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cemetery drive || jjk

⇢ summary: to see jeon jungkook and his doe-eyed smiling face, you would wait a million eternities. but this is the story of your life with him, of course: one single, tiny infinity. (ghost au; childhood friends to lovers au)

⇢ genre: fluff, angst

⇢ word count: 4.51k

⇢ warnings: mentions of death (since, you know, ghost au); alcohol; blood; swearing; brief suicidal ideation; sort of dubious self-harm by scratching; fire.

⇢ note: written in a 24 hour challenge because it is hard to write in mental fog & i miss someone, so. here this is. title from the song by my chemical romance.

[now]

Jungkook is sitting cross-legged on top of a gravestone when you see him for the first time in week, shimmering like he has been plucked straight out of a motion picture project sat down before you for no reason at all. He does not utter a word when you plop yourself down on the grass in front of him with a picnic basket, silent.

There is an inordinate amount of silence between the two of you as of late. Not the uncomfortable kind that strings out painfully and is far too hazy in all the wrong places. Just a kind that passes between you in waves of unspoken sentiment and solace and familiarity as though it is a fact that if you were to address the ever-present elephant in the room, this would perhaps dissipate entirely.

You don’t want this to dissipate entirely. Not now. Not ever. If you were to forget, you do not believe you could ever recover from the travesty of it again.

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Somnolent

Summary: After spending one night in bed with you, Jeongguk finds out he is unable to sleep unless you’re sleeping with him.

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, roommate!au

Warnings: Swearing, some talk of nipples and whipped cream, a very emotional realisation 

Word count: 3.5k

Jeongguk threw the pillow across the darkened room, a crash sounded as all his deodorants and sunscreens came tumbling down from his dresser onto the floor, plastic pings and clatters accompanying his soft cursing. 

This was the third night in a row. 

Third night of no sleep whatsoever, no matter how many cups of camomile tea he drank before bed, or how much he danced and worked out to tire himself out, or how much asmr he listened to, nothing was working. Tonight, he had even popped a sleeping pill. He was absolutely against using these kind of drugs unless absolutely necessary, but he was desperate. Everytime he was at the edge of blissful oblivion, something would snap him back to consciousness. Whether it was house noises, or the hum of the fan, an annoying itch or a wayward thought or just… the image of your heavenly arms wrapped around him as you cradled him to sleep. 

He knew what he ought to do. He’d known you’d ruined good sleep for him for posterity the moment he’d woken up beside you three mornings prior. You’d been the little spoon, him the big. That’s not how Jeongguk liked his cuddles usually (he didn’t like cuddles period) but you had come to him seeking protection as part of the unsaid roommate loyalty and trust agreement and he had to oblige you. 

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“what are best friends for?”

pairing: Reader / Jungkook ft. Jimin

genre: high school!au; best friend!au; fluff / *cough* angst *cough*

length: 10.2k words

warnings: language

summary: What begins as harmless matchmaking, ends up in a jumbled mess of emotions for both you and your best friend, Jungkook. 

a/n: AHHHHH THIS TOOK SOOOOO LONG ASJLSDS I THINK ABOUT A MONTH OR SO BUT I FINISHED IT FINALLY!! AND ITS LONG OOPS :))))) I hope you liked it bc i really enjoyed writing it! Give it some love pls!! [edited!!!]

“Kook, I’m just asking,” You said in a singsong voice, trailing after your best friend in the school hallway. Jungkook responded with a turn of his head and a huff, causing you to smirk. “So I’m right? You’re crushing on Soomin?”

“Keep your voice down, woman!” He shushed you and grabbed your wrist, taking you to a more secluded part of the hall.

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perfect strangers

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: high school!au; fluff

Length: 3.3k words

Warnings: none!

Summary: You ever meet someone new and think, ‘Wow, what a great person and I can definitely see myself being friends with them?’ Because when you met Jungkook, you probably thought the exact opposite. Who knew that a boy, a stranger, whom you didn’t think you’d have anything in common, could be so perfect for you? In fact, maybe you two weren’t strangers at all. 

A/N: AHHH! I’m alive!!!! And my writing!!! is!!! back!!!!! This is a short one shot I started a while ago but never got to finish but I finally pulled through and forced myself to finish it! Enjoy!!! (also pls disregard the fact that i’ve now written two jungkook fics in a row oops) i’ve been writing since 8 PM and it’s now 12 AM askdjhsad

“Um, can I help you?” You murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, giving a side glance to the boy hovering over your desk.

“You look oddly familiar. I’m Jungkook,” the boy avoided your question and shook his head to move the bangs out of his eyes, staring at you curiously. 

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cafuné ii

cafuné - (brazilian portuguese)

“the act of running your fingers through your lover’s hair; among the few words that cannot be directly translated into english”

Pairing: Jungkook / ♀ Reader Rating: E for Explicit Genre(s): 🍭 Fluff, 🔞 Smut,  🍌 (Attempted) Humor WC: 10,448 Warnings: Sexual content, porn with feelings, shower sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), wet and messy, dirty talk, hair pulling kink, definitely some light hand and finger kink, like, jungkook fucking your mouth with his fingers, elements of exhibitionism, elements of possessiveness, excessive use of the word fuck, jungkook naked and soaking wet should be his own warning, baby boy jungkook, and as usual dom/sub dynamics if you squint. Maybe you don’t have to squint that hard. Obligatory warning for me trying to be funny. Un-betaed, but I have done my best to proofread it myself. 

Summary: 

Yesterday you accidentally tripped up. You fell, crashing and burning, stumbling your way through what could probably be called the World’s Clumsiest Confession, letting your roommate, Jungkook, know about your feelings for him. 

Incredibly, Jungkook returns your feelings, and you subsequently found yourself somehow blessed with a lap full of him, kissing you like you’re worth worshiping and grinding against your thigh until he fell apart in your arms at your encouragement. Unfortunately the two of you were interrupted before you got the chance to take it further, and you went to bed alone and unsatisfied, but not before Jungkook promised, beautiful and determined, that he’d make it up to you. 

Today, Jungkook makes it up to you. (And, since you’ve gone about things a little out of order, he asks you out properly to make that up to you, too.) 

If you haven’t read it, here’s part one. I highly recommend it! 

I have also, er. compiled a collection of… visual aids for the shower scene. You’re welcome.

“… Hey. Do you want to go out to dinner?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Where do you want to go?”

“No, I mean. Uh. Do you want to go have dinner? With me?”

“Yeah, that sounds good, the fridge is basically empty anyway. Maybe we could stop at the grocery store on the way home.”

Jungkook huffs out an exasperated sigh.

“No, I mean, –I’m trying to ask you out to dinner with me. Like, on a date.”

You have to smile at him.

“Yeah, dumbass, and I’m trying to say yes.”

“You- Oh.” He blinks and huffs again, but this time it’s with a laugh, bringing up one hand to rub the back of his neck, as if suddenly shy.

“Come here,” You beckon him over to you, smiling, standing by the counter where you just put the hot water on for tea.

You extend your arms, reaching for his waist as he shuffles forward into your personal space. You bite your lip when you notice his eyes drop to your mouth like he can’t help it, before accepting the sweet kiss he presses there.

You’re the one who called him over, but your heart still jumps in your chest when your lips first touch. You let yourself get lost in it, inhaling through your nose and tilting your head to lean into the hand that finds its way into your hair.

It’s the first time you’ve had the chance to do this since yesterday, and it’s perfect. Just a hint of tongue and teeth, mostly the press of lips and the quietly bubbling excitement of something that’s still so new, new, new.

You break apart after a moment, and Jungkook asks,

“So, just to clarify here, you’re agreeing to come on a dinner date? To… You know. Date me?”

Jesus Christ, he’s cute.

“Jungkook, I am agreeing to date you. Effective immediately. Let’s go to dinner. Do you want it in writing?”

Jungkook smiles back at you big, “No, that’s okay.”

“Okay.”

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"You say 'i hate you', but all i hear is 'fuck me'." with JK :D

so wrong (but so right)

pairing: jeon jungkook | readergenre: roommates au / fluffwarnings: flirtacious firefighter!jungkookword count: 1,690author’s note: i wanted to exercise my long-time desire to write some firefighter!kook with a hint of bffs to lovers for the ever-lovely @tendershepherd

“Miss, you do know that’s a fire hazard right?”

You nearly jump out of your skin, thanking the high heavens that the spatula hadn’t flown out of your hand, as a scowl settles on your visage when you throw one glance at the entryway.

“Oh shove it, Jeon.”

A grin curves on his visage. You don’t need to see him to know that much, and you vaguely recall his body being free of any fresh bruises and (thankfully) soot-covered clothing. The clothes are a pain to deal with, sure, but the real bitch is when he’s injured. He has a way of tugging on your heartstrings, reminding you of why you agreed to living with him in the first place.

Somewhere along this “I’m a firefighter-in-training and I’m a little desperate about finding a roommate that can cover half the rent, so please do me this favor because we’re best friends” ordeal came the flutters in your chest and the fire burning down further past the pit of your stomach where your core likes to remind you that not only was your roommate extremely attractive and rather neat, but that he was also kind and generous, thoughtful even. The seldom few times you woke to breakfast already down and some of your leftover laundry folded have become too many to count on your hands alone. And it’s sweet, endearing really. It all masks about a quarter of the bigger picture that makes up Jeon Jungkook.

Because somewhere beyond the kindness, generosity, and thoughtfulness is a little shit.

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Daydream

☼ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

☼ Genre: college au, f2l, fluff, smut

☼ Count: 7.8K

☼ Warnings: teasing, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), sorta somnophilia, slight noona kink, soft Kook

☼ Summary: You never thought that simply waking up your best friend would lead to something more.

☼ a/n: This is for MJ, who one, lets me rant new story ideas to her and also listens to me when I point out potentially dirty gifs (like the BV s3 one that led to this fic) Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

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»crush on you

↳ best-friends to lovers au

pairing » jeon jungkook | reader

genre » soft angst + fluff + sexual themes

word count » 9.465

» maybe falling in love with your best friend wasn’t the greatest idea you’ve ever had and that’s perfectly fine. the only problem here is that he’s dating someone else. someone who, by all physical and emotional analyses, is not you.

authors note » uh, the rumors are true. im in love with best friends secretly pining over eachother aus

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Love Maze Masterlist

🍬Love Maze // Social Media AU

╰ Summary: - Amongst the craziness of your love life, your best friend Jungkook is here to save you. Will this fake relationship go wrong? Probably— so good luck!

╰ Pairing(s): Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x reader, Jin x Reader

╰ Genre(s): Fluff/Romance, Angst, College au

╰updates everyday !

Playlist

01 : new year, same shxt

02 : Mastermind, kook!

03 : It’s working

04 : Planning

05 : Let’s party

06 : oh no

07 : Hectic

08 : Paper Hearts

09 : Tonight

10 : Mistakes

11 : not risking it

12 : it’s wrong

13 : faking it

14 : lost

15 : drunk boyfriends

16 : wisdom

17 : coming back to me

18 : “brother”

19 : long story

20 : decision-making

21 : no rush

22 : don’t fall

23 : not good

24 : hush

25 : candy

26 : code red

27: have faith

28 : need

29 : the night before

30 : blosom pt one | two

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just friends || (M)

The transition from best friends to best friends with benefits is never easy, especially when there’s a daddy kink involved.

Or, “You love to run your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?”

pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader

genre: uh best friend AU but really just an excuse for angsty smut

word count: 9k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink sORRY, dom!jungkook, jungkook just being a little shit basically

A/N: this is based on the song Friends by Marshmello. Original photo of kookie edited by @420baka :-)

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 (final)

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PART ONE

The opening and closing of the apartment door hardly registered in your mind, choosing instead to continue flipping through the latest issue of your Cosmo magazine. Sure, there was a slim chance that the person entering your home was an intruder with murderous intentions but given the hour you were more than certain the loud footsteps nearing your way belonged to your roommate arriving home from his trip to the gym.

“Ah, there she is! My favorite nun.” Jungkook’s voice rang out from behind you.

You huffed and said farewell to the article that was meant to tell you whether or not vajazzling was right for you as you shut the magazine entirely. You were sat upright on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles comfortably.

“Can I fucking help you, Kook?” You asked, turning your head to look at your impolite roommate.

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one thing right. 01

“i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.”

or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.

pairing. jeon jungkook x female reader genre. fake marriage au; childhood friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, angst, humor, future smut, slow burn word count. 5,086 masterlist. playlist.

part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | ongoing

contains. explicit language, mentions of drunkenness, brief allusion to prior physical abuse allegations, depictions of dementia

greer note. this is quite americanized as we do not have universal healthcare which is a major plot device of the series; however, if you get confused by it, just keep in mind it’s a marriage of convenience! this fic is also inspired by my otp in the television show ‘bates motel’

© hobios. no reposts, modification, or translations are allowed on any platform.

“OOF! OW!” you cried, jostled awake as your body hit the concrete floor. You blinked slowly, blearily taking in your surroundings as you tugged an arm free from the tangled blanket encasing you. It didn’t take long for you to realize where you were. If the stark lighting and the concrete floor wasn’t enough to clue you in, the sight of the metal toilet a few feet away from you, its base decorated with remnant chunks of vomit, certainly did.

You rubbed your face, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried your best to remember the events from the night before that had led you here. But apart from your killer headache and the vomit evidence, nothing was coming back to you. It’d been a long time since you’d gotten so wasted that you’d blacked out. What could you possibly have done to land yourself here sometime in the middle of the night?

“Oh, good!” a female voice suddenly sounded behind you. “You’re awake. I’ll call Sheriff Jeon and let him know.”

You tugged at the blanket still tangled around your legs. “Why does he have to know I’m awake?” you grumbled.

“He has to be the one to release you. He went home for a few hours though and hasn’t come back. I think he probably fell asleep.” You finally freed your legs, tossing the thin blanket back onto the concrete slab you’d been sleeping on earlier. “Lord knows he could use the rest,” the woman continued, an unmistakable dreamy look capturing her features. “He works so hard.”

You huffed, slowly dragging your body back up onto the concrete slab, your head slightly swimming from the effort. “Yeah, it must be so hard running a tiny town like this,” you smarted back. “It’s a real challenge to make sure that none of the teenagers loiter in front of the laundromat for too long.”

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Enchanted

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader Genre: Friends to lovers | College AU | Fluff Word Count: 6.8k

Author’s Note: Previously titled “You & I”. Originally inspired by the prompt “Seeing those two look at each other like that makes me think that love might actually be real.” Afterwards, it sort of went off course. I apologise if it confuses you because fuck it confuses me too. Nonetheless, hope you won’t hate it too much. May be a part two to this.

Magical is something you rarely ever use to describe love, not since you were twelve at least, but this…this is magical. A wedding in Autumn, late in the afternoon. Right next to the beach, facing the sunset which cast a lovely warm hue over the venue. To the left, near the buffet table, guests were aweing over the wedding cake, while others took to the dance floor in the middle, round tables positioned on either side. The live band playing lovely tunes, not too distracting and yet alluring enough for those not dancing to sway along in their seats.

The bride and groom had wandered off a little away, taking full advantage of the golden hour. You look in their direction and feel a tingle in your stomach, something you should be used to by now.

“I’ll be right back.” You say to Jimin, who takes a look in the direction you were heading, then gives you a smile and nods.

The Autumn breeze blows gentle kisses on your cheeks and nose and you cup your face every now and then to keep warm. You walk towards a small cliff, standing not more than three metres above the sand. It gives you a perfect view of the sunset and the entire beach spreading out on either side of you. Along the shore in front of you, the bride and groom walks hand in hand, stopping on command when the photographer trailing behind thinks he’s got them in the best lighting and angle.

But it’s the presence of someone else that captures your attention. Just a few feet behind the official photographer strays the self-proclaimed official photographer, getting shots of his own while trying his best to stay out of the former’s way. It’s almost unfair how attractive he looks barefoot, with pants sloppily rolled up to his calves, crouching and balancing on the tips of his toes to get his shots. That’s Jungkook for you, you scoff.

Removing your heels, you sit towards the end of the cliff, letting your legs swing off the edge,

You see now that Jungkook had stopped following the newlyweds and turned towards the sun, taking shots of it hanging low over the horizon. It’s a view indeed, one even you can’t resist taking out your phone to take a picture. For a moment, you close your eyes, taking in the smell of the sea, loving the way the breeze picks up every now and then. Everything about it makes you feel calm, and happy.

When you open your eyes, Jungkook’s camera is pointing towards you.

You can tell he’s smiling behind the camera like he always does when he’s taking photos of you, because he knows how much you dislike having your picture taken, so you look away feeling embarrassed. You watch as he walks towards you in long strides, skilfully climbing up the mass of rocks on the beach that lead up to the cliff, then plops down next to you with a sigh.

“They look great together.” You say to him, gesturing towards his brother and now sister-in-law.

“I know,” he sighs again, one laced with content. “But it’s so weird to see him like that.”

“Like what? Happy?”

“No,” Jungkook seems lost in his own thoughts for a moment, brows creasing together. After a while, he continues, “Like, a man. You know? He’s always just been my brother but now he looks like a real man…you know?”

“I guess,” you shrug, amused at how he seems to have failed to understand his own words. “Did you get good pictures?”

“Yeah. There’s one that I really like.” He looks right at you as he says this, making your insides twist and your heart race.

Whenever you lock eyes with Jungkook, it’s like you’re under a spell, his eyes gazing intently into yours, and they’re so beautiful you wish to never look away. Sometimes when you do tear away first, you think you see a hint of disappointment on his part, but maybe that’s just you imagining things.

You met Jungkook through Jimin, at a party during the second year of university. Though you never enjoyed parties, Jimin would drag you along, constantly nagging about your lack of socialisation. Jungkook was new and intimidating at first, noting how he didn’t speak much unless it was to his close friends. Then you realised it wasn’t because he was arrogant but rather, shy. You were always quick to retreat to a much less dense area at parties and apparently so would Jungkook. After repeatedly catching each other trying to escape the crowd, it was as if there was an unspoken agreement, that he would come find you, and the both of you would disappear somewhere where you spent the whole night talking and laughing over nothing and everything.

Eventually, you started hanging out a lot more on your own; studying, movies, you’d agree to anything as long as it meant you could be near him. To pretty much everyone, it was clear how you felt for Jungkook, though you feigned ignorance every time anyone of your friends, other than Jimin, brought it up. The only thing stopping you was Jungkook himself. While you’ve never admitted to your feelings, especially not to him, you thought it was abundantly clear. On Jungkook’s part however, you weren’t too sure. He likes being around you, that much you know, but anything more, you couldn’t say you had any idea.

About a year ago, you had both escaped from a Halloween Party, which was much too crowded, so much so that you weren’t able to get out without rubbing bodies with everyone in your way. Jungkook wanted to leave the house altogether but you convinced him staying would be better, less he wanted to deal with running into people dressed as a killer clown on the streets. The both of you ascended the stairs to the second floor where there were a stretch of rooms along a hallway. Jungkook had initially opened the room to a random door but the both of you jumped realising it was occupied, closing the door immediately after, laughing as you ran to the last room across the hall.

“There’s a balcony in this one.” He said, grabbing your hand and running towards the open doors.

The smell of the cool air was refreshing, compared to the inside of the house. You could see your dorm building a few acres from there and campus a little further down.

“Can you believe they won’t let me enter the Best Dressed contest?” He asked.

“You look pretty basic, Jungkook.”

His eyes widened. “Says the one dressed as an angel!”

A look of betrayal filled his face and you almost choked out a laugh, but he was so serious you almost felt sorry.

“I mean…Detective Conan?” You shrugged, tilting your head to the side, “It’s good but you also look like you, just with Conan’s clothes.”

“These are exactly what he wears. And these glasses!”

“Jungkook,” you sighed, like you were speaking to a five-year-old, “You always wear those glasses. And…you always have hair sticking out like that.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Which part?”

“I don’t always look like this.”

“We spend so much time together, you think I wouldn’t know how you look like?”

He laughed. “We do spend a lot of time together, don’t we?”

The atmosphere between the two of you suddenly changed. “But I don’t mind…I like being with you.”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered, the intensity of his gaze amplified and suddenly you feel warm despite the cool air biting at your skin. You weren’t sure if you were frightened or excited but your insides felt weird and tingly and you wonder if he felt the same. He was slowly closing the gap between you, and you followed, eyes trained on his lips as his were on yours. The proximity of his lips to yours drove you nuts and your hearing felt muffled over the sound of your heart slamming against your chest. You licked your lips when you felt them go dry. It prompted a gulp from him and you watched his adam’s apple bob up and down, running your eyes over the veins on his neck. Your eyes fluttered close when you felt his hot breath on yours, anticipating.

His lips brushed over yours ever so slightly, before a loud crashing sound followed by screaming and cheering took you both by surprise. It was too brief, almost unfairly. Your heart was racing from the shock. And kiss.

The seconds that followed were far more uncomfortable than you had wished it to be. You wanted to badly to grab him by the face and pull him wouldn’t brush this off like he usually does when he doesn’t know how to react. The smile on his face dropped just a little when he saw the look on yours, as if he could read your mind and silently apologised for doing just that.

“Sounds chaotic,” the tone of his voice of a fake concern. “Good thing we got out of there.”

“Yeah.” You replied softly, disappointed.

Weeks past and the two of you continued to pretend the incident never happened. There were times when you were alone with him and felt the strongest urge to ask him about it but decided against it, afraid of actually hearing his response.

A year later and here you are, still harbouring feelings for him. Too afraid of losing what you have now.

“What’s on your mind?” He nudges your arm, watching you snap back to the present.

Only a sigh escapes you, making him curious as the tips of your mouth curl into a small smile. You again notice the bride and groom walking hand in hand, this time without a photographer. Even from where you are, you can feel happiness radiating from them.

“Seeing those two look at each other like that, makes me think that love might actually be real.” You say shyly.

He observes you for a long while, dragging his eyes over your features while you try not to react, fully aware.

“You don’t believe in love?”

His question lingers in the air. When you meet his eyes, he’s watching you curiously, arching a brow when you don’t reply. With the sunset casting a lovely glow onto him, hair blowing in the breeze and his lips in a slight pout as he chews on the inside of his bottom lip, he looks absolutely adorable. It takes all the power in you not to pull him into a kiss. Scoffing with laughter at the silly thought, you only confuse the boy further.

“Maybe.” You say, not missing how the tips of his mouth curl up.

A familiar bubbly feeling in the pit of your stomach intensifies when he sends you a beaming smile, the kind you adore way too much, with crinkles forming on the sides of his eyes. The side of his pinky finger brushes against yours on the grass where they’re placed side by side. Just like that you’re closed off from the rest of the world again, nothing exists other than you and Jungkook in this moment, and you want so badly for it to go on forever. It’s only until Taehyung appears, hands on each of your shoulders, calling out to the both of you to get back to the reception.

“Hey love birds, time to get back to the reception. Jungkook, your brother is asking for you.”

“Oh, right.” Jungkook mumbles, scrambling to his feet and holding out his hand to help you up. His grip lingers a little longer, fingertips so desperately wanting to cling on to yours, but he pulls away, walking backwards to send you a smile before running off.

Taehyung nudges his shoulder against yours and smiles suggestively at you.

“Please don’t start.” You whine, walking ahead in an attempt to leave him behind but his strides are much bigger than yours and he manages to catch up quickly. An arm snakes around yours and now you’re the one trying to catch up as he leads you to the table.

“Don’t forget to invite me to your wedding.” He says with a wink, pushing your chair in as you take a seat.

You ignore him just as you do every other time he teases you. Jimin, who’s seated beside you perks up at the mention of a wedding and looks to you with eyes wide, “Did Jungkook finally grow some balls and told you he loves you?”

“Jimin!” You swat at his arm with a click of your tongue, looking around to make sure no one else, Jungkook’s relatives specifically, heard him.

“I don’t get it,” Yoongi chimes in, not looking at you but in the direction of Jungkook across the reception, speaking to a few of his relatives. “You know him the best and yet you don’t see it?”  

“Please shut up.” You say bitterly, taking a sip of the champagne in front of you. “There’s literally no need to be so dramatic.”

“Us? Dramatic?” Taehyung gasps, hand on his chest in pretence shock before a mischievous glint takes over the look in his eyes. “You literally said you can stare into Jungkook’s eyes for hours because he’s so lovely!”

Your cheeks flush hearing the words that came out from your own mouth while you were drunk during a night out with them. Jimin and Yoongi chuckle. You had one too many drinks, so much that Jimin who normally wouldn’t hold himself back, decided he should stay sober. Besides, drunk you kept him entertained with your endless ramblings of Jungkook and how perfect he was. While the others were drunk too, they weren’t nearly as drunk as you’d hoped they would be to not remember your continuous outburst of affection for their younger friend. Fortunately, Jungkook wasn’t around that night. Unfortunately, everyone else has never let you hear the end of it since.

As the sun sets for the day, the canopy of fairy lights above takes its place, illuminating the reception in a glow of warm white. Just in time for the bride and groom to have the first dance for the evening. You see now that they’ve had an outfit change and you awe along with most of the guests at how beautiful the bride looks, even in a simple navy blue evening gown. A piece that you swear would look like nothing special on you but on her, it looks amazing.

Unapologetically, you stare as the couple have the first dance of the evening to a song of their choice, all eyes on them. Soon after, people start to join in with their respective partners. You rest your cheek against the palm of your hand and your eyes continue to follow the bride, not being able to tear away, imagining how it would feel like to be in her shoes. That’s when you catch Jungkook’s eyes from across the dance floor as the bride and groom dance past him. He’s smiling brightly at you, and you notice he too had changed into a black tuxedo, looking as handsome as ever. You smile back shyly, wondering if he had been watching you fawn over his sister-in-law the whole time. He looks away when one of his relatives approaches him.

“I don’t really know what went down between the two of you,” Yoongi says, sounding uninterested, like this whole thing between you and Jungkook was sucking the life right out of him. “But it’s pretty obvious that your feelings aren’t unrequited.”

You think over his words. Jimin and Taehyung are off by the desert table, piling as many pastries as they can onto several plates. You normally only ever voluntarily discuss such things in detail with Jimin, but Yoongi always sounds like he knows something you don’t, and you’re curious.

“I’m just not sure,” you hesitate.

“Of what?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh and look away from Yoongi, whose face is growing redder by the second, probably from all he’s had to drink. “You and I both know how closed off Jungkook can be when it comes to expressing his feelings. Maybe he hasn’t said anything because he’s not sure of how he feels for me. And I don’t want to make him feel like he has to choose between loving me as a friend, and being in love with me.”

Yoongi hums at your reply, not in agreement but more as an acknowledgement of what you said.

“So what’s your excuse then?”

“What?”

“Why haven’t you told him how you feel? What have you got to lose?”

He rest his head on the palm of his hand, looking at you almost dreamily, eyes a little droopy and cheeks tinted pink.

“Everything.” You say without hesitation.

Yoongi smiles at that, seemingly satisfied with your answer. Lifting himself of the table, he leans in a little closer, placing an arm around your back and whispers, hot breath tickling your ear. “Well, I hope it all works out for you.”

“Thanks, Yoon-.”

“But if it doesn’t, there’s always space for you right here in my arms.”

You laugh a little too much, tickled over this playful side of Yoongi. He takes you by surprise when he brings your hand to his lips, your mouth parting in confusion after. You shouldn’t think about how soft his lips feel on you but you do and for a moment you think he’s being serious, until the gentle smile on his face changes ever so slightly into a smirk, one that looks way too familiar and you hear him mutter softly, just enough for you to hear, “Incoming.”

With a harsh drag of the chair next to you, Jungkook plops down, clearing his throat in the most obnoxious way to make his presence known. A tiny gasp escapes you, and you reflexively pull your hand out of Yoongi’s grip. So that’s what he was up to. You think as the smirk on his face morphs into an innocent smile directed at you. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook, who suddenly finds interest in arranging the eating utensils in front of him. He clears his throat again.

“What’s up guys?” He says casually looking back and forth between Yoongi and you.

“Oh nothing, just admiring this beautiful lady sitting next to me, looking like an angel that’s fallen from heav-“

“Yeah, he’s drunk.” You cut Yoongi off, bringing his hand up to cover up his own mouth, which he uses to hide a smile beneath.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to care much over your statement, watching Yoongi closely. The tense in his shoulders noticeable and only when Jimin and Taehyung appear do you see him shrink back to normal. Taking advantage of the distraction, you shake your head at Yoongi, who shrugs and raises his glass to you before downing it, obviously not giving a fuck.

Relaxing a little at the way he seems to sink into his chair, you figure he’s done, you hope he is. But then he opens his mouth again and you fight the urge to punch him in his guts.

“Ah I wish I had someone to dance with. I’d ask Y/N but I don’t think it’s me she’s saving a dance for.”

You want to melt into the seat. Sure the boys did tease you over Jungkook often but they cared about you enough never to bring it up when he was around. It may be the alcohol but you promise he’s getting a mouthful out of you when this wedding is done. No one responds to Yoongi but he doesn’t care, watching the other guests as if proudly saying my work here is done.

Picking up on the situation, Jimin nods to let you know he’s got this covered. But before he can speak, Taehyung does.

“Don’t you feel like dancing Jungkook?”

It isn’t intentional, or at least you don’t think it is, but you never know with Taehyung. The look on his face is neutral and composed. Although, he is good at acting. All four of you turn to Jungkook who is slightly taken aback, his eyes wide and mouth going dry as he clears his throat for the third time within the past five minutes.

“Sure.” He says confidently.

It surprises you that he doesn’t try to change the subject or laugh it off. Everyone waits patiently for him to speak. Looking down nervously, focusing on his hands, you figure he’s mustering up the courage to say something. Too cute.

“Jungkook!”

A voice from behind him interrupts and all of you turn to see Hoseok making his way towards the table. You’ve seen him around a few times at parties or at the dance studio where Jungkook and Jimin go to but it’s never gotten past a hello or goodbye with him. Other than being friends with the boys, you can’t say you know him at all. The rest greets him warmly and he stands in between Jungkook and you, smiling wide.

“Thought you said you couldn’t make it?” Taehyung asks, offering a seat next to him. He refuses.

“Plans got cancelled last minute so,” he shrugs, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Thought I’d join everyone.”

“Hyung, thanks for coming.” Jungkook beams up at the older boy.

Hoseok turns his attention to you and greets you, gaze lingering a little longer than necessary before turning back to the rest.

“So are you guys just gonna sit around all night or?” Hoseok nods his head towards the dance floor.

“Right. We were just talking about that,” Jimin starts, edging Jungkook with his elbow. “I think Jungkook—“

“Cool! You wanna dance?”

You stare blankly at the hand in front of you, not grasping the situation fully just yet. You don’t miss the look Jimin and Taehyung share or the way Yoongi distracts himself with the cuffs of his suit. The pressure of having Hoseok wait for your answer while the rest looks on makes you sweat. When you glance at Jungkook, he’s looking downward, and you heart clenches.

“Um—I um,” You can’t find the right words. It’s not like you want to reject his offer but knowing that there’s a possibility Jungkook was going to ask you to dance makes you hesitate. Still, Hoseok doesn’t know that, and he’s still waiting for your answer, though his face now a little confused. “Jungkook, were you—“

“You should dance with him.” He presses his lips together in a smile that doesn’t convince you.  

“…Okay.” You reply weakly, accepting Hoseok’s hand and allowing him to guide you to the floor.

Your body moves on autopilot, not that you are any good at dancing but having Hoseok as a partner seems to help a lot. Others dance happily around you and the sounds of conversation and laughter echoes around you, muffled. Maybe Hoseok had said something too but you’re not sure. Not until his grip on your waist tightens and he’s staring at you with a look of worry on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you say something?” You blush when you realise he had stopped dancing so the two of you were just awkwardly standing in the middle of the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asks, cocking a brow. His feet start moving again, slowly, making sure you’re able to keep up.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about stuff.”

The smile that graces his features after is contagious. Running your eyes over his features, you realise now how handsome he looks with his hair styled up, exposing his forehead. It’s not like you found him unattractive before. The only time you ever see him is after a dance practice, sweaty, tired, messy, and even then he looked good. You just never really thought about how handsome he is.

“What kinda stuff?” He prods.

“Just…stuff.” It’s not like you could talk about how you heart is aching over the possibility that Jungkook was going to ask you to dance before he showed up. Then you see his smile falter a little like he’s disappointed with your answer. He doesn’t urge any further but the guilt you feel takes over you. “I was wondering what would happen once I accidentally step on your feet or fall on you then crushing you under my weight.”

That satisfies him enough for the smile to return and you smile back, aware of how his hand slides from your side to your back, pulling you in closer. A tiny gasp escapes you when your body meets his and suddenly his face is so close to yours, you’re afraid to breathe.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure we get out of this dance alive.”

“Thanks—woah!”

You’re not quite sure what happens next. He knocks the wind right out of you as the hand round your back tugs powerfully but not painfully, which probably with much practice, causing you to twirl with his hand guiding yours and the next thing you know, his hand is on your back as he catches you in a dip.

“What the fuck,” You mutter, eyes wide and heart pumping, slowly regaining your senses.

Hoseok pulls you back up skilfully, wearing a proud look on his face. “See, you’re a natural.”

You laugh, swatting at his shoulder, a little dizzy from the spin. “Why would you do that! People are staring…”.

“And why wouldn’t they?” His eyes bore into yours so deeply and gently.

His eyes bore into yours so deeply and gently. You figure he isn’t referring to the same thing you are. But with a smile as gorgeous as his, who cares, you just want to make him never stop.

“You snooze, you lose.” Yoongi pats Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook archs a brow at him and stabs the cake on Jimin’s plate before bringing a piece of it to his mouth. The chocolate melts deliciously in his mouth and he shares an approving nod with Jimin who’s chewing on a mouthful himself.

“Dunno know what you’re talking about,” He mumbles, mouth still full, chocolate sticking to his teeth.

“Then explain why you’re shooting death stares at your dance captain while he’s winning over your girl.”

Jimin hums agreeably, taking another mouthful of cake. Taehyung had taken off to elsewhere leaving just the three of them back at the table.

“She’s not—“ Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. “My girl.”

“But you want her to be,” Jimin points his fork at him. “You’re just too scared to tell her.”

“I’M NOT—scared.”

“Listen, she’s not going to wait around forever,” Yoongi says, moving into the empty seat previously occupied by you. His arm drapes heavily around the younger boy’s shoulder. “Tell her how you feel.”

Jungkook looks on as you follow Hoseok’s lead, laughing at yourself every time you make a mistake. The kind of laugh that you make only when you’re embarrassed or nervous, something he finds adorable. When it comes to you, he’s always careful. Maybe too careful for his own good. And maybe this time, he shall listen to his older friends.

It surprises Yoongi and Jimin when Jungkook stands abruptly, fixing the button of his tux and taking a deep breath.

“If this all goes to shit I’m coming for you guys,” Jungkook breathes, walking away from the table.

Instead of walking over to you however, he aims for Taehyung, pulling the boy away from a random lady he knew as a distant relative. Taehyung sighs in relief when he does, brows furrowing and the stretched smile on his face disappearing into a thin line.

“Thanks,” He shakes his head. “If she asks you for my number, tell her we’re dating. Or that I don’t have a phone. Whichever’s easier.”

Jungkook gives him a look before brushing it off, “I need a favour.”

Taehyung tips his head to the side, looking at Jungkook curiously. The younger boy gestures for him to come closer and proceeds to whisper something in his ear, prompting a smile. Taehyung looks at Jungkook lovingly, heart shooting from his eyes, then runs his hands from Jungkook’s shoulders down to the sides of his arms.

“Yeah, you’re making this weird,” Jungkook says, looking around. He catches your gaze when he looks to the side and you’re questioning whatever’s happening with an arched brow. “So will you sing?”

“Of course.”

As they walk towards the live band, you observe them curiously. Taehyung has his arm around Jungkook, listening on as the younger one whispers into his ear, then nodding. With a slap on his back, Taehyung calls upon one of the band members and they talk for a few minutes, Jungkook standing a few feet away.

“Will you be here for the whole weekend too?” Hoseok’s voice makes you snap back.

“Oh, yes.” You smile. “You too?”

“Yup! I guess we’ll be able to spend more time together.”

As he speaks, you see the sparkle in his eyes and hear the way his voice picks up at the mention of spending more time together. Though you don’t know him well and right now might just be the most of a conversation you’ve ever had with him, you can tell a group bonding session isn’t what he meant by spending time together. Choosing not to give much of a reaction, you glance over his shoulder and see your friend Haneul standing some metres away, arms crossed and a smile on her face.

Hoseok notices the change in your body language and looks over his shoulder. “Someone you know?”

“Yeah, one of us.” You say. Footsteps slowing down, you turn your attention back to him. “Hoseok do you mind if I—“

“Go ahead.”

“Thanks.”

Warm hands of his lingers on yours for a minute before you pull away gently, walking towards Haneul. She side eyes you as you walk up to her, eyes wide and looking a little too relieved. Other than Jimin, Haneul is your closest friend, thankfully so because you swear you never would have made it halfway through the first year of uni if not for her keeping a close eye on you.

“Was that Hoseok?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously when you nod. “And you walk away just like that while he’s practically shooting hearts through his eyes right at you? Damn, okay girl.”

“Shut up.” You take her hand and walk to the side, just a little outside the dance floor and further from the table you shared with the boys where Hoseok currently sits. “I didn’t really have a choice. Not like Jungkook was gonna ask me anyway.”

A sorry look paints her face when you speak, so you wave your hands and brush it off to let her know you’re fine. “Y/N…”

“I know, I shouldn’t expect him to—“

“No, not that. Look.” She hisses.

The change in her voice makes you anxious. When you turn back to her and see her eyes trained on somewhere else, you follow in that direction. And that’s when you see Jungkook. The way he’s looking over at you makes your hair stand on end. One look at the intensity of his eyes tells you gears are turning in that head of his. You smile in hopes of receiving one back but his reaction remains stoic.

“Why is he staring at us like that?”

“Staring at you,” she corrects. ”I don’t know but I guess we’re about to find out.”

Just then a familiar voice breaks through the speakers, following a tap of the microphone, “Hello everyone. Hope you’re having a good time. I’d like to sing a cover of a song for you tonight if that’s okay?”

Cheers erupt from everyone, encouraging his attempt. Taehyung smiles shyly, turning to nod at the rest of the band who then starts playing the tune of Sunday Morning. A rumble of applause spread all around as he sings the first line, his deep and charming voice creating a buzz of excitement. You can’t help the smile that creeps on your face. You love his voice.

Before you can allow yourself to get carried away by his soulful voice, Haneul pats your bum urgently, “Don’t look now, lover boy’s coming this way. See you later.”

“What—wait!” Brushing past you, Haneul makes a run for it as you hiss after her, quick enough to grab her arm before she slips away.

“You’ve got this! Just remember everything we practiced!”

All the practice in the world couldn’t make you any less nervous. Yes, you had Haneul stay up with you lots of times to act out different scenarios in which you confess to Jungkook, or the other way around, which Haneul adds every time that it’s highly unlikely, and yes, you’re not proud of that. And if it had been any other time, you would have killed her for mentioning it out loud but currently, you’re busy ignoring your inner voice telling you to run. Because right now, Jungkook is walking towards you from across the floor with an unknown glint in his eye, gracefully sweeping past others and finally reaching you.

Standing before you, he doesn’t say anything and for a moment you’re confused. Until his hand reaches for yours and pulls you along to the middle of the floor. You’re much too distracted by how he melts his hand into yours, fingers interlocking and they seem to fit so perfectly you almost whine when he removes his hand to place on your waist.

“Is this ok?” He asks softly.

You almost laugh. How can he be so smooth one second and the next he’s shyly asking you for a rate and review?

When you don’t answer, he shifts uncomfortably on his feet and eyes go slightly wide. Taking your silence as a no, he starts to remove his hand. You stop him halfway, grabbing his receding hand and placing it back where it was, at the same time resting your head on his chest and allowing your other hand to rest in his, “This is fine, Jungkook. This is good.”

A heavy relieved sigh passes through him, you can feel the way his chest rises and falls. The position you’re in allows you to hear how fast his heart is beating against his chest. Not like yours is doing any better but it makes you smile thinking about how nervous he must be feeling.

Everything feels so perfect. Taehyung’s voice sets just the right atmosphere for this moment and it’s almost unbelievable how he takes over the song like it’s his own. With each note, pulling everyone into a trance. Maybe that’s what makes you look up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Following your move, Jungkook wraps both arms around your waist and pulls you closer.

“You’re so beautiful,” He breathes.

Just when you think he can’t do anything to make you love him any more than you already do, he proves you wrong. Compliments are nothing new, he tells you outfit suits you sometimes and how certain colours look good on you. But this time it feels way too intimate and your heart feels like it’s on fire. Though heartburn aside, his sudden confidence fuels yours.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

When his smile reaches his eyes and you see crinkles forming, your chest tightens. Realisation hits you at how much you adore him. You want to be with him always. If only he could read your mind, that would make things a hell of a lot easier. Because suddenly your tongue feels heavy and lips go dry over unspoken words.

“I have something to say.” He gulps, lowering his gaze from yours.

A long pause follows but you’re patient. If it’s what you think it is, you don’t want to mess this up. Jungkook takes a deep breath, eyes closed and gently places his forehead against yours, lips within reach. If you shift a little, they would touch. Then his tongue darts out, wetting his lips as if to tease you.

“Why is this so difficult…” You hear him mutter.

“Jungkook,” You hum, “You can tell me, it’s alright.”

He melts into you, closing what little gap exist in between, suffocating you in his scent and yet you don’t complain. When he drops his head to rest on your shoulder, you smile.

“You’ve always been bad at talking about feelings.” Your hand rubbing at the nape of his neck calms him.

Again, he attempts, lifting his head to look at you. This time with his hair a little messy at the front and eyes looking a little exhausted. Absolutely adorable. “I—“ He starts, but then laughs and shakes his head, “Fuck.”

“Would it help if I told you I feel the same way?”

His eyes widen though you can tell he’s trying to keep his cool. Pointless to try though, considering you can feel his heart picking up pace again.

“Don’t say it.” He whispers.

“What?”

“I want to say it first,”

Your eyes almost roll all the way to the back of your skull. What is this, some kind of competition?

“God, you’re so annoying,” You huff. He smiles at the pout that forms on your face and wishes he could kiss it away. The look of anticipation you shoot him tells him that you’re still waiting. “Jungkook…”

Over your shoulder, he notices his brother and sister-in-law walking towards the front, near the band, which could only mean they were preparing for the end speeches, waiting till the end of the current melody. He’s running out of time.

“I can’t…” He says softly.

“Why not? Then I’ll say it.”

“No. Don’t. I can’t.” He winces at the disappointment that fills your face. He didn’t intend it to sound as bad as it did.

Nothing else matters in this moment though except for the way his heart aches when you try to hide the tears threatening to form. He can’t explain why it’s so difficult for him to say how he feels, how much he likes you. How his heart skips a beat every time you meet even though it was only a day since the last time he saw you or how he can’t go a day without going through his gallery, a whole folder dedicated to the candid shots he takes of you while you’re studying or eating or asleep on your books in the library.

“I don’t understand,” you mutter quietly. “I thought…”

Everything feels like it’s slipping out of his grip. More importantly, it feels like you’re slipping away. This is exactly what he didn’t want to happen.

“Y/N, you’re amazing,” He starts. The music comes to a slow stop and you hear muffled voices over the microphone, reminding Jungkook he botched it this time. You’re hurt by his previous words but now he’s piqued your interest again. A deep breath ensues on his end.

“You’re probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I think. No, I know. And I know I suck and this is sucky and everything sucks right now and you probably don’t want to speak to me every again but please don’t do that I’ll miss you too much,” He sighs, mumbling something to himself about staying on track. The sides of your lips curl up a little at this sudden outburst. “I promise you, I promise I’ll fix this. Just give me time. Tomorrow.”

“What’s gonna happen tomorrow?” You ask after a pause.

“I don’t know yet.” He says, embarrassed.

You have never been more confused, but you trust Jungkook. “Okay.” You agree with a nod. His eyes light up, more with relief than anything else.

When you hear the MC of the wedding taking over the microphone, you know he has to go. With a smile, you tell him it’s okay and pull away. Yet, his arms stay wrapped around you, holding you in place. You look at him questioningly. Before you can ask, he moves in swiftly, pressing his lips to your cheek. Then without another glance, he walks off to be with his family.

With so many people around you, it’s hard to act nonchalant especially since you want to yell and scream over the kiss. You’ll save that for when you’re alone back at the hotel with Haneul. Speaking of which, she watches you curiously when you walk over.

“So? How was it!” She claps silently. She hadn’t seen the kiss Jungkook gave you. Maybe it’s for the best, you think. It’s much too complicated for you, much less Haneul, to understand.

“Nothing happened.” You shrug, much to her disappointment.

“What? You looked pretty cozy out there in each other’s arms,” She eyes you carefully. “You sure nothing happened?”

Something did happen, though you’re still not sure what. Shrugging it off again, you search for Jungkook among the crowd, catching him standing with his family, posing for a photo. When he’s done he catches your eye and smiles, nodding, a promise only you know about.

You bring your hand to touch the spot his lips claimed earlier. Right now this is enough.

strawberry kisses ⇢ jjk

⇢ word count: 1k+

⇢ warnings: best friend!jk, roommate!jk, lots of kissing, PINING, u both are in love with each other, not smut!!!!! fluff only, suitable for all ages!!!!, jungkookie good boy :(, this is not proof read in the slightest lol

⇢ request: think about THIS. jungkook is her bff and he buys her a chapstick that tastes like strawberries and after she points it out all he wants to do is to taste it. smut and end it however u want 🥺

⇢ a/n: genuinely started writing this in like… november lol and have tried to finish it roughly a thousand times since but its just NOT happening so take these crumbs ig!!! theres no smut tho even tho there was supposed to be ): 

The potent strawberry flavour is only the second thing Jungkook notices on your lips, right behind just how soft they are- which he guesses he only has himself to thank for being the best roommate ever and putting in the bar minimum and grabbing the first tube of chapstick he can find by the cash register. Later he’ll make a joke about how he’d buy you all the lip balm in the world if it means he gets to taste it the same way, but your lips on his are making his brain short circuit and reboot.

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Foolishness | JJK

Jungkook  |  F2L  |  Fluff  |  Kiss Drabbles

“An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.”

“Kook, we both have a 9am tomorrow, lets just sleep.” You mumble, as you plug in your controller to charge overnight. Closely to your side your best friend still sits with his controller in his hands under the blanket. 

He is close enough for you to feel the entire length of his body against yours. You’re painfully aware of it, in your way too small bed. Yet you wouldn’t kick him out for the world. No, you enjoy his warmth way too much for that. 

“One more level?” he pouts, leaning into your side more. 

You groan, eyes heavy with sleep. “Fine, you play one more level while I try to sleep." 

His pout worsens and you chuckle, patting his thigh over the blanket with a whispered goodnight as you turn away from him. 

It’s easy to close your eyes, but not as easy to sleep. Jungkook manages to remain pressed up against you. It was his idea to stay in your room tonight, only because you had just gotten that new Toad puzzle game for the switch and he wanted to try it out. 

Turns out, snuggling in your bad gave your already lost brain way too many ideas to toy with. 

Yeah, you’ve had feelings for Jungkook for a long while now. At this point you’ve blatantly come to accept the fact that you’ll always be fawning over him without him noticing. How can he be so blind? Does he really not notice the way you look at him? The way you lean into him every time he touches you? Every time he sits next to you?

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an abundance of mondays (m)

genre: college!au, childhood friends to lovers!au

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader (f)

word count: 15k

contains: fluff, angst, smut, mutual pining, oblivious best friends in love, exasperated but well-meaning best friend yoongi, a happy ending because I’m a sap

warnings: marijuana use, alcohol consumption, underage drinking, swearing, explicit sex in the form of: (loving) dirty talk, fingering, penetrative sex

summary: “why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

alternatively, it’s an old cliche, falling in love with your best friend. it’s a shame none of the stories ever told you it would feel like this.

soundtrack: fools - troye sivan | tokyo - rm | not in that way - sam smith | … and more! [a link will be added for the full tracklist shortly, but for now, please kindly head over to my masterlist or the top of my blog to find it]

- written as part of the @ficswithluv​ luv library project in the music category & also MAJOR shoutout to the absolutely lovely gia @fantasybangtan who gave this two read-overs, helped to inspire a few key moments, and is just generally the best ♡

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Since Day One

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader ⇢ genre: smut, fluff ⇢ word count: 19k omfg rayan chILL ⇢ theme: werewolf! jungkook + boxer! jungkook + tattoo artist! jungkook (the holy trinity) + f2l au ⇢ warnings: brief scenes of violence, jungkook with shit tons of tattoos, jungkook being extremely soft, smut, lots n lots of it, breeding kink, impregnation kink, spanking, creampie, just overall vvv intense sex okay ⇢ summary: You’ve been friends for years, and when Jungkook decides to take on boxing gigs to earn some extra cash, you’re apprehensive about it but decide to support him nonetheless. It was your role as his designated best friend. But one night, during the first fight that you decide to attend as his supporter, everything completely changes. [ official photo credit goes to @/mindales on twitter. ]

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WILL YOU BE MY BABY? → PAIRING: jungkook x reader (f) → GENRE: f2l, fluff, smut → WORDCOUNT: 5.6k+ → SUMMARY: “Who’s that from?” Jungkook asks, peering over your shoulder to try and read the note you hold.

“Why do you want to know?” You laugh, turning around while holding the paper protectively to your chest.

“Because I’m curious?”

Or, where Jungkook desperately wants to know who his competition is for your affections, but doesn’t want you to know of his massive crush on you.

→ NOTE: guess who finally got her laptop back!!!!! i can finally post my installment in the bound in love collab ! 🥺y’all should definitely give the other six stories a read, they’re all beautifully written by wonderful authors ! header made by the lovely @tokyoscript​ 🤍 → WARNINGS: (idiot) best friends to lovers! like, they’re both really dense lol, mild amounts of insecurity, jungkookie gets a lil jealous, fluffy smut, minimal amounts of dirty talk, oral (f.), it’s really lovey dovey stuff. also massively unedited im so sorry → SPINOFF DRABBLE HERE

“Someone left a letter for you,” your roommate Hyerin speaks, a pastel pink envelope held between her fingers.

“Huh?” You heave, the bag once stood your shoulders now sliding off, landing with a heavy thud. Rolling your shoulders, raising your arms above your head, you stretch until a sharp pop sounds through the air, a satisfied grunt following.

“You got a letter from someone,” Hyerin repeats, holding said item out for you to take. “I didn’t open it,” she adds, offering you a guilty smile.

You snort, taking the parcel from her, noting the poorly taped back, “very convincing.”

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Worth the Wait

➳ Pairing: Barista!Jeongguk x Reader

➳ Genre: Strangers to friends to lovers, college AU, fluffy fluff, slight angst, smutty smut.

➳ Word Count: 13,343

➳ Summary: You have an unwritten rule about swearing off relationships to pursue your studies, but your willpower wavers when you meet Jeongguk, the barista with commitment issues and a soft spot just for you.

➳ Warnings: Mutual pining, some feelings of inadequacy, insecurities, explicit language, loss of virginity for both parties, oral (f receiving), fingering, cum eating, size kink, the softest sex you could imagine, lots of soft hand holding

➳ Publish date: Friday May 31st, 2019

➳ Author’s Note: Hi! This is my first time writing fanfiction, and I hope I didn’t disappoint. The responses I received with the announcement of Worth the Wait has been overwhelming and really unexpected. Thank you so much for the support! If you have any feedback, please let me know! Even if you just want to tell me what you liked or disliked about the fic, it would mean so much to me :) I’ll do my best to improve for you guys ♡

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beyond the story: bitchin’

Hi friends! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy during these tough times! I really wanted to put something out there as a thank you to just how much support Bitchin’ got. You guys really are incredible. So, although this story has come to an end, I wanted to properly close the Bitchin’ chapter by giving you all a behind the scenes look at Bitchin’ and everything that went into writing it. This includes hidden easter eggs, backstories, alternative plot-lines, and a short drabble of the Bitchin’ cast 10 years after the story’s end.

Without further ado, please enjoy and thank you again for all your love. You have all of mine.

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Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates

ty to my love @wwilloww​​​​ for the banner!

Word Count: 22.8k 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: College/Roommates AU, fluff, smut

Warnings: *takes deep breath* soft dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, dirty talk, vibrator use, fingering, size kink, hair pulling, pussy slapping, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, oral (m&f receiving), marking, spanking, face-fucking, rough sex, morning sex, soft sex, body worship, teasing, rimming, ass-eating, anal fingering, butt plug use, anal sex, cumshot, aftercare (don’t stress, this isn’t all one scene fhkfdlghfd)

Rating: 18+

Summary: What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

A/N: Here it is a day early because I finished editing it and I have approximately 0 self-control when it comes to holding my works back to post at a later date. Hopefully this doesn’t inconvenience anyone FHKFDLGHFD

I literally worked away at this fic everyday for the past 3+ weeks, and I’m so glad it’s finally here! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and please do let me know what you think. A comment means the world to me! 

Big thank you to everyone who showed interest in this fic as I was working on it, as well as the lovely people in the BSH discord who gave me motivation to write every day along the way!

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You sat on the couch of your shared apartment, scrolling mindlessly through social media once again. It wasn’t as though you had many other choices of activity. Being university students on break, the quarantine had ripped both yours and Jungkook’s summer job opportunities right from beneath you.

So here you were, month three of minimal contact with the outside world, sitting on the couch you may as well call your home within a home.

You learned very quickly that Facebook was definitely not the app of choice to pass time on, seeing as you only ended up angry at the amount of bad takes visible within the first 5 minutes of browsing. No, you chose to favour Instagram instead, seeing as you could just scroll through food porn, beautiful people, and memes for hours on end.

It definitely was not because your roommate’s thirst traps tended to dominate your feed there. Definitely not. At all.

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