone is curt, like you being upset is wasting his time. “So talk.”

“You’re the one who asked me to come, then you blame me when you can’t focus?” you scoff.

“Didn’t think you’d get upset over my fucking glasses.”

“You’re only wearing glasses because you’re too stupid to think that exposing your eyes to such short distance to your monitor is not gonna damage them! You’re the reason why I’m upset!”

“Oh really? Isn’t it because I look too hot in these glasses but you have too much pride to say it to my face?”

You force yourself to sound firm in your one-worded response. “No.”

“No? As in you don’t wanna make out with me right now and fog up my glasses?”

“N-no.”

You’re wavering. It’s over.

“Okay.” Jeongguk shrugs. “I want to make out with you.” The stare he gives you is piercing. “So climb onto my lap and let me take those feisty bites I know you’re dying to give.”

It doesn’t take a second for you to leap off the bed onto his lap, crashing your lips to his in a mess of teeth and tongue. Feels like dejavu when you tug at his lip ring hard enough to make him let out a whimper of pain.

“Why are you so annoying?” you manage to say in between kisses. “If you wanted to make out you could’ve just said so from the fucking start.”

Jeongguk hums, hands on your waist to pull you even closer to him. “You’re more fun when riled up.”

You grab a fistful of his hair and yank hard upon hearing his reason. “Say that again and I’ll withdraw any form of physical intimacy for a month.”

“See?” He grins. “Feisty.”

“Fuck, just kiss me.”

He does, biting your lips and licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue you can’t help but moan. It just fuels him even further to tighten his grip on your body and steal all the breath away from your lungs.

“Should I— fuck— put on the tongue piercing?” he asks when you roll your hips against his, creating a delicious friction between your bodies.

“No,” you pant. “That thing is— wait.” You pull away a fraction when you remember his words from earlier. “Didn’t you say you have to do something else?”

“Make out with you.”

His lips chase yours but you evade them, confused. “Huh?”

“My to-do-list. For today. Make out with you. Nothing else.”

You let him capture your bottom lip between his lips to suck and chew on like a kid would to a jelly while you contemplate the meaning behind his answer.

Once you understand, you deliver a harsh bite to his bottom lip, making him hiss (in pleasure or pain, you don’t care.)

“Yeah, babe, hurt me with your mouth,” he moans, but it doesn’t last long as he pulls away with another hiss.

“Ah, gotta take these off though, it’s digging into my nose.”

He slips the glasses off his nose, a faint red mark from where it pressed too hard on his skin. You move to place a soft kiss against the flesh, a stark contrast to how you’ve been kissing each other seconds ago.

“That’s what you get for being annoying.”

“Your kiss? Yes please.”

“Shut up.”

He dives back in for your lips, but barely a second pass when he pulls away again, making you groan impatiently. “For someone who wants to make out with me, you sure are pulling away a lot.”

“Just thinking,” he says. “How about I put on the tongue piercing and eat you out until you beg me to stop? Last time you only lasted three, let’s make it five this time, hm?”

You give him six.

a/n: i haven't written in 4 months so i apologize that this is bad hehe. thanks for reading! any feedbacks here will be appreciated :D

color you in | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, slight smut | college au, boxer!jk

— word count: 3.1k

— warnings: long-haired, glasses-wearing jk, annoying and bratty oc, (shes just horny im sorry guys), neck kisses, tattoo tour by jk, a bit of past childhood story, all while jk does his coding assignment (again).

— summary: jeongguk just wants to do his coding assignment in peace. you won't let him.

— author's note: i wanted to write about jk's tattoo meaning since he shared such a personal thing with us.. but of course with boxer!gguk's oc.. that would be hard without some spice hahaha T_T tweaked some a bit to fit the non-idol nature of this jk. hope it doesnt take away the real meaning behind his tattoos :) enjoy!

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

It’s ten minutes to six in the evening when you barge into Jeongguk’s bedroom to find him on his desk yet again, typing away at his laptop with glasses perched on his nose. The very same prescription glasses that made heat lick at your insides the last time you were here, a tool for his never-ending tricks of getting you to do what he wants. You’ve meditated after the events of that night to force your brain into thinking that Jeongguk in glasses does not look that hot for you to be drooling every single time, confident that you’ll get over them soon the way you got over his sleeve tattoos. One look at him now proves your efforts pointless, though, as he looks—for lack of a better word—even hotter in his glasses, black t-shirt (it’s not oversized this time!), and even longer hair than the last time you saw him.

How is it possible that you just saw him barely two weeks ago and his hair already reached his chin? (Which, combined with his glasses, makes him look so good you just want to jump him right here, right now—you already said that but whatever. Your boyfriend is hot. Period.)

Instead of saying hi like a normal girlfriend would, you climb into his lap sideways to tear his attention away from the codes on his laptop screen. Jeongguk blinks as he accepts the way your weight settles on his thighs, left arm wrapping around your body to prevent you from tilting backwards. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook of it, denying him of the eye-contact he tries to make.

“Hi…?” Jeongguk tries, the breath from his chuckle tickling the baby hairs on your forehead. “What are you doing here, babe?”

“Your mom let me in,” you mumble, not exactly answering his question.

“Yeah, she must have, I can see,” he muses, hands slowly going back to his keyboard to continue his assignment. “I suppose she didn’t tell you I’m doing my codes which is due tonight?”

“She did,” you hum. “She also told me to remind you to take a break and that dinner’s at seven. Told me I’m welcome to stay as well.”

“Sure you are, she loves having you around.”

“So you don’t?”

“I do,” Jeongguk chuckles. “But maybe not exactly right now. You’re warm, it’s distracting me from my codes.”

“That’s the point,” you say in a duh tone, turning your head to glance at his face. The light from his laptop screen reflects on the lens of his glasses, dancing across his brown irises in time with the speed of his fingers on the keyboard. You watch the codes go on and on for about five seconds before giving up, the array of symbols and numbers making your head spin. It’s amazing how his eyes stay unwavering behind the glasses, not at all bothered by the sheer amount of seemingly-random text on the screen.

“Why are you in glasses again? I thought you knew it does things to me.”

The way Jeongguk’s fingers halt their movement at once is almost comical.

“I’m … doing my assignment??”

You know your question sounds ridiculous and rethorical and your boyfriend’s reaction is a hundred per cent justified, but you don’t care. It’s his own fault for looking that hot in a simple getup of black t-shirt and prescription glasses, his own fault for letting his hair get so long it’s almost to his shoulder. It’s really his own fault that you’re repeating this monologue in your head, not being able to think straight anymore when your mind is echoing Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk non-stop.

The jumbled thoughts in your mind manifests itself into you puckering up your lips to softly land them on Jeongguk’s skin, your first target being the mole on his neck. It’s one of your favorite features of his to kiss, to nip, to caress with your tongue until he’s a shuddering mess beneath your touch. You slowly trail your lips upwards to his jaw, to his cheek, to his sensitive ear where you give a small, almost playful bite with a faint scrape of your teeth. Jeongguk barely reacts, though, not even a hitch in his intakes of breath.

Instead of feeling upset, you feel more amazed at his self-restraint right now, being able to ignore his girlfriend literally sitting on his lap and peppering slow, sensual kisses on his skin. You decide to step up your game, brushing your fingertips against his skin to tuck his hair behind his ear so you can whisper into it and have your words be heard clearly.

“Wouldn’t you rather do me right now, Jeon?”

The way you let your lips faintly graze the shell of his ear is totally intentional, so is the huge sigh you let wash over the surface of his skin. Your lips go back on their journey down the side of Jeongguk’s throat, this time introducing your tongue to the equation that elicits a tiny shiver he tries to supress. His ever-so-solid resolve is starting to break and you’re happily opening your arms for when it crumbles down to the ground.

You’ve arrived back at the mole on his neck, wrapping your mouth around it before sinking down your teeth firmly on the flesh that (finally!) makes Jeongguk’s breath hitch. You continue your ministrations by licking over the bite marks, making sure to drag your tongue slowly over his reddened skin. When you start sucking on the spot to paint pretty bruises on his throat, a grip on your chin forces you to angle your head away only to receive a pair of lips over your own.

A contented sigh erupts from your chest, a sound you’re sure goes straight to Jeongguk’s nether region because he adjusts his position slightly, his left hand gripping your waist until your t-shirt is bunched up in his fist. In turn, you tighten your hold around his neck, preparing yourself for the onslaught of kisses you’re sure to receive from his warm mouth. Kisses that will lead to exciting events that involve you moaning out his name in pleasure.

Moan his name you do—in frustration in lieu of pleasure—when he pulls away from the kiss just as you were about to deepen it.

“Sorry, babe,” he says apologetically, a bit breathless from the onslaught of kisses you gave him. “But later, alright? I really need to get this done by tonight.”

Your response of quiet echoes in the room, your eyes glassy from both being clouded by lust and wanting to cry because that lust is not acted upon by your very hot boyfriend. The grip he has on your chin softens before he moves to craddle your cheek in his palm, stroking your cheekbone gently with his thumb.

“Hey,” he whispers. “I promise I will tend to your needs once I finish this assignment, okay?” When you’re still wordless, his hold on your cheek becomes firm, and you try to focus on his eyes while he talks. “Need you to promise not to distract me again, though. No orgasms if you do.”

“Nooo,” you whine, kicking your feet like a petulant child being denied a candy bar. You notice Jeongguk moving his leg yet again to adjust himself, a miniscule movement you’re sure he thinks will slip from your aroused mind. Little does he know your senses are heightened when you’re as strung up as you are right now, so you blurt out a fact that you both already know: “You’re semi-hard already!”

Jeongguk scoffs. “Yeah, your kisses are killer, baby.”

You continue to jut your bottom lip out, hoping it will be enough to change his mind. Jeongguk sighs, lips pulled into a straight line which makes the mole under his lip peek out, tempting you to lean forward to land a smooch on it. Before you have a chance to act out your thoughts, you’re halted by a firm grip on your shoulder courtesy of Jeongguk’s right hand. The hand that extends to a muscular, bulky, tattooed arm.

His tattoos. How could you forget about their existence only because of the twin lenses perched on his nose? How could you forget that before those goddamn glasses, it was those ink on his arm that made you weak in the knees? How could you?

Whatever words Jeongguk is saying right now sound like white noise to you, your eyes focused on the taut muscle of his bicep and the colored masks peeking from under his short sleeve. They seem to be dancing in your eyes, the blacks mingling with the colors contrasting the milky white of his skin tone, painting a beautiful picture with a story only he can tell.

When you speak next, you sound like you’re in a trance.

“Your tattoos … God, why are you so hot?”

Your boyfriend halts himself mid-sentence, round eyes blinking owlishly at your dazed expression before he follows your line of sight, chuckling when he realizes how focused you are on the tattoos on his arm. “Still loving the inks?”

You let out an affirmative hum, fingers slowly tracing the red tiger lily flower on his forearm. “You know … you never told me what your tattoos mean.”

“Really?” He lets go of your shoulder to fix his glasses before going back to his keyboard, fingers hovering over the keys and ready to type again. “I just assumed you already know some of them.”

“Well, just ones you got super early,” you say, grabbing his right arm to turn it around, searching for the tattoo you’re talking about. “Like this flower, and the Chinese saying on your elbow. And here … didn’t you use to have three stripes over here?”

“I did,” Jeongguk confirms, softly pulling his arm from your grasp to take your hand in his to offer a bargain and plead if he has to. “I’ll explain one by one, but you have to promise to let me do my assignment. It really is due tonight at eleven fifty nine, and I’m only about three-quarters done. Please, babe?”

You pout. “It’s not like I’m not letting you work on purpose …” The look Jeongguk gives you is enough to make you relent. “Okay, fine, I’ll just sit here and trace your tattoos while you explain and work on your codes.”

“Good girl.”

You refuse to admit those two words have such an effect on you that you have to hold down a shiver like Jeongguk did earlier. Instead, you move your fingers to trace your boyfriend’s skin once again, finally settling on the cover-up of the three stripes tattoo he used to have near his wrist.

“Okay, this one. Why a snake?”

Jeongguk stops typing for a second to glance at the tattoo even though he only has one involving a snake. “Oh, we start heavy,” he chuckles. “Uh … how do I say this? You know that snakes shed skin, right? They do that to give way for a new one, for me that symbolizes growth. So this snake is to say that I want to keep growing … to be a better person every day.”

“That’s very … deep of you,” you say, entranced. “What about this treble clef? Always wondered about this one, honestly, does it have to do with the fact that you used to sing in junior high?”

Your fingers brush against the musical note next to the snake, one that you remember being there since the start and didn’t undergo a cover-up.

The smile Jeongguk slips out is wistful, the way his thumb joins yours in caressing the tattoo tells you that this ink is one of the important ones for him.

“Do you see it connected to a chain?” His finger trails said chain, until it reaches a mic and further back to a clock he has near his elbow. “And it connects to a mic, then a clock with the time of my birth. It was three twenty-three, or three twenty-six? Yeah, around that time …” He continues stroking the numbers on the clock. “And you’re right. I’ve always wanted to be a singer ever since I was little, a fact I’m sure you know from all those years listening to me sing growing up.”

You do remember the times when he would sing all day, on the way to school, in between classes, on school functions, on the way home. There was never silence in your friendship, either filled by his wonderful voice or by the sound of you two bickering. You thought it was just a phase, because as soon as you stepped into high school, he closed the mic and started his rainbow-colored-tshirt phase. It never occured to you that it was a buried dream he kept alive by blowing on the dying embers.

“Why didn’t you pursue it?” Your whisper rings loud in the quiet room.

“Singing?” He shakes his head. “Too many obstacles, not enough resources. Wasn’t worth my whole life to pursue something too unclear.” His fingers brush the clock tattoo all the way to the treble clef. “This is just a tribute to my childhood, a reminder that once upon a time, there was Little Jeongguk who dreamed to sing. A reminder to keep that dream alive, even by mere inks on my arm. Who knows, maybe one day you could see me on TV, singing those crappy pop song with my melodious voice, charming everyone in town.”

Jeongguk grins, and that’s enough to tell you that he has made his peace with the situation. He taps the tattoo twice, motioning for you to continue tracing over them for new meanings and new stories.

Your finger points to the tiger lily next to the treble clef, one of your favorite tattoos of his. It’s drawn in a way that it covers three words behind it: Please love me, in bold capital letters. You wonder if the two has any connection or if it was just placed like that for creative purposes.

“It’s my birth flower,” Jeongguk starts. “Tiger lily as a birth flower symbolizes confidence, pride. I want to always be confident even in places I wouldn’t normally be, so this tattoo is just to remind me of that.” His thumb rubs over the red-orange flower fondly. “Plus, it’s pretty, don’t you think?”

“It is,” you agree, liking the ink even more after knowing the meaning behind the beautiful shape and color. You realize he missed the explanation for the three words behind the tiger lily, so you inquire with a swipe of your thumb over the black letters. “Does this have to do with the flower in any way?”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve read some people said that tiger lily also means ‘I dare you to love me’ or ‘Please love me’, so I put the two together like that,” he explains, a playful lilt suddenly present in the tone of his next words. “Kind of a nudge at you too, though, when we were going away for college and you still saw me as the scrawny kid who you’ve gone through childhood with.”

You groan. “Will you stop?? I didn’t know!”

“Well, to be fair, neither did I until too late into the college years where I couldn’t see you whenever I wanted like I had used to, so. There’s that.”

“So you just realized that you liked me after being away from me for, what, two years?”

“Yep.”

“Very late realization, indeed,” you muse. “So, tattoo tour, over?”

“You haven’t even gotten to my upper arm yet.” Jeongguk rubs over his bulging bicep all the way to his shoulder, sliding the short sleeve of his t-shirt upwards for you to get a clear view of his shoulder tattoo. “Oh, and my shoulder too.”

“Well, I’d love to, but you’ve gotten preoccupied with explaining your tattoos to me that you haven’t touched your codes for the past fifteen minutes.” You grimace while looking at the blinking cursor on his screen. “But okay, I’ll bite. What is that on your shoulder? I can’t ever seem to figure it out.”

“Supposed to be a moon,” he says nonchalantly, sliding the sleeve back down to block your view of the fading tattoo. It looks rather gray against his skin compared to the other black or colorful ones, the odd one out among the others. “But it’s kinda ruined now and I need to get it recolored or covered up, which I’m too lazy to do so it just sits there like that for now.”

“Recolored?” An idea pops into your head. “How about I recolor it for you?”

Without waiting for his answer, you proceed to lean over his torso to slide his sleeve back up before promptly sinking your teeth down on the flesh, eliciting a surprised yelp out of him. Soothing the skin with your tongue, you make sure to trace the drawing with that wet muscle of yours slowly, sensually, so he’s reminded of the reason you’re here in the first place.

When you start sucking on the reddened flesh, he lets out a shuddering breath while holding your waist in a vice grip. He doesn’t pull you away, though, so you see it as a green light to continue. Might as well take your chance while you still can.

After several more bites, licks, and sucks, you deem his skin colorful enough to pull away. You brush your thumb over the pretty artwork you’ve just done on your boyfriend, feeling proud of your “recoloring” work. “There, all recolored.”

Jeongguk lets out a huge sigh, resigned to his fate. “You’re really horny, aren’t you?”

“Very.”

“Still wet from earlier?” He lifts one eyebrow, challenging.

“Always wet for you, baby.”

“Fuck.” Jeongguk takes a glance at the clock before pulling his glasses off his nose. “We got ten minutes.” He leans forward to connect his lips to yours, this time not hesitating to use his tongue and teeth. His right hand slips underneath the band of your sweatpants, past your underwear to swipe at your clit before teasing a dip at your entrance, making you moan.

“Huh, was about to ask if ten minutes is enough,” he says before biting your bottom lip. “If you’re this wet we’re gonna finish in five.”

“Fuck, I don’t care how long, just stop teasing and make me cum already.”

“So demanding. Watch that mouth when I give you two back to back.”

“Was hoping you’d give me more—oh.”

It’s gonna be a really packed ten minutes.

a/n: jk's tattoo tour felt like a fever dream—but maybe that's just because i dreamed of him doing the exact same thing around 3 years ago.. anyway. really thankful that he decided to share such a personal part of his life to us :') any feedbacks (and maybe ideas for the next shenanigans this couple could pull off) are welcome in my askbox or here! thank you for reading :D

in the sheets | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college!au, boxer!jk

— word count: 1.1k

— warnings: short-haired, chubby-cheeked, sleepy jk, they're crude ahahah, a bit teasing on jk's end because what is jk without teases (non sexual), basically nothing big it's just jk and oc being fluffy in the morning.

— summary: a sleepy jeongguk in the morning is very soft and whiny, a stark contrast to the usual annoying and full-of-tease jeongguk. (either way, you love him all the same.)

— author's note: i just miss boxer!gguk and what better opportunity to bring him back than this sleepy jk live hahaha. hope you enjoy! :)

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There’s a norm to mornings you spend at Jeongguk’s house after dating him, one involving his white blankets, his pillow that sometimes you both struggle to share, and his inked arm draped heavily around your waist. Most mornings see you both fighting to keep sleep away from your eyes and denying the warmth of the blankets to get ready for whatever you got planned that day, but on the mornings you have the luxury to stay a bit longer in bed, Jeongguk always makes the most of your time by pressing his lips to yours in slow kisses, pinning you further against the sheets. Often you find yourself panting under him after said slow kisses escalate into something more, his sweaty body on top of you not faring any better.

This morning, that norm is broken as you’re standing beside Jeongguk’s bed watching him hog the pillow and blankets to himself as he puts his arm around the bunched up blankets instead of your waist. His recently-cut hair sits like a nest on top of his head, stray strands curling into his eyelashes. It frames his face way differently compared to his long hair, letting you see the roundness of his cheek pressing into his pillow. His half-open eyes stare blearily at you, squinting to fight the sunlight peeking from behind his blinds.

“You haven’t slept, have you.” It’s not even a question anymore. “Your mom told me you were having a karaoke session and just stopped like thirty minutes ago.”

“I couldn’t sleeeep,” Jeongguk moans, pressing his face into the pillow. “Got tired after boxing, then I slept, woke up at two. Couldn’t fall back asleep so I just picked up the mic.” His voice is mufled by the pillow but somehow you understand him through experience and willpower. Drunk Jeongguk is way worse than sleepy Jeongguk. “What are you doing here at seven anyway?”

You climb into his bed to sit next to his lying down form, leaning against the headboard. “Mom kicked me out,” you sigh.

The way Jeongguk sits up quickly sends you into a fit of giggles, his alarmed eyes jumping around the features on your face in panic worsening it. “Kidding, kidding. Annoying Aunt is coming so mom sends me here to avoid her.” A big yawn interrupts your sentence. “Plus, your mom asked me to check on you and your karaoke-ing ass.”

“I told you I couldn’t sleep,” Jeongguk mumbles around a yawn as well, slumping back into the mattress upon knowing your mom isn’t evil. “Judging from your yawn, you couldn’t either?”

“No, I slept.” Another yawn. “At four.”

Jeongguk snorts. “Yeah, that’s hardly sleeping.” He lifts the blanket without even opening his eyes. “C’mere. Sleep with me.”

The silence you responds him with is obvious, which makes him chuckle while dropping the blanket back down. “Just sleep, babe, I don’t have the energy to fuck you right now.” He purses his lips in thought. “Although, if you want to fuck me, that can be arranged..”

“Jeon Jeongguk.” You swat at his shoulder weakly, having little to no energy either today to scold him your usual way. “Don’t tempt me. Having your dick hard while being sleepy is worse than being blue-balled.”

“Hm.. speaking from experience, are we?” Your boyfriend lets out a small grin. “You’re hot but I don’t think I can even get it up if I want to. I’m really beat.”

“Then you should’ve gone to sleep instead of singing your ass off at the crack of dawn,” you say without any real bite, fingers combing through his hair slowly. Jeongguk lets out a sigh, seemingly enjoying your touch on his scalp.

“Yeah, yeah. Now will you let me cuddle you or not?” he whines, taking your hand away from his hair to press his lips softly on your fingers. Sleepy Jeongguk is one soft and mushy Jeongguk indeed. “Cold without you here.”

“Tempting, but pass,” you say, letting him wedge your hand between his lips and pillow. It lets your fingers graze the smallest of his cheek and you poke it playfully with what tiny room you have to move your fingers. “I promised your mom I’ll eat her pancakes with her.”

Your poking results in an exaggerated pout of your boyfriend’s lips, which lets out the most petulant sound you’ve ever heard come out of this man. “So you choose mom over me.”

He’s petulant, but his puckered lips are cute and tempting all the same, so you don’t resist the urge to lean down and give him a kiss right on his pillowy lips. “Pancakes,” you say after, slowly pulling your hand from his grasp. “Later, Jeon. Go to sleep, I’ll come back after eating.”

Jeongguk lets out a sound between a whine and a hum from deep inside his chest, nuzzling his pillow and letting his hair get even messier on top of his head. This time, you have to fight yourself from reaching out to run your hand through his hair again, to slip the stray strands behind his ear. Instead, you slip off his bed to finally go downstairs to Mrs. Jeon and her awaiting pancakes, but you find yourself stay rooted in place watching the steady rise and fall of Jeongguk’s chest as he slowly slips into slumber.

It’s not every day that you have the opportunity to map his face with your eyes like this—because most of the time he’d wake up earlier than you—so you take your time tracing over his features, from the way his bangs are covering his eyebrows, the ends of it touching his eyelashes, to his big nose that sometimes get red around the bridge from his glasses, to his very round and pinchable cheek, made more prominent by his shorter hair. Your eyes land on the pair of his lips last, now no longer pulled into a pout as soft breaths come out of it. The pair of lips with the piercing that started it all, the thing that got you addicted to having your lips against his, the tiny piece of jewelry that stays cold even when his lips are warm after working out.

Jeon Jeongguk is beautiful.

Your eyes are still stuck on the metal ring when the plush flesh around it spreads into a grin. “You’re staring, aren’t you?”

Caught red-handed, and he doesn’t even need to open his eyes.

“Shut up.” But still, his grin is contagious as you find one creeping onto your face as well. You shake your head to yourself, unable to believe just how much you love this guy. “Go to sleep, Jeon.”

“Mhm. Love you, babe,” he mumbles, then adds: “enjoy the pancakes.”

A chuckle bubbles up from your chest, finally getting your hand on the door to step out.

“Love you too. Sleep tight, baby.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this little drabble of sleepy jeongguk~ any feedback here would be very appreciated :) thank you for reading!

crooked frames | kth

— pairing: photography student!tae x reader

— genre: fluff | college au

— word count: 0.3k

— warnings: nothing! just tae and oc being sweet together.

— summary: crooked frames, blurry backgrounds, messy lights—taehyung loves you through them all.

— author's note: a love (and all of its complications) drabble.

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The weight of the camera in your hands is unfamiliar, the black object more of your boyfriend’s expertise than yours. The strap around your neck ensures its safety as you tilt the camera to look at its viewfinder. Taehyung’s face fills your vision, the finger you have on the shutter pressing down slowly to capture it as a click is heard.

“See? Not so hard, is it?” Your boyfriend grins, covering your hands around the camera in his to look at the picture you just took. “Now you just do that as you follow me around town.”

You frown. “Take pictures of you while walking?” There’s an unsure lilt in your voice. “What if I tripped? Stumble on thin air? Then I fall and break your camera? No, no, I can’t do that, Taehyung.”

“You won’t, Love.” The nickname sounds calming coming from his lips. “Now let’s go!”

You’re not sure why Taehyung asks you to be the person behind the camera for this project, as most of the pictures you take only consists of his back with the bustling city around both of you serving as the background. Your angles are awkward and the composition of the picture is all over the place, you feel bad that Taehyung has to sort through this when you go back home later.

He stops walking abruptly and turns to look at you, and you almost drop the camera in shock. A click is heard from the shutter, and you’re sure the result would be a blurry mess of lights, your boyfriend’s face distorted into some weird shape.

“You okay?” Taehyung chuckles, stabilizing the camera in your hands. You nod distractedly while looking at the most recent picture, a crooked frame focused on Taehyung’s figure while the background blurs around him.

“Hey, that’s a nice shot.” Taehyung’s face is giddy as he examines the picture. “You’re good at this, Love.”

“It’s crooked, Tae.”

“No one said photos can’t be crooked.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “I like it.”

Taehyung continues scrolling through the pictures for a few seconds before patting the top of your head affectionately. “My personal lovely photographer.”

And as he gives you that boxy smile of his, you think you and your crooked pictures are fine. Taehyung likes them, and he loves you. That’s all that matters.

— a/n: thanks for reading! tell me your thoughts here :)

oh, the joy of having jeon jeongguk as a boyfriend | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, slight smut | college!au, boxer!jk

— word count: 0.8k

— warnings: sleeveless jk, suggestive themes, usual boxer!jk and his gf shenanigans hahaha

— summary: you just want one bite.

— author's note: pls tell me im not the only one heavily affected by his vogue photoshoots D:

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“Just one, please?”

You’ve been at this for the past fifteen minutes. The first five you spent leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth on your cheek from the skin-on-skin contact. He was still unaware of your intentions, thinking it was just a silent gesture to initiate physical touch. He’d put his arm around you then, squeezing you further into his side.

The second five minutes you spent tracing his tattoos with the tips of your fingers. You paid special attention to your favorites—the tiger lily, the Winners Never Quit wording, and the recently-discovered moon on his shoulder (which you recolored with your own mouth some weeks ago)—and gripped his arm a bit tighter when you got to his bicep. The black tank top he’s wearing gives you too much of an easy access that you didn’t realize when you start squeezing your boyfriend’s bicep repeatedly like it’s your own personal stress ball.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

Jeongguk’s question triggered your next course of action, which you have been doing for the last one-third portion of the aforementioned fifteen minutes.

“Can I bite your arm?” was your opening line. When he blinks blankly, you continue with a paraphrased question, though it doesn’t really cease Jeongguk’s confusion: “Just one bite, please?”

“Why would you wanna bite my arm?” The puzzled look on Jeongguk’s face deepens, his thick eyebrows furrowing and scrunching up his face. A sliver of recognition flashes across his eyes as he squints at you in suspicion. “Are you horny again?”

“No, no.” You’re quick to deny. “It’s just—“ You give the bicep in your grasp yet another squeeze, watching, fascinated, as the skin bounces firmly in your hand. “—so … big, so sexy, so … delicious.” There’s a giant drooling emoji in your head right now and Jeongguk can only stare in part amusement and part confusion at his entranced girlfriend.

“Please, one bite?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes jump from your pleading eyes to your pouting lips, a tiny smile playing at the edge of his lips. The double piercing on the right side of his bottom lip taunts you, almost making you swerve to a whole new part of Jeongguk’s body to have between your lips and teeth. Oh, the joy of having a hot boyfriend.

“Okay.”

“Okay??”

“Okay, you can have one bite of my arm.”

You have your mouth on his arm not even a second after Jeongguk finishes his sentence. Sinking your teeth into the flesh, you’re careful to apply only a little pressure at the beginning before gradually adding more until you see Jeongguk grimacing from the corner of your eye. It’s his fault, though, for only giving you one bite of this big, sexy, and delicious inked arm. You’re just making the best use of the opportunity you were given.

In the seconds you spend attached to his arm, you think, why stop here? You could be doing so much more to this arm than just giving it a bite mark. So, with that in mind, you start to suck. The hiss Jeongguk lets out in surprise flashes something hot in your belly that you promptly ignore to continue your assault on his arm.

“I guess it’s kinda my fault, huh?” Jeongguk hums, his free hand tucking your hair behind your ear. The gesture seems sweet, innocent even, but the way he grips your nape after is anything but. “Always flaunting my tattoos, flexing my arms … even giving you surprise kisses. I wanted your attention and got more than what I asked for.” You pretend not to be affected by his words, now licking at the angry-red skin beneath the black ink. Jeongguk doesn’t need to know how much this is turning you on.

“I didn’t say anything about giving me a hickey, though.”

Jeongguk’s grip has moved from your nape to your hair, where he gives a slight tug to pull you away from his arm. When you look up, your blurry vision is met with Jeongguk’s piercing stare, making excitement course through your veins. You didn’t plan for any of this to happen—you just wanted to bite his arm, really—but if Jeongguk wants to teach you a lesson for what you did to him, you’d happily be a good student and accept whatever he decides to give you.

“Exactly,” you challenge him, grinning. “You didn’t say anything about it, therefore, there’s no reason for me not to give you a hickey.”

“Huh.” He squints his eyes. “You said you weren’t horny, didn’t you?” Your heart drops to your stomach as he leans forward to start tracing your neck with his nose, planting a tiny kiss on it. “So it won’t be a problem if I don’t let you cum while I use you to make myself cum, right?” The sickeningly-sweet smile on his lips contradicts the lewdness of his words. “You’re not horny so you don’t need to cum, am I right?”

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Oh, the joy of having Jeon Jeongguk as a boyfriend.

— a/n: thank you for reading! feedbacks here would be very much appreciated :D

the love upon your eyes | jjk

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college au

— word count: 0.9k

— warnings: soft jk, llike very soft, shirtless jk, that's it haha

— summary: when your mind is cloudy with sleep, jeongguk takes the opportunity to gaze at you, lovingly.

— author's note: broo did you all see how cool jeongguk was in golden live on stage... our best friend for real... also the gcf in budapest is really boxer!gguk coded hhh i got whiplash watching it. anyways. hope you enjoy this little bit of something from boxer!gguk !!! (ps. this is basically in the sheets but with the roles reversed :> )

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You’ve known Jeongguk for as long as you can remember. His annoying presence seemed to cement itself in your life, not allowing you to have a day without some memories of him. Jeongguk who always sang on the way home from school. Jeongguk who was there when you almost drowned when you were ten. Jeongguk who made fun of your hair in middle school. Jeongguk who had a colorful t-shirt phase in high school. Jeongguk who moved to another city for university.

It felt weird when he left, not having someone follow you around just to pester you, but eventually, it felt peaceful. You’re able to make new friends, study properly, and enjoy your time as a new university student. Jeongguk still texted you occasionally, giving you updates of his life and bantering with you whenever he wanted (when you protested, he said he’d only done that because he was bored. You’d given him the middle finger emoji which he laughed off.)

Jeongguk’s been annoying all of his life, so when he showed up at your doorstep two years after the last time you saw him, you expected nothing less. He truly didn’t change, still the same Jeongguk who brushed off your shocked concerns and responded with teasing remarks instead. So much teasing, so much tempting, until you lost it and kissed him right on his pierced lips.

All of that tells you that Jeongguk will always be annoying. Endearing, but annoying. Loving, but annoying.

So imagine how you feel when one morning, your whole world tilts on its axis when you open your eyes to Jeongguk gazing at you, lovingly. Most of his body is covered in his white blankets, only his shoulders and arms are visible, one of which is covering the bottom part of his face. You can only see his nose and eyes, again obstructed by the unruly strands of his hair, but those eyes tell everything. They tell you that Jeon Jeongguk is looking at you with all the love he has stored in his heart, without even a pinch of the annoying twinkle he usually has hidden somewhere in the flecks of his orbs.

Jeongguk lets out a chuckle through his nose when you groan.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he says, words muffled by his arm still covering his mouth. “Did you sleep well?”

Your barely-open eyes narrow into slits, blurring his form in your vision into a mush of white, black, and skin color. Despite that, you know the sound he just let out is another chuckle through the nose, now even more endeared. “Who are you, and what have you done to my Jeongguk?”

It sounds sassy in your head, your usual tone when talking to your boyfriend, but you don’t know that it only sounds like a jumbled mess in Jeongguk’s ears. Your whole body is still heavy with sleep, the tiny functioning part of your brain only recognizing the love in Jeongguk’s eyes that is so peculiar until your brain fails to aid to your ability to speak clearly. You don’t have to worry, though, because the tiny laugh that rumbles through Jeongguk’s chest tells you that he understood your words perfectly.

“Why so cranky, babe?” Jeongguk reaches out a tattooed hand to pinch lightly at your cheek. “Was last night not enough?”

You’re in the middle of turning around, intending to ignore Jeongguk’s soft stare and confront it later when you’re more awake, but his question makes you pause. Focusing your crusty eyes on him, you just realize that he’s not wearing any shirt, his arms and shoulders bare for you to see. Oh, he must have been looking at you with so much love pouring out of his eyes for you to miss the tattooed bulging biceps on display. This is bad.

Okay, back to his question. Last night, he said?

Your hands automatically pat down your body, which, thankfully, is covered by a t-shirt. You even still have your pajama shorts on. What does he mean by last night?

Apparently you voiced that aloud, with confusion written all over your sleepy face.

“Alright, alright, we didn’t go all the way last night,” Jeongguk laughs—he’s really cheerful considering the time of day, you notice—while coaxing the crease between your eyebrows away with his fingers. “Made out for a while on the bed, but you kinda slipped away from the kiss in the middle of it. I guess you were too tired, so I let you sleep instead.”

You didn’t remember anything from last night. Maybe he’s right, exhaustion took over your entire body that your brain just didn’t store any memories for a few hours. So, you ask the one sensible thing your brain could conjure up right now: “Did I leave you with a hard-on?”

Your eyes are nearly closed again, so you don’t see the amused expression Jeongguk has on his face. “If I tell you yes, would you apologize for it?”

“Mhm, sorry,” you mumble non-commitally.

There’s a few seconds pause. Then, “That’s it? No snarky remarks about how you don’t have to apologize for my bodily function?” Jeongguk asks, still amused by your lack of bite.

“Mhm,” you hum again. “Wanna go back to sleep…” You’re interrupted by a big yawn, “if argument, no sleep…”

Jeongguk has to bite his lip to prevent himself from breaking into a huge grin as he reaches for you, tugging your form closer to his so you can place your head on his chest. He envelops you in his arms, completely engulfing your frame with his big build. You drape your arm lazily on his waist, let him tangle his legs with yours. Jeongguk then drops a kiss on your head, one you barely register because your brain starts succumbing back to sleep.

“Sleep tight, sleepyhead,” he whispers before smiling to himself. 

“I’ll still love you even if you gave me blue balls in the middle of the night.”

a/n: thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed this little ball of fluff hehe. help me improve by giving me feedback in my askbox or here! :D

wednesday night(s) | jjk

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff? | college au

— word count: 2.9k

— warnings: laundromat!jk (!!!), stalkerish behaviour (not jk or oc), dubious-consensual kissing (but they talk about it after), jk is a sweetheart and oc is just a blabbering mess

— summary: on a wednesday night seven weeks ago, you met someone in the laundry room. this wednesday night, you meet him again.

— author's note: i suck at summaries,, the story is better i promise (i hope,,, T_T) anyways. i had this in the draft like a few weeks after seven mv was released and then got stuck, revisited it months later then finished it like this. hah. i hope laundromat!jk with his grey hoodie and curly hair is enough to keep this enjoyable :]

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The dim lighting of the shared laundry room in your apartment building greets you as you step inside with your laundry basket in hand. It’s devoid of other people when you look around, the whirring of the washers and dryers the only sound competing with the silence of the night. You exhale a breath of relief, quickly making a beeline for the nearest empty washer to load your dirty clothes that’s piled up for a week.

Being a college student doesn’t give you many options for your living arrangement, only being able to settle on a one-bedroom apartment with a communal laundry room. In the first months of moving into the apartment, your schedule only allowed you to do your laundry on the weekends, which was apparently the same case for most patrons of the building. The laundry room was always full of people and you had to secure a washer by waiting for someone else to finish, wasting precious hours away from your supposedly free weekend. That, and your social battery was always drained from all the loud conversations among roommates and friends alike when they were also waiting for a washer to free up. You couldn’t stand having your energy gone even before Monday said hello, so you tried to clear your schedule to avoid doing laundry on the weekend.

Wednesday nights are scheduled for laundry now, after a day of two classes at campus and one shift at the coffee shop five bus stops away from where you live. Usually you’d be tired after the long day, but the laundry room is mostly quiet in the middle of the week, so you use the time to decompress while preparing yourself for your 10 am shift at the coffee shop Thursday morning. The burn in your arms after folding your shirts and pants for nearly twenty minutes helps you tune out your surroundings, which normally consists of the occasional one or two other patrons coming in and the whirr and beep of machines.

“You showed up late tonight.”

Ah, that’s something you forget to mention. Or rather, someone.

Your heart jumps in your chest, beats stuttering a bit faster not because you’re flustered in his presence, but because he just popped out of nowhere. Wasn’t the room empty when you scanned it upon your entry?

Maybe you were too busy trying to declutter your mind from the day’s events that you didn’t hear him loading his own laundry into the washer. Didn’t hear the beep when his washer started, didn’t hear him calling you upon noticing your presence, didn’t hear him walk closer, and certainly didn’t hear when he sat on top of the washer right next to the one you’re using. Or maybe you did hear something, but didn’t care enough to find out who it was.

“Did you go on a date?” He gestures to the black tanktop you have on underneath your denim jacket. Probably referring to your face too, which is still caked with make up because you haven’t had time to clean it off yet. You spare him a glance with a downturn of your lips, by now a standard response to whatever he says, really.

You met him for the first time around seven weeks ago, when he accidentally knocked you over with his gigantic laundry basket. He had apologized profusely with that big, round peepers of his and you had brushed him off with a polite smile, hoping he’d just drop it and leave you alone like any normal person would. He had been silent for the rest of his laundry cycle, but you could feel the way his eyes never left your figure for the remainder of the night.

A week after that, you found him using the exact same washer as last week and tried to avoid the one next to his, planning to load your laundry quietly and duck out of there before he had the chance to realize that you were in the vicinity. The plan was … partly successful as you managed to get out of the laundry room to wait out the washing cycle in your room, but not before he appeared beside you when you were putting in fabric softener into the washer. He had waited until your washer started running to once again voice out an apology for the laundry basket incident, something you told him to chill out about. He was just about to tell you his name when you mumbled out an excuse to flee, leaving him gaping in the middle of the laundry room. You did not want to know his name.

You found out anyway on your next Wednesday shift at the coffee shop, when you were munching on a chocolate muffin in the break room with one of your coworker, Mingyu. He had been showing you his Instagram account, scrolling through the photos when you recognized the Laundry Guy in one of them. “You know him?” Mingyu had inquired upon noticing your thumb had paused scrolling. A recount of what happened two weeks ago involving a certain doe-eyed boy and his enormous laundry basket was told, pulling out an amused laugh from your coworker. “His name is Jeongguk,” Mingyu kindly informed you (even though you didn’t ask.) “He’s in a few of my classes. Likes doing laundry. One time I went to his apartment to hang out and he did laundry in the middle of the night.”

Maybe you would’ve liked this Jeongguk guy if he kept doing his laundry in the middle of the night, out of your sight.

“Hey, Star, someone is looking for you.” The sound of Jeongguk’s voice pulls you back to the present.

Star. The nickname he started calling you by when he saw you loading your blanket—which is dark blue in color and has yellow stars all over it—into the washer one time. You’ve never really responded to it, but he sticks by the nickname like he’s been calling you that since you both were five. You let him have it then, seeing it as a win-win because it keeps him from knowing your name but still lets you know whenever he’s around and talking to you.

But beyond the nickname, the words after that caught your attention. Jeongguk’s nudge on your arm is barely noticeable, but the way his eyes are fixated on the doorway makes you follow his line of sight. There, just outside the laundry room, stood the person you want to see the least right now. Not after the shitty presentation you gave in class this morning (that in turn, got you scolded by your professor), not after you did terrible on your quiz on the second class, and not after you got an earful from your manager at the cafe for not handling a customer complaint professionally. Oh, and certainly, not in front of Jeongguk.

The person outside the laundry room yells your name. “Fancy meeting you here!” he continues, the cheery tone grating your ears. Fuck, how did he know where you live?

Hyun is—was—just a regular customer of the coffee shop you work at. You always see him on your shift, and in turn, have memorized his name and order because he always orders the exact same, simple thing: a medium caramel macchiato with two extra shots. Heck, it’s simple enough that even Mingyu has it drilled into his brain as well. There are multiple occasions where either you or Mingyu had already had Hyun’s order keyed in when he’s just approaching the cashier. Efficient work time, and all.

Unfortunately, this act of memorization is seen as flirting by the guy. He’s started smiling more at you, giving you cheeky winks, even sliding you his phone number on the napkin by the pick-up counter. You’ve tried to reject him politely, but Hyun is so dense that he interpreted your polite rejection as you playing hard to get and thus has been trying even harder to get you to date him. This makes you furious but Mingyu thinks it’s hilarious.

Wait. Mingyu…

He could be the one who told Hyun where you live. That motherfucker.

In the midst of your misery, you miss the way Jeongguk’s eyes light up at finally getting to know your name after seven weeks. Completely miss the way his eyes fill with mirth and his cherub cheeks lifting up in the beginning of a teasing smile, which dims as soon as he sees you bury your head in hands.

“Can we get out of here?” you grit through your teeth. You don’t even know when I turned to we, and with Jeongguk, of all people. You could’ve just bolted out of there, wait out your laundry cycle in your room like usual and pretend you don’t notice Jeongguk’s disappointed gaze that follows. Could’ve left him to deal with Hyun who’s inching closer towards you and have fun imagining him fumble trying to explain nonexistent shit to Hyun.

But that route could end up very badly if Hyun decided to abandon Jeongguk and follow you up to your room instead. It’s scary enough that he knows precisely what building you live in—you don’t need him knowing the exact room number. Hence, using Jeongguk as a shield at this moment feels like a safe choice.

“Heyyy,” Hyun’s voice reaches your ears again, prompting you to glance up, seeing him just a few steps away from you. In a desperate attempt, you grip the material of Jeongguk’s grey hoodie, whisper I’m so sorry before pulling him down to kiss him right on the mouth.

It’s awkward. You can feel how shocked Jeongguk is by the way his lips are still, frozen like a statue for the first few seconds of your kiss. Can’t blame him, though, after his numerous attempts of camaraderie were only responded with a cold shoulder by you. Heck, if you were in his position, you’d slap yourself across the face for pulling this crazy stunt. But Jeongguk is not you, so instead of that, he relaxes his lips before lightly gripping your jaw to angle your head better so he can kiss you properly.

And kiss properly you do, until all you can hear is only the smacking of your lips and the few soft sighs Jeongguk slips in between. He kisses you slowly, sucks on your bottom lip softly like it’s his favorite gummy candy and he wants to savor the taste. He must’ve had a lot of practice to be kissing someone this good.

“Really?” Hyun’s voice sounds far away in your head. “You think I would fall for that?”

When neither of you responds, still busy sucking each other’s lips, Hyun continues. “Please,” he says sarcastically. “Anyone could see that this is all fake.”

You feel Jeongguk pulling away from the kiss, his lips just a breath away from yours. You keep your eyes closed, your breath held, in fear that you’d melt into a puddle right then and there if you see Jeongguk’s face this close. When he speaks, the faint brush of his lips against yours makes you shiver.

“What makes you think this is fake?” he says. There’s a quirk on the corner of his lips when he kisses you again. “Never seen people kissing before? Or are you just trying to convince yourself that this is fake?”

Jeongguk’s hands move from your face to hold your waist, where he squeezes lightly before once again capturing your lips in his. You let out a muffled yelp when his hands slide lower to hoist you up onto a washing machine. The kissing resumes, more smacking sound is heard, and Hyun’s presence gets pushed to the back of your mind. All you can think about is Jeongguk’s lips, how warm and plush they are, and how they are pulling away from you again.

The tiny whine you let out gets lost in Jeongguk’s grunt, still addressing Hyun: “Scram, bro.” When that gets no response, he adds for good measure: “Shoo.”

You hear Hyun click his tongue in annoyance and the stomps he makes while walking away after, but find yourself unable to focus on either as Jeongguk goes back to sucking your bottom lip. The reason why you’re doing this definitely gets forgotten as you let yourself be carried away in Jeongguk’s kisses.

When someone tears open the door of the washing machine next to you loudly, you tear yourself apart from Jeongguk. He’s panting lightly, cheeks flushed and lips kiss-swollen. He’s also smiling at you, pointedly ignoring the dirty look thrown by the only other person in the laundry room other than you two. You grimace at the person, bowing slightly as a pathetic attempt at an apology.

Then you face Jeongguk again. Who’s still flushed. Whose lips still glisten red. Who’s still smiling at you, this time with mirth in his eyes. You fumble.

“Uh, about earlier—“

“Do you want to get off the washing machine first?”

Uh, what?

Right, you’re still sitting on top of the washing machine. Hoisted up by Jeongguk’s hands. On your thighs. Then kissing, licking, sucking—

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” You clear your throat, bracing your hands on the machine but Jeongguk beats you to it by once again taking hold of your waist to help you step down. Unfortunately, that means your legs haven’t caught up with your brain yet so they buckle like a pair of useless jelly underneath you. Again, Jeongguk steadies you with his firm hold, still with upturned lips.

“Woah, there. You okay?” He giggles—giggles!—eyes scrunching up into crescents. His hands never leave your waist even after you’re standing solid on your own two feet.

“Yeah, um, thanks.” You try to look at anything but him. “Listen, Jeongguk. I—“

“Wait, how do you know my name?” Jeongguk tilts his head, the unruly strands atop his head making him look like a puppy. “I never told you, did I?”

“Oh, Mingyu told me—“

“You know Mingyu?”

You lift your hands to place them on his shoulders firmly. “Let me finish first?”

Jeongguk smiles sheepishly, but nods to let you continue.

“Okay, um. I’m really sorry about earlier … the drama with Hyun and the— kissing…. I just couldn’t think and didn’t know what else to do. I’m really, very sorry.” You let your head drop, the weight of kissing a stranger starting to get to you.

Jeongguk is quiet. You’re conjuring up another speech of apology with some backstory to help you justify yourself, just in case he decides that your first apology isn’t enough.

“It’s okay.” Huh? “I liked kissing you, anyway.”

You choke on air. “Wh—at?”

“I liked kissing you.” Jeongguk smiles again, that same mirth still in his eyes. “You know, Star, for someone so confident in pulling me down for a kiss, you sure are stuttering a lot right now.” His smile turns into a teasing one. “Did you like kissing me too?”

The person next to you slams the washing machine door closed. “Get a room, people,” she hisses before walking out of the laundry room.

“Nice advice.” Jeongguk gestures to the retreating girl. “Should we, Star?”

Your eyes are round in shock, mortified at Jeongguk’s suggestion. Though, you suppose it’s karma for kissing a stranger only for your convenience. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, type of shit.

When you’re still frozen after five seconds, Jeongguk lets out a laugh. “I’m kidding, kidding! Oh, God, you look so scared. Seriously, though, it’s totally okay. You have nothing to be worried about.”

Despite the huge sigh you heave, you’re still not convinced. “Are you sure? I completely understand if you’re mad, though.”

“I’m gonna be mad if you keep apologizing,” Jeongguk says. “Or, if you feel that bad about it … you could pay me back with a date.”

This time, his smile is hopeful. “A date, where you could tell me your real name, how you know Mingyu, and the story about whoever the hell that was that interrupted our kiss.” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow teasingly. “Then, we could end it the way we started today … with a kiss. If you want?”

“Oh, well, if it’s to pay you back for the kiss, sure…” you trail off, feeling weird about how the situation has come to. “Damn, when you ask for my consent like that it makes me feel worse for not doing the same to kiss you earlier.” You physically face-palm.

“Since you feel so bad about that, do you want to ask for my consent now?” Jeongguk looks at you with his big, round eyes, appearing innocent like a child. You wonder if this is the same boy you just kissed some minutes ago.

“How, like, ‘Hey, Jeongguk, someone I don’t like just walked in, can I kiss you?’” you say, half giggling.

“Sounds like a mouthful, maybe just the last four words?” Jeongguk licks his lips.

You tilt your head in amazement, your lips curving up into a small smile. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes you can, Star,” comes Jeongguk’s reply, his hands going back to your jaw. He gives you a wink before dipping down.

“Yes, you can,” he whispers before kissing you once again.

Maybe now you’ll look forward to your weekly laundry schedule—after a day of two classes at campus and one shift at the coffee shop five bus stops away from where you live—on Wednesday nights.

Because on Wednesday nights, a certain boy with big, doe eyes and unruly hair does his laundry with his huge laundry basket and calls you Star. This Wednesday night, he kissed you—uh, you kissed him.

Next Wednesday night … you’d just have to wait and see.

a/n: thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed this drabble while we wait for bangtan to come back :')) also you can give me feedback here! :D

trippin' over, gettin' lost on you | jjk (m)

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, smut | college au, slight coffee shop au (?)

— word count: 12.4k

— warnings: pov change after the first part (its kinda obvious.. i hope), sleeveless jk, jealous jk, like really jealous, side character yoongi, cameo jimin and hoseok, they work tgt in a coffee shop, boxer!jk is back to his nature (he's boxing again, at last), cocky jk (but he's hot so its ok), usual banter between jk and oc, also banter between oc and jimin, mentions of cuts and bruises from boxing, references to the movie Real Steel, uhh what else i dont rmb anything else this thing is GIANT for me, smut in the form of: kissing, marking (hickeys), making out, an attempt at dirty talk, dry humping, cumming in pants, hint at unprotected penetrative sex at the end (don't do this!). [pls lmk if i missed smth]

— summary: a visit to the coffee shop you work at rewards jeongguk not only with a cup of coffee and a plate of brownie, but also with something else simmering deep in his veins. a challenge is issued, and all hell breaks loose.

— author's note: okay first of all full disclosure i started this in sept 2022 and just finished it today ^_^ i tried to edit it as best as i could, so if you see any mistakes, pls kindly... ignore... thank you... ^_^ that aside, i also feel the need to disclose that this is only my second time attempting to write smut so pls.. be kind.. hehe. okay! i hope you enjoy this absolute giant baby of mine!!

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

There’s an advantage to knowing someone for years. Jeon Jeongguk can attest to this fact from first-hand experiences he’d had with you throughout the many years you both have known each other. He’s seen you cry after you almost drowned when you were ten and you’ve seen him throw up his breakfast after drinking skimmed milk when he was twelve, where both life-threatening experiences had been deemed not serious by young-you and young-Jeongguk who used both experiences as means to roast each other. (Though growing up, your hands automatically grabbed the whole milk carton when grocery shopping with him and he’s never let you go within a five-meter radius of a swimming pool without his supervision.)

Years of friendship with you has also given him the advantage of being familiar with your likes and dislikes, from trivial ones like how you don’t drink coffee because it upsets your stomach to more serious ones like the type of boys you would date in your teen years. He’s never had a problem with the former, instead using it as another mean to annoy you (“You can’t drink coffee? What are you? A child?”), but the latter had always bugged him for reasons unknown prior to his big epiphany a little over a year ago. (Spoiler alert: it was the first time he came home with piercings on his eyebrow and lower lip, when he tempted you into kissing him stupid.)

Now he’s confident that the type of a boy you’d date would be someone who is handsome, tall, has a great smile and tattooed bulging biceps on the side. Add a lip piercing (and a fake tongue one!) as well and he’s sure you’re never going to look at other boys ever again. If you do, well, he’d just make the piercing on his tongue a permanent one, even though that means he wouldn’t be able to kiss you for weeks after. But as said earlier, he’s confident that you only have eyes for him alone.

With that same confidence, Jeongguk struts through the glass door of the coffee shop you’re working at for the summer, going up to the counter with a grin painted on his features. Said grin goes unnoticed by you, though, as you’re busy taking the order of the person in front of him. His lips stay tilted upwards as he watches you work, writing the customer’s name on the cup with your big, round, cute handwriting. Only when you’re done taking the order and the customer’s cup has been given to your coworker do you notice his presence, eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

“Hi, what can I get you today?” you greet him in your customer-service voice and smile like you do any other customer that has come before him. Jeongguk gives you an amused smile, making you chuckle as you key in his order even before he says it himself. He eyes the small screen in front of him that displays his usual choice of beverage, making a sound to stop you from ringing him up.

“Actually,” he says when you hum in question, “could you add milk to that? Make it a latte?”

“You want a latte?” you emphasize the last word, making sure you didn’t hear him wrong. “Like, with milk and foam on top?”

“Uh-huh,” Jeongguk confirms, leaning his elbows on the counter to stare at you as you change his order from an americano to a latte. “Can I also order you on the side? Look too good not to be devoured,” he adds, a sleazy smirk on his lips.

You scrunch up your face at his innuendo, his words hard to believe when you’re wearing a murky brown apron and a matching cap on your head. “I’m adding a brownie,” you deadpan. “That would be seven dollars.”

“You don’t want anything?” Jeongguk asks as he straightens up, hand reaching for his wallet to take out his credit card. “No coffee though, babe.”

“Nope, I’m good,” you answer as you accept the card Jeongguk hands you, swiping it through the card reader. “Yoongi said I can try the new menu in large for free! I’m saving calories for that so no sugar allowed for now.”

His forehead creases upon hearing the new name. “Yoongi? Who’s Yoongi?”

“Him,” you tilt your head towards a mint-haired guy who’s busy making all the drinks, hands skillfully moving from one cup to another. It’s a wonder how he doesn’t spill even a drop of liquid. “I’ll introduce you later but now you have to move, there’s a line. Shoo.”

Jeongguk gives you a playful pout as a protest but complies with your request to move, sliding down to the pick up counter as you greet the next customer in line. There are two people lined up after him, barely a line like you made it sound like, but he figures because it’s an hour before closing that you consider any amount above one person a line. He also notices that you and the mint guy (Yoongi, was it?) are the only ones manning the counter, so it’s not like you have any spare time to deal with him given the amount of work that has to be done.

“An iced latte and brownie for Jeongguk!” Mint guy shouts as he slides the drink and dessert on the counter, lingering for a second when he sees Jeongguk’s hands reaching for his order. Mint guy’s gaze trails up his arms to his face, eyes meeting Jeongguk’s confused ones. Recognition bleeds into his cat-like eyes as his mouth forms into an O shape.

“Kiddo’s boyfriend?”

The low baritone of his voice is unexpected, though that’s not the only thing throwing Jeongguk for a loop. ‘Kiddo’? He has a nickname for you??

Mint guy—Yoongi!—doesn’t take his lack of response personally, instead opting to turn around and talk to you who have just finished taking orders from the customers. Jeongguk can’t hear what words you and Yoongi are throwing around, but from the way you glance at him, it looks like the mint-haired guy is just trying to confirm the answer to his two-worded question directed at Jeongguk earlier.

Your response to Yoongi’s inquiry makes the guy give you double pats on your cap-covered head, triggering a laugh to come out of both of you. While Yoongi’s laugh looks like he’s teasing you good-naturedly, yours looks like a shy one if the pink dusting your cheeks are any indication. It prompts a scowl to appear on Jeongguk’s handsome visage, furrowed brows and clenched jaw. It is not in your nature to get shy.

As much as he wants to stay rooted to the pick-up counter to keep you and Yoongi in his close watch, he has to move his ass somewhere less crowded to avoid getting eye-fucked by the girl next to him who has been staring at his tattoos for the past five minutes. Prior to dating you, anyone who displays interest in his tattoos would make pride swell in his chest, an ego-booster guaranteed to make his day a thousand times better. He used to subtly flex whenever he caught someone looking at his sleeve tattoos, an equally subtle wink on the side if that someone is a girl he found attractive. But after dating you, he realizes that the only attention he wants (and matters) is yours. Now anyone staring at his tattoos with the intention of flirting or getting in his pants just makes him shiver in disgust.

Though, in this particular instance, Jeongguk admits it’s his own fault by showing up to the coffee shop in a sleeveless shirt. It wasn’t intentional, he just grabbed anything within reach when he packed for the gym earlier in the day, but the way he left his hoodie in the car is definitely intentional. He thought he would give you a distraction surprise by baring his sleeve when you’re working, but you seemed unaffected even when he leaned on the counter to flex his muscles. Which is weird, considering you never missed any chance to ogle his inked bicep whenever he’s boxing.

As Jeongguk plops a small piece of brownie into his mouth, he just realizes that your roles are reversed now, with you doing your thing and him doing the staring. His eyes never leave your figure as you ring up three more customers since he sat down, transferring plastic cups onto Yoongi’s never-ending queue of orders. He watches as you take the last two cups by yourself, re-reading the order before moving to grab the ingredients needed for the drink. Your hands don’t work as fast as Yoongi’s, the muscle memory not yet settling in, but Jeongguk can tell that your help is appreciated by the way the mint guy smiles at you while patting your shoulder.

When the orders are all done, you go up to the glass door to flip the sign so it shows the Sorry, we’re closed! side. A glance at the clock tells him that it is thirty minutes until closing time, meaning thirty minutes until you can get out from behind the cashier and into his waiting arms. He hasn’t seen you all day today and all he wants to do is kiss you breathless the second you get rid of that horrendous apron and cap. Jeongguk starts counting down from the thirty-minute mark, hoping time would tick by faster.

Behind the counter, Yoongi is still busy making one more drink while refusing your offer to help. It’s weird seeing your kindness being offered to someone that isn’t him, but Jeongguk supposes this time it’s strictly work-related as he knows Yoongi has been making all the drinks (except the last two that you did) ever since he sat down with his order. Though, it seems like the drink in his hand is not an order at all, because he gives the plastic cup to you instead of putting it on the counter for a customer to take. There’s an almost childish grin on your face as you sip on the drink, eyes lighting up as you shoot Yoongi a thumbs up. After you exchange some more words with Yoongi, Jeongguk watches as you skip happily to his table with your drink in hand.

You place said drink next to his cup of latte on the table before your hand reaches for his drink to steal a sip. “I just have to clean up and wait for everyone to leave, then we’re good to go.” You steal two more sips of the latte just because you can.

“Okay, babe, but I still want my latte, you can put it down now,” Jeongguk chuckles, watching you do as he says with a guilty smile on your face. But then your hand takes the little spoon that came with the brownie to cut a sizable chunk from his half-eaten treat, quickly plopping it into your mouth. “Finish your brownie so I can take the plate away to wash it.”

“Are you just here to steal all of my food?” Jeongguk jokes, no menace behind his words as he reaches up to thumb away a stray piece of brownie from the corner of your lips. “And you said you didn’t want anything when I offered earlier.”

“I didn’t,” you confirm, “stealing from you is just too hard to resist.”

Jeongguk would’ve continued the banter if not for Yoongi calling your nickname from behind the counter, signalling for you to get back to your job.

“Boss calls,” you say, sneakily stuffing some more brownie into your mouth. “Should get back. Bye!”

“He’s your boss?” Jeongguk asks incredulously, glancing at the mint-haired guy who’s still busy moving around behind the counter. “That young guy is your boss??”

“Yeah, I’ll explain later,” you wave your hand dismissively, turning to leave. “Don’t steal my drink!”

In true Jeongguk fashion, of course he steals a sip from your drink. He does it just to be petty that you won’t explain anything about Yoongi, but he’s also curious what the new menu tastes like. He doesn’t remember seeing any banner for a new menu when he entered the shop earlier, so he’s guessing it hasn’t gone on sale yet.

He scrunches up his face the moment the drink touches his taste buds, tasting the bitterness of coffee among the layers of other flavors. It’s not as strong as the americano he usually has, but he can still feel it linger even after he swallowed the drink. Definitely not the type of drink you’d order on your own, though, so why were you so excited to try this new menu?

Looking around the shop, Jeongguk’s gaze falls on Yoongi. You did say he was your boss, didn’t you? Could it be that this free drink is just a plot to use you as a guinea pig for his experimental weird recipes, knowing that you can’t refuse your boss? Was that why he refused your help earlier? So he could make the drink taste as bizarre as it is right now?

His eyes continue following your and Yoongi’s figures behind the counter, squinting them in distaste whenever he sees you laughing at something the mint-haired guy said. Your smile, your lowered gaze, your shy demeanor, all remind him of a feeling he thought he had buried a long time ago—the same feeling he got whenever you got a boyfriend in your adolescent years. Suddenly, Jeongguk feels fifteen all over again—a clueless doe-eyed boy who donned t-shirts in every color of the rainbow every day of the week and strutted like he owned the school just so you can see that he was cool, only for you to deny him of a Sunday together.

Those years have become a core memory for him that it inspired him to get one of his tattoos: Rather be dead than cool, because he realized the way to your attention was not by being cool, it was by just being himself. (Yes, the ‘him’ who showed up unannounced at your doorstep after two years and ended the day with you on his lap stealing all the breath straight from his lungs.)

Anyways, all of that doesn’t matter because currently, your eyes are not on him but on your mint-haired boss who’s busy grinning while washing some equipment. Why are you both smiling so much around each other? Do you have some kind of inside joke that’s so funny you can’t stop laughing? What is so pleasing about Yoongi’s presence that you keep beaming at him?

Jeongguk chews the straw of your drink in anger, not realizing that he has inhaled almost half of the cup’s content despite claiming that he hates the taste. Sipping on your drink has become an afterthought as he was busy analyzing how wide your smiles are while working with Yoongi and how friendly the shoulder and head pats you give each other are. It’s sickening.

Eventually, everyone else in the coffee shop left and you’re in front of him once again to get rid of the brownie plate from his table, whining when you see the half-empty cup in Jeongguk’s hand even as you’re chewing the rest of his brownie in your mouth. Fair trade, he says as you walk away with the plate and spoon in hand.

Not even five minutes has passed since you left his table, yet Jeongguk feels tired of being patient, taking your and his coffee cups in each hand before coming up to the counter. It seems like Yoongi senses his presence, because he looks up from the calculator app on the tablet in front of him to give Jeongguk a curious glance. Their eyes meet for a split second before Jeongguk moves his gaze past Yoongi’s shoulder to you, who’s still busy wiping down the counter. A knowing smile curves on Yoongi’s lips.

“Hey, Kiddo,” Yoongi turns towards you, the nickname still irritating to Jeongguk’s ears. “I’ll finish closing up, you can go. Great work today.”

“No it’s okay, I can help you mop the floor after I’m finished with the counter.” You don’t even look up as you wave him off, oblivious to Jeongguk’s presence and his increasing impatience in front of your boss. He clears his throat comically loud, making you turn around to see a frown etched on your boyfriend’s face and Yoongi tilting his head towards him with a small, almost teasing smile on his face.

“Oh.” You pull your lips into a thin line. “Okay then. Sorry about him, Yoongi.”

“No worries, Kiddo.”

Yoongi’s nonchalant response is laced with a chuckle, which for some reason, upsets Jeongguk even more than the nickname he keeps calling you by. Is Yoongi not scared of him? Of his tattoos, of his muscles? Is he not intimidating? Can’t he feel the piercing stare Jeongguk keeps giving him ever since he walked into the coffee shop?

“You.” Your stern voice tears his hot gaze away from the mint-haired guy, whose focus is back on the calculator on his tablet to count the sales they made today. “I’ll clock out first then we can go. Please don’t do anything weird in the five minutes that I don’t have my eyes on you.”

Jeongguk follows your figure with his eyes until you disappear into the backroom, leaving him alone with Yoongi. Yoongi, the guy with the mint hair, whose surname he doesn’t even know, who is your boss that strangely have an endearing nickname for you. Things that stream steady questions into his head, about your initial meeting with Yoongi to the extent of your relationship with him. It’s the nickname he can’t seem to shake off of his mind, the way it rolls easily off Yoongi’s tongue, as if he’s been calling you that for years. Has he known you for years like Jeongguk has? Been through near-death experiences with you like Jeongguk has? Has he deserved the right to call you by a nickname like Jeongguk has?

“You can stop shooting daggers at my head, you know,” Yoongi’s low drawl almost makes Jeongguk think that he’s talking to himself, but the sentence is clearly directed at him. The older guy finally looks up from his tablet to look at Jeongguk in the eyes for longer than a second, no coffee orders to complete to interrupt their interaction this time. “Kiddo’s boyfriend, Jeongguk, right?”

As Jeongguk gives a nod to confirm Yoongi’s question, a hand is extended towards him to complete the introduction. “I’m Yoongi, Kiddo’s coworker-slash-boss.”

Jeongguk grips Yoongi’s hand with more strength than necessary, unintentionally flexing his muscles too. He thought that would be enough to tell Yoongi that Jeongguk is your boyfriend and he has no business being so friendly with you, but Yoongi only glances at his tattooed arm before letting go of his hand with a comment about how strong his grip is.

“Thanks, I do boxing,” Jeongguk mutters curtly, upset at the degree of nonchalance Yoongi is showing. He starts glancing at the door to the backroom where you currently are, wishing you would emerge right this second so he can go and doesn’t need to face Yoongi’s mint hair ever again.

“Yeah, Kiddo might have mentioned that a few times, just like she won’t shut up about your sleeve tattoos,” Yoongi says, going back to his tablet. “I used to box too, by the way.”

If you asked Jeongguk what Yoongi used to do, he wouldn’t be able to answer at all as he chooses to focus on the part where Yoongi said you won’t shut up about his sleeve tattoos and tune out the rest of his sentence. “My tattoos? What about them?”

“She said you have tons. Shoulder to fingertips. That’s how I recognized you when giving your order,” Yoongi answers lightly, which piqued Jeongguk’s interest even further. Wouldn’t it be fun to use this coworker-slash-boss of yours to get information about what you’ve been saying about him at work? What else does Yoongi know about him other than he does boxing and has a sleeve tattoo?

“Really? Does she gush about how hot they are to you, too?”

It’s not a question meant to be answered, its sole purpose to show off that you indeed gush to him about how hot his tattoos are. Though, if one thinks about it, why would Jeongguk need to boast to Yoongi about the compliments you give him about the strokes of ink on his arm? What business does Yoongi have knowing about it?

Yoongi seems to be unaware of Jeongguk’s inner dilemma as his face breaks out into a grin. “I think she’d be mad at me if I told you half the things she gushes to me about you.”

So you do gush about how hot his tattoos are to Yoongi. Interesting.

The fact that Yoongi insinuates there’s more to that is both endearing and terrifying to Jeongguk, because while he’s giddy that you talk about him with other people with so much enthusiasm, too much of it could end up in you sharing something about him that you should not have. Not to mention you’re sharing it with your boss, someone you should keep at an arm’s length when it comes to sharing about your significant others. One wrong move and he could use it against you.

Jeongguk is just about to ask Yoongi to elaborate further on his statement when you step out of the backroom, now out of the murky brown cap and apron and in a white t-shirt that looks like it belongs to Jeongguk. All thoughts of Yoongi knowing all sort of things about him evaporates right away, his mind focusing on how cute you look instead. If only Jeongguk doesn’t know basic human decency, he’d pull you by the waist to taste the mouth he’s been deprived of for the whole day, not giving an ounce of care about your boss watching the whole thing.

No, he’s a good boyfriend so he opts to pull you by the shoulders instead, letting your arms go around his waist before squeezing you in his arms. The kiss he drops on your cheek is chaste yet lingering, like he wants to let you know just how much he missed you. You tighten your arms around him in return, wordlessly saying the same thing back.

“Ready to go?” Jeongguk mumbles into your hair, not yet letting go of the hug.

“Ye—oh, wait!” You pull your face away from its initial position on Jeongguk’s chest. “You haven’t met Yoongi yet.”

“We did, Kiddo,” Yoongi waves you off. “You’re free to go. Your boyfriend here has been waiting long enough.”

“No,” you say, pulling away from Jeongguk’s hold. “I mean I haven’t introduced you two properly.” You gesture to the both of them back and forth as you say their names. “Yoongi, meet my boyfriend, Jeon Jeongguk. Jeongguk, meet my boss, Min Yoongi. His family owns this coffee shop.”

“That’s what you mean by proper?” Jeongguk says to you as he takes Yoongi’s hand for the second time that day, regular grip this time because you’re watching his every move like a hawk. “I didn’t know you own the shop. Nice place,” he nods to the older guy, releasing his hand.

“Thanks. It’s my dad’s, though. I just help from time to time,” Yoongi shrugs.

“You ‘just help from time to time’ but willing to dye your hair mint in honor of the new menu.” You nudge his elbow playfully. “Speaking of the new menu, did you finish the whole cup, Jeongguk? I’ve only had a few sips.” You frown as you bring the cup to your eye level, examining just how much of it is left. It’s an exaggeration, obviously, as the cup in your hand is still half-filled. But Jeongguk plays along, saying the reason why he inhaled your drink is because he’s tired from having just gone back from boxing.

“You have your own latte,” you point out, finally taking a much-deserved sip from your free drink. It still tastes okay, so you stop grilling Jeongguk about stealing your drink (even though you kinda stole his too, in the middle of your shift nonetheless.) “Oh, and did you know Yoongi also—”

Yoongi clears his throat loudly before you can finish your sentence. You look up from your drink, alarmed, afraid you might have said something wrong. Your eyes meet Yoongi’s and he gives you a tiny shake of his head, one Jeongguk doesn’t notice because he’s busy taking sips from his own cup of latte. (And because he’s more focused on you than Yoongi.)

“He knows, I told him I used to box too,” Yoongi says.

“You did? I didn’t catch it,” Jeongguk averts his eyes from you, turning to look at Yoongi. “Wanna have a match? I could use an opponent for my session tomorrow.”

“I said I used to, Kid,” Yoongi re-emphasizes on the two words. “I have a shoulder injury. It’s healing, but I still shouldn’t do too much to it.”

“Oh come on, I’ll go easy on you.”

“Jeongguk!” A slap lands on his bicep courtesy of you.

“What? He said it’s healing!”

It’s only now that Jeongguk witnesses the exchange between you and Yoongi using only your eyes, yours looking frantic while Yoongi’s looking as cool as a cucumber. Maybe he should dye his hair a shade of green resembling a cucumber rather than a mint.

After watching you and Yoongi have a silent conversation for a minute, Jeongguk lets out a sigh as he takes the final sip from his latte. “It’s okay, babe, I was just kidding. It’s fine if Yoongi doesn’t want to have a match with me.” He throws the empty cup into a trashcan nearby. “It just means that he backs down easily from a challenge.”

You physically face-palm at his sentence, missing the way Jeongguk throws a challenging smirk Yoongi’s way. The older doesn’t seem fazed at all, instead letting a small smirk take over his features as well. “That’s not a really nice thing to say to someone you’ve just met,” he drawls.

Jeongguk shrugs. “Just stating the truth.”

“Jeongguk, please stop,” you whine from behind your hands, still facepalming because you don’t want to become a witness in case this coffee shop becomes a crime scene.

“Alright, I’ll have a match with you,” Yoongi says finally, tone resolute. You peek out from the cocoon of your hands, glancing back and forth between your coworker-slash-boss and your boyfriend who are having a staring contest, both refusing to back down. “Tomorrow after my shift works? Kiddo here can take the same shift so she can watch us too.”

“Sure,” Jeongguk agrees without a pause. “It ends at three, right?”

“Yep.”

“Cool. See you then.”

Then Jeongguk puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the counter to finally go take you home as it’s the reason he came here in the first place. You hastily give your coworker a wave goodbye over your shoulder, getting a wave back accompanied with a laugh. Jeongguk uses the opportunity to steal yet another sip from your drink.

“Stop it! You’re gonna finish it all!”

“What even is it? It tastes really weird.” Jeongguk scrunches up his face.

“It’s mint mochaccino, you ass.” You pull the cup away from him, who chases the straw with his mouth while grinning wide. “Stop or I won’t kiss you until tomorrow morning.”

“Always withdrawing kisses when I need them the most,” he pouts, retreating from your drink to let you finally finish the cup yourself. “Can I kiss you in the car or should I wait until we get home?”

(Does not matter what you answer is, because he grips the back of your neck in the car to make out with you for five minutes, and then finish what he started in the safety of his room, under the blankets.)

“Are you sure you want to fight with Yoongi later?”

You and Jeongguk are back in his car, on the way to the coffee shop for you to start your shift and for Jeongguk to get his americano to kick off the day. His nod to your question is firm.

“Yeah. My coach said it’s good to train with an opponent sometimes.”

“You could’ve fought with your coach instead, then,” you point out.

“True, but—” Jeongguk tilts his head, sucking in a breath. “He’s the one who trained me, so he knows my fighting style and pattern. It’s good indeed, but it’s missing that element of fun.” He drums his fingers against the steering wheel. “Besides, I want to know what your Yoongi is made of.” He casts a glance at you to see your reaction.

“What ‘my’ Yoongi, what are you talking about …” You heave a sigh, massaging your temple. It’s not even 9 AM yet but you can already feel a headache coming. Sometimes you wonder why you’re willing to date this childhood friend of yours, knowing all of his flaws and bad habits like this. Though it’s given you the advantage of being able to read between the lines of his actions, often you wish he’d just say things outright without you having to dig it out of him.

“You know, the Yoongi you work with? The Yoongi who gives you head pats? The Yoongi who has a nickname for you?” Jeongguk’s tone gets more annoying near the end of his sentence, almost as if he’s trying to get a certain reaction out of you.

“The Yoongi who owns the cafe I work at, which is the sole source of income I have?” you reply instead, refusing to give in to Jeongguk’s silent provocation. “Also, the Yoongi who used to box. I think you should keep that in mind when you fight him later.”

“Yeah, yeah. Bet he wasn’t even that good.”

You manage to arrive at the cafe unscathed, only losing a tiny piece of sanity because your boyfriend couldn’t keep his mouth shut about Yoongi and his non-existent boxing skills (Jeongguk’s words, not yours.) It doesn’t help that the Yoongi in question is already standing behind the register, greeting you with a smile and throwing a lopsided smirk your boyfriend’s way. You don’t like the thick tension between them at all so you quickly slip into the backroom to let Jeongguk be a big boy for once and order his own americano for the day.

Stepping out of the backroom in your mandatory work apron and cap, you’re kind of relieved when you see the shop is still intact, not thrown upside down courtesy of your boyfriend and his inability to control his strength (and emotion) in the face of a threat (read: Yoongi.) Upon seeing you, Jeongguk pushes himself off the counter he’s leaning against before reaching for your waist despite your boss standing just a few feet away. The cup of americano on the counter tells you that you took too long in the breakroom, which if anyone asks, you’d justify with adjusting your work attire. In reality, you just don’t want to face your boyfriend and the sour look he has whenever he so much as glances at your boss.

“You can always cancel the fight with Yoongi, you know,” you murmur, biting your bottom lip in worry. “You could hurt him, he could hurt you … it’s not ideal.”

“Hmm.” Jeongguk purses his lips. “What’s not ideal is your boss having a nickname for you.” There he goes again, always having something to say about Yoongi. “Aside from it being highly unprofessional, it’s also inappropriate since you have a boyfriend and that is me. Jeon Jeongguk. I am your boyfriend.”

“Jeongguk, he knows,” you groan, fed up with the back-and-forth about this whole Yoongi thing. You don’t even know why your boyfriend is so threatened by the older guy when he’s a whole lifetime ahead of him. “It’s not even a nickname. You’re just seeing what you want to see.”

Jeongguk’s reply never makes it out of his mouth as he’s interrupted by Yoongi clearing his throat, making you both look at him tapping on his wrist to signal the time. It’s a reminder that you’re here to work, not to continue the argument that sparked in the car. Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at your boss, sharing a hard stare with him before deciding to do something one should not do in front of their boss: dip down to kiss you, using your surprised gasp as a way to slide his tongue inside your mouth. In the five seconds he manages to tangle his tongue with yours, you completely missed the sound of the glass doors opening and the low whistle that came after, along with Yoongi’s chuckle and greeting to the person who just came in.

Shoving Jeongguk away by your hand on his chest, you try to cover your burning face with your other hand as an attempt to save your dignity in front of Yoongi, though you doubt it’s working at all. Jeongguk licks his lips then winks at you, squeezing your waist in his grip before stepping back to grab his cup of americano, now full of condensation sliding off the plastic cup. He takes a sip to taste test before scrunching up his nose.

“Could’ve been better,” he sneers, making you glare. “Alright, I’ll let you get to work. See you later, babe.” Then, after a second, turns to Yoongi to add: “you too.”

When Jeongguk disappears into his car, you put your head in your hands and let out the loudest groan known to man. “I’m sorry, Yoongi.”

The mint-haired guy only gives you a gummy laugh, eyes turning into crescents as he shakes his head. “Your boyfriend is really something, Kiddo,” he muses. “A really … fun early morning entertainment, you could say.”

“Entertaining it was!” You hear the voice first before you see the person, the one who must’ve come in when you were rather preoccupied with your boyfriend. Park Jimin, your other coworker, slides behind the counter in a brown apron identical to yours and Yoongi’s, just minus the cap. Good, that means he doesn’t have a bad hair day today and can take the position at the register instead of you. You could use some more time to learn to make the drinks, anyway.

“Didn’t know you and your boyfriend were such exhibitionists, Kim,” Jimin taunts you, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “Although, if my boyfriend were that hot, I would have wanted to exhibit him too…” He purses his lips in an exaggerated manner of faux thinking, obviously trying to rile you up. “Lucky you, Kim.”

“Shut up, Park,” you seethe through your teeth, slapping him with a dish rag while he cackles happily. “We’re not exhibitionists. You just have terrible timing.”

“Oh, it was perfect I’d say, just in time to catch sight of his tongue going into your mouth—”

“JIMIN!”

When Jimin continues making fun of you by making gross kissing sounds, you turn to Yoongi for help. As the oldest amongst you three, he must have a sound solution to get Jimin to stop making those awful sounds and put you out of your misery. Although, your trust in him is probably misplaced as Yoongi just chuckles and tells you something your own mom would tell you whenever you’re telling on Jeongguk: “Just ignore him, Kiddo.” The sacred word of ignore. “Go prepare the breakfast pastries now.”

So much for sound solution.

You go about your shift as usual, with Jimin manning the register like you planned to. Time goes by quickly when you’re busy working (and when your coworker is Park Jimin) that you didn’t realize it’s almost time for your shift to end. You glance at the line in front of Jimin and see that there are still three more people he needs to serve, while you and Yoongi still have about five tickets to finish before you can clock out and leave. Scratch that, might be eight tickets to go considering the workers who have their shift after you aren’t here yet. It’s gonna be a while before you can see your boyfriend and be a witness to an unnecessary fight between him and Yoongi.

“Hey, Kim, where’s your boyfriend? Didn’t you say he was gonna pick you up from work?” Jimin nudges your elbow when he finishes taking one customer’s order, sliding a plastic cup into the queue in front of you. “I want to see just how hot he really is,” he continues while wiggling his eyebrows.

Before you can slap the guy with your dish rag again—it’s looking more like your weapon rather than a cleaning tool at this point—Yoongi pipes up from his position in front of the sink. “Just look for someone with a tattoo sleeve. He loves brandishing it.”

“Ooh, a hot guy with tattoos,” Jimin whistles. “Add some piercings and I might steal him away from you.”

“Jimin, quit drooling over my boyfriend,” you sigh, taking the next cup in line as your coworker turns back to the register. He’s already starting to greet the next customer when you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, sliding next to him to brew the espresso needed for the order you’re making. “He has one on his lip, but he’s mine. Note that, Park,” you whisper to him while he’s keying in an order, earning a light chuckle from the man.

“He’s just messing with you, Kiddo, don’t mind him,” Yoongi chuckles from beside you, eyeing Jimin whose focus is currently on the cup he’s scribbling a customer’s name on. “He has his eyes set on someone else already.”

“Gossiping, aren’t we?” Jimin turns to you and Yoongi with a sleazy smile. “Careful now, unless you want Hoseok to know about your hot boyfriend too, Kim.” He gestures to the glass doors, where Hoseok from the next shift just walked through. He’s a great guy, but you’ve only shared a couple shifts with him, so you think you haven’t got to the point of sharing about significant others.

With the mention of Hoseok, you and Yoongi move to finish the orders you have left before handing over the shift to the aforementioned man. When all your orders are done and you’re ready to head to the backroom, you turn to ask Jimin to go with you only to find him still rooted in front of the register. “Jimin, you’re not going?”

“Oh, I’m actually covering for Eunbi.” Jimin shrugs, sliding a cup into Hoseok’s line of orders. “Go, Kim. Have fun with your boyfriend,” he grins, sending you a teasing wink.

Hoseok, a clueless witness, looks at the both of you with a scandalous stare. “What, what, what did I miss? Why are you winking like that, Park Jimin?” he says, urging Jimin to elaborate while pouring drinks into a plastic cup.

“You should ask her, Hobi,” Jimin snickers into his hand as he turns to greet a customer. Hoseok turns to you, his expression hopeful that you will shed light on the reason behind Jimin’s wink.

“My boyfriend is about to fight with our boss and I don’t know how to talk him out of it,” you say through your teeth, giving an overly-sweet smile to a confused Hoseok. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to meet him and make sure he’s not gonna bite Yoongi’s head off.”

“Bye, Kim,” Jimin sing-songs, waving his hand to you. “Say hi to your boyfriend for me!”

You’re already walking away, turning to tell Jimin off when you bump into Yoongi who’s just came out of the backroom, void of his work apron and ready to go. He grabs your shoulders to turn you around, pushing you into the backroom to prevent anymore banter between you and Jimin. “Let it go, Kiddo.”

In the backroom, you catch a text from Jeongguk saying that he’s already in the coffee shop, ready to go when you are. You emerge from the room after clocking out, moving your feet to the dining area of the cafe while waving to Jimin and Hoseok behind the counter. Scanning the room, you search for a familiar mop of black hair that belongs to your boyfriend.

It’s easy to spot Yoongi’s mint hair amongst the sea of other natural-colored hairs. What’s not easy is believing your eyes when you see the person sitting in front of Yoongi waving wildly at you, grinning like a mad man. It’s your boyfriend, the person you’re supposed to see after work, the person you’re supposed to supervise when he fights your boss later, alright, that part you know. The part that you don’t know and have a hard time believing is:

Jeongguk’s hair is mint.

Not black, not brown, not the experimental half-half he tried in high school. Mint.

The exact same shade as Yoongi’s.

It feels like you’re on autopilot when your feet carry you to their table, jaw on the floor while your eyes are stuck on Jeongguk’s freshly-dyed strands.

“Hi, babe,” your boyfriend has the audacity to say, lips stretching impossibly wider. He reaches up to run his fingers through his mint hair, an act so deliberate even Yoongi sighs at the sight of it, but it makes your heart skip a bit nonetheless. “Do you like my new hair?”

The light green strands previously tangled with his fingers fall back to cover his forehead and frame his face perfectly, the light hue somehow blending well with Jeongguk’s skin tone. It also accentuates his jaw more, making it appear sharper when the grin on his lips morphs into a smirk once he notices that you can’t stop staring. Oh, that smirk. Usually hot with his previously black hair, it is now lethal with his mint hair, toeing the line of playful and dangerous at the same time.

You want to scream at the obvious and cheesy question.

Yoongi, the third person who’s been watching the entire interaction unfold before his eyes, clears his throat. “If you’re done eye-fucking your boyfriend, can we go now? I have somewhere else to be after this.”

“Yoongi!” you whisper-shout, half scandalized, half disbelieving that your boss can say something so crude in the middle of his own buzzing coffee shop. Maybe he’s been hanging out with Park Jimin too much. (Or maybe he’s just sick of you drooling over your boyfriend time and time again … yeah, maybe that.)

“Can’t wait to lose to me, Min?” Jeongguk snickers, taking your hand in his as he follows Yoongi—who pointedly ignores his taunting question—towards the glass door of the coffee shop.

You catch Jimin’s eyes as you’re stepping out, his eyes rounding in surprise before a sly smile takes over his features. Have fun! he mouths, giving you a wink. Ugh, you’re gonna face a lot more questions the next time you have a shift together with him.

After another futile attempt at talking Jeongguk out of fighting with Yoongi, you’re seated where you usually are, on the sidelines of Jeongguk’s gym, this time with heightened anxiety out of fear that your boyfriend and your boss could hurt each other. You’re worried less about the physical part—boxing is a very physical sport, after all—and more about the mental part.

Boys are full of pride, full of ego. They pride themselves on their ability to box, delivering punch after punch until their knuckles bruise. They pride themselves on their muscles, bulging biceps that took years to build and maintain. They pride themselves on their strength, how they are able to hold you up against the wall when you’re busy sucking air off each other’s lungs.

Oh, and in case it’s not clear, by boys you mean Jeongguk.

You have a lot of faith in your boyfriend, of course, but knowing Yoongi’s boxing skills, no matter how long ago it was, the outcome of the fight today could just be the one that would hurt Jeongguk’s pride. The possibility of it happening is so high that you’re already preparing yourself for when Jeongguk comes back to you with his ego bruised. God, you can only hope Yoongi won’t hit too hard.

You’re too busy thinking of the many possible outcomes of this fight that you don’t realize when Jeongguk is back from putting his gloves on and warming up, now standing in front of you. “Wish me luck?” he says, along with a toothy grin your way.

“Yeah, good luck, Ggukie,” you reply, lacking your usual sarcastic bite. Jeongguk seems to pay no mind to it, though, ducking down to peck your lips before turning around to face his opponent for the day.

You catch Yoongi’s eyes when Jeongguk has his back to you, quickly mouthing don’t hurt him! to your boss, which he only responds with a smirk. All the blood drains from your face. Looks like your worries about someone getting his ego bruised won’t be just worries after all.

When the fight has started (Jeongguk’s coach started it—you’re grateful he’s there because then you don’t have to worry too much about Jeongguk and Yoongi beating each other to a pulp), you can’t help but watch. You just realize, in the years you’ve known Jeongguk and watched him box, you’ve never actually seen him fight anyone else other than his coach. He’s said before that he only took boxing as a way to work out, not to actually fight, so you guess that makes sense.

You don’t watch boxing matches a lot (actually, you don’t watch them at all), your only knowledge of boxing you get from watching Real Steel, a movie about boxing matches for robots, set in the far future when human boxing is not interesting anymore due to the limited brutality. You’re not sure how much information you retained from the movie, and how accurate they are, but you’re pretty sure you don’t need much boxing knowledge to know that right now, Yoongi is playing defensive while Jeongguk is playing offensive.

Alright, you admit, you have no idea if the terms you’re using are right, but it’s the simplest ones you can use to describe the sight in front of you. Since the start of the fight, Jeongguk has been throwing punches continuously, while Yoongi has had his gloved hands covering his face the entire time. Okay, not the entire time, but he’s only thrown one punch compared to Jeongguk’s one hundred ones.

As the fight goes on, Yoongi starts throwing punches here and there while still dodging Jeongguk’s aggressive fists. You’ve never seen Yoongi move this much in the entire time you’ve known him, and it surprises you how agile he is. The way he ducks under Jeongguk’s arm and throws him off balance is admirable, sometimes a little bit funny (just a bit, you promise) because it shows just how calm he is compared to Jeongguk’s aggressive, almost-angry boxing style.

When Jeongguk’s coach declares a break, your boyfriend walks back to you with his brows furrowed, tearing off one of his gloves so he can remove his mouth guard and grab his water bottle. After chugging down half of its content, Jeongguk heaves a frustrated sigh.

“I can’t grasp his fighting style,” he grumbles to himself. His eyes are set on Yoongi, who’s on the other side of the room, drinking from his own water bottle. “Who the fuck ducks all the time while boxing?”

“Maybe it’s because you keep throwing angry punches at him, babe,” you say, initially to keep his frustration at bay, but instead it makes him raise his eyebrow at you in a duh way. You backtrack immediately. “Okay, okay. But it’s just your first time fighting him, isn’t it? Be patient, Jeongguk, and maybe let up your punches a little bit?”

“Baby, it’s boxing,” he says exasperatedly. “Someone has to throw some punches.”

“I know, but you just seem so … angry. Yoongi’s only ducking to dodge that. I’m saying maybe you can tone it down so he could stop dodging, so then you can see his fighting style better.” You’re saying this while gripping his biceps, hoping your words can go through his seemingly-clouded mind. “When you see his fighting style, won’t it be easier to figure out a way you can beat him? Isn’t that what you taunted him with at the cafe?”

You know it’s not even remotely possible to learn one’s boxing style just from a single fight, let alone “figure out a way to beat him”. Somewhere in his fogged mind, you believe Jeongguk stores this fact as well, he’s just currently too deep in frustration to place it in the front of his mind. You’re not even sure your suggestion to learn Yoongi’s fighting style is registered well in his head, considering your boyfriend is now back to eyeing your boss with fire in his gaze.

“Jeongguk?” You give his shoulder a firm grip as he puts his mouth guard back on. “Tone it down. Yoongi could just be waiting to punch back. You don’t want that.”

Jeongguk parts ways with you with an absent-minded nod and two pats to your head with his heavy gloved-hand. On the other side of the room, Yoongi looks ready to go back into his fighting stance. You sigh internally. Jeongguk is so going to punch him aggressively, again.

The next thirty minutes of the fight goes like a blur in front of your eyes. Jeongguk throws a hook that Yoongi dodges, Yoongi retaliates with a jab to Jeongguk’s side which makes you wince, rinse and repeat. Maybe you’re wrong about your boyfriend for once, you think, seeing his calmer fighting style now. With the way he left your conversation minutes prior, you really thought he was gonna continue raining punches on any part of Yoongi’s body he could reach. You’re relieved that that’s not the case.

Although, perhaps your relief came too soon because a boxing match isn’t over until it’s over.

Watching Jeongguk fight with Yoongi is like watching a cartoon character with an energy meter atop his head, except for Jeongguk, it measures his patience instead. As the minutes went on, you feel like you could see the patience meter above his head depleting until it’s all gone, and that’s the moment he went back to his initial fighting style: aggressive and angry. You almost pull your hair out in frustration because you just know that this is what Yoongi has been waiting for ever since the fight started.

The next thing that happens reminds you a lot of one fighting scene in Real Steel, where Atom was waiting for his opponent to run out of energy so he can fight back. In the movie, Atom knocked the other robot down with a final uppercut, gaining him a win and advancing him to the next round. Well, uh, in this case, just replace Atom with Yoongi and the other robot with Jeongguk.

Yoongi’s clean uppercut wiped your boyfriend out, who’s now lying on the ground clutching his face—which you’re sure is beginning to swell right now. Despite already knocking Jeongguk down, Yoongi is still in his fighting stance, never lowering his guard even as Jeongguk’s coach counts to ten. Your boyfriend remains immobile, though, and the second the count is up you’re running towards Jeongguk’s limp body.

“Gguk, are you okay? Baby, look at me,” you say hurriedly as you try to pry his arms away from his face. He doesn’t budge, and for a second, you’re scared that Yoongi has maimed your boyfriend for life. “At least let me know you’re alive,” you continue when his silence becomes concerning.

“Hmmph,” Jeongguk grunts. You heave a huge sigh of relief.

“Okay, good.” You run your fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to offer some comfort even though you know he had this coming. Gigantic ego, big talk, cocky as shit? Yeah, you understand that Yoongi would want to knock him down a few pegs. But now is not the time to launch into an ‘I told you so’ spiel, not when Jeongguk is still freshly bruised—both his body and his ego.

So instead, you lash out at your boss.

“I told you not to hurt him, Yoongi,” you snap-slash-whine, a frown on your lips. You thought, as the oldest among all of you, Yoongi could be trusted to knock some sense into Jeongguk’s mind without physically hurting him like this. As it turns out, all boys are the same.

The older guy just shrugs. “Probably wouldn’t get my point across if he weren’t knocked down.” He shakes the sweat out of his hair as he starts taking off his boxing gloves. When he sees you’re not impressed, he chuckles. “Relax, Kiddo, I didn’t even hit him that hard. He’ll be okay.”

“Really, Yoongi?” You roll your eyes. “You gave my boyfriend an uppercut just to prove a point!”

Yoongi just continues laughing as he chugs from his water bottle. His nonchalance about this is starting to piss you off. Maybe it’s your turn to put on the boxing gloves and sock him in the face, give him a taste of his own medicine. You scoff to yourself, picturing your own body lying next to Jeongguk if you really did that.

“Just tell your boyfriend here that there’s no need to be jealous of me, Kiddo,” Yoongi says, picking up his bag. Just then, Jeongguk’s coach appears with an ice pack in his hand, offering it to you so you can place it against Jeongguk’s swollen jaw. Despite your attempt to coax him out of his arm cocoon, he still refuses to move.

“Yoongi, look at him, you really broke him.” You’re flat-out whining now, kicking your feet like a child. It doesn’t even occur to your mind that you’re all still in the middle of a public boxing gym, with other people around you, being witness to this ridiculous scene.

“Oh my God,” Yoongi laughs before crouching down at Jeongguk’s legs. “Hey, Jeongguk, you hear that? Your girlfriend is worried about you,” he says, nudging Jeongguk’s leg lightly. “She only has eyes for you and your tattoos, too, you don’t need to be jealous at all.” You smack him on the shoulder for that.

Jeongguk finally removes his arms from his face at Yoongi’s words, his doe eyes menacing. “Go away,” he grits out at the older male, his scratchy voice making him sound less threatening than he intended. Despite that, Yoongi still holds his hands up in surrender.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Yoongi relents, standing up while adjusting the hold he has on his bag. “Was gonna go anyway, I have a date to get ready for,” he throws a grin your way. “Alright, I’ll be going first. Take care of your boyfriend, Kiddo.”

Yoongi retreats with a wave towards you both.

Jeongguk lets out a groan, shifting your attention away from your boss who’s already backing his car out of the parking lot. “Quit your job tomorrow,” he says. “I hate your boss.”

“Stop moving around!”

“It hurts!”

You’re both back at Jeongguk’s house now, with you sitting atop his outstretched legs on the bed, attempting to take care of his battle wounds courtesy of his fight with Yoongi. Aside from the swollen jaw, Jeongguk has a cut on his eyebrow and a split bottom lip. For a boxing match, you’d say these are minor injuries—proving Yoongi’s words right, he didn’t hit Jeongguk that hard—but your boyfriend is acting like a baby. He keeps jerking his head away every time the alcohol swab comes in contact with either of his cuts, it irritates you to no end.

“You have a goddamn full sleeve of tattoo and a lip piercing, quit acting like this hurts more,” you hiss, pressing the cotton in your hand to the cut on his lip as Jeongguk hiss back in response.

“At least when I got my tattoos and piercing, the artist didn’t do it while yapping my ear off,” he lisps through the cotton. “What happened to the caring girlfriend at the gym? Did she go away too, alongside Yoongi?”

“Oh, shut up, if I yapped back there Yoongi would’ve stomped on your ego more than he already did, do you want that, Jeongguk? Huh?” Your words are harsh, but you try hard for your hands to be the opposite, gentle as they cover the cut on his eyebrow with a band-aid. Jeongguk’s forehead is still damp from his quick shower earlier, beads of mint clinging to his skin. He might look smoking hot with his newly dyed hair, but the way the color rubs off on anything is starting to get onto your nerves. You wipe lightly at the color to make sure the band-aid sticks to his skin and does not come off the second he jumps around again.

“My ego is fine, you don’t need to protect it like this,” Jeongguk grumbles, adjusting the ice pack he’s holding to his jaw as you press a new cotton ball on his lip, discarding the one stained crimson red to his bedside table. “Maybe if you care about me as much as you care about my ego, everything would’ve been better.”

The way he’s rambling like he got his sense knocked out of his head as well makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Don’t test me, Jeon. If I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t be here sitting on your thighs patching your minuscule injuries like they’re fucking wounds from a war.”

“Maybe,” Jeongguk half-agrees, a pout on his lips. “But you haven’t kissed me even once ever since the fight ended. Do I not deserve a kiss because I lost? Do you not want to kiss me ever again because I can’t beat Yoongi in boxing? Do you think Yoongi is way better than me now? Do you want him to be your boyfriend instead of me?”

With every nonsensical question, his pout deepens, and his eyes droop to stare blankly at nothing.

“Hah, ‘my ego is fine’ my ass,” you mumble, mostly to yourself as you turn the gears in your head on how to stop the bleeding on Jeongguk’s lip. It keeps gushing out blood, and you can’t exactly stick a band-aid to it like you did his eyebrow. At last, you just hold a cotton ball against it and hope it stops bleeding soon.

“Yoongi was right, you know,” you say clearly now, the tumble of Yoongi’s name out of your lips making Jeongguk glance up and focus his sight on your face. “You don’t need to be jealous of him at all. Heck, you don’t need to be jealous of anyone, Jeongguk. I’m your girlfriend and will always stay your girlfriend, no matter what. You don’t need to beat anyone in boxing or dye your hair the exact same shade as anyone for me to stay. You, Jeon Jeongguk, are enough.”

Jeongguk’s eyes, gazing into yours, are glassy with unshed tears. You don’t know if they are there because he’s touched by your words or are leftovers from crying over his bruised ego from the fight with Yoongi. Either way, it throws you off balance. Next thing you know, you’re being tugged down by the nape for a kiss.

Jeongguk’s lips are warm, like usual, but the tinge of metal you taste on your tongue is making you worry. Before you lose yourself in his kiss, you pull away to thumb at his lip lightly, seeing streaks of red on your skin. You’re about to continue pressing the cotton ball in your hand to his lips and stop all forms of kissing immediately, but your boyfriend has a mind of his own as he instead sucks your thumb into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the digit delicately as he holds eye contact with you.

Gone is the trace of any tears from his eyes, now replaced by something you can only identify as lust. As flattered as you are that Jeongguk finds you desirable in your current situation, it also makes you confused. He’s hurt and the only thing in his mind is getting his dick wet? Unbelievable.

The ice-cold feeling on your waist tears your attention away from Jeongguk’s dark eyes as you yelp, hand instinctively prying the cold thing away. The ‘thing’ turns out to be his hand, which was previously holding the ice pack to his swollen jaw. He’s sneaked his fucking cold hand under your shirt to hold your waist when he should’ve kept holding the ice pack to his jaw—his swollen jaw!

Your boyfriend has a swollen jaw, a busted lip and a cut eyebrow. This is not the time to be screwing around.

Pulling away your thumb out of Jeongguk’s mouth at the speed of light, you attempt to climb off his lap, but he’s read your mind even before they are conjured up in your own brain. His hands are back on your waist—yes, the cold one too—and they hold you firm in place. The side of Jeongguk’s lips turn up into a sickeningly sweet smile, before he tugs your body towards his, making your hips come in contact with his crotch. He’s hard. Oh, fuck.

“You know, I never really understood why you’re so bratty whenever you’re horny and I can’t tend to you right away, but I think I get it now,” he says right by your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. “I’ve been trying to will away my boner ever since you sat on my lap, but your weight on it is so damn distracting, it’s hard.”

“So,” he punctuates the word with a kiss on your neck, “I started saying anything to get my mind off it, but the way you care for me just … turns me on even more, if that was even possible.” He noses his way down your throat, coming to a stop at your collarbone. “And then all that talk about how I am enough … holy shit, I lost it. All I could think about was how I want to kiss you and fuck you into next week on this very bed.”

You can barely hear the last few words Jeongguk is saying, because he’s mumbling them into your skin as he peppers kisses and nips there. His fingers are now pressing into your back, pulling you closer and closer to him until there is no space left between you. You crane your neck so he can have more room to splash reds and purples onto your skin, sighing to the top of his mint head.

“You know, for someone claiming to be horny, you’re doing a terrible job at dirty talk,” you jab at your boyfriend, earning you a bite on your neck and a tightened grip on your body, making you close your eyes with stuttered breath.

“Easy, babe,” Jeongguk chuckles. “You talk as if you won’t be a moaning mess by the end of this,” he continues with much confidence. “But also, my lip is still kinda bleeding and my sides are still throbbing from the bruises. Kinda debating should we continue or just go to sleep.”

“Jeon Jeongguk I swear to God if you leave me high and dry—”

“Maybe you should kiss them better,” he cuts you off with a suggestion, his lips still trailing butterfly kisses on your neck and collarbone. The hands still on your back sneakily climb up and up until they’re reaching for the clasp of your bra, easily opening it to free your breasts from its confines. Your sound of protest gets stuck in your throat as a strangled moan comes out instead when Jeongguk massages your breasts tenderly with his fingers.

“Maybe I would—fuck—if you get rid of your shirt,” you say, tugging on the offending piece of fabric still covering your boyfriend’s gorgeous body. It’s not fair that he’s got you half naked already and he’s still fully clothed.

Jeongguk parts himself from your body long enough to tug his t-shirt off from the back of his neck in one smooth motion, exposing the golden expanse of his skin to your hungry eyes. If you thought his mint hair was smoking hot with his shirt on, it’s literally burning a flame of desire deep in your belly with his shirt off. You’re tongue-tied as you marvel at the sight in front of you, you almost jump when your own shirt and bra are taken off your body.

Now both bare from the waist up, Jeongguk wastes no time leaning back in for a kiss on the mouth, this time open-mouthed so he can slide his tongue inside. You keen happily, slipping a sigh in between as he slowly lowers you to the bed. Jeongguk anchors his hands on your hips, teasing at the waistband of your sweatpants as he keeps your mouth busy with his own. In contrast, your hands are everywhere, from his broad shoulder to his firm back, from his bulging biceps to his rock-hard abs. You even tease your fingers past his waistband, grabbing onto his ass and squeezing, making him groan hotly into your mouth. It’s only when your fingers brush against his sides that he winces, reminding you of his earlier request.

“Flip around,” you whisper against his lips, “so I can kiss your bruises better.”

“Hmm?” Jeongguk hums, your words a murmur in his head. “But I like having you like this. Under me, naked, panting, wet,” he says, slipping his hand beyond your sweatpants to prove his words right—you’ve soaked through your panties. He drags a finger slowly up your center. You shudder.

“Yeah? I can be naked, panting, and wet on top of you as well.”

“Ooh, tempting.” Jeongguk licks his lips. He flicks your clit with a cheeky smile dancing on his lips, before settling his hands back on your waist. “Alright, I’ll flip over.”

The next second, you’re staring at him from up top, admiring how his mint hair looks against his dark grey bed sheets. Although, his hair is the least of your concern right now, as you’re tugged back down for another bruising kiss. Now that you’re on top, Jeongguk takes the opportunity to return the favor that is slipping his hand into your pants to squeeze your ass, but his version involves pulling your hips down while his thrusts up, creating a delicious friction between your body that makes you exhale a moan into his mouth.

You move away from his lips, down to his jaw where you take care to land a kiss light as a feather, before moving to his neck and collarbone where you have your own share of bites and licks. Aside from your infatuation with his tattoos and biceps, you actually have another one with his collarbone, this one you keep secret from him lest he goes around the house shirtless more often just to brandish his clavicle. But maybe he’s already noticed from the way you always make sure to cover that body part of his in blooms of red and purple, taking care to trace each and every bite mark slowly with the tip of your tongue.

While you’re busy with his collarbone, Jeongguk keeps dragging your crotch steadily over his, like he can’t get enough of the feeling and wants to keep chasing it. The delicious pressure on your center is a bit distracting, so you smooth your palm across his chest to pinch at his nipple in warning. Jeongguk lets out a broken whine from his throat.

“Stop humping into me, do you want to cream your pants?” you chide, fingers still giving tiny pinches to his nipple to keep him on his toes.

“Was trying to get you to cream your pants,” Jeongguk grins guiltily, his hips snapping up yet again to collide with yours. Even if you roll your eyes at his antics, you still continue your journey of kissing down his body, making sure to suck and lick on his sensitive nipples. You love the moans and groans that slip out of his throat every time you do things to his nipples. He likes it so much that his hips keep chanting up, searching for friction, that you have to pin them down so you can slide down to pepper kisses on his abs and waist.

Jeongguk works really hard to maintain the body he has, clearly evident in the eight pack he’s sporting on his stomach and the tiny, minuscule waist that’s way too slutty for a man to have. Sometimes you’re jealous of how nice his body looks, how firm it is to touch. You told him this one time, along with your regret that you couldn’t give him a similar experience, but he’d only laughed and said that admiring and appreciating him was enough, before proceeding to show you how he admires and appreciates your soft body (he kept biting into your inner thigh as he was eating you out, coaxing you into four orgasms back to back that day.)

And so, you admire his body by kissing the taut muscle one by one, tracing the lines outlining them with your hot tongue, caressing his bruised waist with the pillow of your lips and the feather of your touch. You know he’s hurt, but you can’t hold yourself from nipping on his slutty waist, gifting him another bruise that’s not a result of a punch. From the choked sob that rips out of his throat and the jump of his dick somewhere on your stomach, you take it he likes the bite.

“So,” you say as you mouth at the seam of his waistband, hand massaging his hard cock through his pants. “Do you want to cum in your pants, in my hand, in my mouth, or—?”

“Fuck, in you, please,” Jeongguk begs, eyes glassy from your ministrations. “But can we go back to dry humping for a while? Kinda like the friction on my sweatpants,” he breathes.

“Like this?” You move your hand up and down his cock, dragging the material of his sweatpants with it, paying special attention to the head. With every rub of the sweatpants against his head, a bead of precum comes out, with Jeongguk throwing his head back in silent pleasure. “Yeah, fuuck, that feels good.”

“But babe, want you, on top,” he demands, making grabby hands at you. “Was serious when I said I wanted you to cum first,” he continues, sighs in content when you oblige, resuming your position on top of him and lining your clothed crotch with his. He starts dragging your hips against his, building the pleasure up the faster he goes. “Want to fuck your swollen pussy, dripping with cum. Oh, I’ll slide right in, no problem, so wet, warm … fuuuck.”

The grip Jeongguk has on your hips is bruising, you have no choice but to let your body be manhandled by him. Slowly but surely, the band inside your stomach begins to tighten as your hold on his shoulders does as well. You’re so close, just one more move to tip you over the edge. When Jeongguk sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, the band inside you snaps and you come with a jerk of your hips and a whine from your throat.

Jeongguk slows down his move, taking care not to cum before being inside you, before stopping altogether and wrapping his arms around you to bring the both of you into a sitting position. Your limbs feel like jelly, still trying to come down from your high, when Jeongguk pecks your cheek before carefully lying you back down on the bed with your face down. He then maneuvers himself behind you, lifting your hips off the bed. You’re starting to have an idea what position he wants you in when he spreads your knees and slowly peels back your pants and panties to reveal your bare ass and pussy.

He takes his time caressing the globe of your ass, inching his fingers towards your pussy lips before spreading them apart, tearing a low whine from your chest. You guess he’s admiring the way cum still drips out of your cunt, because he’s silent, immobile for almost a minute.

“Gguk…” you whisper out. “You gonna fuck me or not?”

Jeongguk scrambles to get his pants off. “Fuck, yes, of course, baby, you just look so beautiful like this, I want to stare all day long,” he breathes, lining up his dick with your entrance.

God, I’m so thankful you’re mine, is his last warning before he slides home in one thrust.

Later, when you’re both freshly showered and cuddling on Jeongguk’s bed—with blue bed sheets this time, because you forced him to change the sheets as the grey ones smelled gross after your activities—you ask him a question.

“Are you still jealous of Yoongi?”

There’s a three second pause before Jeongguk’s answer comes. “Maybe a tiny bit,” he says, nearly connecting his thumb and forefinger together in a ‘tiny’ motion. “Of his boxing skills only. Amazing how he could still move like that with an injured shoulder. I want to be like that too.”

“You want to injure your shoulder?”

He gives you a flat look. You giggle.

“His shoulder is actually healed, you know, so he’s still actively boxing until now. He trains the boxing club at my campus whenever our coach can't, that’s where I know him from and how I’d gotten the job at his cafe.”

Jeongguk purses his lips. “So he lied to me.”

“Hmm,” you agree. “I figured it was to ‘teach you a lesson’, that’s why I asked him not to hurt you before your fight. Did you, though? Learn your lesson?”

“What? To not be jealous of him?”

You pinch his waist. “To knock your ego down a peg and stop feeling insecure whenever I interact with other men?”

“Baby, the guy had a nickname for you. My insecurities were valid!”

“You mean the ‘Kiddo’ one?” you ask. Jeongguk nods. “He calls Jimin Kiddo. He calls Eunbi Kiddo. He calls you Kiddo. He calls everyone younger than him, Kiddo.”

More silence ensues.

“So … my jealousy was for nothing?”

“Yes! What I’ve been saying!”

Jeongguk giggles. Then he kisses you. Then he giggles again, while still kissing you.

“How about an apology?” he offers.

“In what form?” you challenge.

“Round three?”

“No.”

Well, at least he’s not jealous anymore.

a/n: thank you for reading!! please let me know what you think of this, i literally almost cried in the process of writing it and when i finally finished it :') and yes this started because of that one mint jeongguk in memories 2020/2021, i think? the one with him in a black sleeveless and a pair of sunglasses, hahah. wish he'd dye his hair mint again (he looks rly good in it ugh)

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“Hi, neighbor!”

The familiar timbre of voice makes you look up from the stack of mail in your hands. It’s not routine—you fetching the mail, that is—but your dad is out of town and your mom has been telling your ear off about getting the mail. Something about the electrical bill. Or was it the water bill?

“Hi, Joon.” You throw a smile at your neighbor, squinting to fight the bright morning sun. The mails in your hand make for a good cap replacement, though, so you lift them up to your forehead, providing a tiny shade for your poor eyes. “Had a good time last night?” you tease.

Namjoon brings his hand to his head—the raven buzz cut making him look like a peculiar dandelion—running his hand through his hair while his cheeks dimple in embarrassment.

“That obvious, huh?”

“The t-shirt kinda gave it away,” you grin, wiggling your eyebrows. “It’s the same one as last night and it’s crinkled in all the right places to scream ‘I had the time of my life last night!’”

“Eh, don’t act like you’ve never had one of those nights too, neighbor.” Namjoon sticks his hands into his pockets, grin still in place and eyes some nice crescents. Again, you picture a peculiar dandelion in your mind. “It’s not every day that you have a very good night's sleep.”

You bark out a laugh, the mails slipping from your hands onto the pavement. Namjoon echoes the happy sound, his laugh sounding like that of an excited dog, wiggling its tail while waiting to play. A peculiar dandelion whose laugh sounds like an excited dog.

“Only you who’d equate a good night’s sleep to a good time, Namjoon,” you chuckle, crouching down to retrieve your fallen mails.

“Nothing better than to have some peace and quiet in your mind when you’re supposed to, neighbor.” He smiles at you, before closing his eyes as he faces the sun, soaking in all the sunlight the world has to offer.

You’re about to respond when your mom’s voice sounds from inside your house, complaining about the extended period of time you spend getting the mail. “I need to see the bills now!” Oh, well.

“Peace and quiet, huh?” you say.

Namjoon heaves out another chuckle from his chest. “See what I mean?”

He’s still standing there, letting his face be bathed in the golden rays of sunlight, and the adjective in your head gets a friend: bright. A bright, peculiar dandelion.

“Yeah,” you mumble, still distracted by how peaceful Namjoon looks soaking in the sun. “I’ll see ya later, peculiar dandelion.”

You wonder what other adjective you can add when you see him again tomorrow.

may 3rd, 2024.

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'make it right' with jk for the 1k celebration pleeeaaaasssseeee 🫶

light of the morning

— request: jeongguk + make it right - bts

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, angst

— word count: 2.7k

— warnings/tags: idol!jk, college student!oc, mild angst, they're best friends, insecurities and self-doubt thoughts.

— summary: in the eternal night that seems endless, jeongguk finds his peace in the light of the morning.

— author's note: hi anon! thanks for requesting :) summary is obviously inspired by the lyrics of make it right, which i used as the general inspiration for the story. i hope it doesn't stray too far from what you had in mind, hehe. enjoy!

a continuation of opposite of sun. i suggest to read that first before reading this!

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‘Jeongguk Takes Over Times Square With a Surprise Performance’

‘Massive Crowd Gathers In Times Square for a Jeongguk Surprise Performance’

‘Jeongguk Surprises Times Square Crowd With a Free Concert’

It’s been a day since Jeongguk’s surprise performance at Times Square, and the media headlines praising his performance just keep flooding in. In the articles, there were no flaws in his performance. Impeccable. Perfect. The media especially highlighted the way his fans only got a 30-minute notice before the performance, yet they were able to fill up the streets of Times Square. They were loud, singing along to his songs word for word, and Jeongguk is so proud.

The praises didn’t only come from online articles, they also came from the radio hosts and interviewers who were lined up in Jeongguk’s schedule today. It’s refreshing to answer questions outside of the usual ‘What’s your favorite food to eat in the US?’ and about his surprise performance instead. Jeongguk is grateful that his manager, Namjoon, scheduled these interviews after the performance instead of before it.

“Do I have any more interviews for today?” Jeongguk asks Namjoon, peeking at the clock on his phone. It’s only a little after seven in the evening. He knows it’s a silly question to ask, already knowing the answer by the look on Namjoon’s face.

“You have two more, actually,” Namjoon answers regardless. “Plus taping for two songs for one of them. I thought you knew this already?”

“Uh, yeah, just making sure.” Jeongguk clears his throat, eyes still on his phone.

“You’ve been checking your phone a lot today. Something wrong?” Namjoon inquires, a worried look replacing the duh one he had on his face earlier.

“No. Everything’s okay.”

Yes, something is very wrong.

It’s been more than a day since he video-called you, a little over a day since his performance at Times Square, and little less than a day since he texted you the YouTube link of said performance. In that time frame, his phone is completely void of any notification from you. No texts, no calls, even no tweets or an Instagram DM. You’ve been totally silent and it’s starting to get on his nerves. Why are you leaving him in the dark?

“You sure? You look like you want to punch someone.”

What he wants is praise from you! No, he doesn’t want it, he needs it. All the flowery words from the media and radio hosts mean nothing if he hasn’t heard one from you. Ever since he started his singing career, your opinion has always been one of the first ones he seeks. Without it, he’s lost. Left wondering whether his performance deserved the accolades, or they were only for his pretty face.

“Jeongguk, we’re here. Put a mask on and smile. You can worry about your best friend later,” Namjoon says the moment the car comes to a stop in the parking lot of a building somewhere in New York. Jeongguk looks at him as he’s getting off the vehicle, confused. His manager throws him a small smile. “Don’t look like that, it’s kinda obvious you’re thinking about her.”

“I haven’t heard from her since yesterday, hyung,” Jeongguk sighs. “I have the right to be worried.”

“You’re not the only one with stuff to do, you know? Maybe she’s busy too. I’m sure she’s fine,” Namjoon tries to reassure him. “Give her a call after this, to ease your mind.”

Namjoon is right. You’re probably busy juggling midterms and your part-time job back home. The chasm he felt yesterday opens back up, gaping to remind him that you two are worlds apart. Superstar Jeongguk who replies to texts in seven business days has no right demanding a reply from a regular college student after only one day.

Two more interviews. Two more songs to perform. Then he can hear your voice, see your face, and everything is going to be okay again.

Jeongguk finishes his schedule for the day a little after 1 AM. He tries to call you in the car, on the way back to his hotel. No answer. Tries again when he reaches his hotel room. Then tries again after he showered and changed into comfortable clothes to sleep in.

Ten missed calls.

Jeongguk goes to sleep with a dark cloud in his mind, completely restless.

In the morning, when the sun is already up—the way the moon is in Seoul, where you are—Jeongguk cracks his eyes open to stare at the ceiling in his room, his heart still heavy with worry. Also heavy is his head when he sits up on his huge hotel bed, likely due to his tossing and turning in his sleep all night. It doesn’t help that his lockscreen is still void of notifications labeled with your name. You’ve been MIA for almost two full days. Where are you?

He sends seven more bubbles in your chatroom, a sigh slipping past his lips when the tiny word under the blue bubble only reads delivered. He’s on his last thread of hope when he clicks on your contact picture to video call you, and that thread snaps when all he’s staring at on the screen is his own puffy and tired face.

Maybe he should order some breakfast. Get something to munch on, pry his mind away from the thought of you and what you’re up to in a country far, far away from where he is. He hopes you’re okay. He hopes you aced that midterm you were up until three to study for (although you spent the good part of the last hour talking to him on FaceTime). He hopes you’re eating well and not some instant cup ramyeon or shitty take-out from the Chinese place by your apartment that you frequent because it’s cheap.

After skimming through the room service menu, Jeongguk places an order of breakfast enough to feed five people. (What? He needs his energy. And a distraction.) The kind hotel staff who took his order informed him that his food will be ready in around 20 minutes. Good. Plenty of time to track his schedule for today and not think about you. (So much for a distraction.)

As it turns out, his itinerary for today is not packed with work schedule. Namjoon had only written ‘Explore’ along with a note to bring the camera noona who usually follows Jeongguk around to film all of his adventures as an idol. Said “adventure” is typically limited to dressing rooms of music shows, though. Oh, maybe Namjoon wants him to stroll around the city and make a vlog out of it, give his fans a little peek of what he does in his down time in New York.

In order to do that, he has to shower, get dressed, and maybe get his makeup done. He definitely needs to get his hair done, though, there’s no way he’s going out with this bird nest atop his head. Or maybe he could go natural, let his hair breathe for the day. Namjoon said it makes him look like a college boyfriend, and apparently, his fans love the look. Throw some hoodie and jeans on, and Jeongguk would be ready to go to class with you.

Ah, you again.

His mindless scrolling on Twitter in procrastination halts, the words on his phone not registering as his mind goes back to you. What would it feel like to go to class with you? To watch your focused face in class, trying to absorb knowledge from the professor? To be there next to you, answer your question whenever you struggle to grasp a concept? To be your college boy—

A knock on his door interrupts his thoughts.

Jeongguk stills, waits for the shout of room service! to follow, but it never comes. The clock on his phone tells him it’s only been 10 minutes since he ordered breakfast, so maybe it’s not room service after all. Maybe it’s a staff member, coming to tell him to get ready for the day.

As Jeongguk makes his way to the door, come some more knocks, this time more tentative than the one prior. Before he could reach the door, the person on the other side speaks.

“Jeongguk..?” It sounds muffled by the door, but the voice rings familiar in his ears. It’s the voice he last heard almost two days ago, via a video call connection between New York and Seoul. Could it be? No, it couldn’t … right?

Jeongguk’s eyes are right in front of the peephole just as the voice sounds again: “It’s me, Bun…”

There, in front of his hotel door, stands a girl 15 centimeters shorter than him, dressed in black jeans and her favorite sage green sweater, with a lump of black fabric hanging off her left arm. A faded black baseball cap sits on her head, so faded it looks almost navy. When she finally looks up to peek at the peephole, Jeongguk loses his breath.

It’s you. It’s really you.

Jeongguk is so stunned that he’s frozen in place, just staring at your confused expression that slowly morphs into one of anxiety.

“Did Namjoon give me the wrong room number..?” you mumble, fishing your phone out of your pocket.

Jeongguk has never yanked a door open that hard in his life.

You tear your eyes away from your phone, jumping in surprise at the sudden movement. His eyes lock with yours, and the shock on your face melts into a smile.

“Hi!”

You’re obviously exhausted, having just got off a 14-hour flight from Seoul, moving 13 timezones backward, seeing the sun when you’re supposed to see the moon. But the way you beam at him is full of glee, your eyes bright despite the obvious fatigue. Jeongguk is mesmerized.

Wordlessly, he reaches for your shoulders to pull you into a hug. They feel more prominent than the last time he hugged you, and he doesn’t know whether it’s from your haphazard eating schedule or just … time. He doesn’t remember when he last gave you a hug. Doesn’t remember the last time he saw you in the flesh like this.

“You just woke up, didn’t you?” you say from somewhere near his collarbone.

“Maybe,” Jeongguk mumbles. “Maybe not. I feel like I’m still dreaming.”

“Up in the clouds, are we?” you chuckle. “Well, if you’re done dreaming then maybe we could come in? Backpack’s starting to hurt my shoulders.”

It’s right at that second that Jeongguk just realizes the huge backpack hanging off your small frame. The poor bag is bursting at the seams, like it’s gonna comically explode if you even try to unzip it. Jeongguk closes his fingers around the small handle on top, testing the weight.

“Did you fit your whole life into this? Why is it so heavy?” he complains, immediately untangling your arms from his body so he can slide the backpack off you and onto him instead. “I feel like I’m about to do the 20 kilometers march in the military.”

“Hah! Try navigating JFK with that on your shoulders. It’s way harder than the military,” you huff, following Jeongguk into his hotel room.

He sets your backpack down on one of the couches, turning around to get answers to a thousand questions in his head, but pauses when he sees you’re still standing by the door. Your eyes are scanning the room slowly, stopping at Jeongguk to look at him with an unreadable expression on your face.

“What?” Jeongguk says.

“It’s huge,” you say. “The room, I mean. They usually are in your vlogs, but it’s different seeing it in person.”

This could turn into another conversation about their differences quickly, but Jeongguk is not in the mood to deal with distance today. For once, you’re an arms-length away from him. He doesn’t want to fuck this up and send you back to KST, 13 timezones away.

“Eh, I think your backpack is bigger.” He shrugs. Safe route, for now. “What do you have inside that bag, really?”

“My brick ass laptop, thank you,” you say sarcastically, finally going deeper into the room just to give your backpack a protective hug. “Still have a midterm to finish and submit here.”

“You still have midterms and you’re here in New York?” Jeongguk gapes. “Why?”

“Because you asked me to be here,” you state like it’s obvious. “Well, not like that, but you looked so sad on our last video call that I booked a flight here as soon as we hung up the call. Didn’t really realize the weight of it until I was watching your performance with Yeseo and I blurted out that I bought a ticket to New York and how maybe it was a stupid thing to do on a whim like that. She looked at me like I was stupid and said I should totally go. So. Here I am.”

If selective hearing is a sin, then Jeongguk would be guilty because he heard nothing beyond the part where you said you were watching his performance.

“You watched my performance?” He parrots his thoughts. “But you said you would have been asleep…”

“No sleep is worth my best friend’s sadness.” You throw him a small smile. “Actually, Yeseo set an alarm for it. And then I went to have the midterm with a terrible headache because I didn’t get enough sleep. But it’s worth it, the performance was amazing. You did great on that stage.”

“I did great…?”

At this point, Jeon Jeongguk should change his name to Parrot Jeongguk, because all he ever does is just repeat things he heard. First his thoughts, now you.

“Yes, of course you did great, Jeongguk. Wasn’t it obvious, the way your fans were screaming their lungs out for you?”

I only wanted to hear it from you, Jeongguk thinks. The media headlines and praises from the radio hosts and interviewers flash in his mind, all positive feedback for his performance, yet still planted a seed of doubt in his mind. It caused an ugly darkness to settle in his mind, one that worsened with every call you didn’t pick up.

“Why’d you ghost me, then?”

Way to ruin this moment, Jeon Jeongguk.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. Between catching up on sleep and rushing for the flight, I just didn’t have the time to look at my phone at all. Also, I was on the plane? It takes a long time to get here from Korea if you didn’t know.”

“So it’s not because my performance is bad?”

You get up from your position on the couch to grip him on the shoulders, your nails digging into the material of his t-shirt. You have to strain your neck to be able to look him in the eyes, but you hold his gaze firmly like the position doesn’t hurt you at all.

“Jeon Jeongguk, listen to me. Your performance was great, you looked handsome, your singing was on-point, your high note was awesome, your dancing was super cool, and the crowd was really loud. I don’t know what kind of validation you seek, but I personally think everything about your performance was perfect.”

Yours. I only want your validation.

Slowly, the darkness in his mind begins to disperse, replaced by this warm beam of light piercing through the clouds. It settles in his mind like a blanket, protecting him from any more bad thoughts. He thinks it’s because of you, bringing light wherever you go. Can that light be shared with him? Will he glow from the inside out if he connects his lips with yours? Why does he want to lock lips with you?

“Jeongguk, are you okay? You look like you’re floating in the clouds again.”

Yeah. No. I want to press my lips against yours. Can I?

Three knocks sound from the door. And then: room service!

Jeongguk clears his throat (and his mind along with it.)

“Do you want to explore New York with me after we have breakfast?”

Jeongguk might want more, and he might be ready to admit it. After all, the light to his darkness is here. If not now, then when?

“Sure, it’ll be a fun best friend adventure!”

…maybe some other time.

a/n: thank you for reading! i'm planning to have a part 3 of this but let's see if i can actually find the time to write it ahah

“You know you won’t be able to scoop anything with that fork, right?”

Namjoon props his cheek on his fist, dragon eyes looking at your hand that’s holding a fork. A fork you’ve been using to “scoop” up soup out of a bowl. Well, trying to.

“How would you know? Have you tried it?”

Stubborn. Not your best trait, but your most prominent.

“I have, yes, that’s why—“

“—you said ‘life is a bowl of soup and I’m a fork’. I’m trying to prove you wrong.”

The silence between you stretches into minutes as you continue trying to enjoy your bowl of soup with the utensil not fit for it while Namjoon continues watching. A harsh huff of breath has just passed your nose loudly when the man in front of you speaks, a mumble of curiosity that has your hand frozen mid-air.

“What if, instead of proving me wrong, you become the spoon in that equation?”

One of your eyebrows shoots up into your hairline, not getting where Namjoon is going with this. Why would you become a spoon? Why is Namjoon suddenly talking about you transforming into an inanimate object?

“So the saying would be ‘life is a bowl of soup and I’m a fork—but you’re the spoon.’ I’ll be able to tackle life as long as I have you, the spoon, by my side.”

There’s a pause when the gears in your head are busy turning to digest Namjoon’s words about soup and forks and spoons. It’s a peculiar analogy, but not so complicated that it takes you hours to fully grasp the meaning. When it all clicks, you rest your cheek on your propped up fist, copying his pose.

“Do you want me to be the spoon?”

Namjoon gives you a one-shoulder shrug and a crooked smile. “Didn’t I suggest it?”

“Thought it was just a saying,” you say with your own small smile.

“Could be anything you want it to be,” Namjoon chuckles. His hand reaches for a spoon sitting on the table, offering the utensil to you. “Spoon?”

You look between the fork in your hand and the spoon in Namjoon’s hand. It’s obvious that scooping soup with a fork is never gonna work, so you slowly take the spoon from him. Maybe being the spoon to his fork wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Spoon it is.”

july 9th, 2024.

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if it's a dream (i'll come around)

— request: jeongguk + yes or no - jungkook

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff

— word count: 3.1k

— warnings/tags: idol!jk, college student!oc, best friend!jk, most likely inaccurate desc of new york, jk is still pining, jk orders food excessively (again), cliches (sorry)

— summary: something in the new york air makes jeongguk feel a rush: a rush to admit, a rush to tell, a rush to take a leap. he's just not sure whether you feel it too.

— author's note: it's finally here!! i'm sorry for taking so long to write this request. thank you areyousure!jeongguk for inspiring me to finish this request. hah. i hope you still enjoy!! (its unedited. maybe i'll come back someday to edit.)

a continuation of opposite of sun and light of the morning. please read the first two parts before reading this!

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Jeongguk never thought that it could be so hard to walk around New York.

There are people everywhere, going in a thousand different directions than him, and they walk so fast Jeongguk struggles to keep up even with his long legs. The shops he caught his eyes on were always full too, making him turn away from the door and look for other places that aren't so filled to the brim. Maybe he should’ve gone somewhere not as touristy as Times Square.

But above all, the hardest part of his stroll today is walking alongside you and having to feign nonchalance about it.

Jeongguk’s life as a singer doesn’t really allow him to have much free time, and even when he does, you either have work, class, or anything in between. As a result, the both of you can’t meet often. Jeongguk is so used to just seeing your face on his phone screen, talking to you via a video call connection, that seeing your form walking beside him throws him off balance.

It’s a good thing your face is mostly covered by the camera in your hands, otherwise Jeongguk would’ve spent the entire day with a blush dusting his cheeks just from holding eye contact with you.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?”

Jeongguk squints his eyes past the camera lens covering your face, searching for your eyes which are shaded by the faded black cap sitting on your head. You only respond with a shrug, gesturing towards the camera as if to remind Jeongguk of its existence. He sighs, lifting your cap with a finger so he can look at your eyes. “Bun.”

“You’re not supposed to talk to me, you know?” you huff, trying to balance the device in your hand so Jeongguk’s face is still in frame. “I’m your cameraman for today, not your best friend.”

Jeongguk chuckles. “Camerawoman,” he corrects, “and who says I’m not allowed to talk to you? Do you think I talk to myself the entire time I’m filming vlogs like this?”

“Seems like it,” you say. “Sometimes they’re funny, but most of the time they just make me think ‘what even is he saying?’”

A slow grin spreads on Jeongguk’s face, his eyes still trained on you instead of the camera. When you look away from the small screen of the device in your hand, Jeongguk feels like his smile could split his face into two, and it must look bizarre on camera, but he doesn’t care. What he does care about is—

“You watch my vlogs?”

Suddenly, Jeongguk feels like he is not a popular singer with fans all over the world who tune in to his regular vlog updates, but just Jeon Jeongguk, a boy with a crush to impress. The way you unintentionally confirmed that you watch his vlogs makes him feel all giddy inside that it slipped his mind that you already said the same thing this morning in his hotel room.

Maybe this is what people mean when they say love makes one stupid.

“Only to see what other stupid shenanigans you do this time,” you mumble, dabbing around your face with the back of your free hand. It suspiciously looks like you’re trying to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks, but Jeongguk immediately throws that thought away from his mind. It must be the New York heat that’s making your face hot like this.

“Just admit you enjoy seeing my face on your phone that much,” Jeongguk says cheekily, settling for a response that’s annoying, teasing, but familiar for the both of you. Maybe he’ll address the not-blush on the apple of your cheeks some other time.

“Where was this confidence about me watching your Times Square performance, huh?” You punch his shoulder lightly, which he’s sure makes the image of him on camera shake and blur. “Saying I ‘ghosted’ you because your performance is ‘bad’. What nonsense was that.”

“Hey, I was really worried about you, okay?” Jeongguk pouts. “Besides, I still need your opinion on my performances, whereas my vlogs are usually just me messing around. It’s different.”

Whatever response you have prepared in your mind gets interrupted by your phone ringing, which startles you so much you almost drop the camera from your hand. Good thing Jeongguk has fast reflexes, immediately enclosing his hands around yours before you could do any damage to the device. Upon checking the caller ID, your expression turns to one of worry.

Jeongguk takes the camera away from you. “Take the call,” he says. “I’ll just be here.”

While you step away to do just that, Jeongguk takes the opportunity to finally pay attention to the camera that he has been ignoring for the past few minutes, checking himself out on the small screen and running his fingers through his hair while holding eye contact with the lense. He goes on social media often enough to know that his fans will cut this specific clip from the vlog and fangirl over how good he looks while doing that.

Sometimes he wonders whether you see those clips and have the same reaction as his fans. Do you see them and scroll past them like they’re nothing? Do you scoff at his antics? Do you shake your head with a small laugh?

There’s also a possibility of you not even seeing those clips at all, but Jeongguk likes to think he’s popular enough that his clips can’t help but still end up in your feed. (Also, it hurts his little heart too much to imagine otherwise.)

You come back to him from your phone call with anxiety written all over your face. Jeongguk doesn’t even need to inquire before you squeak out your concern yourself.

“The deadline for my midterm paper has been moved. It’s now due in five hours. Jeongguk, what do I do?”

The both of you end up going back to Jeongguk’s hotel to fish out your brick-ass laptop from your gigantic backpack, the camera in his hands still recording. You’ve told him that he could continue exploring New York on his own, bringing the camera noona like the initial plan was, but Jeongguk insisted on coming with you instead. Why would he go with anyone else when you are here?

Still, though, because he doesn’t want to lose the sense of exploring a new place, he drags you to a dessert cafe near his hotel, offering to hold your laptop in his arms while you walk the short distance to the cafe. Despite your protests, Jeongguk manages to convince you to leave the camera on for the entirety of this laptop fiasco, capturing every moment from the laptop tug-of-war in Jeongguk’s hotel room to his grin in response to your sulking face when you’re both seated in the dessert cafe.

His video editor would hate him for this, but Jeongguk doesn’t care. You’re here, in New York with him, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try his hardest to preserve any memories you make here.

“I don’t understand why you’d rather be stuck here with me than be out there exploring sunny New York in all its glory,” you huff while waiting for your laptop to turn on. It takes a while, Jeongguk notices, but your pout prevents him from saying anything about it. “What idiot has free time in New York and chooses to spend it cooped inside some random cafe?”

Jeongguk pretends to adjust the camera sitting on the table—angled in a way that it captures his face only—so he doesn’t have to look at your face when he says his next words: “Your idiot, Bun.”

You level him with a flat stare. “So you admit you’re an idiot.”

If it means being yours, sure, Jeongguk thinks. He really should stop thinking thoughts like these lest he blurt them out in front of you, on camera.

“I’m gonna order, what do you want, Bun?” Jeongguk asks as an attempt to steer the conversation away from idiots with feelings.

You look up from your (finally on) laptop screen with your head in your hands. “Anything except americano,” you mumble. “Thanks, Jeon.”

“Sure, Bun.” Jeongguk stands up from his seat, grabbing the camera to bring with him to the cashier. “You sure you don’t want anything else?”

The way you shake your head dejectedly is so uncharacteristic of you, given you’re both in a cafe filled with the smell of baked goods—something that usually brings a light of excitement into your eyes. Jeongguk can only imagine how stressful it is being a college student and having your midterm deadline be moved to hours earlier, and to experience all this while being jet lagged from a 14-hour flight prior surely doesn’t help.

Jeongguk has to physically hold himself from ducking down to engulf you in a hug, squeeze his arms around your frame until your frown is turned upside down and he can bear witness to your smile once again. For now, he can only wish that the cafe sells the type of bread you like so he can at least alleviate some of your burden with the sweet treat.

When he goes to the cashier to order, his polite smile is responded with a gasp from the cafe worker, clearly recognizing him as the popular singer. His smile turns into something more genuine—albeit a bit shy also—when the worker mentions that she’s a fan of his. After exchanging some pleasantries with her, Jeongguk proceeds to order. He just doesn’t realize how many desserts and pastries in the display case he’s pointed at until the worker asks him a question.

“Are you here with your crews?” she inquires, still tapping away at the computer screen in front of her. When Jeongguk only stares at her with wide eyes, she continues. “We can provide individual utensils for each of you if you’d like,” she offers.

Oh. Oh. Jeongguk thought she was asking for conversational purposes. “Uh, just two sets would be fine. Thank you.”

Still, it doesn’t register in his brain that he’s ordered too many pastries for two people until he’s coming back to your table with only both of your drinks on the tray in his hands. He sets your drink down next to your laptop, on which you’re typing furiously like you’re a madman chased by a tight deadline (in a way, you kind of are.)

Only when three cafe workers come back to back to your table to drop off his order of various kinds of desserts and pastries does he realize that he might have gone overboard with his order. Jeongguk can only flash a guilty smile your way when you tear your eyes away from your laptop to gape at the array of desserts in front of you.

“Are you trying to feed an entire village?” you ask incredulously.

“Hehe,” Jeongguk offers. “I was thinking about you and how you looked so stressed out because of your deadline and I just … ordered pretty much everything … for you.” He scratches his head sheepishly while setting the camera to its initial position on the corner of the table. He hopes the camera doesn’t pick up the way his cheeks blossom with heat. Or if it does, he hopes the editor cuts this part out.

Jeongguk doesn’t know if he imagines this part or not, but your eyes soften at his words and your next words are more gentle in tone. “Thank you, but there’s no way I would be able to finish all of these by myself.”

“Did you forget that you have Jeon Jeongguk for a best friend?” There’s a smug smirk on his face now, replacing the sheepish one he was sporting a few minutes ago. He likes it when you’re soft with him, vulnerable in a way only he’s allowed to see, but that’s exactly the problem: you’re both on camera, and whether or not this gets shared to the world, it’s still not as private as he would’ve liked. So he’s back on his annoying best friend persona to stop your vulnerable side from coming out.

You roll your eyes at him, but there’s a sliver of a smile on your lips.

The both of you spend the next few minutes enjoying your desserts and drinks, with Jeongguk cutting the desserts into bite-sized pieces so you can eat them with ease. He also does not forget his job as an entertainer, showing each and every one of the desserts to the camera and making sure his delightful hums are loud enough for the camera to pick up. He’s humming along to the song being played in the cafe while chewing when it suddenly plays an intro of a song he knows by heart—and judging from the way you look up from your laptop, you do too.

“Did they know you’re here?” The smile on your face is teasing.

“The cashier recognized me, said she’s a fan,” Jeongguk explains, turning his head in the direction of the cashier, trying to find the aforementioned worker. Upon making eye contact with her, Jeongguk mouths a thank you! with a smile, which she responds with a thumbs up.

“You must have made her day by coming here. Her whole week, even,” you chuckle, going back to typing on your laptop. The smile quickly drops from your face as you’re forced to go back to thinking mode for your midterm paper. Jeongguk nudges a fork full of pastry into your hand, silently asking you to eat.

“Then would you still say I’m an idiot for choosing to be here with you?”

Jeongguk said he’d leave this topic alone, revisit it later when he’s got the courage to do so, but what can he do? Your presence here with him makes him overwhelmed with feelings that sometimes it slips in between his words.

The only response he receives from you is silence. Jeongguk doesn’t know whether it’s because you didn’t want to respond or you simply just didn’t hear him. It’s most likely the latter as any attempt he makes to make you eat the desserts are useless as you’re too immersed in your paper. He ends up just feeding you bites after bites of desserts, grateful and giddy that you take them without protests as you’re typing.

As he’s cutting up more pastries for you to eat, the song changes to ‘Yes or No’, the fifth track on his latest album that he performed live two days ago at Times Square. He remembers you telling him that your friend, Yeseo, became a fan after listening to this song. Jeongguk tries to suppress a smile by biting his bottom lip as he listens to the lyrics of the song.

Are you feeling the rush?

Are we falling in love?

Say yes or no

In an interview, Jeongguk told the public that no songs from his album are based on his personal life, although he hopes he still delivered the messages of the songs well enough. What he doesn’t say, however, is that he thinks of you whenever he listens to or performs this song. It’s a song about a person in love and still wonders whether the other person is feeling the same way. Sometimes he wishes he could be honest and sing the words to you, pour out his feelings along the way, and he wishes you could feel the same way.

Jeongguk stops his activities of cutting desserts into bite-sized pieces and leans his back against his chair, staring at you. You’re still hyper-focused on your paper that you don’t notice his gaze, typing away on your laptop without a care for the love pouring out of his eyes.

Jeongguk knows you love him.

You love him enough to answer his video call at two am when you were studying. You love him enough to sacrifice sleep to watch his performance. You love him enough to book a flight to New York immediately after even though you still have a midterm paper to finish. You love him enough to walk around JFK with a heavy backpack hanging off your shoulders. You love him enough to join him exploring New York instead of resting off your jet lag.

But does that mean you love him enough to return his feelings the way he wants you to?

As he ponders the answer to that question, his hand moves on its own accord to continue feeding you the dessert he has cut up. You continue accepting the food he feeds you, and Jeongguk thinks maybe he needs to stop being selfish and just be content with whatever he has with you right now: friendship.

Although, in this moment, feeding you desserts while you do your paper, he feels like your college boyfriend he wished to be nights ago when you were a mere video on his phone. He already dresses the part—jeans and oversized hoodie—and feels the part, but that’s the thing about parts, isn’t it? That they’re not real, that they’re only there in his head.

You have cream on the corner of your lips from a particular big cut of dessert Jeongguk just fed you, and it feels like autopilot when he leans forward to swipe the cream off your lips with his thumb. He slots the thumb in between his own lips, sucking the cream clean off his skin. The innocent round of his eyes are met with the shocked round of yours, unblinking as you stare at the thumb previously on your lips, now on his.

“What?” he asks dumbly.

You shake your head. There’s an unmistakable crimson on the apple of your cheeks. “Nothing,” you say, clearing your throat. The blush on your face remains, and if Jeongguk’s sight serves him right, deepens instead. “Just, remember that you’re on camera the next time you want to do that.”

“So I can do it again if I turn off the camera?”

Jeongguk surprises himself by how steady he sounds. A tad too serious, too, and if he’s not careful, you might take it that he really wants to do it again, for real. His heart hammers in his chest as his hand inches towards the camera, fingers ready to turn the device off.

“Jeongguk,” you say slowly in a warning tone. “Namjoon will kill me if you try anything funny.”

Letting out his signature big grin, Jeongguk retracts his hand from the camera.

“Sorry, Bun. I’ll let you finish your paper in peace now.”

If you have cream on your lips again, maybe he’ll swipe it off with his lips instead. Maybe later, when he has the courage to. Maybe later, when he’s let you know how he really feels.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

a/n: thank you for reading! i still have 1 (one) more idea for this couple pair of bestfriends but not sure if i have the brain capacity to actually write it out ahaha let me know if you want to see more of them though :D

Devil's Advocate - Chapter 1

Pairing: Taehyung x reader Pastor's Daughter/Delinquent college AU

Summary:

Your father has always instilled in you the ideas of what a good, God-fearing woman should be. Humble. Steadfast. Pure. A beacon for lost souls. You knew that going to a secular university would bring temptations, but you were adamant that you would not stray from the path. 

That is, until your father had you witness to campus delinquent Kim Taehyung. Charming and devilishly charismatic, Taehyung makes you question everything you thought you knew about what a “good” woman should be. 

If you missed the prologue it's here.

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Rating: Mature Warnings: Mentions of drinking, sex, drugs, partying, etc. Nothing major in this chapter. Future smut. ________________

Chapter 1:

“Why would someone do something like that?” you asked, staring down at the picture on your phone.  “I don’t know, sweetheart,” you dad’s voice crackled through the speaker. “I can only guess that he’s clearly lost and hurting.”  You stared once again at the photo displayed across your screen. A black, horned figure stared back at you with the letters HAIL SATA scrawled in red underneath. At least they didn’t finish the last word. Could someone go to Hell for saying that? You weren’t sure. It made you uncomfortable though. 

You didn’t like to think about anyone going to Hell. Suffering for eternity with no way out? A lifetime of being burned alive? Your throat started to close up and you knew you had to stop thinking about it too much or you would have an anxiety attack. That happened sometimes when you thought about Hell too much. It’s why you always tried to make sure you were on the right side of the Bible. 

“Do they know who did it?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Caught him trying to scale a fence. The paint on his forefinger matched the colors on the wall. He spent the night in custody. They’re asking if I want to press charges.” 

“Do you?” you asked. 

“Well, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I’d like to negotiate his sentence. Some community service would do him some good, don’t you think?”  “I suppose,” you mentioned, not sure where your dad was going with this.  “I need you to monitor it.” 

“Monitor what?” you said, not quite putting two and two together. 

“The community service. Are you listening?” 

“Yeah, sorry,” you said, shaking your head rid of the thoughts that had crept in. You’d started thinking about Hell again. “Why me?” you asked.  “Because I trust you,” he said. You groaned internally. “I need you to witness to this boy. He’s a lost soul and needs to be brought to the Lord. It’s only for a few weeks. Saturday mornings from eight to noon. I know you can do that.” 

You sighed. Your father always did this. You were tired of the guilt trips, but they still worked every time. Besides, what’s more important to you? Sleeping in on Saturdays or someone’s eternal fate? You were being selfish.  “Fine, but I want a leadership role at the youth center this year.” 

“Done. I’ll call you later with more details. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

You slumped forward. There goes the rest of your Saturday mornings. They were the only day out of the week you actually got to sleep in, since you had Church every Sunday morning. 

At least you’d be working closely with Noah during the week. You melted a little even thinking about him. 

He was the praise and worship leader for the campus youth group, and the most attractive man you’d ever seen. You’d kissed last summer during a game of truth or dare among the rest of the staff at the summer camp, but haven’t made progress on that front since. 

You sighed and fell back into bed, acknowledging that this was likely your only opportunity to sleep in for a while, allowing your thoughts to stay on Noah and go as far as you could before it turned to lust (a sin).

----

The chilly mid-October wind sent shivers coursing through you. Three weeks had passed since your dad had informed you that you’d be conducting community service. It was 7:56 AM and you were standing, clipboard in hand, next to the marred wall of the youth center, waiting for the delinquents to show up. 

Delinquents, plural. Apparently, they caught the guy’s accomplice with the help of security footage.  

“Excuse me, am I in the right place?” 

You looked up from the clipboard to see a young man with a friendly smile. 

“Name?” you asked.

“Park Jimin,” he answered. You looked down at your clipboard and wrote the time next to his name. 

Park Jimin had swishy blonde hair that partially obscured his forehead. He’d ran his hands through it three different times since introducing himself, so it was messy on top, but in a way that let you know that he knew it was attractive. He didn’t look much like a delinquent. At least not the kind you’d pictured in your head.

You weren’t sure what exactly you were expecting. Tattoos? Shabby clothes? Piercings? Jimin had piercings, but only on his ears, which was fairly normal these days. Even Noah had pierced ears. 

Jimin wore a pair of black jeans with a black hoodie and a denim jacket overtop. So okay, maybe he could fit the role of “delinquent” but you wouldn’t guess it just by meeting him once. 

“Good. Okay yes, you’re in the right place. Do you know where the other guy is?” you asked. 

“Taehyung? Not sure. He should be here soon though. He knew we had this today.”  It was 7:59. You had to report him to your father if he wasn’t there by 8:00. You sighed. Was it so hard for people to be on time? You arrived to everything at least five minutes early and had no problem with it. It irked you whenever people blatantly disregarded rules, but you supposed you could have expected so much from someone who vandalizes houses of worship for fun. In your mind, that was just mean. 

Your father characterized him as someone who was just sad and hurting. And maybe he was, but really, he was just a jerk. 

When he still hadn’t arrived at 8:10, you realized he probably wasn’t going to and determined that there was no sense wasting time. 

“Okay Jimin. You see the buckets and sponges over there? Grab a sponge and start scrubbing.” 

“Aye,” he answered and walked off. He was much more chipper than you’d have expected for a criminal. But then again, Jesus hung out with criminals, so they couldn’t be all bad. 

You didn’t talk much. Jimin got to work quickly and you observed, not knowing what else to do. A semi-awkward silence fell between the two of you and you busied yourself flipping through the pages on your clipboard. 

It had all the rules and regulations you needed to follow, as well as the schedule for the next twelve weeks. Jimin and Taehyung were to report to each location by 8:00 AM sharp. Failure to do so would mean another week of community service tacked on to the end of the program. They could potentially shorten their sentence if they demonstrated punctuality and good behavior, but not before they’d scrubbed and painted the wall they’d vandalized. 

You’d read through all the instructions several times, yet you still had a feeling you were underprepared for this. Were you really just supposed to watch them? Or were you supposed to help them, too? You deliberated for a while until a deep voice brought you out of your thoughts. 

“I’m here for my community service?” 

You were greeted by a mop of messy black hair hiding a pair of dark, indifferent eyes. He wore a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and matching black jeans with rips on the knees. He wasn’t dressed all too different than his counterpart Jimin, but something about the way he carried himself made you suspect that he wasn’t all too concerned with other people’s feelings.  “Taehyung?” you asked.  He nodded. You checked the time. 8:42. 

“You’re forty-two minutes late,” you said. He blinked, but didn’t respond any further. “Which means I’ll have to report this.” 

He shrugged. “So report it.” 

You were a bit taken aback by his attitude. It was a stark contrast to Jimin’s friendliness. But then again, you weren’t sure what you’d been expecting. 

“Well, grab a sponge and get to work, I guess.” 

He did exactly that, wordlessly taking his place beside his accomplice. Together they scrubbed, not making much progress overall. It took them the entire session to reach a state where some of the graffiti could be painted over. That would have to wait for next week, though. 

“That’s all the time we have for this session,” you said once it had reached noon. “See you next week.”  Without even saying bye or offering to help clean up the supplies, Taehyung dropped his sponge and walked away. Jimin was a little kinder, telling you he’d see you next week and placing his sponge back in the bucket. 

“So that’s how it’s going to be,” you muttered to yourself, and got to work cleaning up the supplies. 

----

“So what was it like?” your friend Ava asked. 

You shrugged in response. “ I don’t know. They’re delinquents,” you said. “One of them was fine, I guess. The other was a bit of a jerk. But it was just kind of boring, really. They didn’t talk much. I just kind of watched them work.” 

“A jerk how?” she asked. You could tell she was desperate for more information. She’d been hoping to hear an exciting story about how “bad kids” acted, and you got where she was coming from. You’d always been curious, too. 

The church elders (your parents included) had always warned you about who to befriend and who to stay away from. These bad kids who go out drinking every night and get themselves into bad situations. In their stories, they always end up addicted to drugs and feeling lost with God in their lives. These were the people who needed to be witnessed to. But how were you supposed to tell them about God if you were supposed to avoid them?  It was all very confusing to you. 

Both Ava and you had grown up entirely within the church community. Both of you had gone to private school, and while there were definitely some people there who were more misbehaved than the two of you, there were no real bad kids. 

The biggest scandal you’d seen is when you found out Jason Carver had sex with his girlfriend. Which, admittedly, was a pretty big scandal because you were under the impression that everyone in that school had taken their purity vows seriously. 

You couldn’t fathom what possessed Jason to commit such an outright sin. You were sure Jesus would forgive him, but seriously. What was he thinking? 

Although the boys hadn’t been given quite as many purity talks as the girls had. Each of the girls in the school were given a silver ring called a “promise ring” signifying your promise to stay pure until marriage. There was a whole big ceremony, too. Getting your promise ring was a huge deal in school. It was basically a coming-of-age ceremony. 

You fiddled with the silver ring still on your finger. Ava had a matching one. You two had also made a friend pact where you’d both stay virgins until marriage. Though you weren’t sure how that would work out, because both of you had plans to marry Noah and both of you were stubborn enough to hold out for him. 

Regardless, the church community was pretty close-knit, and neither of you had interacted much with people who didn’t follow the same code of conduct. You could tell Ava was fascinated by the idea but so far, nothing too exciting had happened. 

“Both of them drink alcohol though,” you mentioned. “I overheard them talking about a party they’d gone to the previous Friday, and Taehyung had mentioned he was really hungover and that’s why he’d woken up late.” He said this only to Jimin, not to you. 

“Wow. I wonder what that’s like.” 

“Ava!” You scolded. 

“Oh, whatever. Jesus himself drank wine,” and you just shrugged, because you didn’t have an argument for that. She was right. You supposed drinking didn’t go against the Bible. Just the rules your parents had laid out for you. 

“Come on, we’re going to be late to practice,” she said. “Maybe we’ll get to see Noah.” 

You picked up your pace. 

----

Noah was indeed there, looking very Jesus-like with his long hair in a bun on top of his head and his scruffy face. You supposed that might have been what drew you to him in the first place. He wore loose-fitting jeans slung low on his waist, a pair of Birkenstock sandals, and a plain white V-neck tight across his chest. He had a silver cross necklace that matched the silver purity ring. 

Noah was impossible not to fall for. He played guitar in the worship band, had the voice of an angel, and really practiced what he preached. So much so that it had been him to stop your kiss from progressing last summer, saying he didn’t want to do anything with you that either of you would regret.  

A man who protects your purity rather than challenges it? What could be hotter? 

“Okay, let’s run through ‘He Reigns’ again,” said Noah, and he began to strum out the opening lines. Ava was on keys, Darian was on drums, and Josh played bass. You and Noah sang. 

It’s the song of the redeemed

Rising from the African plain. 

It’s the song of the forgiven

Drowning out the Amazon rain.

You launched into a harmony with Noah. This was one of your all-time favorite worship songs. You loved harmonizing with him. Your voices blended together so perfectly that the act felt almost intimate. Sometimes you’d hit a really beautiful note and you and Noah would lock eyes and it felt like you were singing to each other. 

Every night before bed, you prayed that God would bring the two of you together. And perhaps if you were good enough, he would answer those prayers, so you also prayed that He would be with you to help you not sin as much. Anything to improve your chances. 

-----

Taehyung was not thinking about his community service tomorrow. Six beers deep, he was only thinking of how he could see Madison Lewis’s nipples through her silky white shirt and that he’d like to wrap his lips around them if he could. 

Madison hasn’t let him hit it in a while. Not that he was desperate. He’s had plenty of women since her, and will have plenty of women in the future. But she was always a particularly good fuck. Something about how unashamedly loud she moaned his name—especially when there were people just outside the bedroom door—really sent him. 

She’d been making eyes at him all night, and he had a feeling tonight would be his chance if he played his cards right. 

He kept his distance from her. She liked to play hard to get but didn’t want someone that simped for her too hard. He’d have to find his moment. If he knew her well enough, she’d get tired of the charade and present an opening to him, and then he’d move in for the kill. 

That’s what set Madison apart. Taehyung was a hunter. He had no problem getting laid on a regular basis, but most women made it too easy. He barely had to show them attention for them to be practically throwing themselves at him. A good fuck is a good fuck, but he preferred a challenge. 

Not that she would be super challenging, but at least she understood the game. Fucking her was like playing chess. There was strategy involved and she knew how to hold her own. The better he played, the more rewarding she’d be. She was reliable in that way. 

Plus, she was one of the only women who knew what it was. She didn’t linger. She got in and got out without trying to pretend it was something it wasn’t—or worse, trying to force it into something it was never meant to be. 

Too many times, he’d bang a girl who had played it cool with him at first, only to get obsessed and practically stalk him afterwards until he was forced to tell her he wasn’t interested. Whoever it was would cry and make him out to be the asshole, when he had been up-front about what he wanted from the beginning. For some reason, they always believe they were going to be the one to change him. They never were. 

And okay, he might be an asshole in the fact that he always knows which of them will get clingy. By now, he’s had enough experience to tell. They come on too strong. They give him too many openings, worrying that he somehow didn’t understand what they were trying to communicate if he responded the first time. He got the hint. He just wasn’t interested.  

At least he wasn’t interested if there were still other options available. If he got to the end of the night and all the good options had been taken, he’d throw them a bone and give them a good time, fully knowing that he was in for a week or two of headaches after they realized that he wasn’t going to suddenly fall in love.

Madison caught his eye and gave him a once-over. He was in. She turned to climb the stairs, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked and he followed, taking one last swig of his drink before setting it down on a nearby table and following her up. 

----

“Any idea where he is?” you asked Jimin. 

It was 8:07 and Taehyung still hadn’t shown up yet. Jimin shrugged. “I was with him at Jungkook’s party last night, but he disappeared and didn’t come back to our place. My guess is with Madison.”  “I don’t know any of those people,” you said. 

Jimin laughed, showing a charmingly crooked front tooth. “No, I guess you wouldn’t.” 

“Why is he going out partying if he knows he has community service in the morning?” you asked. 

Jimin chuckled as he pried the lid off the paint can. “I’m guessing you don’t get out much.” 

“What do you mean by that?” you asked. 

“Have you been to a party before?” 

“Sure.” 

“I mean one with alcohol,” he deadpanned. You blushed. “That’s what I thought.” 

“Why do you ask?”

“Because if you’ve been to a party, you’d understand why we go even if we have to get up early. That’s the fun of it. You get drunk. You hook up. You meet new people and you suffer the consequences because that’s what life is about.” 

“Life is about more than just partying.” 

“Something tells me you could use a bit of fun,” he replied. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you said, offended. 

“Nothing,” he said, now pouring the paint into the tray and swiping his blonde hair across his face. “Just that you seem a little uptight is all.” 

You wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but you didn’t want to prove him right by getting upset about it, so you said nothing. 

Jimin sighed. “Look, I didn’t mean for this to become a whole thing. I was just teasing.” 

“I’m not upset,” you said, albeit defensively.

“Clearly.” 

You sat with his comment for a moment. 

“I have fun,” you said. 

Jimin smiled to himself. “I’m sure you have plenty of fun.” 

“I do!” you protested. “Just not the kind of fun that ends up in having to do a semester of community service.” 

He chuckled again, the smile not once having left his face. 

“Say what you want, but you and I are both roped into this for the next eleven weeks.” 

You didn’t have a response to that. 

“Sorry I’m late,” you heard from behind you. You looked up and saw Taehyung panting. “In my defense I didn’t know that being late meant serving more time.” 

“You just thought there wouldn’t be consequences?” you asked. He shrugged, removing his hood. A deep purple bruise had appeared on the side of his neck. 

“Shit,” said Jimin and gave a low whistle. “Madison?” 

Taehyung grinned and nodded. 

“Good for you, man.” 

“I’ll remind you that we’re on church grounds. Please watch your language,” you said. 

Taehyung and Jimin shared a look that you knew was meant to mock you, but you were adamant. They could behave however they wanted on the own time, but this was your time. 

“We were just talking about how Saint Mary over here could use a little fun,” said Jimin as he handed Taehyung a paint roller. 

“Ha, ha,” you said sarcastically. “My name isn’t Mary.” 

“Might as well be,” said Jimin. 

At that Taehyung snickered. “Why does he think you could use more fun?” asked Taehyung. 

“He’s judging me because I’ve never been to a drinking party.” 

“A drinking party?” asked Taehyung. “Did you hear that, Jimin? A drinking party!” he said, clutching at his chest in mock scandalization.  

“Again, you are literally both serving community service right now. I don’t think you’re the right judge for what kind of fun I should be having.” 

Taehyung didn’t speak for a second, then held out his hand for you to shake. “Alright, I’ll give you that.” 

“Thanks,” you said, shaking his hand. 

“So do you actually attend this church?” he said. 

“Every Sunday,” you said. “And by the way, thanks for vandalizing it. Not like it’s an important place to me or anything.” 

“I stand by what I did,” said Taehyung. 

“Sorry Mary,” said Jimin. “Won’t do it again.” 

“Again, my name isn’t Mary. And don’t think I’m going to let you off easily. It’s because of you two that I’m roped into doing this for the next however many weeks.” 

“Why’d you get stuck with this? They aren’t paying you?” 

“No,” you replied, pointing to the wall to refocus them on the task at hand. They picked up on the hint and started working again. “My dad’s the pastor at the church that sponsors this youth center.” 

“Oh,” said Taehyung, eyebrows disappearing up under his fringe. His expression turned unreadable. “So you’re a pastor’s daughter?” 

“Tae,” Jimin said, soft but stern. They shared a look you couldn’t decipher and you sensed the tone of the conversation had shifted to one you weren’t familiar with. Jimin looked serious. You couldn’t determine what expression was on Taehyung’s face. Something hung in the air between the two of you and you had a sneaking suspicion you weren’t going to like it. 

-----

“A pastor’s daughter!” Taehyung repeated when they got back to their shared apartment. 

“Don’t even think about it,” said Jimin. 

“A pastor’s daughter, though.” 

“Absolutely not.”

“Whyyyyy?” Taehyung whined. 

“For one, I have to spend the next ten weeks with her. So if you fuck her over, guess who has to hear about it? Me. And second of all, you could never. That chick is so prude she wouldn’t open her legs for Jesus himself.” 

Taehyung laughed at the imagery. “She’s kind of cute though, in a mousy, goody-two-shoes, kind of way.” 

“Taehyung, I am begging you. Do not make this some sort of mission to bed her. There are enough prude women out there that offer whatever kind of challenge you’re looking for. Leave this one alone.” 

But Taehyung had already started fantasizing about what you looked like under your high-necked sweater. Not only would this be a major challenge for him, it would be the ultimate fuck-you to the church. Sleeping with the pastor’s daughter? Taking her virginity? Corrupting the innocent? How could he say no to that?  

And beyond that, he actually had some level of sympathy for you. Clearly you were raised in a household where you had to subscribe to that shit. You probably never even questioned your devotion to this made-up religion. You’d never been to a party. You definitely had never gone past first base with anyone. You lived life with such rigidity and fear of wrongdoing that you probably never let yourself stray from that tightrope. 

All that pent-up self-control? He could only imagine what the release of it would be like. 

In his mind, he’d be doing you a disservice by not exposing you to the other side. 

-----

“I want to go to a drinking party,” Ava whined. 

“Are you serious?” 

“What? It sounds like fun. We don’t have to drink. We could just go and have a good time and stay sober.” 

“Am I the only one who doesn’t want to risk getting an underage?” The two of you were headed to the World History class you shared on Mondays. She’d been prying you for more information on “the bad boys” as she called them. “And you really want to come home smelling like weed and booze and whatever else happens at those parties?” 

“Sex?” 

“Ava!” 

“I just want to know what life is like on the other side is all.” 

You sighed. “We don’t need to know what it’s like on the other side. It’s probably just a bunch of idiots getting sloppy drunk and grinding on each other.” 

Ava laughed. “You’re so judgy! God won’t send us to Hell for attending one party.” 

“I know,” you said, though your throat tightened infinitesimally at the mention of it, because really, who could know for sure? God could be testing you.  

“Just promise me, if they invite you to one, you’ll bring me along?” 

You laughed. “I doubt they’ll invite me to one. They seem like they already have all the friends they want.” 

“You never know!” she said. 

“True.” 

Part of you was also curious about what happened at these parties that made them so fun that Taehyung and Jimin still went even when they had to get up early, but another part of you wondered if this was His way of testing your commitment to determine if you were worthy of Noah. 

If it was a test, what would you need to do to pass? 

-----

“You’re on time,” you said. 

“Yeah, who’d have thought?” Taehyung replied. It was 7:48, and he had gone home early from Jungkook’s party last night, without a girl in tow, in order to get ready for his community service.

“Is Jimin with you?” you asked. 

“He should be here soon. He was showering when I left.” 

“Okay. Well, I guess we should get back to work.”  Painting was finished last week, so this week, Jimin and Taehyung were to rake the leaves that had fallen on the ground and in the parking lot. Taehyung got to work immediately and without complaint. 

“How was your weekend?” he asked. 

“It was good. Yours?” 

“Good, good. Tried taking some of your advice and left the party early last night. Didn’t even get that drunk.” 

Had you misjudged Taehyung? He had seemed so cold to you at first, but he’d already become much friendlier than he had been that first week. 

You laughed. “Already turning over a new leaf, huh? I knew you’d see the light.” 

“Something like that,” he said. “Did you go to church?” 

You had a feeling there was something hiding behind that question, but you decided to entertain him. 

“I did. Why?” 

He shrugged, continuing to watch himself work rather than look at you while he spoke. “No reason.” 

“Okay then,” you said, guarded. 

“Do you go every week?” he asked after a few more moments. 

“I do.” 

“And do you like it?” he asked. 

“Why are you asking all these questions? You thinking of giving your life to God?” You meant it to be teasing, but it came out more bitter than you intended. 

He smiled to himself. “Just curious as to what you get from it. Why you’re so devoted.” 

“It’s not all rules and restrictions, you know,” you said, feeling yourself growing more defensive. “It can actually be kind of fun, and pretty meaningful too.” 

“If you say so,” he said. “I just don’t see the fun in being told how to live.” 

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” you said. “I like having some guidelines to live by.” 

He simply shrugged and went back to raking. You fell into an uncomfortable silence. 

“It’s not like that all the time,” you continued after a while, watching him rake leaves into a modest pile. “There’s a lot of encouragement. And it can be really rewarding to devote yourself to a greater cause.” 

“Seems like a cult to me.” 

“It’s not a cult.” 

You’d heard the arguments from people before, especially online. Every Atheist you’ve ever talked to does this same dance. They are upset that you believe in something they don’t like, and react by trying to disprove God. Each of them brings up their own version of the same argument, all thinking that they, in their brilliance, have somehow got it all figured out and can change your opinion. They never can. 

Newsflash, nobody in the history of forever has ever been able to prove or disprove the existence of God. You either believe or you don’t. And you believed. 

“I just can’t get over the whole sex thing,” he said after a while. 

It took you a few moments to register what he had said. When you did, you inhaled sharply through your nose. Nobody in your social circle ever talked about sex openly, aside from saying how they wouldn’t have sex before marriage. You sensed this conversation could be a dangerous one, but he had your curiosity.  

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, you’re not allowed to have sex, right?” 

“Not until marriage,” you said. 

“How do you live like that? I could never.” 

On the surface level, there was a part of you that was aware that most people in the secular world did not actually wait for marriage, but because you’d been mostly confined to your immediate social circle, you hadn’t actually conversed with someone who was so openly comfortable with talking about sex. You were both intrigued and so far out of your comfort zone that you struggled to keep up. 

“I avoid tempting situations,” you said, noticing it was more difficult now to hide the smile that insisted on growing. You liked this topic, you realized. And that scared you enough that you couldn’t look him in the eye and instead opted for staring at a spot on the ground. 

“How do you not get into tempting situations?” 

“I don’t know. I just…don’t?” 

This seemed to spark something in Taehyung. “Do you just…not think about it? What happens when you’re talking to an attractive guy?” 

“What do you mean? I just talk. I mean sure, I might get giddy or nervous, but I don’t like…I don’t know,” you trailed off. “What happens to you when you talk to an attractive woman?” 

“I honestly don’t know if I should tell you, sweet child. It might be too much for your virgin ears.” 

“Gross,” you said. 

Taehyung threw his head back into a big belly laugh. “I can’t help it! I love women. They’re so beautiful and…just…sexy.” He said this while drawing a set of hourglass curves with his hands. 

“Okay, but can’t you admire them without lusting?” you asked. 

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. That’s asking me not to breathe. What’s the point? I’m not interested in being a masochist.” 

You leaned against the brick building and crossed your arms, sizing him up. 

“You’re not afraid of the consequences?” 

He faced you, leaning on his rake. “Consequences? Like STDs or pregnancy? I’m not an idiot. I use protection.” 

“No, I mean. Like. Aren’t you afraid of going to Hell?” 

“Hell?” he asked, bewildered. “You believe in that?”  

You looked at him, wide-eyed. “Yeah,” you answered. “Don’t you?” 

“No!” he said. “I always thought it was something that adults made up to scare children into behaving.” 

“It could be real.”

“Doubt it,” he said. “And if it was, I think it would take a lot more than a few fucks to wind up there. That being said,” he shrugged, and went back to raking, “a life without sex seems pretty hellish to me.” 

“What’d I miss?” It was Jimin, out of breath from having jogged to where you were. You looked at your watch. 8:05. 

“Nothing. You’re late.” 

“Sorry,” he said with his Cheshire cat-like grin. You imagined this grin has gotten him out of trouble numerous times. 

“Better get to work,” you said. He nodded and went to grab a rake. You thought about not reporting his tardiness, but ultimately decided that consequences were probably what these boys needed more than anything. 

-----

“Ladies and gentlemen, there is a war going on. And it’s not a war of the physical realm. No, it’s a war for the soul of the world,” Pastor Jeremy said, in his stern but somber preacher voice. 

This was a common theme for sermons. How there is a constant and ongoing battle for the soul of the world, and how Satan and his army are using every tool in their belt to corrupt the hearts of the innocent. 

“It is our job,” he continued, “to make sure the devil doesn’t win.” 

A message of evangelism. According to many pastors, it was each of our responsibility to save the souls of everyone else. Church goers do this through all sorts of methods. Missions trips were popular. You’d been on one to Guatemala when you were in high school. A group of students went down to build schools and teach other kids about the gospel. 

But lately something had been bugging you about this kind of message. Because what if Taehyung was right, and Hell didn’t exist? What if it was just something adults told to children to scare them into behaving? 

And furthermore, did that mean that your faith was only present because you were afraid of going to Hell? What would your relationship with God look like if you didn’t fear that fate? Would you have one at all? 

These questions weighed on you heavily. 

“Hey,” said Noah, nudging you with his elbow. The sermon had ended, and you’d gotten up and started walking out along with everyone else without fully realizing what you were doing. You, Noah, and a few other students from the campus ministry usually went out for lunch after church on Sundays. 

“Hey,” you said, falling into stride with him as he walked into the foyer. 

“What’s up?” he asked. “You seemed a little distracted today.” 

It was odd of Noah to comment on your demeanor. You weren’t used to him paying enough attention to you to mention anything. 

“Oh. Maybe I was. I didn’t notice.” 

He put his hands in his front pockets and leaned his weight on one hip. He looked good in this pose, and it was possible he knew that. 

“Anything on your mind?” he asked. 

You shrugged. “Not that I can think of.” 

Noah seemed to notice the difference in your mood. Normally, you’d be the one asking him all the questions in an attempt to connect. 

“I know what it is,” said Ava, sidling up to the two of you, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Or should I say who.” 

“Ava,” you warned.

“Who?” asked Noah, his interest piqued. 

You sighed in frustration. Ava, for as good of a friend she was, loved involving herself in drama and jumped at the chance to involve everyone else, too. 

“Oh, just a certain delinquent,” she said in a teasing lilt. 

You didn’t know why you even told Ava about the conversation you’d had with Taehyung. You’d like to think she wouldn’t use that information to her advantage, but she hadn’t always been the most reliable friend. Truly, she was as much a friend because of circumstance as she was a friend because you shared any solid connection. 

Few people understood what it was like to grow up in a church and be sent to a Christian school. Your graduating class only had fifteen people. You connected with Ava the most out of everyone, but that didn’t mean you trusted her very much. 

And you were right to be hesitant, considering she was currently repeating your private conversation to Noah simply to gain his attention. 

“Is that so?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “And who is this delinquent?” 

“You’ll have to ask her dad about that one.” 

“I’m not listening to this,” you said. “I have sleep I need to catch up on. I’ll see you guys later.” 

Truthfully, it was just an excuse to get away from them and clear your head. As much as you usually craved opportunities to spend time with Noah, you were not feeling it today. 

Ava was right. You were distracted because of a certain delinquent, and you couldn’t pretend that you weren’t. There was just something about him you couldn’t get out of your head. 

Perhaps this was Jesus telling you that you needed to spend more time with him. Perhaps maybe you’d be the one to guide him towards the light? 

On the other hand, it could be temptation from the enemy. In which case, you needed to guard your heart. 

The only way to know for sure was to pray about it, which you had been doing in earnest, but there was still no clear answer in front of you. 

-----

“So I have a theory,” Taehyung said softly as he took a break from vacuuming the carpet of the worship center. Jimin was across the room, headphones in and head bobbing as he dusted the backs of the chairs. 

“And what is that?” 

“Okay, so it’s possible that you magically just have an inhuman amount of self-control, and I’m not saying it’s impossible, but I’m willing to bet that it’s more likely you just haven’t been tested.” 

“Taehyung, what are you talking about?” you asked. 

He placed his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. 

“Our conversation last week,” he said.

“Okay, and?” 

“You say it’s not hard for you to avoid tempting situations, but I imagine you probably don’t get into many with the crowd you run with. Like, have you ever even kissed a guy?” 

“Why is that any of your business?” you said. 

He took the tiniest side-step closer to you. “Just making conversation.” 

You took a deep breath, trying to decide whether or not to play whatever his game was. On the one hand, it really wasn’t any of his business. That being said, you were interested to see where he was going to go with this. 

“Okay, I’ll bite. I have kissed before.” 

“One of the church guys?” he asked, shifting his body to face you more. 

“Mhmm,” you nodded. “At summer camp last year.” 

“Who initiated?” 

“He did, but we’d been flirting all summer before then.”  “And when was this? What happened? Paint me a verbal picture.” Taehyung was visibly interested, shifting his weight from converse-clad foot to converse-clad foot as he looked at you expectantly. You had to admit that it was kind of cute. 

“It was late August,” you said. “Like I said, he and I had been flirting all summer. It was the last night of camp, and all of the counselors were having an end-of-year party.” 

“You were a counselor? Oh man, this is too good.” 

“What does me being a counselor have anything to do with it?” you asked. 

“Nothing. Keep going.” 

You rolled your eyes, thinking that you might not even want to know the reason. “So anyway, we take a walk down to the beach. The sun had already set by that point and it was a new moon, so we could barely see anything. We get down to the beach and decide to go for a nighttime swim.” 

“Oh, damn,” he said. 

“Language,” you said. “We are in a house of God.” 

He made the sign of the cross and put his hands together in mock prayer. “Forgive me. Go on.” 

You had to admit, it felt good to have someone hanging on your every word like this, even if his motives were less than ideal. 

“Okay. So don’t get too excited. We were still wearing our bathing suits under our clothes from the beach game tournament we’d had with the campers earlier that day. But we get in the water, and he’s like ‘where are you?’ because we couldn’t see anything, and I reached out my hand. He took it and pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me. Then he said he really enjoyed hanging out with me this summer and asked if he could kiss me.” 

“He asked? Ugh.” He scoffed. 

“What’s wrong with that? It was sweet. He respected me.” 

“It was weak,” Taehyung said. “No wonder nothing else happened.” 

“What do you mean by that?” you said, crossing your arms. You had appreciated that Noah cared about getting consent before he kissed you. 

“I don’t know how to explain this concept,” he said, resting his hand on his chin, “but it’s like, a guy who asks to kiss a woman is kind of a coward. When you really want to kiss someone, you just do it and risk getting shot down.” 

“I don’t know about that,” you said. “I always thought it was like, a sign that a guy respects you.” 

“Nuh-uh,” he said. “It means he’s afraid of rejection. A guy who respects you reads your body language. He’d know whether or not you want to kiss him because he’d pay attention to how you’re acting. You wouldn’t have to spell it out for him.” 

“Huh,” you said, processing what he had said. You’d never considered it like that before, but looking back, you had put in a lot of work dropping hints to Noah, going as far as to make it obvious that you were into him. 

“How was the kiss?” he said. 

“It was nice.” 

Taehyung slapped his thigh and barked out a laugh. 

“So it sucked.” 

“What? No! It was really nice.” 

“Trust me,” he said. “If it would have been a good kiss, you wouldn’t describe it as ‘nice.’” 

“I don’t know if I agree with you,” you said. “I think a kiss can just be nice sometimes.” 

“Yeah, if you’re an old married couple maybe. But it just goes to show that you’ve never actually been properly kissed. And that you don’t know true temptation.” 

“I don’t think I like this conversation anymore,” you said. “It feels like you’re making fun of me.” 

“I might be, just a little bit,” he said. You bristled. “And I’m sorry,” he finished. “I don’t mean to be making fun of you. I just think you’re missing out on some really important life experiences. And frankly, it’s a shame that the men in your life have failed you so terribly.” 

You softened a bit. “I don’t like being mocked. This is something I’m sensitive about. Truthfully, I did wish the kiss would have been a little bit more…I don’t know,” you trailed off. 

“Passionate?” he offered. 

“Yeah. I’d dreamed my whole life of my first kiss, and when it finally happened, it was exciting because it was Noah, but—,” 

He perked up. “Noah?”

You hadn’t meant to say his name. 

“Pretend I didn’t say that.” 

“Does Noah go here?” he asked. 

“Taehyung, please. I don’t want any drama.” 

“I promise I won’t say anything. I’m just curious.” 

“I’m not telling you anything else about him,” you said. “All you need to know is that he kissed me. It was okay. And then he stopped because he didn’t want to get tempted.” 

Taehyung made a face when you said that last part, and you knew there was something behind it, but you didn’t want to ask. He would just make fun of you again, you were sure.

“All done!” called Jimin from across the room. “Want me to start on the windows?” he asked.

“That would be great, actually,” you called over. “Take Taehyung with you.” 

Jimin gave you a thumbs up. Taehyung shifted his weight again, looking like he wanted to say something else, but you nodded towards Jimin to signal that he should get back to work. He got the hint and left you alone with your thoughts. 

You sat on the steps leading up to the alter and crossed your arms over your knees, resting your chin on them. 

You were disappointed in the kiss, you realized. Taehyung was right, and you hadn’t even noticed until now. After that night, you and Noah hadn’t spoken about it again. It was as if it had never happened. 

You had always surmised you were just better at self-control than your secular peers, but what if that wasn’t true? What if Taehyung was right about the rest too, and you were missing out on all these important experiences? 

You supposed that was a good thing. After all, it could get you in a lot of trouble and lead you down a bad road. But then again, how were you supposed to resist temptation in the future if you had no experience with it? What would happen when something came along that did tempt you? How would you handle it? 

Did you even want to know?  

____ Author's note:

I'm Baaaaaaaaaack!

Deep | 01

✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader

✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract

✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content

✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees.

✧ word count: 8.5k+

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The music was loud, I couldn't even hear myself calling his name . It was dark, making it hard for me to find him as I walked through the crowd. I would push people out of my way, some too high or drunk to hear me asking them to move.

Bumping into a group of guys someones drink tipped over and the beer spilled on my shirt making me scrunch my nose at the smell. "sorry, i didn't do it on purpose" the guy laughs, as he eyes you.

"don't worry about it"

you push through them, ignoring their stares. Where the fuck are you yoongi. you kept walking until you found a familiar figure who's body was pressed up against another girl. sighing you walk up to him. "Yoongi" you call out, but he ignores you and continues to dance with the girl, getting frustrated you call his name again only to have the girl give you a glare.

Her hand travels down to his pants as he palms him, making him smirk. "yoongi" you whine. Putting your hand on his shoulder, shaking him. He groans, turning his head to look at you, annoyed.

"what do you want y/n"

why the fuck are you looking at me like that, I'm the only one who can be mad here.

"I want to go home" I cross my arms, showing him just how annoyed I was too..

"then go home" he goes back to paying attention to the girl in front of him. "but you drove us here, yoongi come on"yoongi sighs, reaching his hand into his pocket. He takes out the keys tossing them at you "just go home"

"Yoongi, seriously?" I whine The girl with him was getting angry, she lets go of yoongi and stands in front of you. "bitch didn't you just hear him. he said to go home on your own" she pushes you, making you stumble backwards, bumping into other people.

yoongi groans, ruffling his hair.

"you're still standing there" she lifts her hand to hit you again, but yoongi grabs her wrist. "there's only one  thing that pisses me off and it's when someone disrespects her" pushing the girl aside he walks up to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder, he glances at the girl once more "you ruined the mood"

yoongi starts to walk, taking you with him. you glance at the girl who was shocked at his words, she glares at you once she notices your stare. you stick your tongue out at her.

"you're such a child" he chuckles. Looking at the guy who was just over there feeling himself, instead you see your best friend. "i'm not a child"

"yeah ok, as if people our age still stick their tongue out at people" he rolls his eyes, he starts scrunching his nose. he stares at you "did you drink?"

"no, some guy d-"

"what guy? what he do?" he stops walking and looks at you with a stern look. as if he was sober all of a sudden.

sighing you shake your head "I bumped into some guy and he spilled some on me" you begin to walk towards the exit. "can we go home now?" you ask him, as he walks beside you.  "yeah, let's go home, i'm too fucked over and we have classes tomorrow" he sighs, rubbing his temple. you laugh at him, since you told him coming on a Sunday was just a bad idea, but he insisted.

Min yoongi, your childhood best friend. both of you were raised in daegu but moved to Seoul after entering university. Both your parents were best friends, so you both were basically raised together. photos of the two of you in diapers or butt naked in the tub are all over the house. After both of you got accepted to the same university, your parents got you both apartments in the same building, right next to each other.

your father gave yoongi the responsibility to look after you, and he's kept his promise. You both are like gum and paper, inseparable. 

driving home, yoongi sat in the passengers seat resting his eyes. He was tired and wasted, but still had reason.

"I'll wake you up tomorrow" you sigh

"thanks babe" he groans, as he feels the headache coming already.

babe, your hands tighten on the wheel, making your knuckles turn white. he always says things like that. Or he treats you in a way that's misleading.

You've had a crush on him ever since high school. But he only ever treats you like a sister. As if he didn't see you as the opposite sex. It was annoying.

you tried to get his attention, wearing make up. but he'd laugh at you and said you looked like a clown so you stopped.

you wore clothes more revealing, when you went over to hang out. He would laugh and said you looked desperate, and that guys didn't like that.

but yet he would hold your hand, or hold you like he did earlier. call you pet names. you both would still share bed sometimes, when you stayed over and he didn't look bothered at all.

but your ego was crushed when he introduced to you his first girlfriend. later on rumor went around saying he was just a fuck boy.

they were facts.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

Holding yoongi up, you walk towards his apartment " help at least a little. you're too heavy" you whine, as he is dozing off.

stopping in front of his door, you make him lean against the wall as you try to open the door. "y/n" he murmurs

"yes?" you say nonchalantly as you continue to open the door

you suddenly feel his arms wrap around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder "y/n" he whispers next to your ear, startling you. You drop the keys, as your heart beat begins to race.

"y-yoongi, the keys fell" you stutter as you tap his hand, trying to make him listen to you

"pick them up then idiot" he sighs

"but you.." sighing you bend over to reach them but end up straightening back up. you could feel how the blood rushed to your face, as you bent over you felt his bulge against your ass. "yoongi please, move away" he groans, letting you go. he grabs the keys instead, handing them to you with a stupid smile "here, wasn't that hard was it"

it was pretty hard....

you hurry to open the door, afraid he would grab you again. he holds onto the wall as he takes off his shoes.

you help him go to his room, he just drops on the bed once you both enter.

"yoongi, you're such a handful" you puff out air, frustrated.

"you're one to talk" he laughs

"what ever, i'm going home" you put his jacket on his chair and his keys on the table

"don't go, it's late already" his voice raspy as he gets comfortable on his side.

"yoongi, i live right next door" you chuckle

"still" he murmurs as he dozes off.

entering your apartment, you head to the shower.

you were tired from sitting in the night club all by yourself.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

you get ready, as you call yoongi for the 5th time. trying to get him to wake up but he doesn't answer.

you walk over to his apartment, using the separate key he had given you to get in. "MIN YOONGI GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED" you yell as you kick your shoes off

walking into his room, you find his pants and shirt on the floor. His habit of getting naked doesn't go away.

"yoongi, wake up" you whine as you pick up his clothes from the floor. his watch was on the side of the bed. you reach over him, to get the watch to put it away. But yoongi pulls you into a hug instead. "y-yoongi!" you yell

"shut up, you're so loud. my head hurts" he groans, turning around. he pulls you onto the bed, using you as a body pillow. "I told you this was gonna happen"

"yeah yeah what ever" you love hearing his raspy voice....

"we're gonna be late" you push his hair away from his face, he just hums.

this is the face of the man who treats you as his little sister. but yet he does things like this, calls you babe or other names. Makes your heart flutter.

he groans before laying on his back, "fine, lets get ready" and with no care what so ever, he gets up. only in boxers. walking to his closet to look for clothes.  you blank out and stare at him before quickly getting up but trying to not make it obvious "i'm gonna make breakfast" you say, as you walk out the room

you both sit down to eat, there was silence. but it wasn't awkward, how could it be? you both knew each other so well.

"does your head hurt?" you ask him, only to receive a nod

"i told you not to drink so much"

"i know, i know" he waves his hand as a way of saying to forget about it.

"i'm gonna come home late, so don't wait for me" he gets up to place the bowl in the sink.

"and don't wash the dishes, i'll do it when i get back" he gives you a kiss on your forehead before leaving. He had a class before you, so he left first.

not listening to his orders you cleaned up after yourself, it only makes sense since you cooked. after washing the dishes you notice he still had unfolded laundry in the living room. so you folded them for him, and put them in his room.

Mrs. Min asked you to look after him, since he's always in a rush. you fix his shoes at the entrance before leaving. "this guy, even if you're in a rush. fix your apartment" you sigh as you close the door behind you

"good morning" you sigh, as you turn the knob making sure the door is locked.

"morning" you mumble, grabbing a hold of your bag tightly

you look at the man who stood behind you but there was a distance. daehoon, he's been hitting on you ever since you moved here.

"leaving yoongi's place again?" he raises a brow, looking cocky as always

" is there something you need?" you ask, trying to get straight to the point.

he shakes his head, giving him a small bow you walk down the staircase

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

You were tired, and the lecture was boring. you were fighting with yourself to stay awake.

"hey..maybe go wash your face" Jihye taps your arm "you're gonna fall asleep" she chuckles

"yeah..sorry, take notes for me please" getting up from your seat you head to the bathroom. taking out your phone you see it's yoongi's free period. you decide to call him, and as you wait for him to answer you hear a phone ring.

stopping in your steps you look over at the lecture hall that had dimmed lights, you smile knowing damn well he's probably sleeping in there. you open the door to the lecture hall, the phone continues to ring. you open the second set of doors slightly. only to hear a girls voice

"maybe you should answer" she was out of breath

you stand there holding the door

"fuck..don't worry about it" you see how he the call ends on your side. staring at your phone in one hand you continue to hold the the door open with the other hand.

you begin to hear yoongi's groans and heavy breaths as the girl calls his name. and you knew exactly what they were doing. But you couldn't move, you were frozen in place.

suddenly your phone vibrates in your hand, snapping you out of what ever trance you were in, letting go of the door you exit the lecture hall and head towards the bathroom.

opening your phone you see jihye texted you, letting you know the professor was going to give a pop quiz. sighing you turn to walk back to the class, passing the lecture hall once more. you didn't spare any look at it.

there was no need to wash your face, you were fully awake.

you only had three classes on monday, so you head home early sometimes. usually you wait in the library for yoongi and you both go home together but you knew where he was gonna be now. it was clear he was out linking up with some random girl.

that's just who he was...

as you walked towards the parking lot, Junho calls out your name.

"hey" you tell him, as he runs up to you

"what are you gonna do today?" he says, completely out of breath

"uh nothing..i'm heading home" Junho was a friend from your calculus class , you both are completely lost at times. so you sometimes study together.

"there's a party, wanna come?"

"what?" you were confused as to why he asked you. you don't really socialize with people, it's not a specialty you have.

"I just notice you don't have much friends"

"did you run to look for me?" you ask, noticing beads of sweat on his forehead

"yeah" he laughs awkwardly

how am I suppose to say no to him?

"uh sure..just send me the address"

he nods, giving you a thumbs up "see you there at 5"

looking at your watch you see its 3pm, it gave you enough time to go home and change. you take out your phone, opening yoongi's message you were about to tell him where you were going but your thumb stopped over his contact name.

"he always ditches me like this...." turning off your phone you shove it into the back of your jeans, getting into your car.

once you got home, you stood in front of your closet. wondering what to wear. pushing things aside and groaning at the fact that you have nothing.

"should i just text him that i can't go..." your phone rings and you look at it. Junho sent you the address and wrote  "i'll be waiting for you"

you really wished you had said no, how could you forget that you are the least sexy person from everyone who is gonna be there.

pouting you lay  on your bed "i hate this.."

looking at the photo on your night stand you remembered something, soobin your friend from back home gave you a dress as a present. and said to use it only on a special occasion...

this is a special occasion...right?

getting up you open the other side of the closet, getting the white box from the top shelf. you stare at it for a good minute, your phone rings again. taking a deep breathe you  open the box to  take out the dress.  looking at your watch once more you notice you've wasted an hour looking for something to wear.

"stop over thinking it, just do it" placing the dress on the bed you get ready.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

parking a bit far from the house you sit in the car, taking deep breaths..."i've never done this without yoongi..."

you were getting anxious, you texted Jihye and asked if she was at the party but she said no.

you pleaded for her to come, but she said she had to study for a exam. she just kept repeating to have fun instead.

"y/n stop being a coward" you step out of the car, you were wearing heels but the heel was short. you weren't a fan of all the extra stuff. plus you loved your feet, you didn't want them hurting. making sure the band was secured on your ankle you walk towards the house.

there was people socializing outside and others were on the porch. no one paid attention to you, so you passed through the crowd rather quickly.

taking out your phone you text junho that you were here. you stand at the end of the staircase, waiting for him to come.

looking around you notice a lot of people from your department. some glanced at you and smiled.

"you're not here with yoongi?" one of his friends walk up to you "oh..uh no i came alone" jimin was yoongi's friend, we were in different departments so you rarely saw him.

"that's new" he smiles

"i invited her" junho speaks up as he comes down the stairs

jimin chuckles "don't give him reasons to get angry with you" he stares at junho

"don't worry about it" junho smiles, they clearly didn't like each other.

you don't interfere in their conversation. but one thing is for sure  yoongi can't tell you who you can't and can hang out with.

"come on y/n let's get something to drink" junho puts his hand on your back, you tell jimin goodbye.

as you both walk away jimin shakes his head "you're lucky he said he wasn't coming today. i'll let you have your fun" he walks into the living room to join the rest of his friends.

entering the kitchen, junho serves you a light drink. you both stand in the kitchen, watching everyone else yelling at the guy to chug the whole bottle of tequila.

"you look pretty when you dress up" junho says suddenly

"are you saying I don't look pretty every other day" you laugh, taking a sip from your drink

"don't twist my words" he laughs

"thanks" you smile, he just nods

"junho...why did you invite me, i'm such an awkward person" your lips form into a thin line, as you watch everyone else having a good time.

"that's why I invited you, if you would just open up you will be making so many more friends then just jihye and me"

"i have more friends than just you two, i have yoo-"

"yoongi doesn't count, he acts more like your guardian than your friend" he sighs

"and neither do his friends, i mean people you can have fun with like this" he points at the crowd "people think your unapproachable"

you felt a bitter taste in your mouth..how could you be perceived to not have anyone wanna be your friend

"y/n?" a girl calls out your name

you both turn to look at her, she was with two other girls

"where's yoongi? did you come alone?" they had a surprised look on their face, and i was starting to understand what junho was trying to tell me. I was just living in yoongi's shadow

"I came alone" I take another sip from the drink, the girls just nod at my answer "you look pretty in that dress" the other girl speaks up

"thanks.."

"come on, lets go over there. don't just keep her standing there" the girl walks up to you and pull you outside to where the crowd was. you stood among everyone else, cheering at who ever was chugging the beer. your heart raced, for the first time it wasn't cause of yoongi.

MEANWHILE....

"i seriously didn't wanna come" yoongi groans as he enters the house, the loud music was already heard as he walked up to the house. he found parties like these annoying. "lets just hang out for a bit, and then we can go to my place" the girl grabs his arms, wrapping them around her as they walk into the living room

"oh shit, yoongi I thought you weren't coming" taehyung speaks up. they were playing beer pong

yoongi shrugs, arms wrapped around the girl. jimin glances at him, wondering if he should tell him. or go warn y/n that yoongi was here.

"your turn" namjoon nudges jimin's arm.

she'll be fine he thought as he walked up to the table.

about 15 minutes passed before yoongi got tired of playing with the guys.

yoongi sat down on the sofa, with the girl on his lap. she was playing with the buttons on his shirt, as she whispered things into his ear. he just had a smirk on his face as he caressed her leg.

"I really didn't think we'd ever see her without yoongi" his eyes divert to a group of girls and a couple of guys who were standing on the side talking.

"right? and she never dresses up either" the other girl speaks up

"she's pretty tho, always wears make up but goes for a natural look every time"

"really yoongi? you're not paying attention" the girl on his lap grabs his chin making him face her. lips brushing against each other, he chuckles "sorry about that" he leans in to kiss her.

"i think junho brought her" the guy mentions

yoongi and the girl begin to make out, but for some reason he keeps listening to this damn conversation.

"junho? doesn't he like her?"

"i think he does, i guess he took his shot since yoongi isn't around"

what? he thought, the girl grabs his nape as she tries to deepen the kiss

"not gonna lie but y/n is hot" the girl says, and they all laugh, his eyes widen at the mention of your name. pulling away from the kiss he gets up, making the girl fall off his lap onto the sofa.

"yoongi?" she says his name, but he ignores her. walking to the group of people who mentioned you. one of the guys see yoongi coming "fuck, when did he get here"

the girls look at yoongi and they knew just what he was coming over here to ask.

"why are you guys talking about y/n" his voice stern, he glares at the guys

"cause she's here..."

"what?"

the girl steps up and looks at yoongi "junho invited y/n, they're outside in the back" yoongi was in complete shock, this is the first time you did this. turning around he walks toward the back.

"what's up with him?" namjoon asks

"y/n's here, she came with junho" jimin takes a sip from his drink

"y/n?" all the guys say in unison, completely shocked

jimin nods "i saw her come in, i thought yoongi would enter right after her but she just stood there as if she was waiting. so i went to ask and then junho said he invited her" jimin shrugs

everyone stares at each other before quickly getting off their ass and rushing after the angry yoongi, they couldn't miss the show.

yoongi opens the door to go out to the back, and he stands there looking out at the crowd. trying to see if you really were here, or if everyone just mistook someone else for you.

he scans the crowd, finally seeing junho and right next to him he sees you there smiling at him .

"you've got to be fucking kidding me" he grits his teeth.

"are you having fun" junho asks

"yeah" you laugh at the guy tripping over his own feet.

"you should get out more often, without yoongi. have fun on your own, you know" he says as he takes another sip from his drink

"i think i will" you smile at him, your arm suddenly gets pulled and you drop the cup from your hand. startled from the sudden touch you smack the hand away.

and to your surprise you see a very pissed off yoongi, staring right at you.

"yoongi.." you say his name softly

"yoongi? thats all your gonna say? what the fuck are you doing here" he yells at you. people began to stare and you felt your anxiety rise up.

"i invited her" junho speaks up, only making everything worse. yoongi turns to look at him "you shut the fuck up, i'm not even talking to you. I don't know what gave you the idea that you could bring her to these places bu-"

"i wanted to come" you speak up, your hands made into small fists as you yell at yoongi

caught off guard, he is in fumes at the way you're acting.

"we're going home" he grabs your arm again, pulling you out of the crowd

"no i don't want to" you whine, junho followed behind you guys. as yoongi takes you into the house

"how much did you drink"

"i didn't even drink much, junh-" pulling you towards him he puts his hand on your back, there was a opening in the back. the skin he touched began to get hot "stop saying his damn name" he growls.  your hands were on his chest, as you stopped yourself from crashing into him

"yoongi, she just came out to have fun, weren't you here with someone? it's rude to just leave people like that" junho had a smug face as he spoke to yoongi.

"keep talking and i'll beat that look off your face" yoongi clenches his hands into fists

here with someone?  you look behind yoongi and see the same girl from the club

oh

i see

pushing him away from you, he continues to argue with junho

"ok ok break it up guys. you're making a scene" namjoon steps in between the two guys. but he was especially talking to yoongi

"fuck this, we're leaving"

"no, i want to stay. and he's right aren't you busy" you were annoyed, he said he was gonna be home late. all to come to this party and then probably go to this girls house just to....

"i wasn't asking" yoongi finally gets a good look at your outfit which only made him more furious that everyone especially that asshole was looking at you. people who never cared, noticed you once you showed a little skin.

stupid y/n seriously

"i don't care, i'm not going" you cross you arms, ready to argue with him. you didn't know where the confidence came from. maybe from the drink you had.

or maybe from the fact that he was ditching you for her.

or maybe because you were tired that he only saw you as a younger sister.

"get your ass outside the door" he clenches his jaw

"no, i'm not moving from here"

"fine then" without giving you a chance to even fight him, he picks you up. throwing you over his shoulder

"yoongi, are you crazy? put me down" you yell.

junho was about to say something but namjoon stopped him. He walks to the door, you just covered your face in embarrassment as people just looked at you.

once he stops in front of your car, he puts you down. but he presses his body against yours to stop you from escaping.

you were pressed against the car as he stared at you

"what are you doing here, instead of being at home"

"i'm allowed to have fun too"

he wasn't liking how you were suddenly acting out, you usually listened and behaved.

"what are you mad about"

"what?"

"you're acting out for a reason" he moves the hair from your face, tugging it behind your ear

"i'm not mad. as i said, i can have fun too. not just you"

"fine then, don't tell me. give me the keys, we're going home"

handing him the keys he takes off his jacket and puts it on your shoulders. " get in" he says as he open the car door for you.

you don't fight with him and get in the car.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

The moment he parked the car I didn't waste time on opening my door and getting out. "y/n!" yoongi calls out my name as I rush into the building, walking quickly.

"this fucking girl" yoongi slams the drivers door, walking after you.

pressing on the elevator button you put your arms into the sleeves of his jacket while staring at the number going down indicating it was about to arrive

"don't walk away when i'm fucking talking to you" he finally catches up to you.

"go away, don't you have something to go do" you don't spare his feelings at all, you were testing his patience "y/n if you wanted to go you should've just told me"

"why?"

"what"

"why do i have to tell you" the doors open and you step in, he enters right behind you. you lean against the wall as he pushes the button to the floor, the doors begin to shut.

"y/n, if I did something to bother you just tel-"

suddenly someone stops the doors from closing, you both look towards the doors. there stood your annoying neighbor "hey guys " he grins as he looks at you.

the doors close and all three of you just stand there, you wrap yoongi's jacket around you covering yourself. yoongi didn't know that he made you uncomfortable. you never told him how you feel his stares every time you leave the apartment.

yoongi grabs your arm as the doors open, pulling you out the elevator as he walks towards the apartment. if there was one thing that bothered him it was people getting in his business, that's why he stopped talking once daehoon entered the elevator.

"yoongi, let go. i'm gonna go home and shower" you pull your arm from his grip

"stop testing my patience" since he had your keys, he opened your door. once you enter your house, you take off your heels and rush to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

"i'm not leaving until we talk" yoongi yells from the other side.

you sit on the edge of the tub,fidgeting with your fingers as you stare at the door. getting up from the tub you hold onto the door knob, about to give up and go talk to him...but then you remembered the girl from the party and you got angry again.

you drop his jacket on the floor, along with the dress letting it pool your ankles, stepping out you turn on the water. you did exactly what you told him, you showered.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

yoongi walks away from the door, he brushes his fingers through his hair. he was tired and wanted to go to sleep, but he needed to talk to you cause he could see that something was bothering you.

he drops on your sofa, getting comfortable. he tugs his hands under the pillow only to feel something hard, confused he pulls out what was a book.

he sits up looking at the book "and she says I'm unorganized" he chuckles tossing the book on the coffee table. he was about to lay down but he glances at the book once more, reading the title

My Secret Lover

reaching for the book he turns it over as he reads the back "this girl" he grins, shoving the book under the pillow again, instead he leans back on the sofa with a smug look on his face...he could use this to tease you one day .

he knew you had a bookshelf in your second room filled with mature books but to think you'd be clumsy enough to leave one out made him laugh. you were always careful to make sure not to leave them out.

he looks at his watch, it's been over twenty minutes since you shut yourself in the bathroom. he gets up, about to walk to the bathroom to knock on the door when he finally hears the door open.

"about time you com-" you step out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around your frame. he stands by the sofa staring at you as you ignore his presences and walk past him.

"go home yoongi, i don't wanna talk" you say as you open the door to your room. turning to look at him. he looked unbothered by your appearance and it only made you more furious.

you shut the door from your room. you sit on your bed once your done getting dressed waiting for him to enter since you heard him leave but he came back.

time passed and you didn't hear anything, you get up, opening the door to take a peek outside.

"yoongi...?" you call out his name.

you step out of your room only to have him grab your by your waist pulling you into a hug

"i'm sorry" his face buried into your shoulder, your hair in his face letting him smell your shampoo.

"w-what?"

"yoongi" you whisper his name

his arms swiftly move to your thighs as he picks you up, you wrap your arms around his neck "what are you doing" you squeal as you wrap your legs around his waist "just shut up" he enters your room, placing you on the bed, he lays down on the opposite side. you sit there dumbfounded "let's just go to sleep" he says, grabbing your hand he guides your hand to hug him. your head on his chest as he holds you.

your heart began to beat fast, you were afraid he'd hear it or feel it.

"you can go out and have fun, at least tell me" he sighs

you started drawing circles on his chest, you felt guilty for acting childish...but you found something out today.

you're not your own person...when people think of you they think of yoongi..

"yoongi...i want to go out with friends"

"you can go out with your friends" he stares at the ceiling.

"without you?"

"yeah, why not"

"even with guy friends"

the conversation he heard earlier at the party replays in his head, junho likes y/n.

"yeah" he says with a bitter taste in his mouth.

he feels how your lips arch into a smile against his chest, he had this feeling in his chest. Did he do something wrong, why would you wanna go around without him?

"yoongi"

he pats your back "sleep, i'm tired"

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

A week passed and everything was how it's always been. You guys leave together if there is time, other days you go your separate ways. Junho and you were gonna go out to karaoke with jihye, you told yoongi through message and he only responded with a "ok".

entering the booth you guys reserved you noticed it was just Junho in there. "where's jihye?" you ask as you take off your jacket, placing it on the sofa behind you. "she said she wouldn't be able to come" he was scrolling through the songs.

you stare a at junho confused, jihye didn't tell you she wouldn't be able to make it. "we should've came another day then" you say as you take a seat, picking up the microphone.

"why? we can just hang out" he smiles.

junho didn't make you uncomfortable, in fact he was one of the few guys you trusted. he finally chooses a song and stands up "i'll go first"

MEANWHILE.....

"why are you so angry" jin hands yoongi a burger

"i'm not angry" he scowls

all the guys knew why, y/n was finally stepping out of her comfort zone. what bothered him the most is that it was with none other than that asshole, junho.

"why don't you just tell her that you don't think she should hang out with him and that's it" taehyung speaks up as he takes a sip from his drink.

"No, i told her she could be with her friends"

"but he's a dick, isn't he?"

"what makes yoongi any different" hoseok speaks up "you do the same shit he does, i think this is karma" he chuckles

yoongi clenched his jaw, he wasn't wrong. junho and him are the same.

"you're not helping" jimin shakes his head at him in disapproval.

taehyung's phone vibrates and he takes a look at the message, as everyone else talked and he found out something interesting.

"where's y/n right now?" taehyung speaks up

"she's out with jihye" yoongi sighs, as he rubs his temple. annoyed by the whole situation.

"just jihye?" he asked again

"taehyung if you have something to say stop dragging it out and say it" namjoon yells at the boy who likes to create tension for no reason.

"fine" he hands the phone to namjoon, making him say it out loud for being so damn pushy

"what is it?" yoongi says, annoyed

"y/n is alone with junho, jihye isn't there" he turns the phone around and a photo of the both of you in the booth alone is displayed for yoongi.

what? you said you were gonna be with jihye, messages started popping up saying stuff like

"is he gonna finally ask her out"

"is this gonna be their day 1"

"where's yoongi"

yoongi gets up and walks to the mini fridge, taking out a beer.

"dude, just talk to her" namjoon tries to take it away but he failed.

"she can do what ever she wants, i'm not her owner" he says as he tosses the bottle cap onto the table.

the phone rings in your pocket as you watch junho sing another song totally off key. reaching for your phone you see it's namjoon calling you. your brows frown in confusion, he never calls you. yoongi made you save their numbers in case of anything but this was a first.

getting up you excuse yourself and step out the booth for a bit. "hello?"

"y/n? sorry to call you suddenly" he chuckles awkwardly

"oh...don't worry..did you need something?"

"yeah..yoongi is wasted, can you come get him?"

"wasted? how much did he drink" you sigh rubbing your temple.

"sorry, i should've stopped him"

"it's fine, send me the address please" you hang up and walk back inside the booth "sorry i have to go" you give him a apologetic smile.

"what happened?"

"yoongi needs me"

it annoyed him hearing you say his name, especially the fact that you'd run out whenever he called you. "i need to tell you something" he grabs your hand

you look at him, and then both your hands "uh..can it wait.."

"no"

"but.."

"i like you.." he squeezes your hand, catching you completely off guard

you stare at him confused, not able to utter a single word.

"i like you y/n"

yeah i heard you the first time...

"please give me a chance, and be my girlfriend"

"i...i.." you gulp as you pull your hand away from his "i'm sorry but i don't feel the same way.."

grabbing your jacket you wanted to get out of there quickly, walking to the door you were about to open it to get out. but he stops you as he holds onto the door.

turning to look at him he had you caged between his arms

"junho.." you were beginning to feel nervous, he was staring at you with lustful eyes

"do you like yoongi?" he grabs a strand of your hair

"w-what?"

"do you like yoongi, is that why you said no to me" he stares at you directly making you more nervous.

"it doe-"

"forget it.." he stares at your lips, your hand is trying to reach for the door knob as you watch his moves.

he begins to lean in slowly towards you "junho, get away" you said quickly, just as his lips were getting close you cover your mouth making him chuckle.

"yoongi isn't boyfriend material..you're only gonna get hurt" he brushes your hair behind your ear

you finally find the door knob, pushing the door open with your back. you take the chance to walk away not looking back.

getting in your car you lock the doors and you are finally able to breathe. you were so anxious that you were holding your breathe this entire time. your hands were shaking and you didn't think you could drive.

you needed yoongi..suddenly your phone rings and you stare at your bag, wondering if it was junho.

taking out your phone you're relieved it's yoongi. taking a deep breath you answer the phone. "hello?"

"y/n? don't rush over here. i'm fine, just that i fell asleep and these idiots thought i was a wasted" he smacks his lips as he curses at someone there and you hear them laugh

you felt a pressure leave your shoulders, as you let out a puff of air

"what's wrong"he asks

"oh..nothing, i'll be there soon" you tell him

"alright.." he hangs up, and you felt more calm after hearing his voice.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

once you arrived to the house, they told you to go around to the back entrance that leads to the basement right away.

doing exactly as they said you find a very drunk jimin sitting in the back yard watching the moon. he scared the shit out of you making you scream.

"dang girl you got some good lungs" he laughs

"what are you doing just sitting here in the dark, you scared me" you yell at him

he chuckles "the door is open, go inside. i'm just here getting air" you nod and quickly go inside.

the place was nicely furnished, there was a pool table on the side along with a bar. a huge sofa towards the end of the room with a huge television mounted on the wall. there were some arcade games along the wall.

as you walked down the stairs you see the guys playing on the poker table that wasn't visible from the staircase.

"man fuck you yoongi" jin drops the cards defeated

yoongi grins as he takes the chips from the middle "oh y/n your here" taehyung calls out your name, yoongi quickly looks up at you.

giving them a smile "hey guys.."

"sorry they made you come, even though you were busy" yoongi hands taehyung the cards to shuffle.

"don't worry..i was gonna leave soon"

"did something happen?" he asked concerned to why you would leave so soon

"oh jihye didn't come so junho and me weren't gonna stay for long.." you stand next to his seat as you look at the game in front of you

"you sure that's it?"

"yeah" placing your hand on his shoulder he nods

"wanna play?" jin asked, he saw how uncomfortable you were.

"no..i'll just sit over here" you smile, walking towards the sofa.

"no it's fine" yoongi gets up "we're leaving, it's late anyways" all the boys complain, telling him not to go but yoongi threatens to beat them with the pool stick if they didn't shut up

"lets go" yoongi puts his jacket on, extending his hand out to you. you gladly took his hand, walking up the staircase to leave the basement.

stepping out of the basement, you find the drunk jimin sitting outside just as how you left him. he smiles at you guys as you say goodbye.

"don't stay out too long, it's cold" yoongi tells him, jimin only nods.

yoongi sits in the passenger seat, while you drove.

"yoongi"

"yeah" he says with a groggy voice, since he was fighting with his sleep to stay awake.

"i'm not friends with junho no more"

"how come"

"he told me he likes me"

"i guess you said no?"

"i didn't feel the same way about him" you stare at the road ahead of you, wondering if you should tell yoongi that he tried to kiss you

yoongi grins at your response "that's so brutal, you said no and broke your friendship with him" he chuckles.

you wanted to tell yoongi to stop being friends with that girl from the party. junho's words kept repeating inside your head.

getting home, you both went to your own apartment, yoongi watched you enter yours before going in his.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

staring into the mirror the next day you were determined "i'm gonna make yoongi fall for me" you tell yourself in the mirror your hands made into little fists. you forced a smile, but it soon turned into a frown "i don't even know how to attract him" if you could turn into liquid you would be a puddle of disappointment.

your alarm rings and you rush to your front door, quickly putting on your shoes. "yoongi leaves around this time" you whisper to yourself as you wait for the sound of his door to open.

Your plan? well it wasn't easy coming up with one. You stayed up all night trying to think of it

first, the reason why yoongi is always away from you is simple, you never wanted to get in the way of him being with his friends. so now, you will try to hang out with them more often..

second, if he says he's gonna be out late. tell him you're bored and wanna go with him too.

third, just as he casually touches you...do the same

fourth, try to stop him every time he is gonna run off with some girl.

fifth, find out what type of girl is his ideal type

sixth, learn to dress up and do better make up

and last but not the easiest....get him to look at you and only you. As you go over the list in your head, you hear a door opening outside. you take a deep breath, and open your door too.

yoongi looks up at you confused "good morning?"

"hey yoongi" you smile, making him chuckle as he locks his door "what you doing up so early?"

"I have something to do today" more like someone to go see...

"oh yeah?" you walk up to him, hooking your arm with his "let's go together yeah?"

"alright" he says nonchalant as you both walk out the building, you made up your mind, you have to be confident if this is gonna work. even if you'll die of embarrassment later on your own.

he walks up to your car, thinking you were going on your own. but instead you just stare at him "babe, let go" he laughs "why? i thought we were leaving together?" you tilt your head in confusion.

cringing in your head at your own attempt of being cute, but the way the word 'babe' rolls off his tongue so easily as he addresses you bothers you somehow.

"i got something to do after school"

"i don't know, after what you did yesterday. we should set a rules" you cross your arms looking at him with a stern look

"rules?"

"yeah, if you have fun one day. you can't have fun the rest of the week" you smile at him

his brows raised as he had a questioning look "and why should we implement this rule, what reason?" that's a good question. the reason? i don't want you out with random girls, but rather with me.

"you are always going out, and never spending time with me" you pout, dying again inside.

he looked confused before laughing but you did not react the way he thought you would. "wait you're serious?..if you're lonely just tell me" he laughs, putting his hand on your back, you guys start walking to his car. "fine i'll cancel my plans, lets hang out later"

success

you asked him what he was planning to do and he said "hang out with the guys" i was gonna tell him we could go together, but having him to myself first..to test the waters would be better.

once you guys arrived to campus you told him to drop you off in a completely different side that you usually don't go t.. since you were being weird all morning well he just shrugged it off and went to class.

you guys agreed to go grocery shopping and then head home after classes.

you walk into the unfamiliar building, nervous to be doing what you are about to do. there is one thing you wanted to learn, and you just couldn't learn it on your own.

opening the white door with pink circles decorating it you walk into a room with desks filled with make up. hair irons everywhere and there were people sitting on these chairs as others did their make up.

"hey" a girl walks up to you

"hello.."

"are you new to the department"

"no..actually i wanted to know if you guys could teach me to do make up, just a few tips" you speak quickly as your anxiety was kicking in

the girl looked at you with a blank stare before laughing and calling you cute "alright, come with me. i need someone to practice on anyways"

you sit down in front of a mirror and she spreads out some make up in front of you "so what looks are you trying to go for?"

"natural" you say quickly

"but your make up you have on right now is nice, i think you got it" she smiles

"but i want something prettier" you fidget with your fingers, the girl stares at your hands and then you "ok i got an idea"

you came to school three hours early....you spent about two hours trying different looks and one hour trying to replicate them yourself.

"thank you!" you bow your head and the girl just smiles "no thank you for letting me practice on you. come again!" she hands you a small pouch of some make up that went really well with you. you were heading to your side of the campus while trying to open your bag when you heard a familiar voice just as you were gonna turn the hall. stopping in your steps you just stand there and listen "he fucking ditched me again" the girl complains

"yoongi? again? weren't you guys also gonna meet up yesterday too" another girl speaks up, a voice you didn't recognize.

"don't be so clingy you know he doesn't like that" she laughs

"i'm not being clingy" she complains, after catching a good look at her face you noticed her make up was as if she was getting ready to be recruited to go to the circus.

looking at the pouch in your hand you felt uneasy.

you could never wear the type of make up she does. turning back to walk to the same room you were practicing in and handed the pouch to someone else who was there since you didn't find the girl who had helped you

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

you wait in the library, since he has one more class left. you were trying to figure out who is his ideal girl, cause if that bitch you just encountered was it...well then you lost cause you didn't wanna be like her.

you swipe through your phone looking at your wishlist, what book should you buy next. while you were distracted looking at your phone you didn't notice someone was hovering over you, looking at your phone over your shoulder.

"what a naughty girl" yoongi whispers by your ear making you yelp in surprise, only to cover your mouth as people glared at for being loud

yoongi laughs at how you could easily be scared, hugging you as he tried to not laugh louder you pinch his arms. "why would you do that, you scared me" you whisper angrily.

"you wouldn't be scared if you were searching for your little books in such a public place"

"who looks over people's shoulders, only you do" you exclaim. you felt how your cheeks were getting red, you knew he knew about the books you read. his nosy ass went into your room and picked a book out.

teased you for months after that. jihye also teases you, telling you to just try it with someone else in real life already. but the idea of having sex with someone..it made you anxious...

"ok ok, lets go already. i'm hungry" he grabs your bag, carrying it for you as you both walk down the stairs to get to the other side of the library closer to the exit.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

THE LIST

1) hang out with his friends, do things he likes

2) stop him if he wants to stay out late

3)touch him casually just like he touches you

4)try to stop him every time he is gonna run off with some girl

5)find out his ideal type

6) ̶l̶e̶a̶r̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶d̶r̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶u̶p̶

7) get him to look at you and only you

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