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Loved reading this shit, it was so cute!! Also this long-haired weverse live Jungkook was so dreamy!! 😮💨💕
ʚ💌ɞ 𓂅⋆ | JJK (18+)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — 🎀💌🌷 “i’ll ruin your f^cking life, baby”
❀one-shot❀
❥pairing: jungkook X black!reader
❥genre: domestic, smut, some fluff, idol AU
❥summary: Jungkook still can’t seem to sleep…
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❥!!warnings!!: implied sexual activity while tipsy in the beginning
❥other warnings: oral (male receiving), sexual intercourse, riding, raw sex (please use protection!), creampie, nipple sucking, sleepy & domestic jungkook being a menace omggggg, bratty jungkook 💌, ft. bam
❥word count: 2.4k
-inspo: jungkook’s recent live, this gif from btsjkgifs on twitter, these tweets🍓 🌷 ⭐️
-author’s note: Impromptu fic. I was wishing for him to shut this shit off and go to sleep, because watching it all in real time was just… Heart aching💔 If I were to ever actually have/want a bf, he would have to remind me of jungkook like… I’m not cuddling with anyone else!
-Hope you enjoy! 🫶🏽✨
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Jungkook’s—can’t sleep—text would’ve woken you up if you weren’t already struggling to keep your eyes shut from listening to him karaoke sing and giggle all night.
You were tucked into his dark sheets, dreading having to give up the body heat you’d created and embraced as your boyfriend had fun. This side of the apartment was too freezing to walk through, but your phone dinged again and you didn’t need much more convincing to join Jungkook.
baby :((
You slip away from his bed and pad across the shiny, wood floorboards of his home. Thinking about why he didn’t end the live earlier as you’d seen comments begging him to rest. You knew he wanted to spend quality and special time with them, but his schedule wasn’t empty for tomorrow. And he looked sleepy for a good portion of the broadcast. He never knew when to say goodbye, because he never wanted to.
The door to his den creaks a little when you twist and push it open. Bam is the first to greet you, looking just as tired as his dad, who was laying his head on his forearm on the couch. You pet Bam for a few before you’re telling him to go to his bed. He should be able to rest now that your boyfriend is done…
“Baby…” You hear him grumble.
Jungkook looks sleepier in person, eyes blinking at you slowly while you approach in your cozy sweatpants and fuzzy socks. He groggily pulls you into his side on the cushions, weakly hugging you and bringing his nose to your neck for comfort.
You realize you’re tired, too, when you fold into him and a yawn escapes.
“Did I keep you up?”
You hum at the deep baritone of his voice.
“‘m sorry, baby,” he slurs.
His fluffy hair falls over your face as he cuddles into your chest in apology. It’s believable that he’s sorry when the chill of his palms slide past the band of your sweats to grope your ass and pull you impossibly closer, offering affection and skin-ship.
“I’m so sleepy now… but can’t… sleep.”
Your fingers curl in his strands, brushing his long hair up into a makeshift ponytail and letting it all fall for the fun of it. “Yeah?”
Jungkook nods, his round eyes fluttering as he leans up to press his forehead to yours. Then, do you smell the beer on his lips and remember that he’d been drinking. No wonder.
“You’re drunk?” You ask.
“No…” he pouts, but then sighs. “Just a little…”
“Bam has an appointment today,” You say, glancing over at the dog in his bed already sleeping. “It’s after 6.”
“I knowww…” Your boyfriend whines. You can tell he’s no where near regretful of staying up all night, but it wasn’t the most responsible choice. He probably wasn’t going to be able to take Bam to the vet now.
After a moment, he looks to finally be dozing off to the sound of your breathing, the warmth of your skin underneath your clothing, and your nails massaging his scalp. You start closing your eyes, too, until you feel him shift on top of you and press his soft lips to your chin.
This man must have an adrenaline rush. Singing and dancing didn’t wear him out?
“Jungkook…” You groan, noticing how he’s riling you up as his wet kisses continue to your nose, lips, and cheeks, trailing along your jawline. “It’s cold.”
“‘m not doing anything,” he breathily chuckles.
He’s lying, but you let him have at it. It’s annoying yet too adorable how he peppers you in kisses and buries his head in your neck to playfully bite and suck. You tangle your legs around his body and prepare to fall sleep, but he has other plans. As you expected.
“Baby… Are you really sleep?” One of his hands circles around your hip to brush his fingers over the front of your cotton panties. “Don’t ignore me…”
Since he can’t find slumber, he’s going to make it your problem until he can.
“Take care of me,” he temptingly whispers. He’s plain rude and unfair when he dips his fingers past the seam and drags his thumb between your lower lips, rubbing your dampening folds up and down. “Please…”
He’s such a… brat.
But that’s a trait in him you hold so dearly and don’t mind feeding into.
It’s his puppy face and his wavy hair and the tattoos and piercings… his toned, hard body paired with his soft behavior… the flirting and teasing he knows that ticks you just right like the minx he is.
It’s him that has you moving out from underneath his weight and getting your easy ass on your knees before him on the floor. Your pretty boyfie wants to be taken care of and put to rest how he likes it. You couldn’t refuse him that.
Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open as he situates himself on the cushions and man-spreads for your body to fit between his legs. His tattooed hand comes down to palm himself over his sweats, creating some friction to get himself ready. But he’s not doing it rough enough, so you replace your hand with his and fondle him until his print starts tenting.
A husky grumble leaves his mouth as you pull his pants and Calvin Klein boxers a few inches down to let his dick free. He’s not completely hard yet, but you quickly replace the chill of the room hitting his sensitive tip with the hotness of your mouth. Deep throating him til he grows to full potential.
“Jagiya…” he moans, you quite literally blessing a nostalgic purr throughout his nerves. Jungkook brings your braids to one side of your neck for a better view of you taking him. You’re going slow and kind of carelessly, but the pace and feel of the back of your tongue is the best for how fatigued he is right now.
Jungkook lets his head fall back on the furniture while you pleasure him, eyes rolling closed and biting at his lip piercing when you suction your lips.
“I think I’m asleep already… You’re… a fucking dream, baby…” He says.
Your mouth starts to quirk at his corny joke, but you hold your laugh in. It’s actually cute, and you didn’t want to get lectured on why you should support all of his quips. Because he’d stop in the middle of this and whip out 100 reasons why.
You blink up to see that he seems to be dozing off again, finally being put to rest after falling victim to a mere blowjob. Your tongue slows over the veins of his girthy cock as you take him out of your mouth and stop…
But then he shuffles and runs his hand through his wild hair, acting as if he was just sitting there and enjoying it with his eyes shut. You react quickly and pump him, letting spit that you gathered bubble around his plush head as you kiss it.
Jungkook caught onto you though.
“Not sleep yet, baby.”
“Jungkook,” you whine, and he chuckles. “Go to sleep! You’re fighting it on purpose at this point.”
“You just edged me…” He yawns, grinning. “You’re getting lazy with your love for me, yeah?”
“All you have to do is close your eyes,” you mumble.
Jungkook doesn’t agree with that very reasonable theory. You think he’s going to go to sleep when you just gave him head with no pussy to follow? He still has plenty of fight left in him.
“You know what’s gonna put me to sleep, jagiya…” He says lowly, thumbing your spit-soaked lips that match his equally wettened cock.
Brat.
Bam was certainly going to miss his appointment with the way Jungkook was fucking with you.
You get up and pull down your sweats, quick to hop onto your boyfriend’s lap because of the cold. He greedily kisses you and wraps his arm around your waist, pushing you down by your thigh to make you hump his erection. It only takes a couple of grinds for you to be dripping with the need of him inside your walls.
You both yawn in synchronization as Jungkook fists himself and pulls your panties out the way, teasing you with just the tip. There’s that whimper in the back of your throat when his bulbous head first pushes through your entrance. Your boyfriend becoming a groaning and huffing mess as he works you down on him to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” he cusses beneath you when you begin moving, sliding his hand underneath your pullover so that your nipples can perk up how he wants to see. “I’m not going to sleep at all today.”
It’s a compliment and a promise that he wants to fuck you for a long while, but it makes you playfully roll your eyes at him. Cause hell no. He was not about to keep you awake any longer.
So you brace higher on your knees and grip the back of the couch for leverage. Jungkook’s arms lock around your hips, palms on your cheeks, and your other hand falls to his bicep, fingers grazing the array of tattoos on his skin.
He unevenly breathes at his favorite position you’ve gotten into but surprisingly doesn’t frame you for basically cheating this game. You don’t mention it either. You just gracefully fuck yourself down on his dick, gripping it so tight with your pussy that it has to be tragically slow and deep.
Your boyfriend won’t last long. He’s too lethargic to fight and fuck you back.
Jungkook sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, lazily tracing his tongue around the ring of it, sucking hard when you grasp his hair and force him to keep going. Being filled and loved on at the same time like this is about to have you change your mind and stay up all night, too.
“Mmm,” your boyfriend moans, tilting his head up to stare you in the face, licking over the hoop in his bottom lip. “You feel so fucking good, baby. You spoil me so much…”
“Cause you’re a spoiled brat,” you tell him, and he grins like one.
“You close?” He rasps and starts giving your clit some pressure.
You were barely teetering on the edge of an orgasm, since it’d only been a few minutes of sex that’s slower than usual. But you hum and keep rocking your hips for him because you knew he was.
His grunts and sounds of sweet satisfaction enhance when he shoots his load up into you. It actually pisses you off at how quickly his body limps and how he looks to be falling asleep post-orgasm. Still inside of you. With no goodnight kisses and hugs.
You firmly grip his chin to make him slit his eyes open.
“At least give me attention when you nut in me,” you mumble. You took him so well and made him cum… Jungkook not wanting to see how full of his semen he made you is unheard of.
“Cute,” your boyfriend blinks lovingly at you, bunny teeth pulling into a smile at your bratty pout. Now you wanted his attention? “That’s so cute.”
Your heart becomes infested with butterflies at how adorable he is admiring you and flirting with you.
Nope. You needed to move now or you both were never going to make it to bed.
So you move off of him and onto the couch, putting your panties back in place so that you don’t ruin the pillows with Jungkook’s cumshot. You go to pull your pullover back down, but he stops you.
“You didn’t cum yet,” he says, crawling over your body and grabbing your boobs in his veiny hands. He yawns again. His eyes are fighting to stay open.
“It’s fine, go to sleep,” you whisper.
He doesn’t listen. He starts pecking down your sternum and belly, hair flowing across your ribs. He’s determined to go lower, but you tighten your legs and push his head away.
“Babyyy,” he whines. You’re stronger than him right now, so he has no choice but to quit resisting. He stops moving, and you laugh at how your palm sits on his forehead.
“Just—let me eat your pussy one more time,” Jungkook begs, thinking those big eyes and pouty lips were going to get you again.
Hell, he didn’t even know what he was talking about. ‘One more time’ when he hadn’t done it at all yet? He was so tired that he was delirious. You didn’t want him to fall asleep with his face between your legs. And Jungkook is heavy when he’s dead weight.
“Go to sleep,” You coo again in his ear, coercing him to lay on your chest once you help put his dick away and cover yourself with your top. You’ll worry about cleaning each other later.
“Hmph…” He plops down on top of you with attitude like the brat he is. Bickering to himself as he glares you down, trying to intimidate you to change your mind.
“I have such a pretty girlfriend and can’t eat her out? Now you’re being mean to me?”
It’s hilarious how serious he is. Spoiled. As. Hell.
You just play in his hair and rub over his ears until his breathing slows. You’re granted success when he moves up to kiss you on the lips—a goodnight kiss—that lingers for a few seconds.
But, of course, he can’t have you thinking you’re off the hook. His baby has to cum.
“When I wake up, I’m gonna eat you out for hours and edge you til you cry,” he whispers. “I’ll ruin your fucking life, baby.”
You bite your lip and nod, softly kissing him in a silent response. You didn’t want to challenge him to a good time by speaking. He would never sleep.
Thankfully, he finds peace in you accepting your doom and lies down on your breasts, a smirk on his pretty face as he finally drifts off to dreamland.
It’s so hot when Jungkook acknowledges the power he has. Solidifying that he knows what he does to you by simply existing gets you insane…
You stay awake and watch the ethereal being rest until daylight breaks through.
Bam jolts awake as if he knows his own appointment time and would need to wake his dad. But you slip from underneath your boyfriend and let him get his deserved sleep, feeding Bam and preparing to take him to the vet.
You’ll sleep when they’re all taken care of.
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↳ you’re in a rookie girl group along with four other girls under BigHit Entertainment. You and the girls are good friends with your senior group BTS and your crushing on their Maknae and your best friend: Jeon Jungkook. But he’s crushing on you too...
Pairing: reader x Jungkook
Genre: idol!au, fluff//humour//angst
Length: 1/???
Current Status: On hold
Updates: Mon - Fri (at 3PM BST)
A/N — Hey! This is my first ever SMAU! So I’m sorry if it’s not great but I’ll try my hardest! I’ve done fanfictions in the past but nothing quite like this. Hope you enjoy it!
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↳ you’re in a rookie girl group along with four other girls under BigHit Entertainment. You and the girls are good friends with your senior group BTS and your crushing on their Maknae and your best friend: Jeon Jungkook. But he’s crushing on you too…
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↳ you’re in a rookie girl group along with four other girls under BigHit Entertainment. You and the girls are good friends with your senior group BTS and your crushing on their Maknae and your best friend: Jeon Jungkook. But he’s crushing on you too…
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↳ you’re in a rookie girl group along with four other girls under BigHit Entertainment. You and the girls are good friends with your senior group BTS and your crushing on their Maknae and your best friend: Jeon Jungkook. But he’s crushing on you too...
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↳ you’re in a rookie girl group along with four other girls under BigHit Entertainment. You and the girls are good friends with your senior group BTS and your crushing on their Maknae and your best friend: Jeon Jungkook. But he’s crushing on you too…
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Work you out (M)
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2.4K
In collaboration with the lovely @alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94
Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this contains heavy sexual themes and mature language.
Summary: Working for Hybe has been an experience. Being Jungkook’s manager is another story. His sharp eyes, firm jawline and snarky attitude was a deadly combination to begin with. The guy easily found his way to your heart and you simply couldn't take it anymore.
Thinking back to how I managed to land such an unimaginable employment opportunity must have been a miracle. Unquestionably, working for HYBE had so many benefits; I swore to never leave this place. Sure, I was a simple manager's assistant, but I was by the side of one of the managers that handled the most important talent in the stretch of South Korea, the entire globe to be honest, BTS. I was assigned the position of assistant to the manager of one of the guys, none other than Jeon Jungkook. I really couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was I a part of one of the most skyrocketing influential enterprises in the country, but I also had the chance to meet some of the most inspiring people in the whole world! Who would have thought?!
Did I have a crush on the guy by the end of my first month working here? Yes, but who wouldn't? He is the sweetest, always polite and courteous. I've met my share of self-boasting asshats; this industry is flooded with such. This guy is worth billions and he has remained ridiculously humble. Word got around about him being a wonderful young man and I could positively say he is so much more up close. Jungkook is ridiculously handsome that’s a given already, but his personality was the real deal-maker. He reminds me of a dark stormy thundery night where I cover myself with my favourite warm fluffy blanket starring out of the window a rich flavored hot chocolate in hand.
In general, I quite enjoy working at the company’s principled environment. Don’t get me wrong, nothing in this world is rainbows and butterflies, but overall, I can confidently say that it’s been a mainly positive experience. Thankfully, the department I am in is assembled by kind, funny people who like to get things done. There hasn’t been a day were I regretted coming here. As for my daily duties as an assistant, working for Jungkook meant keeping up with his appointments, helping him with anything at anytime, managing his schedule, making sure it matches with the other guys' and so much more. I was required to work around the clock and as a single independent woman in her late twenties who was trying to figure out the world around her that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, though I digress. Essentially, I was one of the employees responsible for pretty much anything and everything he needed. Our department was at his disposal 24/7 running around, living that busy life.
That's until the pandemic struck. That was the first time I thought to myself that this might be nature’s valiant plan to get back what man so forcefully took from her. Suddenly, everything was canceled; life got put on a hold. My dearest supervisor, Jungkook's manager, had to stay at home because he had kids. In fact, a lot of people had to stay at home. Abruptly, days became weeks and weeks became months. The desperation and frustration we were feeling was like nothing else ever experienced. Truthfully, it felt like something had been stolen from us and we could never get it back. In this manner, when the gears finally started grinding again I was assigned to be the on-site manager for Jungkook. That meant being in direct contact with him more so than before and of course, being responsible for a ton of other obligations.
Not going to lie, the first months were slightly awkward for both of us and understandably so. We both were used to very different working arrangements. I might have been working behind the scenes before, but now I had to step into the spotlight becoming his own personal shadow, and I am sure he wasn’t really comfortable with that. Taken into account the current situation everyone looked like a volcano ready to erupt.
Once, I happened to accidentally step in a not so common incident; maybe it was a circumstance I wasn’t supposed to witness. He was on the phone at the time, when I saw him. That’s why I decided it was best if I stayed behind the half closed door of the studio. I couldn’t hear what he was saying and it was none of my business after all, but I could tell by the minute I laid my eyes on him that something was wrong. Something had been bothering him; irritation written all over his face. He was pacing back and forth, phone still on his ear. He was clenching his fist so hard I wondered if his nails cut into his skin. He was breathing heavily, almost as if he would burst and his muscles grew tense.
Then, in an instant, it seemed that the call ended and as he was putting the phone in his pocket he slammed his fists down onto the table a loud bang echoing in the room. After some consideration, I knocked on the door to make my presence known and he sharply looked at me. Without having the chance to say anything to him he let out a loud growl and left the room leaving me dumbfounded and unaware by the door. Soon after that, he apologized for the way he acted confessing that he had an unfortunate falling out with one of his closest friends and at the time he couldn’t process what was happening. I would never forget that day. It was the day I came across a not so familiar side to him.
From that day forward, things miraculously became easier and Jungkook was way more relaxed around my presence, we joked around often and he even texted me to ask about a variety of things outside of regular working hours. We managed to develop a teasing relationship full of endless borderline flirtatious banter. He had this other side to him that only a selected few got the chance to know. Jeon Jungkook was indeed a comforting raging night, but he was also an infuriating playful mischievous brat when he wanted to be. This in all honesty, made him a hundred times more irresistible in my eyes.
Life was going on smoothly until Jungkook decided that taking after midnight trips to the gym was perfectly acceptable, insisting that I escort him instead of his bodyguard. I cursed every single time but I went anyway. Forty-five minutes after midnight he was lifting weights, unbothered. Taking secret short glances towards him I contemplated what I had done in my previous life to deserve this torment. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about the late hour, but to have this view in front of my eyes was causing me both mental and physical pain. The guy was clearly sculpted by the gods. With his broad chest, muscular arms and thick thighs he could have anyone he ever wanted. He even sported an hourglass figure; He is insanely unreal. That’s the main reason why I decided to sit there preoccupied with a silly game on my phone to kill time until the suffering ended. I was barely hanging from a string at the verge of blowing off the barrier between my personal and professional life.
Out of the blue, with a loud grunt, he dropped the weights, drawing me out of my contemplation. He looked annoyed for whatever reason. He tried his best to seem nonchalant but it was obvious, in his beautiful stern eyes. Could he be craving for an audience? Abandoning every rational thought I had, I put my phone away, looked in his direction as I got up to get water. I smirked at his clear annoyance. Surely, we weren't supposed to interact with the artists this way but I am cranky and sleepy, and for the first time ever, he was being kind of an ass to me. Was I perhaps the reason behind his sudden personality change? The thought kept floating at the back of my mind.
This kept going on for about three weeks or so and I gave him nothing. His annoyance prominent in his expression, more and more as the weeks went by. He was hot but I am sure all he had been seeking was an audience given that he missed it, or so I thought. Thursday evening rolls around and I was particularly iffy tonight ‘because I was extremely frustrated, sexually. This one was making my situation worse, sporting a tight black tank top and skinny grey sweatpants which made him look like a treat. He could easily pass for a bodyguard with those broad well-built shoulders. As my eyes scanned his body I realized this was the first time his tatted sleeve was on display. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. By the time I was done his eyes were already fixed on mine and I turned away immediately, embarrassment written all over my face.
Seeking solace in the women’s bathroom I tried to extinguish this ravenous yearning. The feeling of cold water did nothing to help the burning desire that was building inside me. Without warning, a knock at the door was heard, his sweet angelic voice following "Are you okay?" he asked, the remnants of a smirk could be heard still. "Jungkook you cannot be here, I am okay. I'll be out in a minute." I exclaimed, as calm as I could. "It's been ten minutes. I can't continue unless you're there." He insisted, I heard him chuckle after that.
With that, it was now or never, I pushed the door’s handle and made my way outside rolling my eyes in the process and he caught that, quickly moving closer, clearly annoyed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in my features, making him look not quite intimidating but definitely interesting. No, it was my mistake. Not just interesting, he looked ravishing. "As I said, I'll be out in a minute. Then you can finish up" I argued. But he didn't budge, moving even closer, if that was even possible, he was almost a breath away. "I don't feel like working out anymore" he declared like a child whose toy was taken away from him. As if I chose to play heads or tails with my career, I poked the beast further, "What is it that you want to do then?" I asked making sure he heard the annoyance in my tone. Coming even closer, to the point where he was completely pressed up against me, "You" he uttered calmly yet authoritatively. Before I could process what he had just said his soft lips crushed mine with a vengeance, thirsty. Pulling my lip with his teeth, he kept planting kisses from my lips to my jaw trailing down to my neck and décolletage; a surprised panting left my lips.
It felt as if I had involuntarily awakened this beastly hunger within him. His kisses insatiable and his touch was possessive, "I've been thinking about this for so long" he confessed as he took my hoodie off. "Sitting there, not giving a word let alone a glimpse. If you think this is off-limits you're wrong" he growled pointing at himself. "I can guarantee that once we're done here you definitely won't be able to look at me, ever." As he said all that, he managed to get me in a compromising position against the sink, his slim waist in between my legs. He kept my gaze as he lowered his head between my thighs. Little shit kept giving me hickeys on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, so close to my now dripping core. He enjoyed tormenting me and it showed. I was helpless but oh, God was all of this hot. He licked a stripe over my soaked panties, "Oh baby, you smell delicious" and with one hand he took off my underwear completely.
He sank in my folds, letting a guttural moan that I felt vibrating through my core. Not being able to think about what was happening I let myself indulge in my carnal desire my hands tangled in between his luscious hair.
He loved food and I've watched him eat before, but this must be one of his favorites ‘cause he was doing his best not to let a drop go to waste; he acted like a man starved. His hands held me in place, thankfully, ‘cause everything was too much; nothing could stop me from shaking, feeling everything deep in my core, he was too much. He just had to be good at everything. He kept a torturous tempo, from sucking my clit to his sinful tongue penetrating me, and as tears gathered around my eyes he decided to add his slender fingers in bringing me closer to heaven than I've ever been. "That's it baby, let go. Let go for me" he exhaled and just like that I had the most intense climax. My limbs felt numb, my whole body felt like rubber.
Before I could register what was happening he was back at it, sucking my over stimulated clit, my thighs unconsciously closing around his head as oversensitivity hit. "One more, please, come on baby, you can do it" he begged. He kept pumping his fingers while sucking my clit, as if it was his only goal in life. My screams muffled through my own hand clamped on my mouth as I reached my high for a second time that night. I felt it take over me with such intensity I didn't register what had happened. He emerged from between my thighs, soaked from me squirting and with a proud look on his face he declared "Now I look like I had the workout of a lifetime".
He helped me get dressed and pulled me close for a soft peck. He must have noticed my concerned look because he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug and said "Don't be scared about this, we can work it out. I really like you and I'd like you to stick around". Starring into his eyes, I nodded and he pulled me close for the sweetest kiss, trying to tame my bewildered hair. He helped me get dressed and got out the door first to make sure that no one was around. I waited for a moment and then I got a text.
Work you out (M)
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2.4K
In collaboration with the lovely @alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94
Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this contains heavy sexual themes and mature language.
Summary: Working for Hybe has been an experience. Being Jungkook’s manager is another story. His sharp eyes, firm jawline and snarky attitude was a deadly combination to begin with. The guy easily found his way to your heart and you simply couldn’t take it anymore.
Thinking back to how I managed to land such an unimaginable employment opportunity must have been a miracle. Unquestionably, working for HYBE had so many benefits; I swore to never leave this place. Sure, I was a simple manager’s assistant, but I was by the side of one of the managers that handled the most important talent in the stretch of South Korea, the entire globe to be honest, BTS. I was assigned the position of assistant to the manager of one of the guys, none other than Jeon Jungkook. I really couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was I a part of one of the most skyrocketing influential enterprises in the country, but I also had the chance to meet some of the most inspiring people in the whole world! Who would have thought?!
Did I have a crush on the guy by the end of my first month working here? Yes, but who wouldn’t? He is the sweetest, always polite and courteous. I’ve met my share of self-boasting asshats; this industry is flooded with such. This guy is worth billions and he has remained ridiculously humble. Word got around about him being a wonderful young man and I could positively say he is so much more up close. Jungkook is ridiculously handsome that’s a given already, but his personality was the real deal-maker. He reminds me of a dark stormy thundery night where I cover myself with my favourite warm fluffy blanket starring out of the window a rich flavored hot chocolate in hand.
In general, I quite enjoy working at the company’s principled environment. Don’t get me wrong, nothing in this world is rainbows and butterflies, but overall, I can confidently say that it’s been a mainly positive experience. Thankfully, the department I am in is assembled by kind, funny people who like to get things done. There hasn’t been a day were I regretted coming here. As for my daily duties as an assistant, working for Jungkook meant keeping up with his appointments, helping him with anything at anytime, managing his schedule, making sure it matches with the other guys’ and so much more. I was required to work around the clock and as a single independent woman in her late twenties who was trying to figure out the world around her that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, though I digress. Essentially, I was one of the employees responsible for pretty much anything and everything he needed. Our department was at his disposal 24/7 running around, living that busy life.
That’s until the pandemic struck. That was the first time I thought to myself that this might be nature’s valiant plan to get back what man so forcefully took from her. Suddenly, everything was canceled; life got put on a hold. My dearest supervisor, Jungkook’s manager, had to stay at home because he had kids. In fact, a lot of people had to stay at home. Abruptly, days became weeks and weeks became months. The desperation and frustration we were feeling was like nothing else ever experienced. Truthfully, it felt like something had been stolen from us and we could never get it back. In this manner, when the gears finally started grinding again I was assigned to be the on-site manager for Jungkook. That meant being in direct contact with him more so than before and of course, being responsible for a ton of other obligations.
Not going to lie, the first months were slightly awkward for both of us and understandably so. We both were used to very different working arrangements. I might have been working behind the scenes before, but now I had to step into the spotlight becoming his own personal shadow, and I am sure he wasn’t really comfortable with that. Taken into account the current situation everyone looked like a volcano ready to erupt.
Once, I happened to accidentally step in a not so common incident; maybe it was a circumstance I wasn’t supposed to witness. He was on the phone at the time, when I saw him. That’s why I decided it was best if I stayed behind the half closed door of the studio. I couldn’t hear what he was saying and it was none of my business after all, but I could tell by the minute I laid my eyes on him that something was wrong. Something had been bothering him; irritation written all over his face. He was pacing back and forth, phone still on his ear. He was clenching his fist so hard I wondered if his nails cut into his skin. He was breathing heavily, almost as if he would burst and his muscles grew tense.
Then, in an instant, it seemed that the call ended and as he was putting the phone in his pocket he slammed his fists down onto the table a loud bang echoing in the room. After some consideration, I knocked on the door to make my presence known and he sharply looked at me. Without having the chance to say anything to him he let out a loud growl and left the room leaving me dumbfounded and unaware by the door. Soon after that, he apologized for the way he acted confessing that he had an unfortunate falling out with one of his closest friends and at the time he couldn’t process what was happening. I would never forget that day. It was the day I came across a not so familiar side to him.
From that day forward, things miraculously became easier and Jungkook was way more relaxed around my presence, we joked around often and he even texted me to ask about a variety of things outside of regular working hours. We managed to develop a teasing relationship full of endless borderline flirtatious banter. He had this other side to him that only a selected few got the chance to know. Jeon Jungkook was indeed a comforting raging night, but he was also an infuriating playful mischievous brat when he wanted to be. This in all honesty, made him a hundred times more irresistible in my eyes.
Life was going on smoothly until Jungkook decided that taking after midnight trips to the gym was perfectly acceptable, insisting that I escort him instead of his bodyguard. I cursed every single time but I went anyway. Forty-five minutes after midnight he was lifting weights, unbothered. Taking secret short glances towards him I contemplated what I had done in my previous life to deserve this torment. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about the late hour, but to have this view in front of my eyes was causing me both mental and physical pain. The guy was clearly sculpted by the gods. With his broad chest, muscular arms and thick thighs he could have anyone he ever wanted. He even sported an hourglass figure; He is insanely unreal. That’s the main reason why I decided to sit there preoccupied with a silly game on my phone to kill time until the suffering ended. I was barely hanging from a string at the verge of blowing off the barrier between my personal and professional life.
Out of the blue, with a loud grunt, he dropped the weights, drawing me out of my contemplation. He looked annoyed for whatever reason. He tried his best to seem nonchalant but it was obvious, in his beautiful stern eyes. Could he be craving for an audience? Abandoning every rational thought I had, I put my phone away, looked in his direction as I got up to get water. I smirked at his clear annoyance. Surely, we weren’t supposed to interact with the artists this way but I am cranky and sleepy, and for the first time ever, he was being kind of an ass to me. Was I perhaps the reason behind his sudden personality change? The thought kept floating at the back of my mind.
This kept going on for about three weeks or so and I gave him nothing. His annoyance prominent in his expression, more and more as the weeks went by. He was hot but I am sure all he had been seeking was an audience given that he missed it, or so I thought. Thursday evening rolls around and I was particularly iffy tonight ‘because I was extremely frustrated, sexually. This one was making my situation worse, sporting a tight black tank top and skinny grey sweatpants which made him look like a treat. He could easily pass for a bodyguard with those broad well-built shoulders. As my eyes scanned his body I realized this was the first time his tatted sleeve was on display. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. By the time I was done his eyes were already fixed on mine and I turned away immediately, embarrassment written all over my face.
Seeking solace in the women’s bathroom I tried to extinguish this ravenous yearning. The feeling of cold water did nothing to help the burning desire that was building inside me. Without warning, a knock at the door was heard, his sweet angelic voice following “Are you okay?” he asked, the remnants of a smirk could be heard still. “Jungkook you cannot be here, I am okay. I’ll be out in a minute.” I exclaimed, as calm as I could. “It’s been ten minutes. I can’t continue unless you’re there.” He insisted, I heard him chuckle after that.
With that, it was now or never, I pushed the door’s handle and made my way outside rolling my eyes in the process and he caught that, quickly moving closer, clearly annoyed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in my features, making him look not quite intimidating but definitely interesting. No, it was my mistake. Not just interesting, he looked ravishing. “As I said, I’ll be out in a minute. Then you can finish up” I argued. But he didn’t budge, moving even closer, if that was even possible, he was almost a breath away. “I don’t feel like working out anymore” he declared like a child whose toy was taken away from him. As if I chose to play heads or tails with my career, I poked the beast further, “What is it that you want to do then?” I asked making sure he heard the annoyance in my tone. Coming even closer, to the point where he was completely pressed up against me, “You” he uttered calmly yet authoritatively. Before I could process what he had just said his soft lips crushed mine with a vengeance, thirsty. Pulling my lip with his teeth, he kept planting kisses from my lips to my jaw trailing down to my neck and décolletage; a surprised panting left my lips.
It felt as if I had involuntarily awakened this beastly hunger within him. His kisses insatiable and his touch was possessive, “I’ve been thinking about this for so long” he confessed as he took my hoodie off. “Sitting there, not giving a word let alone a glimpse. If you think this is off-limits you’re wrong” he growled pointing at himself. “I can guarantee that once we’re done here you definitely won’t be able to look at me, ever.” As he said all that, he managed to get me in a compromising position against the sink, his slim waist in between my legs. He kept my gaze as he lowered his head between my thighs. Little shit kept giving me hickeys on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, so close to my now dripping core. He enjoyed tormenting me and it showed. I was helpless but oh, God was all of this hot. He licked a stripe over my soaked panties, “Oh baby, you smell delicious” and with one hand he took off my underwear completely.
He sank in my folds, letting a guttural moan that I felt vibrating through my core. Not being able to think about what was happening I let myself indulge in my carnal desire my hands tangled in between his luscious hair.
He loved food and I’ve watched him eat before, but this must be one of his favorites ‘cause he was doing his best not to let a drop go to waste; he acted like a man starved. His hands held me in place, thankfully, ‘cause everything was too much; nothing could stop me from shaking, feeling everything deep in my core, he was too much. He just had to be good at everything. He kept a torturous tempo, from sucking my clit to his sinful tongue penetrating me, and as tears gathered around my eyes he decided to add his slender fingers in bringing me closer to heaven than I’ve ever been. “That’s it baby, let go. Let go for me” he exhaled and just like that I had the most intense climax. My limbs felt numb, my whole body felt like rubber.
Before I could register what was happening he was back at it, sucking my over stimulated clit, my thighs unconsciously closing around his head as oversensitivity hit. “One more, please, come on baby, you can do it” he begged. He kept pumping his fingers while sucking my clit, as if it was his only goal in life. My screams muffled through my own hand clamped on my mouth as I reached my high for a second time that night. I felt it take over me with such intensity I didn’t register what had happened. He emerged from between my thighs, soaked from me squirting and with a proud look on his face he declared “Now I look like I had the workout of a lifetime”.
He helped me get dressed and pulled me close for a soft peck. He must have noticed my concerned look because he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug and said “Don’t be scared about this, we can work it out. I really like you and I’d like you to stick around”. Starring into his eyes, I nodded and he pulled me close for the sweetest kiss, trying to tame my bewildered hair. He helped me get dressed and got out the door first to make sure that no one was around. I waited for a moment and then I got a text.
Work you out (M)
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2.4K
In collaboration with the lovely @alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94
Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this contains heavy sexual themes and mature language.
Summary: Working for Hybe has been an experience. Being Jungkook’s manager is another story. His sharp eyes, firm jawline and snarky attitude was a deadly combination to begin with. The guy easily found his way to your heart and you simply couldn’t take it anymore.
Thinking back to how I managed to land such an unimaginable employment opportunity must have been a miracle. Unquestionably, working for HYBE had so many benefits; I swore to never leave this place. Sure, I was a simple manager’s assistant, but I was by the side of one of the managers that handled the most important talent in the stretch of South Korea, the entire globe to be honest, BTS. I was assigned the position of assistant to the manager of one of the guys, none other than Jeon Jungkook. I really couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was I a part of one of the most skyrocketing influential enterprises in the country, but I also had the chance to meet some of the most inspiring people in the whole world! Who would have thought?!
Did I have a crush on the guy by the end of my first month working here? Yes, but who wouldn’t? He is the sweetest, always polite and courteous. I’ve met my share of self-boasting asshats; this industry is flooded with such. This guy is worth billions and he has remained ridiculously humble. Word got around about him being a wonderful young man and I could positively say he is so much more up close. Jungkook is ridiculously handsome that’s a given already, but his personality was the real deal-maker. He reminds me of a dark stormy thundery night where I cover myself with my favourite warm fluffy blanket starring out of the window a rich flavored hot chocolate in hand.
In general, I quite enjoy working at the company’s principled environment. Don’t get me wrong, nothing in this world is rainbows and butterflies, but overall, I can confidently say that it’s been a mainly positive experience. Thankfully, the department I am in is assembled by kind, funny people who like to get things done. There hasn’t been a day were I regretted coming here. As for my daily duties as an assistant, working for Jungkook meant keeping up with his appointments, helping him with anything at anytime, managing his schedule, making sure it matches with the other guys’ and so much more. I was required to work around the clock and as a single independent woman in her late twenties who was trying to figure out the world around her that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, though I digress. Essentially, I was one of the employees responsible for pretty much anything and everything he needed. Our department was at his disposal 24/7 running around, living that busy life.
That’s until the pandemic struck. That was the first time I thought to myself that this might be nature’s valiant plan to get back what man so forcefully took from her. Suddenly, everything was canceled; life got put on a hold. My dearest supervisor, Jungkook’s manager, had to stay at home because he had kids. In fact, a lot of people had to stay at home. Abruptly, days became weeks and weeks became months. The desperation and frustration we were feeling was like nothing else ever experienced. Truthfully, it felt like something had been stolen from us and we could never get it back. In this manner, when the gears finally started grinding again I was assigned to be the on-site manager for Jungkook. That meant being in direct contact with him more so than before and of course, being responsible for a ton of other obligations.
Not going to lie, the first months were slightly awkward for both of us and understandably so. We both were used to very different working arrangements. I might have been working behind the scenes before, but now I had to step into the spotlight becoming his own personal shadow, and I am sure he wasn’t really comfortable with that. Taken into account the current situation everyone looked like a volcano ready to erupt.
Once, I happened to accidentally step in a not so common incident; maybe it was a circumstance I wasn’t supposed to witness. He was on the phone at the time, when I saw him. That’s why I decided it was best if I stayed behind the half closed door of the studio. I couldn’t hear what he was saying and it was none of my business after all, but I could tell by the minute I laid my eyes on him that something was wrong. Something had been bothering him; irritation written all over his face. He was pacing back and forth, phone still on his ear. He was clenching his fist so hard I wondered if his nails cut into his skin. He was breathing heavily, almost as if he would burst and his muscles grew tense.
Then, in an instant, it seemed that the call ended and as he was putting the phone in his pocket he slammed his fists down onto the table a loud bang echoing in the room. After some consideration, I knocked on the door to make my presence known and he sharply looked at me. Without having the chance to say anything to him he let out a loud growl and left the room leaving me dumbfounded and unaware by the door. Soon after that, he apologized for the way he acted confessing that he had an unfortunate falling out with one of his closest friends and at the time he couldn’t process what was happening. I would never forget that day. It was the day I came across a not so familiar side to him.
From that day forward, things miraculously became easier and Jungkook was way more relaxed around my presence, we joked around often and he even texted me to ask about a variety of things outside of regular working hours. We managed to develop a teasing relationship full of endless borderline flirtatious banter. He had this other side to him that only a selected few got the chance to know. Jeon Jungkook was indeed a comforting raging night, but he was also an infuriating playful mischievous brat when he wanted to be. This in all honesty, made him a hundred times more irresistible in my eyes.
Life was going on smoothly until Jungkook decided that taking after midnight trips to the gym was perfectly acceptable, insisting that I escort him instead of his bodyguard. I cursed every single time but I went anyway. Forty-five minutes after midnight he was lifting weights, unbothered. Taking secret short glances towards him I contemplated what I had done in my previous life to deserve this torment. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about the late hour, but to have this view in front of my eyes was causing me both mental and physical pain. The guy was clearly sculpted by the gods. With his broad chest, muscular arms and thick thighs he could have anyone he ever wanted. He even sported an hourglass figure; He is insanely unreal. That’s the main reason why I decided to sit there preoccupied with a silly game on my phone to kill time until the suffering ended. I was barely hanging from a string at the verge of blowing off the barrier between my personal and professional life.
Out of the blue, with a loud grunt, he dropped the weights, drawing me out of my contemplation. He looked annoyed for whatever reason. He tried his best to seem nonchalant but it was obvious, in his beautiful stern eyes. Could he be craving for an audience? Abandoning every rational thought I had, I put my phone away, looked in his direction as I got up to get water. I smirked at his clear annoyance. Surely, we weren’t supposed to interact with the artists this way but I am cranky and sleepy, and for the first time ever, he was being kind of an ass to me. Was I perhaps the reason behind his sudden personality change? The thought kept floating at the back of my mind.
This kept going on for about three weeks or so and I gave him nothing. His annoyance prominent in his expression, more and more as the weeks went by. He was hot but I am sure all he had been seeking was an audience given that he missed it, or so I thought. Thursday evening rolls around and I was particularly iffy tonight ‘because I was extremely frustrated, sexually. This one was making my situation worse, sporting a tight black tank top and skinny grey sweatpants which made him look like a treat. He could easily pass for a bodyguard with those broad well-built shoulders. As my eyes scanned his body I realized this was the first time his tatted sleeve was on display. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. By the time I was done his eyes were already fixed on mine and I turned away immediately, embarrassment written all over my face.
Seeking solace in the women’s bathroom I tried to extinguish this ravenous yearning. The feeling of cold water did nothing to help the burning desire that was building inside me. Without warning, a knock at the door was heard, his sweet angelic voice following “Are you okay?” he asked, the remnants of a smirk could be heard still. “Jungkook you cannot be here, I am okay. I’ll be out in a minute.” I exclaimed, as calm as I could. “It’s been ten minutes. I can’t continue unless you’re there.” He insisted, I heard him chuckle after that.
With that, it was now or never, I pushed the door’s handle and made my way outside rolling my eyes in the process and he caught that, quickly moving closer, clearly annoyed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in my features, making him look not quite intimidating but definitely interesting. No, it was my mistake. Not just interesting, he looked ravishing. “As I said, I’ll be out in a minute. Then you can finish up” I argued. But he didn’t budge, moving even closer, if that was even possible, he was almost a breath away. “I don’t feel like working out anymore” he declared like a child whose toy was taken away from him. As if I chose to play heads or tails with my career, I poked the beast further, “What is it that you want to do then?” I asked making sure he heard the annoyance in my tone. Coming even closer, to the point where he was completely pressed up against me, “You” he uttered calmly yet authoritatively. Before I could process what he had just said his soft lips crushed mine with a vengeance, thirsty. Pulling my lip with his teeth, he kept planting kisses from my lips to my jaw trailing down to my neck and décolletage; a surprised panting left my lips.
It felt as if I had involuntarily awakened this beastly hunger within him. His kisses insatiable and his touch was possessive, “I’ve been thinking about this for so long” he confessed as he took my hoodie off. “Sitting there, not giving a word let alone a glimpse. If you think this is off-limits you’re wrong” he growled pointing at himself. “I can guarantee that once we’re done here you definitely won’t be able to look at me, ever.” As he said all that, he managed to get me in a compromising position against the sink, his slim waist in between my legs. He kept my gaze as he lowered his head between my thighs. Little shit kept giving me hickeys on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, so close to my now dripping core. He enjoyed tormenting me and it showed. I was helpless but oh, God was all of this hot. He licked a stripe over my soaked panties, “Oh baby, you smell delicious” and with one hand he took off my underwear completely.
He sank in my folds, letting a guttural moan that I felt vibrating through my core. Not being able to think about what was happening I let myself indulge in my carnal desire my hands tangled in between his luscious hair.
He loved food and I’ve watched him eat before, but this must be one of his favorites ‘cause he was doing his best not to let a drop go to waste; he acted like a man starved. His hands held me in place, thankfully, ‘cause everything was too much; nothing could stop me from shaking, feeling everything deep in my core, he was too much. He just had to be good at everything. He kept a torturous tempo, from sucking my clit to his sinful tongue penetrating me, and as tears gathered around my eyes he decided to add his slender fingers in bringing me closer to heaven than I’ve ever been. “That’s it baby, let go. Let go for me” he exhaled and just like that I had the most intense climax. My limbs felt numb, my whole body felt like rubber.
Before I could register what was happening he was back at it, sucking my over stimulated clit, my thighs unconsciously closing around his head as oversensitivity hit. “One more, please, come on baby, you can do it” he begged. He kept pumping his fingers while sucking my clit, as if it was his only goal in life. My screams muffled through my own hand clamped on my mouth as I reached my high for a second time that night. I felt it take over me with such intensity I didn’t register what had happened. He emerged from between my thighs, soaked from me squirting and with a proud look on his face he declared “Now I look like I had the workout of a lifetime”.
He helped me get dressed and pulled me close for a soft peck. He must have noticed my concerned look because he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug and said “Don’t be scared about this, we can work it out. I really like you and I’d like you to stick around”. Starring into his eyes, I nodded and he pulled me close for the sweetest kiss, trying to tame my bewildered hair. He helped me get dressed and got out the door first to make sure that no one was around. I waited for a moment and then I got a text.
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 in which you wish you and taehyung could go back to the way things were when you first got married, back before he started cheating on you.
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 cheater!taehyung x reader
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 mentions of smut, angst, strong language, cheating
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 this is my first ever blurb, or writing ever on here so please don’t judge. this is based off the lyrics to ariana grande’s song ‘honeymoon avenue’
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the first time it supposedly happened, he dismissed it as a rumor his fans had started in spite of the recent news of you being pregnant.
you, being the amazing wife you were, believed his every word.
the second time it happened, it was a different girl. a girl from some rookie group. he always told you how much he loved giving the rookies advice on the idol world. something you could never relate to.
now you see that he liked to give them more than just advice.
his excuse that time? you had just given birth to his second child and he missed the sex.
you, being the amazing wife you were, forgave him and moved on.
until tonight.
park jimin, your absolute best friend — thanks to your wonderful husband for introducing you two, had caught on to tae the first time and ever since then, he’s been your personal spy.
he loved taehyung like a brother, but he most certainly did not condone the behavior he displayed right in front of his group’s eyes. everyone in the group had known from the beginning how great of a player your husband was.
so when jimin had sent you a video of that same rookie walking into the bighit building, accompanied by your husband, and father of your children, you weren’t even surprised. the first thing you did when you saw their hands interlocked together was grab taehyung’s suitcase and shove as much stuff as you could into there. not caring how many designer things he cherished would get crumpled or ruined.
presently, you were sat on one side of the couch and he was sat on the opposite end, looking as guilty as ever as he fiddled with the rings accompanying his fingers.
not one of them being his wedding ring.
“how long?” you asked, keeping your eyes trained on the floor as your arms draped around your legs, holding them up against your chest.
“two months.” his voice sounded strained and you could feel his gaze on you as you were silent for a couple minutes, really basking in the fact that he was doing this for a while now.
you didn’t have words, so you just laughed. it probably looked and sounded ridiculous considering the situation, but you didn’t care. you were the victim here and however you took it was your choice.
“no excuses now, huh?” you poke your tongue in your cheek and meet his gaze, a petty kind of smirk on your face.
“babe-”
you cut him off, “while i was here, taking care of your children when i could have been out chasing my dreams, just like you...you were sticking your cock in some rookie bitch, trying to catch a nut wherever you could since i’m not good enough for you anymore.”
you hadn’t even known you were crying until you were done speaking, but you didn’t tear your gaze away or move another limb as you stared eye to eye with your husband.
he licked his lips and swallowed thickly, the sound honestly making you want to slap him. “i’m sorry.” is all he says. that makes you scoff and you turn your attention back in front of you, too angered to look at him anymore.
“i’m sorry.” you mock his deep, pitiful voice and shake your head. “honestly, where the fuck did we go wrong?” you rhetorically ask. “why can’t we just go back to the way things were?”
he keeps his gaze on you, unsure himself as to what to say. it’s quiet for a couple minutes, making both of you equally anxious as you dread your next words. the words that would change yours and your kids lives forever. words that no wife should or wants to say to her husband. but you remember how terrible taehyung treated you this whole time he was fucking that girl behind your back and coming home the same night to tell you that he loved you before he went to sleep, and you turn to face him fully.
and you being the amazing wife you are,
“i want a divorce.”
Convenience 1 - JJK
Summary: Jungkook has a crush on the girl who works at the convenience store.
Wordcount: 5.4K
Warnings: None so far. Maybe a lil awkwardness?
Chapter 2
a/n: this is my new series Convenience. I hope you enjoy. The plan right now is to make this a long series, so I hope you're in for the long haul.
Masterlist
The local convenience store wasn’t necessarily a dream job, but it does pay the bills, well, most of them.
After a few years of working there, the patterns of people start to become more obvious. Old couples always come in early to buy coffee and ask when you are going off to college even though you’re well past being fresh out of high school.
Then, there are the post-work rushes when a bunch of middle-aged adults come in to buy a quick meal.
Lastly, and possibly the worst group, are the late nighters. The most notable majority during that time are the handsy teenagers who are full of giggles as they come in to buy a box of condoms or cigarettes. They’re discovering new things, and they think they’re the coolest people in the world while doing it.
Occasionally there are interesting people who pop up and brighten (or worsen) the work day. You’ve started mentally taking down their information from what you can observe when these new people walk in the door. Last week for example: female, bright pink hair, age unknown since her face was obscured by her mask and hat, cool shoes, bought cookies, and didn’t say anything.
There are also a few regulars who you’ve come to know. Like the hot dad and his daughter who come in before school to buy coffee for him and milk for her. Aera, the sweet six year old with pigtails, always sits perched on her dad’s hip while he pays and makes small talk.
It was the third time they came in that Aera had finally removed her face from her dad’s neck and asked your name.
Since that initial inquiry, you and Aera have become pretty good friends if you do say so yourself. Every morning when she comes in, you ask if there’s anything exciting happening at school. When the day before you heard about something exciting, you always make sure to ask how it went.
Aera is one of the few customers who make your day brighter. There are other regulars who come in, but none of them excite you as much as the light up sneakered girl who talks about her teachers at school like they hung the stars in the sky.
Well, there is one exception to that statement. The boy who comes in almost everyday, and then would sometimes disappear for weeks or months at a time, and then he’d return to his everyday schedule like nothing ever happened. He always walked through the doors in baggy and mostly black clothes with his face completely covered by various hats and masks. The times he comes in are different than any of the other groups, always later mornings, right after Aera and her dad. You always assumed he was on his way to work, but without being able to see his face, it's possible he could be a college student.
He is another regular who never says anything, but the way he carries himself is what intrigues you the most. He walks in, and there’s this power to the way that he walks. If he wore suits, you would probably assume he is a CEO.
The more he comes in, the more you study him. You’ve observed him so much that you’ve noticed how he uses his left hand when he pays. He keeps his right hand tucked deep in his pocket while he uses his card to pay for his items.
His black card.
He’s an interesting guy to say the least.
. . .
Another morning standing behind the counter is when he talks to you for the first time.
Ringing above the door signals his arrival, and he walks toward the back of the store to the drink coolers.
This morning is different from every other morning. Normally, he seems to know exactly what he wants, like he’s been thinking about it before he even came in, and he’s in and out of the store in under five minutes. This time, he walks through every aisle looking at each shelf seemingly trying to find something. Typically his purchases include only food and drinks, but this time he takes his time browsing, and it seems like he can’t find whatever he’s looking for.
He pauses at the end of an aisle and seems to compose himself for a moment. You watch as his shoulders have a deliberate rise and fall–he takes a deep breath before turning on his heel and walking directly toward you. Even while he is turned to face you and walking straight toward you, his face is still hidden. The mysterious man places his items, two bottles of water and a bottle of iced coffee, on the counter; then keeps his head turned down and quietly asks,
‘Do you sell any bowls?’
You’re stunned for a moment.
First of all: his voice. A low timbre with a hint of satoori that you’re unable to pinpoint due to his mumbling. It sends goosebumps all over your arms. That is a damn sexy voice. Second: his questions surprises you. Bowls? Why does he want bowls? After a moment of thinking you let him know,
‘We sell paper bowls. They’re over by the paper plates and ramyeon.’ You respond nicely. Does your voice sound as nice to him as his does to you? That’s definitely not possible.
‘Thanks,’ He says quietly and then turns away from the counter toward the aisle you specified. He walks quickly over before picking up a pack to inspect them, and then he brings them to the counter with the rest of his items.
The conversation was too short for your liking; this man had been sparking your interest for months, and clearly he isn’t much of a talker, so the best way to fix that is to try talking to him,
‘You know, normally people buy food to put in those bowls, not just the bowls’ You say as you’re grabbing his items to scan and bag.
Why did you say that? That’s the dumbest thing you ever could have said to Sexy Voice. You’re fully prepared for him to ignore you and hoping he will. Who asks such stupid questions. But he surprises you when he lets out a low chuckle (even his laugh is sexy) before continuing,
‘My dog is out in the car and thirsty.’ He informs; there’s a hint of amusement in his voice, so maybe he doesn't think you’re a complete idiot.
‘That will be 7,000 won. What kind of dog do you have?’ Asking seems like the appropriate and least embarrassing course of action in order to get his mind off of your previous question.
He pauses for a moment as if contemplating whether or not he should tell you. He puts his card into the reader before answering,
‘Bam is a doberman. He’s very handsome.’ You can hear the smile in his voice while he’s talking about his dog.
Sexy Voice loves dogs. Noted.
‘Oh! I love big dogs. They’re so much fun!’ You exclaim, reminded of your old family dog.
‘Yeah they are. I love taking him on walks, but he’s really thirsty today so I stopped for water.’ He pauses and his head seems to start to rise for a moment before he digs his hand into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He takes a wad of cash and drops it in the tip jar, and while he’s doing that, you see a flash of ink on his hand but it disappears quickly,
‘Have a nice day’ he mumbles before collecting his drinks and bowls and speed walking out the door.
As the doors are closing behind him, you yell out,
‘Have a nice day!’
And then he’s gone.
. . .
Meanwhile, Jungkook is sitting in his car unwrapping the bowls and pouring some water in one to give Bam a drink of water.
He can’t stop thinking about you. Everyday he comes into the convenience store, and you’re always there. He’s never shown his face, afraid you’re going to recognize him.
But today he talked to you, and you treated him like a normal person. Your voice has his heart beating out of his chest; he’s never felt so normal before. Normally other girls try to pretend they don’t know who he is, but it’s pretty easy to tell they’re faking. But you, you don’t know what he looks like, and you didn’t react to his voice.
All those months of looking at you from outside the convenience store and then covering up once he goes inside are finally starting to seem a little less crazy.
Surely, if you knew who he was, you would have recognized his voice when he talked to you. Jungkook can’t contain his excitement,
‘Bam! Bam-ie, Appa talked to the pretty girl today. Isn’t that exciting?I know, I know here’s your water.’ He says–Bam doesn’t seem particularly interested in Jungkook’s crush on the convenience store cashier. Maybe it's because he’s a dog, but maybe it’s because he knows his Appa will never make a move.
. . .
Walking into the new Hybe building after taking Bam home, Jungkook has a renewed sense of energy to his step. He feels on top of the world after just having a small conversation with the girl who has been piqueing his interest for a while now. Immediately after exiting the elevator, he’s being rushed into a makeup chair to start getting ready,
‘You’re late.’ Miyoung, one of the hair stylists, chastises.
‘Sorry, noona,’ Jungkook replies cheekily, ‘Bamie took a long walk today.’
‘You could at least have the decency to look apologetic.’ She tsks while beginning to flat iron parts of his hair. He notices a quick glance of her eyes to the drink in his hand–it has the name of the convenience store on it, ‘You seem to have had time to go to your favorite place today.’
‘Ah Bam was thirsty after our walk, so I stopped for some water.’ Jungkook desperately tries to evade what he knows is coming.
‘Oh well Bam must be thirsty a lot if you go there so often. Maybe you should start keeping water with you?’ Miyoung prods.
To many of the staff who Jungkook interacts with often, Jungkook’s convenience store obsession is no secret. He always avidly attempts to play it off, but everyone tries to speculate about his frequent trips.
‘Maybe I should, but I’m awfully forgetful.’ Jungkook tries to move on to the next topic, ‘Oh, I don’t like the smell of this perfu-’
‘Jungkookah just ask her out already, we’re sick of you wasting time and money at the convenience store while pining over some girl.’ Namjoon pipes up from the makeup chair next to him.
‘She isn’t just some-,’ He realizes his mistake and clears his throat, ‘I’m not ‘pining’ after a girl hyung.’
‘So you admit there’s a girl?’ That annoying, knowing smile is sitting on Namjoon's face as he teases the maknae.
…
Jungkook had been reluctant to share his thoughts on convenience store girl with his hyungs, but one drunken night had led to loose lips on his part.
He spilled to his hyungs how he goes everyday to see the pretty girl who works there. His hyungs had watched as a pink tint took over his cheeks while he rambled about how kind and pretty you were. Jungkook had never been in a serious relationship, and he’d never really pursued anyone past his highschool crushes, so the other members were seeing a new side of their maknae
…
‘Ooh Jungkookie’s getting angry. Namjoonie be careful. You can’t insult his girl.’ Hoseok teases from the chair on the other side of Namjoon.
‘Hyungs, she’s not my girl. And there’s no girl, I just need things from the convenience store sometimes.’ Jungkook says tiredly.
‘Sometimes, Kookah? You go every day.’ Hobi continues to tease because he finds his dongsaeng’s grievances amusing.
If it were anyone else Jungkook would be way more annoyed, but the bright smile on Hobi’s face makes the teasing a little easier,
‘I just,’ he pauses trying to find something to defend himself, ‘I need stuff’ he mumbles, a slight pout forming on his lips.
Hobi breaks out into that full-body, contagious laughter, knowing Jungkoook can’t defend himself in this situation, Hoseok decides to keep poking fun at him,
‘Did you talk to her yet, Jungkookie? Or are you still at the stalking phase in your relationship?’ Hoseok asks, finding it hard to contain his laughter at Jungkook’s expense.
Rolling his eyes as he walks away Jungkook mutters,
‘Very funny Hobi hyung.’
His cheeks are turning red, and any words he could say to try and deny his hyungs would be fruitless as his embarrassment materializes on his face. Since his makeup is done, he walks to the couch against the back wall where Jimin is laying down and napping. Since he’s sleeping he won’t be able to tease Jungkook anymore than the others already have. Just as his butt meets the cushion, Jimin cracks an eye open. A cheeky smirk takes over his previously parted lips,
‘How’s convenience store girl, Jungkookie?’
Jungkook throws his head back against the couch and groans loud enough to have the whole dressing room snickering at his expense. He decides to tease Jimin right back, mostly because he’s the only hyung who will let him get away with it. He leans over, and drops his weight onto Jimin. After the older of the two lets out a grunt and some kind of insult about Jungkook’s weight, Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s ear,
‘Hyung, I don’t think you have any room to talk when all you do is drool over Taehyungie-hyung.’ Jungkook says quietly.
‘Yah! Get off me you brat.’ He shoves Jungkook away and shoots him a glare, ‘That’s no way to talk to your hyung.’ He pouts
‘That’s no way to talk to your dongsaeng,’ Jungkook quips back.
Jimin shoots him a tired look for a moment,
‘You’re lucky you’re cute or else I’d have kicked you out of the group a long time ago.’ Jimin mutters.
‘You’d miss me too much, hyungie.’ Jungkook retorts cutely.
Jimin sighs and stands up. Just as he’s walking through the doorway he turns back,
‘Hey Jungkook-ah’ he calls.
Jungkooks responds with a raised eyebrow and a questioning glance in his direction.
Jimin continues,
‘I’m thinking of going to the convenience store later. Wanna come? Or is three times in one day too much for your heart to handle?’ He asks cheekily.
Jungkook turns bright red and calls back, ‘It would only be the second time today hyung!’
But his attempt is pointless. Jimin has already walked down the hallway, and the only response is the sound of Jimin’s twinkling laughter bouncing off of the hallway walls.
Jungkook sits on the couch with his head tipped back and eyes closed as he thinks through all of the routes to take when it comes to his options with you.
He can keep going to the convenience store and barely talking to you, and his hyungs would keep teasing him.
He can stop going to the convenience store altogether, and try to forget about you
Or he can finally ask you out.
Jungkook mulls over his options for a few moments before he ultimately decides what he wants to do. Option two was definitely out of the question.
Jungkook had previously thought about giving up on his routine of daily convenience store trips, but their recent concerts in the states showed him that he really enjoyed seeing you every day, even if it is for only a moment.
He sighs and lets sleep take over. He’s going to rest for now. He’ll make a decision later.
…
You’re about to close out your shift late at night. Today you’re working a double since your landlord had increased rent recently, and money was getting a little tight. The owners of the convenience store had always been relatively fair with pay, but the unexpected increase has definitely taken you, and your bank account, by surprise. There are most likely going to be a lot of double shifts in your future. Luckily, it worked out kind of awkwardly where you work in the morning, have a break for a few hours mid-day, and then you work again later at night. The only thing you requested was not working the overnight shifts, and luckily the owners have been very willing since you work for them so much. You’ve been applying to other places, but without a degree, the job search has been a little disappointing.
Today has been a drag ever since Sexy Voice came in. No customer could’ve topped the excitement of him finally talking to you after months of just admiring him. You couldn’t help but to daydream and think about what he looks like. Surely, he has to be attractive to go with his voice; there’s no possible way for his voice and face to not match up. You also can’t help but to think about what he’s really like when he lets his guard down. You can already tell that he’s shy and a little reserved, but maybe he loosens up when you get to know him.
The bell above the door jingles, abruptly ending your daydreaming about the mysterious man who has been capturing your attention. Almost as if by fate, you glance up to see Sexy Voice walking to the back of the store, toward the drink coolers where he always goes first. He’s wearing different clothes, but they’re just as baggy, and his signature bucket hat and mask are covering his face. You can instantly recognize him by the downward tilt of his head, and the way he walks through the store–like he owns it.
He pauses in front of the drink coolers, and he raises his head to look through the soda options. That’s when you realize–he isn’t wearing a mask. You can’t really see his face since his back is turned toward you, and he’s still wearing a large bucket hat, but the sides of his jaw are a little visible from this angle. He keeps staring at the fridges, but then, he unexpectedly starts to turn around. You quickly avert your eyes; as much as you want to see what he looks like, you can’t be caught ogling at him. So, you turn to the side and start to occupy yourself with something, but you keep your attention on him from your peripherals. Instead of browsing the aisles like you thought he would, he continues to walk straight to the counter. He stops right in front of the register and clears his throat quietly to grab your attention, and you turn to him while trying to mentally prepare yourself to see him for the first time.
Jawline. That’s the first, and kind of the only, thing you can see about him. His head is still turned downward, and the bucket hat he’s wearing covers his eyes completely. You can see the pretty curve of his nose and the sharp jawline he’s sporting. He has clear skin with a nice golden tone to it. He’s definitely not super tan, but he certainly isn’t pale.
You can see his hands fidgeting in front of him. His sleeves are long and covering the majority of his hands, but your earlier observation was right– there is a little tattoo on his middle finger. He’s still kind of far away and you’re tired, so you can’t make out what it is, but Sexy Voice having tattoos, a sharp jawline, and a nice face from what you can see? You’ve decided that his face definitely matches the attractiveness of his voice, and you haven’t even seen all of him yet.
‘Hi,’ he says quietly.
You’re surprised to say the least. Until this morning he had barely spoken to you, and now he’s initiating conversation without asking you a store related question.
‘Hi,’ you say back, ‘How’s your day been?’ You smile to let him know he isn’t bothering you in the slightest.
‘It’s been okay,’ he pauses and takes a deep breath, ‘So- uh, I know we don’t know each other that well, and you don’t even really know me, but uh I was just wondering if I could- uh h-have your number?’ He stutters out his question, gradually getting quieter as he reaches the end. You just blink at him for a moment.
‘Are you serious?’ you ask him. Sexy Voice, who you’ve been admiring for a while, wants your number? He must be joking or pulling a prank.
‘Uh yeah?’ He replies and you can hear the hesitation in his next statement, ‘I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just,’ he pauses for a moment, ‘yeah.’
You let out a little laugh at his stumbling before replying, ‘Ok’
He freezes, and you laugh again at his nervousness, ‘Really?’ he asks, hands pausing in their wringing.
‘You sound surprised,’ you muse. He’s cute. His nervousness is showing, and you’re hoping that it means he’s genuine.
‘Well you just don’t really know me so I didn’t know if you’d want to give me your number because it can be scary you know?’ He’s rambling again at your response. It’s rare that girls remain so calm and collected around him. Normally they’re either screaming, crying, or ignoring him so your response is a change of pace from his normal interactions with girls.
‘Well, I would like to know your name before I give you my number,’ you pause, contemplating continuing your teasing, ‘and maybe I could get a look at your eyes before then too?’ You finish with a light laugh.
Embarrassment colors Jungkook’s cheeks when he remembers that he’s asking for your number without ever telling you his name.
‘Oh, yeah. Uh, I’m Jungkook.’ He finishes telling you his name and then he slowly moves his gaze from the floor to you.
You’re shocked by his gorgeous eyes. They’re so big and bright, and they pull together his handsome face really well.
‘It’s nice to see you again, Jungkook,’ you say as you reach for a scrap of paper and write down your phone number on it, ‘I’m __’
He finally knows your name, and it suits you perfectly. He rips the paper with your number on it in half right after you hand it to him, and you panic for a moment thinking he was actually joking with you. But then he surprises you when he reaches across the counter and grabs the pen you had used. He hunches over slightly and starts scribbling something on the paper. Jungkook takes a little longer than you think writing a phone number normally takes, and then he reaches for your hand and puts the piece of paper in it. He holds on to your hand for a moment as the two of you make eye contact before he drops your hand suddenly and averts his gaze back toward his shoes.
‘I’ll talk to you later?’ He asks and you can hear the hopeful tone in his voice.
‘Yeah’ you hum, ‘I’ll talk to you later, Jungkook.’ You smile.
Jungkook hopes you can’t see the redness of his ears at the way you say his name,
‘Yeah, I’ll see you later __’ he mumbles before he gives a quick jerk of his head that you think is supposed to be some form of nod. Then he turns and walks out of the convenience store. The confident walk he usually does has turned into a kind of shy shuffle. He turns back once more when he’s standing in the opened door, and you get to see his bright eyes and big smile with his scrunched up nose before he’s gone, and the door is closing loudly behind him. The lingering jingle of the bells over the door are the only remnants of his presence.
You glance down at the paper that he gave you before he left. You uncrumple it to see his number written at the very top, but below that is a beautiful sketch of a butterfly. How he drew a detailed little butterfly in such a short time, you’re unsure. But you know that you want to hold on to it. Quickly you take the scrap of paper and place it in the back of your phone case to make sure that it doesn’t get lost before you can text him.
…
After finally finishing your shift after the eventful day, you’re walking through the door of your apartment and thinking about Jungkook. How can someone so sweet and handsome even exist let alone want your number?
You’re setting your bag down by the door and walking toward your bedroom when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.
You glance down to see that it’s from an unknown number, and the angle that you’ve lifted your phone at hasn’t unlocked it with Face ID, so the message is still hidden. You throw your phone down on the bed and start to get ready to go to sleep–the message can wait.
Once you’ve showered and gotten dressed in pajamas, you crawl under the covers. Picking up your phone to check on your notifications from when you were working, the message from the unknown number catches your attention.
From: Unknown
Hi __ It’s Jungkook. I hope you made it home safe :)
You’re surprised for a moment; you didn’t expect him to text you so quickly considering how shy he’d been when he was asking for your number. You quickly add him as a contact before messaging him back.
To: Jungkook🦋
Hi Jungkook! I just made it home a little bit ago. Hope you made it home safe too :)
From: Jungkook🦋
That’s good
How was your day?
He’s awkward just like you expected, but it’s cute. He’s definitely introverted, but you’re hoping that once he gets to know you more, he’ll be more calm. You already got to see a little bit of his confidence and calmness when he was writing his number and the butterfly for you.
To: Jungkook🦋
It was good.
Long.
How was yours?
I think it’s only fair that I know what you do for work when you get to see mine everyday.
From: Jungkook🦋
I work in the entertainment industry.
Just boring stuff mostly
To: Jungkook🦋
Oh so you get to work with idols and actors?
From: Jungkook🦋
Something like that haha
Do you only work at the convenience store?
OH
Not that there’s anything wrong with that
Because there isn’t
Just curious
To: Jungkook🦋
Don’t worry about it :)
And no
I’m just working in the convenience store while I try to figure out what I want to do with my life
Haha
From: Jungkook🦋
There’s nothing wrong with the convenience store, __
I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it
To: Jungkook🦋
You didn’t
Don’t worry
If I didn’t work at the convenience store I wouldn’t have met you :)
From: Jungkook🦋
Oh
Yeah
I’m glad you work there too
Oh
That came out wrong
To: Jungkook🦋
I think I know what you meant
You and Jungkook continue texting back and forth, and while you’re doing that, you decide to look him up on instagram. You’d been wanting to look him up while he was coming into the convenience store, but you didn’t know his name until today.
Typing in ‘Jungkook’ in the search bar, the first person that pops up is a verified account, and you immediately scroll past it. But as you keep searching through the pages on instagram, you can’t find any that seem to be the Jungkook who comes to the convenience store everyday.
Out of curiosity, you scroll back to the top of the names and click on the verified Jungkook account.
Jungkook of BTS is what the bio says, and as you scroll through the pictures of him you start to realize this is your convenience store boy, but it’s a different side of him. You can understand why he would want to keep this a secret. His almost 40 million instagram followers probably bring him a lot of unwanted attention when he’s trying to do daily things like go to a convenience store. You switch back to your messages where Jungkook is telling you about some of his favorite games.
To: Jungkook🦋
Jungkook…
From: Jungkook🦋
Oh is it too much video game talk?
I’m sorry
I just really like them
To: Jungkook🦋
It’s not about the video games
Why didn’t you tell me you’re an idol?
Across Seoul in his dorm bedroom Jungkook is freaking out. He isn’t sure how long he thought he could hide it from you but he was going to try to talk to you normally. He’s panicking and he doesn’t know how to fix it. So, in an impulse decision, he calls you.
‘Uh, hello?’
‘__, listen. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who I am really, but–’ He starts to explain but you cut him off,
‘Jungkook, I don’t care that you’re an idol. I just, I guess I’m just curious why you didn’t tell me?’ You ask, trying to talk quietly so he doesn’t think you’re upset with him.
‘I guess I just wanted you to get to know Jeon Jungkook, not the idol Jungkook of BTS.’ He mutters quietly. Jungkook can’t help but think he’s ruined his chance with you by trying to lie about what he does.
‘Jungkook, I want to get to know who you are. That includes idol Jungkook. What you do isn’t gonna change my opinion of you, it just means that I can watch videos of you on youtube now.’ You laugh, attempting to ease the tension.
‘No! You can’t watch those, they’re so embarrassing.’ He whines.
‘I can and you can stop me, Kookah.’ You were having too much fun teasing him that you didn’t realize you let the nickname slip. The two of you had been texting for hours up until the phone call, and you felt like you had known him for years, ‘Sorry–I didn’t mean to-’
‘No, it’s fine. That’s what all the people close to me call me, and you can too.’ Just like every time Jungkook says something remotely flirty, or something that insinuates anything more than friendship, he starts the sentence confidently and then slowly trails off as he finishes, like he’s overthinking the whole time he’s talking.
‘Oh, so I’m close to you now?’ You tease.
Jungkook almost drops his phone as he feels his heart taking a flying leap to his stomach. He’s new to actually trying to pursue someone on a more than sexual basis. He’d had a girlfriend in high school right after they debuted, but that wasn’t anything remotely serious. It was shy glances across the cafeteria and maybe holding hands in the hallway.
He’d been introduced to a few of his hyungs friends, but things had been only a friends with benefits situation since he wasn’t looking to be in a relationship in the early stages of their career.
But as he approaches the nine year anniversary of being in BTS, Jungkook can’t help but start to think about the other things that come with getting older, like marriage and starting a family. All of those things never sounded like a possibility to Jungkook. Sure, he’s still fairly young, but he can’t help but to wonder. He’s not sure that you’re the person he’ll settle down with in the future, but he can’t help but to try.
‘Yeah, I think I’d like that.’ Junkook responds, smiling from ear to ear.
‘Me too, Kookah’ You respond and then let out a yawn.
‘Oh, you’re tired. I should let you get to sleep.’ Jungkook says disappointedly.
‘I am really tired, but I wish I could keep talking to you.’ You tell him, but not before yawning again.
‘I wish I could talk to you all night too, __’ Jungkook responds quietly, ‘But I’ll see you tomorrow.’
‘Yeah,’ you pause to yawn again, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’
‘Goodnight __’ Jungkook says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
‘Goodnight.’ You say before hanging up the phone. As you plug in your phone and close your eyes to go to sleep, your head is full of thoughts of the bright-eyed boy you’ve been admiring for months.
Convenience 2 - JJK
Summary: Jungkook's first date with the convenience store girl.
WC: 6.7K
Chapter 1
Warnings: Some angst, some smooches
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A/N: Here is convenience pt 2! I hope you enjoy!!
A/N 2: This got taken down for some reason and I'm working to get it back up so this is a repost! Sorry if you're seeing it twice.
Jungkook walks into the room where all the members are gathered for their afternoon meeting. His eyes are glued to his phone, and he trips over his chunky boots on the way to his seat since he isn’t paying attention to where he’s walking. His hyungs all quiet down as they watch Jungkook, who never even answers his phone when they text or call, engrossed in whatever is going on behind his screen. They all share a look of mutual agreement; this is totally unlike the Jungkookie they know.
‘Everything okay, JK?’ Namjoon asks. His questions seems to startle Jungkook out of his little bubble, and he looks up confused to see everyone staring at him, ‘Huh?’
‘You’re glued to your phone. Is everything okay back home?’ Namjoon asks again. The only time they have ever seen Jungkook this invested in his phone was when there was a small accident with his family in Busan last year.
‘Oh yeah. There’s nothing wrong.’ He mumbles and then turns his gaze back to his phone screen. The members watch in awe as a sweet smile takes over his face, and he starts typing quickly in response to his phone’s vibrations. There’s a childlike giddiness to his texting, and the members have never seen him like this before
To: Jungkook🦋
Ok go to work
Stop texting on the job
From: Jungkook🦋
You’re working too🤨
To: Jungkook🦋
Yeah but my job is way less important
The only time I have to pay attention is when cute boys in stomper boots come in to buy snacks and drinks
And there haven’t been any today🥱
From: Jungkook🦋
Lucky for you, I think there might be one later
Maybe about 4ish?
To: Jungkook🦋
Now you’re predicting the future?
Is there anything you can’t do?🤤
I’m not working then
I’m off earlier today
Jungkook can’t believe how comfortable the two of you are with each other now. The first awkward texts he sent are long forgotten now that the two of you are able to joke around with each other. And the best part? Neither of you are denying your feelings (?) or attraction to the other. He can’t wait to see where this goes, and he can’t wait to ask you on a real date.
‘Jungkook-ah’ Jin is snapping his fingers in Jungkook’s face. He had been so focused on his phone he hadn’t realized they were all trying to get his attention again.
‘Huh?’ He asks. He puts on his best wide-eyed look to try and avoid further questioning from them. He knows they want to know who he’s texting, or they’ll probably bug him about the convenience store. Little do they know, those two things are related.
Jungkook doesn’t think his hyungs will ever believe he actually bit the bullet and asked for your number. He thought it over last night after you had gone to bed and didn’t know if he should tell his hyungs about you, or if he should just wait and see where things went. He was so excited, and he couldn’t tell the most important people in his life about the exciting thing that had happened to him last night, but he also didn’t want to be teased even more than he already is about you.
While he’s getting lost in his thoughts again, the other members are all glancing back and forth at each other before Jin finally decides to bug him a little bit more,
‘Who are you texting so much?’ He teases
‘Oh? It’s nothing.’ Jungkook immediately locks his phone and puts it in his hoodie pocket.
He watches as the other members all share a suspicious look before returning their gazes to him.
‘Ooh Jungkookies got a secret.’ Taehyung teases from where he’s nestled up against Jimin as close as they can be in the uncomfortable office chairs.
‘Oh Taehyungie do you think he’s texting a girl?’ Jimin mimics Taehyung’s tone, and they both break into laughter at the exasperated look that Jungkook sends them.
‘Hyungs I’m not texting a girl.’ Jungkook sighs. This is exactly what he wanted to avoid by not telling them about you.
‘Yeah we know Jungkookie isn’t texting a girl. He’s too shy to even talk to convenience store girl.’ Hoseok adds on to Jimin and Tae’s teasing.
Jungkook bristles at this idea. Yeah he’d been pretty cautious around approaching girls he admired (namely you), but was it so hard to believe that he would be talking to a girl. The members knew that he had previous hookups, granted Jimin was the one to set those up but still.
‘You never know. I could be talking to a girl.’ Jungkook hums pointedly.
Jin, Hobi, Jimin, and Taehyung all share a look before bursting out into laughter. They all laugh exaggeratedly going as far as leaning their whole body onto each other like they do when they find something unbearably funny. Namjoon and Yoongi are watching with amused smiles from the other end of the table. They know exactly what kind of game the other members are playing, but they want no part in it.
‘Hyungs, it’s not funny. I am talking to a girl. That’s who I’m texting. I’m not incapable of talking to girls.’ Jungkook is desperately trying to convince them that he is talking to you.
‘Yeah sure, Jungkookie. We’ll believe it when we see it.’ Taehyung muses as chuckles are still shaking his body.
Jungkook is starting to get upset, and in a split second he whips out his phone, unlocks it, and shows his hyungs his screen, ‘Look I am talking to a girl.’ As soon as he holds the phone out, it’s gone. He looks up to be met with the sight of the four hyungs who couldn’t contain their laughter seconds ago. They’re all huddled around Jungkook’s phone and scrolling through the hundreds of messages you and Jungkook have sent back and forth since yesterday.
‘No!’ he yells and reaches across to snatch the phone out of his hyungs greedy hands and hold it protectively against his chest. Once he calms down, he glances back up to be met with the smug smiles of all seven of his hyungs.
‘Who’s __?’ Jimin asks, and Jungkook can’t stand the smug smirk that is resting on his lips. He can’t believe he let them trick him into outing his secret.
‘You all planned this didn’t you?’ He asks with an accusatory squint in his gaze.
‘So this __ girl, are we going to meet her any time soon? How did you meet her?’ Taehyung ignores his original question.
Jungkook glances back and forth at the faces of all the members. He considers telling them; it almost seems like he shouldn’t just to get back at them for messing with him like that. They all know him too well, and they all know just the things to say to get something out of him. Looking back up at all of them, they all have encouraging smiles on their faces, and Jungkook remembers how much he wanted to tell them everything before they started teasing him.
Jungkook lets out a loud sigh just to let them all know his disdain for the situation,
‘__ is convenience store girl.’ And Jungkook can’t help but feel smug at the look of shock that crosses all of their features. He can’t help but feel proud that he’s surprised them in some way.
‘Are you serious Jungkookah?’ Namjoon asks, ‘I think we all thought she was someone your Eomma set you up with or something.’
‘Yeah, hyungs, I asked for her number yesterday.’ Jungkook says proudly.
And then, like a bucket of ice cold water, the laughter returns, ‘Ok Jungkookie. That’s a good one. Who are you really talking to? Is it Hana? Are you guys hooking up again? Why would you put a fake name for her?’ Hobi rapid fired questions at him.
‘No, I haven’t talked to Hana in over a year, hyung. I really am talking to __, and she’s the girl from the convenience store.’ Jungkook is firmly trying to convince the members that you really are the convenience store girl who he’s been pining over for months.
‘So now you finally admit there’s a girl from the convenience store? I thought you just ‘needed stuff’’ Jimin teases.
‘And I thought you and Taehyungie-hyung were just friends, but here we are.’ Jungkook retorts with a wave of his hand toward where his two youngest hyungs are cuddling closely together. Jimin and Taehyung freeze from where they are leaning up against each other, and Taehyung clears his throat and slowly removes himself from his position glued to Jimin’s side. Jimin shoots a mean glare toward Jungkook and then awkwardly tries to move on from Jungkook’s accusation,
‘Ok so you really talked to convenience store-’ Jungkook interrupts Jimin,
‘Her name’s __ hyung.’
‘Ok so this __, you really talked to her?’ Jimin looks at him questioningly. All of his hyungs are sharing confused glances like they don’t believe him.
‘Yeah, last night I went to the convenience store and asked for her number. We texted and talked on the phone for a while.’ Jungkook starts the sentence braggin loudly, and by the time he’s done his cheeks are bright red and he’s mumbling quietly. All of the members are looking at him in disbelief.
‘Does she know who you are?’ Namjoon asks.
Jungkook can’t help but be a little upset that his first question is accusing you of something. He gets that the leader is always looking out for him, but he finds it a little rude that he doesn’t even know you and that’s the first thing he wants to ask,
‘She said she knows of BTS and has heard some of our songs, but she doesn’t know who the individual members are.’ Jungkook says, ‘You guys should get to know her sometime she’s really great.’ He finished off his statement, excited at the thought of you getting to meet the six people closest to him.
‘Are you sure she’s not just saying that Jungkookie?’ Namjoon asks quietly.
Jungkook can’t believe what he’s hearing. Namjoon doesn’t even know you.
‘Hyung, just trust me. She’s a good person.’ Jungkook pleads
‘But you don’t even know her Jungkookie. You just think she’s pretty.’ Namjoon argues.
‘Hyung, you were the one teasing me about asking her out yesterday. And I did. Now you’re going back on that.’ Jungkook is getting frustrated with how hypocritical Namjoon is being. Namjoon is in a relationship with a non-idol girl and has been for years. And Seojun-noona is great, but none of them questioned Namjoon about whether or not she was trustworthy before they started dating,
‘I’m just trying to make sure you’re safe, Jungkookah.’ Namjoon pleads.
‘Well, you’re being an ass.’ Jungkook throws back.
‘Jungkook!’ Jin scolds from where he and the other members had been silently watching their leader and the maknae’s argument, ‘Language. Just because you’re mad doesn’t mean you can swear at your leader who’s also your hyung.’
‘Well just because he doesn’t know __ doesn’t mean he can insinuate that she doesn’t have good intentions. Just like he said; I hardly know her. So let me get to know her so that I can make that decision for myself. Right now she seems like a great girl, and I don’t want her to prove me wrong.’ Before Namjoon can even bring up the consequences to his career Jungkook beats him to it, ‘And before you even start, if she goes to the press with something, so what. I’m so tired of dictating my life based on what the public wants me to do. I can’t be single forever, and honestly it’s safer to date someone than to keep fucking around with people. So let me be the judge of her character, and just support me, your dongsaeng, in my interest in someone.’ Jungkook finished with a tired sigh and an usure glance toward Namjoon.
All of the other members are sitting around the table in shock. They had no idea he even wanted to start getting more serious with his relationships.
‘I’m sorry Jungkook, you know we just want the best for you.’ Namjoon says, and Jungkook can see that his apology is sincere, but he’s still upset,
‘Everyone always wants the best for me and I just end up smothered. So much so that when I do make a mistake it’s blown completely out of proportion. Like the car accident or when I hugged my friend or when I just went to dinner with my friends. All three times were such simple mistakes or not even a mistake, and I had to make public apologies. I just want to be able to meet someone and potentially date, which you encouraged me to do.’ Jungkook is frustrated and he sees Namjoon opening his mouth to say something again, but before he can Jungkook stands up and turns toward the door where their managers are just now walking in,
‘I’m sure you can finish the meeting without me since everyone seems to make decisions for me anyway,’ and Jungkook walks out the door leaving his upset hyungs behind in a room thick with tension.
Jungkook walks down the hall, and gets into the elevator to head to his studio. While he’s in the elevator he pulls out his phone to see messages from you that he never answered.
From: Jungkook🦋
I’m not all that __
Is the convenience store really busy right now?
Can I come down?
To: Jungkook🦋
No it’s not busy right now
But my shift ends in like 30 minutes
However it is a public place, so you don’t really need my permission
I thought you had work?
From: Jungkook🦋
I’m not really having the best day at work
I need some of my favorite snacks to cheer me up
And I need to fulfill someone’s wish for cute boys in stomper boots😇
To: Jungkook🦋
Oh no what happened
You can come down there’s plenty of snacks to make you feel better
I’m always down for cute boys in stomper boots🥹
From: Jungkook🦋
I’ll be down soon
To: Jungkook🦋
Can’t wait to see you handsome😌
Jungkook can’t believe what he’s seeing. You seem like you’re into him, and that’s way better than any arguments with Namjoon. Once the elevator reaches the floor and the doors open, he presses the button for the parking lot. He steps out and realizes how much colder it is today, and he heard earlier on the radio that it will probably snow tonight. As Jungkook is driving he starts thinking over the situation with you. He thinks that a snowy night sounds like the perfect first date with you.
Jungkook parks outside of the convenience store, and out of habit he cranes his neck to try and look into the windows of the store to catch a glimpse of you. Then he remembers that he can talk to you. He gets out of his car and walks toward the door. The telltale ringing of the bells singal his arrival and instead of heading straight for the drink coolers in the back, he walks right toward the register where your smile is greeting him.
…
You’d been working at the store since the early morning, and in between helping customers you were texting Jungkook. The first disappointment of the day was when Jungkook let you know he couldn’t come to the store before work this morning since he had woken up later than he wanted to. The day had been much more boring than you’d like with Jungkook not coming in. You did still get to see Aera and her dad today. She told you all about how she came in second place in a drawing contest at school. She even brought the drawing with her to show you her drawing of a butterfly. It only looked a little off if you tilted your head and squinted.
It was a few hours later when Jungkook texted you that he was having a bad day at work. As much as you wanted to be excited to see him, you were worried that he didn’t want to tell you what’s wrong.
That was when you sent your last text where you called him handsome. As soon as you hit send, you threw your phone down on the counter. You can’t believe you actually called him that directly.
Just as you’re mulling over your embarrassment, the bells above the door jingle, letting you know that Jungkook has arrived. You look over at him and smile, and you can tell he matches your smile by the way his eyes crease above his mask. You’re a little disappointed that he’s wearing the mask, but he is still an idol afterall, and you assume he wants to keep his identity a secret from the public even if the store is empty for now.
‘Hi Kook-ah.’ You can’t wipe the smile off your face when seeing the handsome man in front of you.
‘Hey’ he says back quietly.
You can tell that he isn’t feeling his normal self, even only knowing him for a short amount of time, he’s very easy to read,
‘I’m sorry you’re having a bad day Kook.’ You say sympathetically. You can really see in his eyes that something is weighing on him, ‘is there anything I can do to help?’
You watch as Jungkook seems to pause to think something over. You can see the focus in his eyes change,
‘Actually there is something you can do. You get off work soon right?’ Jungkook asks timidly
‘Yeah probably about 5 minutes and then I can leave. Why?’ You ask, although you’re kind of hoping this is heading in the direction you think it is.
‘Would you want to go on a date? With me?’ Jungkook asks, and you can see the hopeful shine in his bright eyes.
‘I’d love to but,’ You watch as Jungkook visibly deflates at your answer and just as he opens his mouth to voice his acceptance of your rejection you continue, ‘I’m not really dressed for a date right now.’ You finish with a laugh.
‘Oh,’ That is not what Jungkook was expecting you to say, ‘Well, uh, me neither, but we can just keep it casual?’ He asks, hopeful again.
‘That sounds nice,’ you agree, ‘What do you have in mind?’
‘Well there’s a little restaurant with the best pork belly, and they have a private booth so we don’t have to worry about anything. Then we can see from there?’ The restaurant in question is one Jungkook occupies frequently with Jimin. It’s actually the place where he confirmed Jimin’s crush on Taehyung many months ago.
‘Oh should I wear a mask too? Would it help?’ You ask
‘No it should be fine. I know the owner so we can go in the side entrance, and it’ll lead right to the private room where we can eat.
…
The ride over to the restaurant was uneventful; other than the obvious fact that Jungkook drives a nice car. The Mercedes looked brand new on the inside and outside, almost like it was barely driven. He turned up the radio, and instead of awkward silence overwhelming the two of you, Jungkook filled the silence with light singing to the songs on the radio while tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
When you pulled up to the restaurant Jungkook took his phone out which you had heard buzzing a lot on the drive over. You thought he was going to answer the incessant messaging when he suddenly turned his phone off altogether,
‘Everything okay?’ You asked quietly so as not to scare him in the quiet atmosphere that had taken over his car.
‘Yeah. Let’s go in’ He said, trying to change the subject from whatever had been going on behind his phone screen.
You both get out of his car and head toward the side door of the restaurant, and as you open the door you’re overwhelmed by the aroma of grilled meat. Just like he said earlier, the side door is directly across from a small room with a table and chairs in it. There’s a large door that separates the room from the hallway that leads to the rest of the restaurant where you can hear the bustling of people eating their meals and chatting. He walks straight into the room and you follow him, and he then reaches behind you and slides the door shut to give you two some privacy,
‘I messaged the owner earlier that we are heading over. They’ll only open the door when they’re taking our order or bringing food so I can relax.’ He says quietly, ‘sorry we can’t go out on a real date.’
While he was talking you took your seats at the table, and when he voices his insecurity you reach across the table and grab his hand, ‘This is a real date Junkook. If anything it’s better because we get the whole room to ourselves.’ You reassure him, laughing quietly.
Jungkook can’t believe he’s found a girl who is so understanding of his situation. He’s never really dated, but he’s heard from his friends how hard it can be on some girls when it seems like your boyfriend is only trying to hide you away. His hyungs have told him about the times where girls have gotten angry or cried because they’re unhappy about having to hide on a date. But that’s the thing with dating an idol. It sounds amazing to be able to date an idol in theory, but there are a lot of hurdles to jump over in reality. It isn’t about the glamor of showing off your boyfriend. It’s about being accommodating and understanding. There’s a lot of patience necessary to be able to work around crazy and unexpected schedules. If anything, dating an idol requires real, true feelings because you have to care for someone a lot to be able to work around everything that comes with the idol territory.
He snaps out of his daydream to see you looking over the menu,
‘We should get the pork belly and maybe some marinated beef to grill with all the side dishes.’ He suggests and you can’t help but smile at the way he gets excited at the thought of the food you’ll be eating. You close your menu,
‘That sounds great. I’ll take your recommendation since you’re the regular,’ you pause for a moment to gauge his reaction, and all you’re met with is his bright smile, ‘I have to say, I’m kind of sad I’m not the only place you visit regularly.’ You jokingly pout.
‘Well, the convenience store doesn’t have pork belly, unfortunately.’ You know he’s joking, but the way he pouts at the thought makes you smile.
You’re interrupted by the waitress coming into the room to take your order. Jungkook recites what you’ve decided on and makes sure to tell her to bring a generous amount of meat. The older lady who was taking your order reassures him that she’ll make sure her ‘international super star’ is well fed. Her statement leaves Junkook a blushing mess while you break out into laughter.
‘Ignore her,’ Jungkook mumbles while patting his cheeks to try and combat the redness.
‘It’s too bad,’ you start, ‘I guess you can’t be my international superstar since she’s already claimed you.’ You finish with an amused pout.
Jungkook looks up at you wide eyed and still, despite his best efforts, rosy cheeked,
‘Oh she’s just–I’ve uh you know,’ Junkook is cutely stumbling over his words, ‘We come here a lot.’
It’s amusing to see how he can go from returning your flirty remarks to being shy and embarrassed. He’s definitely more confident over text, and as you’ve already seen, the more time you spend together, the more open he becomes.
You suppose it comes with the territory of his job; he can’t go around telling everyone the details of his life because he’ll never know who might use that against him.
Jungkook decides to change the subject to get your attention away from his embarrassment,
‘How was work today? Anything exciting?’ He asks, and this is one thing you’re already admiring about Jungkook. A lot of people ask questions similar to this almost as an obligation, and they don’t really seem to care for the answer. But when Jungkook asks, you have his full attention, and he genuinely cares.
‘Nothing exciting really. This is the best part of my day so far. How about yours? You said you weren’t having the best day at work?’ You ask, concerned.
‘I just had a fight with one of my hyungs. It’s not a big deal.’ Jungkook says, and the way he dismisses it makes you want to comfort him,
‘It’s a big deal if it makes you upset, Kook-ah.’ You say, trying to reassure him. You can already see a subtle change in his mood, and you don’t want to upset him on your date, ‘We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.’
And as if on cue, the waitress brings out your food to start grilling, and Jungkook gives your hand a squeeze and a confident smile before returning his hand to his lap.
…
After talking about Jungkook’s day at work, you two quickly moved on to other topics while he grilled the meat for you. The late lunch was filled with laughter and full bellies. Jungkook can eat, and after the initial servings you were brought, he asked for more meat and then dessert.
The afternoon was full of seeing quirks of his personality come out from the guarded personality he usually maintains. You’ve quickly discovered that his huge smile makes butterflies dance in your stomach. It’s so endearing to see that even though he’s someone who lives such an extravagant life and has what most people would assume is everything he could ever want, the small miniscule things in life are what he gets excited over.
Once you’ve cleared your plates, you’re absolutely stuffed, ‘I’m gonna have to start training now if I want to keep up with your appetite.’ You laugh. Jungkook laughs at your response too before he pauses for a moment and looks you in the eye,
‘You would wanna do this again?’ He asks timidly. You can’t help but be endeared by his apprehension, and he’s started tapping his fingers on the table nervously. You reach over and set your hand on top of his twitching fingers,
‘I would love to do this again, Jungkook.’ The change in his face is almost comical. He pauses as if to register your words, and then he grins from ear to ear, with his nose scrunch and smiley eyes beaming right at you.
Instead of saying anything in response Jungkook suddenly asks,
‘Would you like to go on a walk along the river?’ His nervousness returns, and instead of looking at you, he keeps his eyes focused on where your hand is still laying over his on the table.
‘Let’s go.’ You say and give his hand a quick squeeze before standing up. You wait for him to lead the way out of the restaurant.
…
The drive to the river is mostly quiet, but not awkward, silence. The two of you were just sitting comfortably in each other’s presence. Out of the corner of your eye, you’re glancing down and admiring Jungkook’s tattooed hand resting on the gear shift. He has such long, pretty fingers, and the tattoos just add to the attractiveness on his hands. Hands, for you, always reveal a lot about people. Whether they’re clean, dirty, scarred, clean nails, or dirty nails. The way he’s tapping his fingers along to the music playing on the radio brings other things to mind. You’re broken out of your thoughts by Jungkook’s voice,
‘It’s snowing.’ He says quietly, and true to his word you look out the window to see snow falling delicately from the sky, ‘I love the snow’ he murmurs.
‘Me too,’ You reply, ‘It’s so pretty and calm.’ He doesn’t say anything in response, but you don’t need him to. As he parks near the river, you just sit in the car admiring the snow fall,
‘Oh no,’ You say quietly, ‘My shoes are going to get wet.’ You say as you look between your not at all waterproof shoes and the few inches of snow that have fallen on your drive over.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything; he just gets out of the car and rounds the front to your side. He puts his mask back on, and he pulls his hood up, presumably to keep himself hidden from the few people in the park. Jungkook opens your door and you can see his eyes crinkle in delight above his mask,
‘Hop on,’ he says and turns around crouching a little low.
‘What? No. I’ll be fine.’ You protest. He glances back over his shoulder and jerks his head in a ‘come on’ motion. Something tells you he’s not going to give this up. Luckily the snow hasn’t really stuck to the parking lot yet, just the grass you’ll be walking through. You step out onto the concrete and then set your hands on his shoulders. You jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, and his hands come up to wrap around your thighs just above your knees. He hoists you up a little higher, and as your legs squeeze him tighter, you can feel how built he is beneath his baggy clothes,
‘Ready?’ He asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice, presumably smug about getting to show off his strength. You confirm that you’re ready, and he heads off toward the river.
‘Let me know if you get tired,’ You tell him quietly, ‘I can deal with wet shoes for a little bit.
He scoffs in response and just mutters a small agreement almost as if it’s offensive to insinuate that he would get tired.
‘Oh sorry, I meant thank you my big strong Kookie. Carry me to the ends of the earth,’ You finish with a laugh and reach around to pinch his cheek. He turns his head away from your hand, embarrassed and he mumbles quietly,
‘I’ll drop you.’
You answer with a gasp, ‘You wouldn’t dare.’ Now you’re both laughing, and you’re approaching the path along the river.
‘Ok you can let me down now. The path doesn’t look wet.’ You say and try to break your legs out from his grasp. He makes a noise of disagreement and doesn’t let go. You struggle to get down even going as far to give a light smack to the top of his shoulder. You’re both laughing as you playfully wrestle out of his grip, and as you’re doing so, you manage to get one of your legs out of his hands. As your foot meets the ground it connects with his which was taking a step forward. Suddenly the view of the river that you’d been watching as you approached spins around as Jungkook’s feet slip out from underneath him. You both tumble to the ground, and you close your eyes, expecting to feel the impact of the ground. When you open them and reorient yourself, you look down to see Jungkook laying underneath you, the part of his cheeks that you can see bright red but his eyes reveal that there’s a huge smile on his face.
You both break out into hysterical laughter,
‘I can’t believe you actually dropped me.’ You say, unable to contain your giggles at the sight of his embarrassment.
‘That was not my fault,’ he vehemently protests. He’s still refusing to meet your eyes.
‘It definitely was.’ You say back and stick your tongue out at him.
Jungkook pulls his mask down to do it back to you, and once he’s smiling again you can’t help but to admire how handsome he really is. He finally makes eye contact with you, and you see his eyes glance down toward your lips. You do the same to him. Eyes glancing down to his lips, admiring the small beauty mark beneath his bottom lip. There’s a hitch in his breath as he slowly starts to lean toward you, eyelids drooping. You throw caution into the wind and quickly close the distance between your mouths.
Underneath you, Jungkook doesn’t have a care in the world. The snowy ground underneath him slowly dampens his clothes. Your lips are moving against his languidly, and Jungkook can’t help but to lean into you.
He’s never had a kiss quite like this one; there’s emotion behind the way your lips move against his. His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and his stomach is tingling with excitement. It’s like you’ve lit a fire inside of him, and he can’t help but to think that kissing you is one of his favorite things to do.
You can’t believe the rush of emotions coursing through your veins. His lips are soft and warm, and the way they move against yours makes you feel like your heart is going to implode. Jungkook is a great kisser, and you never want him to stop. Finally, as you’re running out of breath, you pull back.
You both stare at each other breathing heavily, and before you can think of anything to say, Jungkook’s hand is coming to cup the side of your face. He gently runs his thumb along your cheekbone where a snowflake is melting against your skin, and then he guides you forward so your lips can meet again.
After a moment, you break away from him laughing,
‘As much as I’d love to keep doing that, my knees are cold.’ You tell him. It’s then that he looks down and sees your knees in the snow on opposite sides of his waist. He clears his throat and awkwardly avoids eye contact; he hadn’t realized that you were straddling him the whole time.
You stand up and offer a hand to pull him up,
‘Oh, your back is covered in snow, you’re going to freeze.’ You’re worried about him, and you reach around to wipe the snow off of his jacket, but the damage is done. His back is soaked through.
Jungkook didn’t even feel cold until he stood up and you stopped kissing him, ‘Let’s go back to the car.’ He mumbles. Still slightly embarrassed at the position you’d been in, and a little embarrassed about falling.
You laugh at him and grab his hand to pull him back toward the car. There’s no sense in worrying about wet shoes, when your pants are soaked.
When you reach the car, he turns the heat up to full blast to try and warm up. Jungkook looks into the back and pulls out an extra puffer coat from behind him and tries to offer it to you. It’s cute the way he wordlessly does things he’s shy about,
‘You’re the one who’s shirt is soaked. You need to wear it.’ You say, pushing away his that is trying to give you the coat.
‘I don’t need it.’ He protests.
“Jungkook, you were laying in the snow. You need it more than I do.’ He doesn’t listen to you, and instead reaches over and lays the coat over your legs. You shoot him a glare in return before taking the coat and throwing it back into his lap. This causes him to crack a smile, and he tries to give it to you again. Instead you curl up in your seat and face the window with your arms crossed to try and keep him from putting it over your lap again.
‘__-ah,’ He’s laughing even more now, ‘Take my coat.’ You can hear the amusement laced in his tone, but despite his insistence you keep ignoring him. ‘__-ah look at me.’ He gives a light push to your shoulder from behind.
Once he realizes you’re not giving up on ignoring him, he huffs out a frustrated sigh before relenting, ‘Fine, I’ll wear it.’ You can hear the shuffling of the coat’s material, and when you peek over your shoulder to see if he’s actually wearing it, he’s sitting with a pout on his lips but with a warm coat over his shoulders.
‘Good boy,’ you say and pat his cheek before returning to sitting normally in your seat. His cheeks turn red at your mocking praise and he averts his gaze once again. You can’t help but want to tease him further,
‘Hey, Koo,’ you say quietly, and when he turns his head to meet your gaze,surprised at the nickname, you surge forward to give him a quick peck on the lips once more.
He’s so flustered he doesn’t have time to process your actions, and once you’re comfortably back in your seat and smiling at him,
‘You’re evil’ he mutters.
‘And you’re cute’ you quip back
Jungkook becomes a mess all over again, and then he wordlessly starts to back out of the parking spot. Once he’s about to turn onto the road, he realizes he doesn’t know where you live,
‘Can you put your address in?’ He gestures to the built-in GPS in his car.
…
Once Jungkook has made it to your apartment, he decides to walk you to your door. You make sure he’s all covered up before making your way in the building. Once you’re in the safety of the elevator, you reach over to grab his hand, and you silently start to play with his fingers. You trace the tattoos on the back of his hand that read ARMY,
‘Those are our fans.’ Jungkook informs, and he points to the numbers under his thumb, ‘And that’s the day we debuted as a group.’ He then explains the meaning of the purple heart and the two trapezoids. You watch as a smile takes over his face, and his eyes take on this specific shine,
‘You really love what you do, huh?’ You ask.
The question looks like it startles him out of his daydream. His eyes are wide as he looks at you before a proud smile takes over, ‘Yeah, I really love what I do.’
Before you can say anything else, the doors to the elevator open to your floor. You walk out and down the hall to your door at the very end,
‘This is my place.’ You tell him. He looks almost disappointed for the night to be ending, and you think about inviting him inside but before you can he surprises you again. He drops your hand and reaches up to cup your cheeks, and he leans in again for another kiss. He conveys his happiness into the kiss–you can feel the upward tilt to the corners of his lips as they move against yours. Jungkook pulls away and gives you a look of admiration before quietly saying, ‘Goodnight __’
You reach up once more to give him a small peck on the corner of his mouth, ‘Goodnight Koo.’ With that you turn around and open your door. You can hear Jungkook’s retreating footsteps, and you turn around one last time to see him looking at you from in front of the elevator doors. Instead of saying anything you send him a wink, and before you can see his reaction, you dart inside the comfort of your apartment.
…
After showering and changing into clothes, you grab your phone to see messages from Jungkook.
From: Jungkook🦋
I had a great time tonight
Hopefully we can see each other soon
Goodnight
To: Jungkook🦋
I had a great time, too
I’d like that
Let me know what you want to do?
From: Jungkook🦋
Oh! you said you like dogs
You could come see my dog?
To: Jungkook🦋
Is that supposed to be a play on the ‘do you want to see my cat’ thing?
Because I think it’s a little early for that😅
From: Jungkook🦋
__, I don’t have a cat…?
To: Jungkook🦋
Goodnight Koo😂
Beaches and Vlives I JJK
A/N: Hello! After writing Stroke Game, I decided to continue the theme of writing stories around posts, videos, and lives of the members. The concept of these were inspired by @kimnjss clips with context series! You should definitely check them out!
I will be taking requests for other things that people would like a story written around so feel free to send those in!
Summary: The events leading up to Jungkook’s impromptu Vlive and what happened after.
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, brief mentions of pregnancy kink, good ole missionary, nothing too crayz
Masterlist
Ever since your car had passed the sea on the drive up to the campsite, Jungkook had been itching to get on live and talk to Army. You had watched from the passenger seat as he went silent and fell into his thoughts, while he tried to simultaneously admire the sea and keep his eyes on the road. After gentle prompting from you, he finally confessed how much the sea reminds him of Army. Heart melting a little bit at the revelation, you ask him to tell you more, but he doesn’t.
After a few minutes, you see him glancing back and forth between the sea and the road almost anxiously, and then you watch as he pulls his lip between his teeth and starts biting the skin there.
You’ve known Jungkook long enough to know, there’s something on his mind, but he’s overthinking. Reaching across the center console, your thumb gently tugs on his bottom lip to rescue it from his anxious biting. His eyes quickly dart to you and then back to the road. You card your fingers lightly through his hair, hand falling down to give a quick tug on his earring before breaking the comfortable silence in the car,
‘What’s on your mind handsome?’ You ask quietly so as not to startle him.
He seems to mull over his thoughts for a moment before speaking up,
‘I really want to talk to Army right now after looking at the sea.’ He says it quietly, and an embarrassed laugh follows almost as if he thinks it’s ridiculous. You can see his eyes flit back and forth, trying to gauge your reaction.
‘So why don’t you?’ You hum.
You watch as he cutely tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed lightly,
‘This is our trip, Jagi, before things are busy with our comeback.’ He’s overthinking even more, and it’s written all over his face. The way his eyes are bouncing, his fingers are jittery, and his lip is back between his teeth.
‘Koo,’ you start, ‘If you wanna go live, then go live. You know I don’t care.’ You reassure him.
He thinks for a moment before responding, ‘I can’t even go live because I don’t have my laptop and there aren’t any staff and I’m not supposed to-’
‘Kook’ you cut him off ‘You can use my laptop, and you can call the staff ahead of time and let them know’ You place your hand on his thigh and give a light squeeze to reassure him.
He looks over at you,
‘You really don’t mind?’ He asks timidly.
‘Of course I don’t.’ You smile at him.
. . .
You watch in admiration as Jungkook, a little more uncoordinated after the drink (or two) he had, fumbles to set up everything he needs for his live. Deciding to wait until after you had dinner and for some staff to arrive just to be safe seemed like a good idea at first but now he’s antsy. He’s rushing in excitement, and along the way he’s knocking cups and the camera over. You watch as Jungkook is switching between sitting down and checking the camera angle and then getting back up to rearrange the chair so the camera has a slight view of the fire. Then he sits again before deciding once more that the angle isn’t to his liking. He’s bouncing back and forth between sitting and standing, dimming the lights, at one point, he even grabs his car keys and moves his car since ‘too much of it is in the frame.’
Jungkook has always been a perfectionist. That much isn’t new, but when he’s particularly nervous or excited for something, those tendencies are even more pronounced than usual. Especially since his excitement for the live is combined with the nerves for his comeback. He’d been spending extra hours in the studio perfecting his vocals, and every free moment he had was spent walking around singing the new songs. He was in the gym constantly trying to look his best, and he even made sure to get the new tattoo he’s been wanting ahead of time so it would be healed for the new performances.
He finally gets everything set up just perfect and after adjusting his hair in the camera he looks up at you,
‘I’m ready.’ He says with a cute smile on his face. You laugh at him in response,
‘I’ve been ready. You were the one posing the car and the fire in the background.’
He rolls his eyes at you,
‘You have to set the scene, Jagi.’ He pouts. Instead of saying anything else you just gesture toward your laptop, and he shoots you a handsome smile and pressing a finger against his lips in a ‘shh’ motion before starting the live.
You’ve been around him enough to know that any movement of yours can be perceived as staff, but the biggest rule is to not say anything.
You busy yourself with trying to quietly clean things up while Jungkook begins to talk to the camera. Throwing away bits of trash and food scraps, you listen to your boyfriend's ramblings in the background. A quick glance over your shoulder reveals that he’s already more relaxed than he was in the beginning. He’s curled up comfortably in his chair, a sweet smile on his face.
There’s a specific shine that Jungkook gets in his eyes when he’s at his happiest. You’ve noticed it time and time again when he’s on stage, doing lives, or telling you about something that Army did, whether it be a birthday present or a project that they’ve organized. He’s constantly in awe of the people that make his job worth it.
After cleaning up a bit, you lean up against a wall and turn to just watch him. The rain adds perfect background noise to his voice. Watching the gestures of his hands, the way he throws his head back in laughter, and the slight pout he gets to his lips when he’s telling the fans a story, almost as if he thinks they won’t believe him. He gets more animated as he goes on, and in doing so he sees you in his peripheral vision from where you’re propped against the wall. You smile at him and watch as he becomes shy before surprisingly addressing you,
‘You’re just gonna stand there and watch me?’ He asks before seemingly catching his slip up. Before you can even begin to panic he’s smoothing it over and turning to the staff who had driven up once he said he was going to do a live. Before anything can happen he looks back to the camera,
‘The staff seem to think I’m gonna spoil something on the live.’ he giggles, ‘They’re all just watching me.’ You admire how quickly he covered up talking to you.
He looks around once more before glancing at the camera,
‘I’m gonna tell you a secret,’ He peers behind to mock checking his surroundings,
‘I had a drink and I feel good now.’ He scrunches up his nose, and you have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing at his cute gesture. You decide to sit back down and just watch him for the remaining time. It’s impossible to miss how incredibly happy he is right now, telling stories and making jokes. You can already hear his hyungs laughing at him about how he’s supposed to be on vacation but instead he’s live, the same way they teased him about his two hour long livestream.
. . .
Jungkook sighs as he closes the computer, a content smile on his face,
‘Do you feel better?’ You ask him. He simply smiles in response and then winks at you. Jungkook stands up and goes to talk to the staff and thank them for driving up for his impromptu live.
You had left your phone inside while Jungkook was live, not wanting the iPhone ringtones getting him in trouble. Walking inside to grab your phone, you see Jungkook’s sitting next to yours, and the notifications on the screen show missed calls from most of the members. The top notification is a text from Jimin.
From Jiminie hyungie
Good luck Jungkookie :)
You laugh at seeing a text wishing Jungkook luck for his live. You can’t help but think this is his hyung’s way of teasing him for the whole situation. Looking at your phone, you see Jimin called you as well. Hearing the door open behind you, you decide to call him back later and spend time with Jungkook now that he’s done.
He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You can’t help but close your eyes and lean into the comfort of his embrace. He presses the lightest kiss against the shell of your ear,
‘Thank you.’ He murmurs into your ear.
‘For what, Kook?’ You ask. He pauses for a moment,
‘For loving me and supporting my career.’ He hums back.
You turn your head to look him in the eye, ‘I always will.’ He just stares for a moment before his eyes glance down to your lips. His index finger and thumb come up to grasp your chin and pull your head toward his. And then he gently kisses you, soft lips moving languidly against yours to convey all of his emotions.
The thing about loving Jungkook is that he isn’t good at putting his feelings into words. He’s better at showing his emotions through actions whether it’s giving gifts, soft touches, or passionate kisses that stop your heart in its tracks.
He breaks the tender kiss to start pressing kisses down your neck. Light, wet, open mouthed kisses until he reaches where your shoulder meets your neck. He sucks lightly leaving a mark. You’ve learned through the years that Jungkook is a possessive lover. Since he can’t outwardly show that you're his, he loves leaving marks everywhere that he can. Up and down your neck, collarbones, and all the way down your cleavage. One particularly long night after a small argument had ended in a trail of love bites all the way down to your hips.
‘I just love you so much’ he murmurs against your skin.
‘I love you more Kook’ You respond, turning your head to capture his lips with yours. You turn around fully and wrap your arms around his neck. He tugs your bottom lip between his teeth and reaches down to grab the backs of your thighs and hoist your legs around his waist. He picks you up and starts to move toward the bedroom when he bumps into the cabinet in the kitchen,
‘Oh my god that hurt’ you laugh, sensual atmosphere broken by Jungkook’s misstep.
‘Sorry Jagi’ He’s trying, but failing, to hold back his laughter, ‘I’m not used to the layout of the camper.’ He’s trying but failing to contain his laughter. You smack him lightly on the shoulder and urge him toward the bedroom. He’s still quietly laughing, and you opt to distract him by kissing along his jawline. His amusement is gone quickly as you feel goosebumps sprout on the nape of his neck. Kissing further down, your lips make their way toward his adam’s apple. Lightly taking the skin there between your teeth, and then easing the nip with a kiss and a trace of your tongue, you hear his breath hitch in his throat.
‘Jagi,’ he warns, but it doesn’t sound very forceful.
‘I know Kook. No marks.’ You respond, continuing the trail of your lips to ease his worry. All of the sudden his arms beneath you are gone, and you’re falling. You gasp out of surprise, eyes shooting open, and then your back meets the soft surface of the bed.
‘You’re a jerk. Could’ve warned me at least.’ You pout.
He smiles cheekily while crawling over you to meet your lips again, ‘No time for that, baby.’ He pulls your shirt over your head, and then his lips are back on yours. He’s kissing you slowly like he has no plans of going anywhere.
Jungkook isn’t a fan of quickies, always taking his time showing you how much he loves you. Jungkook is trailing kisses down your chest, making his way toward the waistband of your shorts. He nips the skin of your abdomen and then soothes over the mark with a swipe of his tongue and a quick kiss, his way of leaving marks that won’t last as long as love bites.
Above you Jungkook is struggling to keep it together. He’s trying his hardest not to combust from excitement and pure adortion. The way you were so accepting of his career and all that came with being an idol, including impromptu camping trips and even more impromptu lives, just makes him love you even more.
Before he met you, he’d come to accept the idea that he might never find someone he wanted to be with forever. It sounds dramatic, but past dating attempts have left him hopeless for future relationships. Girls were upset that he couldn’t always make time for them, or that he might be out of the country for months at a time. He knows he isn’t perfect and forgets anniversaries if schedules get too busy, and he might not always have the time to be there for birthdays.
You, however, have taken everything in stride. Accepting his flaws and the inconvenient aspects of his job with your head held high. You’re always there when he gets off of work at ungodly hours, and always ready to answer the phone in the middle of the night when he’s on the other side of the world. So, when he has time like today, he loves to just admire you, and show you how much with each and every kiss and touch.
Your shorts are long gone, and when he’s going to spread your legs to lay between them, you reach forward and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. You trail your hands down his pecs, tracing the lines and contours of his torso. After a moment of admiring his chest, you glance up to meet his eyes, and he’s smiling down at you. It’s not a cocky smile, just a sweet one.
‘Lay back, jagi.’ After following his orders, Jungkook lays on his stomach between your parted legs. He props your thighs up on his shoulders, and then he makes eye contact with you while he licks a slow stripe from your opening to your clit. He watches you as you close your eyes and throw your arm out to grasp the sheets between your fingers. Jungkook loves nothing more than getting to just give you endless amounts of pleasure. He wraps his lips around your clit and his fingers make their way to your entrance. He slides two in, knowing you like a little bit of burn when he’s stretching you out.
‘So good for me baby.’ He’s tracing figure eights on your clit with the tip of his tongue and curling his fingers inside of you just right.
You’re overcome with the sensation of Jungkook between your legs. Reaching down to curl your fingers into his hair, you lightly grind your hips up into his face.
‘That’s right baby, fuck my face.’ He flattens his tongue and shakes his head back and forth, letting more spit fall from his mouth. The sounds he’s making are obscene, fingers squelching inside of you and spit-slicked tongue slurping obnoxiously against you.
Jungkook is out of his mind with the scene of you using his face to get off. The tightness in his pants is unbearable, and he’s started to grind against the bed below him, hips thrusting to provide some relief. He can feel that you're getting closer, the movements of your hips are getting jerkier and more desperate.
‘Go on baby, come on my tongue and fingers.’ The coil in the pit of your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, pleasure building to new heights. The combination of Jungkook’s mouth and fingers helps you approach the end quickly. It’s when you look down to see his eyes closed and hips grinding on the bed, harsh breaths leaving his chest, that the coil snaps. Your grip in his hair pushes his face into your pussy, bucking against him. Your hips move up so that your clit brushes against his nose, and the solid pressure in your most sensitive spot helps you ride out your climax. His fingers are still inside of you when you finish, gently helping you along, but they stop when the grip you have on his hair loosens and your hips stop moving. He lifts his head when your legs fall off of his shoulders to be met with you lying back, eyes closed, and chest moving rapidly.
When you open your eyes, you’re met with the sight of him staring at you.
‘What?’ You ask him. He starts to move up your body, but he pauses when he’s level with your chest.
‘I didn’t even get to play with these.’ he mumbles, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth.
‘Yah, not so fast. Jesus you’re insatiable.’ You mumble after pushing his head away from your sensitive nipples. Your grip stays on his jaw, and your thumb traces his bottom lip and then pokes the mole underneath. Jungkook turns his head into your hand, enjoying your touch. Then, you pull him so his lips meet yours once more. His hips press against yours, and you can feel how hard he is for you beneath his pants. Your hands trace down his sides, and then meet at the button of his pants. Your fingers work quickly to undo the zipper and push them down his hips. Once his pants are off, boxers gone along with them, you push at his hip
‘Sit back Koo, I wanna suck you off.’ You hum, mouth watering at the thought of having him in your throat. He groans, ‘I really really want you to, but I won’t last jagi.’ He laughs slightly embarrassed.
‘What’s wrong with that Koo?’ You smirk at him, ‘I love when you cum down my throat.’
He groans again, pushing your face away with his hand and taking a deep breath, ‘You have to stop talking like that or I’m gonna cum in my pants.’ He laughs.
‘You’re not wearing any pants.’ You point out with a smirk.
‘You’re so funny’ He quips, unamused. He leans down and kisses you, halting your teasing, and you break away to whisper against his ear, ‘How do you want me, Koo?’ He groans, and his hips stutter against yours, and he decides against scolding you for your dirty talk and instead simply answers, ‘Hands and knees jagi.’
You laugh at his shy answer, ‘You’re such an ass man, Kook.’ Nonetheless you turn over getting into the position he requested. Apparently you’re too far up the bed because you let out a squeal as he wraps his hands around your waist to pull you toward the foot of the bed so he can stand behind you.
‘I’m so lucky, Jagi.’ Jungkook says under his breath. His hands are kneading your ass cheeks. Pulling and patting, watching them ripple back into place. You let him, knowing this is one of the rare occasions he’s bold enough to request one of his favorite positions.
You’re expecting him to start to ease into you when he flips you onto your back. You look up at him in surprise, ‘What happened to hands and knees?’ You ask him and give him a kiss to punctuate the question.
‘Changed my mind.’ He mumbles against your lips. ‘Wanna kiss you.’
It’s hard to ignore the way your stomach flips at the statement, and instead of saying anything, you give him what he wants.
He reaches down to grab the base of his cock. He gives himself a quick stroke, hips stuttering in sensitivity. He bites his lip at the feeling of friction against his cock. He lines up with your entrance, glancing up to make sure you’re still okay, before pushing in slowly.
You watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head at the sensation of your walls wrapped around his cock. He whines low in his throat, trying to keep the noises at bay but failing after being worked up for so long. He bottoms out, pelvis pressed flat against yours. You watch as he takes a deep breath, trying so hard to resist the urge to thrust into you recklessly.
You wrap your hips around his waist, pushing his hips impossibly tighter against yours.
‘You feel so good, Jagi.’ His voice is strained, and his cheeks are flushed, eyes closed and basking in the feeling.
Sex with Jungkook is one of the most amazing experiences, because he doesn’t just have sex. He gets so overwhelmed by the pleasure that it’s almost too much for him, and watching as he relaxes and lets himself feel good is one of the most attractive things to you.
He’s slowly fucking into you, taking time to enjoy the way you feel around him.
Reaching up to wrap one arm behind his neck, you prop yourself off the bed slightly with the other arm, and then you push your hips up into his to fuck yourself on his cock. The reaction from Jungkook is instantaneous. His hips stutter from their previous pace before pushing all the way into the hilt. Jungkook’s hands grab your hips to stop you from moving.
‘You can’t do that or this will be over way too soon.’ He laughs, but you can see how much he was affected. The muscles in his abdomen are quivering, and he’s bright red all over with sweat collecting along his hairline. After taking a breath, Jungkook slowly drags his cock back out and then slams back inside of you, pushing you up the bed with the force of his thrust. He hammers into you at a rapid pace the sound of his hips slapping against yours are only accompanied by his grunts and your babbling of his name. He leans over you, chest pressed against yours and kisses you, tongue tracing along your bottom lip and giving it a slight nip.
Jungkook knows you too well, and when your hips start to twitch against his, he reaches down and rubs your bundle of nerves with his thumb, helping you toward your orgasm.
‘Jungkook.’ you moan, hand reaching out to find purchase on his shoulder as you grow closer and closer to finishing.
‘Kook’ you mumble, ‘kiss’
He looks down at you and smiles, ‘Always gonna kiss my girl.’ And then his lips are meeting yours. His thrusts are getting hard, filling you up perfectly, and the combination of his fingers, cock, and lips push you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you.
Jungkook is so close. He knows you could tell before, but the clenching of your walls around his cock is pushing him toward the edge. His pace falters as he tries to keep going, but his attempt is fruitless. He makes sure to fuck you through your orgasm before he starts up the brutal pace again.
‘I’m gonna cum babe.’ he pants out against your lips.
‘Gonna fill me up Kook?’ You ask him. Jungkook grunts back his response,
‘I’m gonna fill you up so good, maybe even fuck a baby into you.’ He’s too far gone to think about what he’s saying, and you’re momentarily surprised. This is the first time Jungkook has brought this up, but you can see how turned on he is, so you decided to go along with it.
‘Yeah? You’re gonna fuck a baby in me? Fuck me so good I get pregnant?’
That’s the final straw for Jungkook, the thoughts running through his head of you pregnant with his kid, tits swollen with milk have him too worked up, and with no warning he’s cumming. His hips stutter as the first few spurts come out, and the noises he’s letting out are mixtures of your name, groans, and ‘baby.’ He pushes into you one last time as hard as he can, shaking with the force of his orgasm before his arms promptly give out under him and he flops down on top of you.
You both sit quietly for a while, running your fingers through his hair and just enjoying each other’s presence.
‘I think I almost died.’ He says against your chest after a moment. He smiles when he feels you shaking with laughter underneath him.
‘So you wanna knock me up huh?’ He groans and buries his face deeper into your sternum, trying to avoid eye contact. You’re laughing even harder now.
‘Where’d that come from Kook?’ You nudge him from where he’s trying to hide.
His eyes meet yours, and he shrugs ‘Just a horny fantasy.’ He mumbles. ‘For now.’
‘Ok well you keep fantasizing while you let me up so I don’t get your cum all over the bed. We have to sleep here tonight.’ He rolls over onto his back next you so you can get up, and he watches you walk into the bathroom. His mind is no longer clouded by you, and now all he can think about is what he has been planning to do tonight.
. . .
Later after being live when Jungkook posts a picture of the beach, Army will never know that they helped him calm down for the biggest moment of his life. Because just next to where he drew hearts and letters into the sand, he got onto one knee and asked the most amazing and supportive girlfriend he’s ever had to be his wife.
And maybe, just maybe, he’s a few steps closer to that horny fantasy becoming reality.