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Jungkook- #62 😉

Genre:  roommate!au 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: innuendo

A/N: For @yourmoonchild1023 Here is the answer to your request! I hope you enjoy it! - Admin T

#62 Jungkook “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?“ 

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It was the same nightmares all over again. You were out in the open, exposed, and alone. The fear of vulnerability loomed like a tidal wave over your existence. You could never move away as it rushed and crashed upon you. So for the last few nights, you’d wake up, slapping your hands over your mouth to mute your screams. 

Sweating, panting, with your heart kicking a beat against your ribcage. You fought to keep quiet because the last thing you wanted? Was your roommate, and BFF, to hear you losing your shit on a nightly basis.

Jungkook had been your roommate for about five years now. You guys had the perfect arrangement. You didn’t bring ‘conquests’ home, both of you loved video games, and eating. He often paid rent in quarterly lumps. Actually, it was to the point where sometimes - you didn’t need to? You managed to handle the utility bills leaving you with healthy savings. 

That financial stability made you pleasant - and you decided to learn more than the basics about your roomie. He had an excellent job, but his hobbies involved music. You’d hear him singing in the shower in the early morning hours. What is he doing in your apartment with a voice like that?! Some days he’d sing something light-hearted, almost goofy, and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

But, over the years, as he’s matured? His songs have as well. You noticed the change in his vocal tone. How he utilized his lower register. Matter of fact? The first time you heard him singing in that lower register? You had to make sure it was him. 

And that was the first of many mishaps. 

You thought someone had snuck into your apartment - so you walked in Jungkook. 

…in mid-song. 

Naked.

There was a moment where you got more than an eyeful of each other. Because you thought the tank-top and boy-short matching set, plus a baseball bat, would be enough to protect you. 

"O-oh, god! I’m so sorry!” You shrieked as his face turned three shades of red as you closed the door. 

That was as close to naked as he’s ever seen you since becoming your roommate. It was too much for him to handle as he shifted his shower to cold. He shuddered, fighting the blood, trying to stir the partial erection he already had. It took you two weeks before you could look at each other in the eye. It took you both another three weeks to dump your visual spank banks. Every time Jungkook showered and sang, you ruined another pair of panties. You’d given up on them by second post bust in. That’s because that voice had infiltrated your dreams, and that crushing anxiety that lingered in your brain was held at bay. That night you woke up in a quiet, cold sweat. The thought of his hands running against your skin, your fingers playing along the ripples of his abs had you leaving wet spots on your sheets.  Strangely enough, his voice helped you to sleep. 

So much so, that you’ve made a habit of going to sleep when he gets in from work. The one night he doesn’t come home on time, you fall asleep on the couch. The same creeping nightmare catches you off-guard. You wake up screaming while Jungkook holds your trembling form against his. 

Jungkook rarely was late, but some last-minute issues kept him at the office late. He could have kicked himself for not messaging you. When he got home in the early morning hours to see you asleep on the couch? He did everything to not disturb you. He was well aware of your night terrors. He could, at least, tell that the intensity had died down over the years. 

He remembered the very first time he heard you screaming in the middle of the night. He knocked furiously at your bedroom door before barging in. You looked so small covered in sweat, your eyes wide and unseeing. He waved a hand in front of your face, scared to touch your body as it began to regulate. He watched you shake your head, blink rapidly, and become mortified over the state he found you in. He insisted on helping you get cleaned up. He changed your bedding while you showered. He made you a calming tea, and you chatted until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. He watched you fall into a gentle slumber, hanging around enough to make sure you didn’t stir.

It happened a few more times, him coming to your rescue, regardless of your embarrassment. And he’d sit at your bedside, each time, making sure you fell asleep. Then you were less disturbed by his assistance, but it didn’t stop you from trying to calm your noises. 

And now? The sound of his heartbeat against your ears is a soothing melody that helps you wake up completely. You felt the point of his chin atop your head as you realized you were curled into the shadow of his body. 

“W-what happened?” You murmured quietly. There was a quiet, deep, inhale that made his chest puff against your ear. “I came home late. You fell asleep on the couch.” That said, more than needed explaining. You frown softly, taking advantage of this sudden closeness.

“You didn’t have to do this.” Your voice sounded smaller than you wanted it to.

Your gaze meets his, and that disappointed tilt to his mouth. “Why wouldn’t I?” A brow ticked upward as he questioned you.

“I feel like I’m a burden. I mean, we’re only roomm-..” You didn’t finish your sentence. 

His lips grazed yours, stopping all brain function momentarily. Your eyes were wide as you gasped, giving him an opening. The tip of his tongue traced your lips as your hands crumpled the fabric of his shirt. 

You pushed - he pulled. His tongue prodded deeper, causing you to moan. Your mind spun on the implications of this kiss - and then he broke it.

You could swear your heart was beating in time as he nuzzled his face against yours. 

He made a satisfied sound low in his throat. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” The sound of his laugh sliding over your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“Why didn’t you?” You spoke in an airy whisper. “I’d probably have the best sleep of my life.” You pouted playfully.

He chuckled, that dark gaze lowering to your own. “You know? If you can’t sleep - We can always have sex?”

He bit into his bottom lip, and your gut twisted.

Edge of Forever [BTS!Space AU]

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

Chapter 14- The Last of the Real Ones

"I was just an only child of the universe And then I found you, And then I found you"

He had to pause to make sure he heard her right. Did the Mao just call him a crab ? She was grinning at him as he tried to figure out what it was about that statement that was so funny. After throwing her a judging look, Yoongi couldn’t help but let out the slight breath that could have been mistaken for a laugh. It was more of a scoff but who was taking that into account?

“And you’re just a busybody with too much strength. Why the hell are you out here in the first place? You never answered that question.”

Vairuit leaned against the side, the grin slipping from her face as she really thought about it. She’d been groomed to be a warrior, to take her place with the rest of her family and make something of herself. However, there was something deep inside that was calling to her--just like it had been for Yoongi. Her family was outraged, such talent and brilliance wasted for adventure. Wasted on exploring the vastness of space instead of defending it, she’d heard the spiel many times yet she still wrote back to them to tell them where she was. Because, deep down, she knew that they still cared despite their words and actions.

It was something they’d accepted as they were being groomed and she did not.

“We may not be so opposite after all.. Yoongi. ” Her eyes began to light up as she told him of her grand family. How they wanted her to be an honorable soldier to fight for something bigger than herself. To fight for family and the empire but she just couldn’t accept that. There had to be something else out there that was bigger than that, something out in the darkness that provided a path for her to walk on. Yoongi listened, not a smart remark was given as she spoke. He could feel himself relax, her words oddly soothing to his nerves instead of grating under his skin. That was all that was needed, a line of communication.

Yoongi already knew that he was in the wrong, partly because of his selfishness. But it was all that he’d ever known since making his way across the stars.

There was a silence after she stopped talking. One that seemed to stretch out comfortably once it was all out. The energy that she still gave off didn’t bother him as much. He turned from Vairuit and back to the window, another sigh escaping his lips. His own reflection stared back at him, a cold and hard image until he focused on it. The image changed to one that was worn and thoughtful, Yoongi had a lot to think about. Vairuit started to walk away when his hand snapped out, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from leaving. In that moment, he was lost and still emotional. She paused, looking down at his hand that had grabbed her wrist and lifted an eyebrow at him. Before she could say anything, he let go and walked out of the bridge. Yoongi just couldn’t bring himself to say anything else for fear that he would completely expose everything to her.

Nothing fucking makes sense anymore. He thought as he stomped towards his room. He ended up passing Jimin’s room and he paused, wondering if he should bother him. Opening his mind again, he realized that the younger man shouldn’t be bothered. He could tell that Nyala was in there and judging by their emotions--they were figuring things out themselves. His hand rested on the door, almost in apology that he just couldn’t say with his voice. After touching the cool metal, Yoongi nearly ran to his room to escape everything again. He had to meditate and think everything through, to put everything back where it needed to be.

“So you’re going to wake the thing up and ask it where it hurts?”

Namjoon sighed and looked over the crate again. He’d finally gotten into the thing so he could activate when Jin joined him. The soft, female voice-activated and started a countdown while he set up a makeshift station for him to work on things. The pilot stated asking him questions while he typed in the coding he would need. He either responded with a grunt or a hum until Jin asked him that particular question. He really could do that by himself, the extra mouth not helping his mood any.

“Yes, Jin. I’m going to wake the big bad thing up and I’m going to have it eat you as soon as it's awake because you are in my space.”

“Are all of you gear-heads so grumpy?”

210 seconds until cryogenic deadlocks are lifted.

Namjoon just stared at Jin for a moment before getting back to his work. He pulled up a holographic screen with the schematics of the android while handing the device that was in his hands to Jin. Using his hands, he twisted and maneuvered his way through each part. He could see in closer detail where the affected areas were highlighted in red but there was something odd about the whole thing that he just couldn’t put his finger on. Even Jin got close to peer at what he was looking at, his normally jovial face turning serious as he looked on. Namjoon started to frown more as he got to the chest area, the whole thing being greyed out as to the rest of the body that was either orange with potential activity or red with damage. The grey extended throughout the body, especially the head--almost like a nervous system.

He had to wonder what it was he was missing or that the equipment that he had now was supposed to go in those areas. Most of it that he knew of was just simple parts he had to replace but nothing that extensive.

110 seconds until cryogenic deadlocks are lifted.

He really wouldn’t see until he could start up the activation sequence. Jin pushed a bit closer to Namjoon, looking even harder at the schematic. It had started to bother him too, his eyes that were able to see things that others couldn't. He had a theory but one that could potentially be hazardous to them all.

“I wonder, Namjoon…” Jin walked up to the crate, which has started to hiss and let out steam as it was working on the security features. “What if this is something more?”

Namjoon paused and looked at the crate himself. He tilted his head as he attempted to understand what Jin meant. So he gave the man a questioning look and a hand gesture, so he could continue what it was he was thinking. Jin turned around and called out for Kibeth, the male voice calmly announcing that it was there.

“Pull up a schematic of a human body. We’ll say mine for reference and compare it to the full body schematic of this android.”  The AI did so, now two full-body views of whole beings. Jin looked at Namjoon before continuing, “What the common factor between the both of them?”

They both appear to have nervous systems running through each one, as a start.

Kibeth highlighted the intricate webbing that was seen greyed out on the Android’s schematic and the same for Jin’s. That alone made both of them worried about what they were doing, not even listening to what the AI was saying next. Before they could continue any further, the lid of the crate suddenly popped open with the female voice announcing that the countdown was complete.

They both peered at what was inside, trying to get some of the coolant and gas to clear so they could see better. After the gas had cleared, the both of them suddenly jumped back in shock--the sight of what they saw had them almost tripping over everything, including each other.

“IT’S A NAKED GIRL IN THERE!”

“THAT’S NOT AN ANDROID!”

Inside the crate, curled up neatly into the small space was a woman with long blond hair. Four metal cylinders rose from the corners of the crate and started to blink. Both Namjoon and Jin exclaimed at the same time, now realizing what it was that they were dealing with. They had only heard of such things being used in certain cases but the actual effect of having one was pretty much banned by most societies. They had to turn their eyes away from the smooth skin of the Bio-Android, a bit embarrassed that they had viewed such a thing in its most vulnerable form.

Cryogenic deadlocks released. Proceed to cryogenic reanimation?

Cryogenic deadlocks released. Proceed to cryogenic reanimation?

The crate kept asking them the same question, it needing a yes or no answer for it to continue. Jin shoved the device into Namjoon’ hands, who them shoved it back to Jin. The little game of who should do what continued for a few minutes until they got a hold of themselves. If they did not make an answer soon, then the thing would probably wake up regardless. However, it would cause the android to wake up with all the full-body functions as a human as well. And if it was damaged, they would need more than just an engineer to fix the thing.

“Look, I know I said I can fix anything but I’m also not a doctor either. We could wake this thing up but with its bio components, I won’t be able to do much. We need a doctor to help us.” Namjoon summarized for Jin, who gave him a wide-eyed look.

“Do I look like I know a reputable doctor? One that’ll help us ? If this thing is needed to get this ship up and fully running, we might be out of luck.”

Namjoon sighed and placed the device down that had ended up back in his hands again. When they were asked again to confirm, he calmly said no and the cylinders lowered themselves again. They had hit a snag that they really weren’t expecting and with them hurtling towards their first stop, their journey might have been over before it even begun.