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Heart of the Storm
Jeon Jungkook was the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you were the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach… But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart… or finally set it free.
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers
Rating: Explicit (18+)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS PROHIBITED. I DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY INTERACTIONS WITH PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18. NO EXCEPTIONS.
Word Count: 6200
Warnings: mentions of emotional neglect • reader has a phobia of storms • very unsafe sex (shield it when you yield it y’all) • hints of classism
Author’s Note: I will be blunt… This fic was actually very challenging to write. I did not expect it to take so long or so much. There are a couple of people without whom I would simply not have been able to finish it. My wonderful “Fick Riders” Ana, Lindy, and Donna a.k.a. @xjoonchildx @ppersonna and @taetaewonderland • The Lovely Lemon @lemonjoonah whose friendship never fails to shock and uplift me • Feedback Queen Rumu @kigurumu • and the beautiful angels in the BTS Smut Hub who offered me relentless positivity when I needed it most.
This fic is a little different from my typical style, and I am really happy I was able to finish it. I meant it as a gift to my followers for hitting my milestone and I actually hit another milestone in the time it took me to complete this! I just discovered this didn’t tag and my heart is just a little bit broken… Why?
You’re afraid of storms.
Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now.
You shouldn’t even be here…
Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin.
The bed across from yours was usually occupied by your roommate and best friend since high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn.
A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.
And a breath of fresh air.
Her father worked in stores; your father owned them, yet, despite the chasm between your social circles, you had become sisters, bonded by something far stronger than blood.
When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder passed.
Unfortunately she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe.
You could have escaped for the week (like the majority of your peers), but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings.
So here you were.
Alone in a storm.
Or so you thought…
Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside.
He heard sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs.
Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays; the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness.
The princess.
That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening. It was an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness.
But it fit you, nonetheless.
Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations.
And you were screaming.
His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears.
You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.
Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms, yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile.
He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league.
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