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Midnight Snack

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 710 

Summary: Jungkook was more hungry than he thought. 

A/N: This was inspired by a series of tweets that Jungkook posted of him eating ramen. This is also our first story posted, let alone our first fluff so I hope you enjoy. ~admin L

It’s 1am and Jungkook is still awake scrolling through his Twitter feed when his stomach grumbles. He turns to his girlfriend and shakes her lightly. “Y/N, Y/N,” he whispers. “Hmmm?” she mumbles, eyes still closed. “Let’s go get some food.”

She opens one eye and looks at him questioningly. “It’s still dark outside, what time is it?” Jungkook nervously looks at his phone and mumbles, “1:06.” She closes her eye and turns around so her back is towards him, snuggling closer to her pillow. “Go to the kitchen, get yourself a snack and come back in twenty minutes,” she states sternly, eyes still closed. “You have a concert tomorrow so be ready.” “Yes ma'am.” Sometimes Y/N can be really scary, he thought, but without her, he would be a mess. He goes into the kitchen and searches through the cabinets for something to catch his eye. All he sees are ingredients to make something but he’s too lazy so he continues searching. He reaches the last cabinet and sees a box of instant ramen. He’s usually not one to eat that but at 1am, it seems really appetizing and easy to make. He grabs one and thinks that’s not enough. He grabs two more but he didn’t eat dinner today because he came back from practice pretty late so he grabs three more in a total of 6 instant ramen cups. While he’s preparing to make them he sees a tweet from a fan asking BTS what they were doing. Why not give the fans a little inkling of what their life is like outside of the cameras. He takes a picture of him preparing the ramen before setting his phone down and cooking it for a bit. While he was waiting for the ramen to cook, he was reading the comments the fans were saying about his eating habits and how it’s impossible for him to eat that much ramen. Really, he thought. Challenge accepted. After about three minutes of waiting for the ramen to cook, he takes another picture of him preparing to eat them. He looks at the ramen and thought no big deal and then dives in. “God, this is so good,” he groans. He’s slurping the contents from the cup so fast that next thing you know he’s done with his first one and he’s on with the next one… and then the next one… and then the one after that. Next thing you know he’s finishing his 6th cup of ramen. “That was so delicious,” he sighs. “What the hell Jungkook?!” He turns around to see his girlfriend with her hands on her hips. “You ate all my ramen!!” “Sorry, baby,” he mutters. “When we went grocery shopping you said you didn’t want any so I only brought some for me. And now you ate it all,” Y/N pouts. “I’m sorry, babe. I promise I’ll buy you all the ramen you want tomorrow,” he says with open arms. Y/N walks over to him and sits on his lap, embraced in his arms. “You promise?” He kisses her cheek, “I promise.” She turns to see Jungkook and starts giggling. “What?” he asks. “Your lips are really red. Babe, it looks like you’re wearing lip stick.” “They kind of burn from all the spiciness.” She gets up from his lap and starts walking towards their bedroom. “Then I guess you don’t get any kisses. Because your lips will hurt.” Jungkook gets up quickly and follows her. “No, I still want kisses. I can handle it.” She begins sprinting now. “Nope, your lips are going to hurt.” He catches up to her at their bedroom, wraps his arms around her from behind, spinning her around. “I want your kisses!” “No!” she giggles. “Fine then I’ll just give you kisses,” he says as he’s kissing her on every part he can get his lips on. Her cheek, her hair, her shoulder, her nose. “Fine!” she forfeits. “I’ll give you one kiss.” Jungkook lets her down and turns her around to face him, his hands on her hips. “Two kisses.” “Fine but then we go to bed.” “Deal.” She gives him his two kisses before going off to bed and awaiting a busy day.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to message us with any requests or questions.    

The Golden Ones (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: one shot, angst, fluff and some crazy smut

Word Count: 2,745

Warnings: oral sex, curisng and foul language, just smut 

Request: for @teenagehopless : 8, 23, & 50 w Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Make it fluffy and maybeee a little smutty please ~ thanks so much love

Summary: You and Jungkook are the best of the best at school, the Golden Ones. But being the competitive people you both are causes for some mischief.

A/N: Hi everyone. I’m back with another one shot from the prompt list. I hope you like it. ~admin L

8: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

23: “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

50: "Did you just flick me?”

You and Jungkook are both the golden students everybody wants to be. You both excel in your academics, you are both advanced in any sport, and you both are just overall great at anything you do.

Many would expect you both to get along well. But they couldn’t be more wrong.

Another thing you and Jungkook have in common is your competitiveness. You both want to be the best and only the best. So it’s fair to say that you both didn’t get along well at all.

If you exceeded him on a grade on a test, he would run more laps than you. If you beat him in basketball, he would paint something better than you, and the process goes on.

You are both also the most desired people in school. Every girl is all over Jungkook and every boy is all you. But because of your blinded rivalry, both of you have never noticed.

You are rivals and you alway have been since you’ve known each other and nothing is going to change that.

Until you were both chosen to be on the same team for a soccer tournament at your school.

It’s sports week at your school and everyone is hyped. A handful of the best players compete in different sports and are ranked on ability. This is the perfect opportunity for you to show what you’re made of and to beat Jungkook.

You both played on opposing teams for every sport up until soccer.

You were put on the same team and will have to work together to win … together.

You’re not happy but at least you’re captain which means you get to call the shots. You made your whole game plan and as much as you hate to admit, you have to use Jungkook a lot in order to win. Cause that’s what’s important.

Your team gathers on the field and huddles around you as you explain the game plan.

"Do you all understand?” you ask.

A loud roar of agreement from the team erupts and you all chant before dispersing to stretch.

“I wonder by how many points I’m going to beat you by,” says a voice next to you while you are stretching.

You turn to the voice to see Jungkook stretching out his arms across his chest.

“I don’t know if you noticed but we’re on the same team,” you say sarcastically.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” he says with a smirk.

“Listen Jungkook, I’m not in the mood to compete with you,” you sigh. “I’m just trying to win the other team.”

“Oh we will, because of me,” he presses.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be because of me. I am the captain after all,” you smirk.

He frowns but before he can retort, the referee is calling for the teams to get into place.

Before you know it, the game has started and everyone is running around.

The game started out well. Your game plan was working well, everyone doing what you said.

It wasn’t until Jungkook kept getting the ball that it went down hill from there.

He would have the ball but would immediately be cornered by the opposing team.

“I’m open!” you yell from a couple feet away. He makes eye contact with you but then looks away and still keeps the ball. He runs all the way to the goal and luckily makes it.

He wasn’t quite lucky the times after that. You would yell and run to his side to help him make the goal but he would just push you away or run somewhere else.

It wasn’t until when you had the ball that you were done playing games. You expertly made your way past the opposing players toward the goal but right before you can reach the goal, Jungkook steals the ball from you and makes the goal himself.

You groan angrily as he takes credit for your work. But you let it slide for the sake of winning.

He does it a few more times, taking the ball away from you and engulfs in the cheers of the crowd.

When you got the ball again, you made sure to play a different game plan than the one you presented to the team. That way, Jungkook couldn’t take the ball away.

Just as you were running to the goal, Jungkook runs up to you and trips you, causing you to tumble on the floor and land hard on your knee and then your face.

Everything becomes quiet. The players and the crowd are in silence as they process what had happened. The ref and your team come by your side to help you up. You slowly stand up on your own and shove the helping hands away from you as you try to insist you are okay.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I promise,” you say convincingly as you just want to get back to the game. You look up and see Jungkook looking at you worriedly from afar.

Suddenly you feel liquid run down your knee and you look down to see blood streaming down your leg.

“Fuck,” you mutter. “I’m going to bandage myself up and I’ll be right back. Jimin, take my place.”

You slowly limp away toward the locker room and bandage yourself up. You weren’t as badly injured as you thought you would be. Besides the cut, you were just sore so you were pretty much set to play again. As you limp back to the field, you see the audience screaming and your team carrying Jungkook on their shoulders toward the locker room, cheering him on.

You go up to the ref. “Wait, what happened? I thought we had 20 minutes left.”

“After your injury, we decided to cut the game short and played one more round before finishing. You’re lucky Jungkook is on your team, he made the winning goal.”

You are absolutely pissed. Not only are you injured because of Jungkook, but he’s getting praise for the game you led. You could have sworn smoke was coming out of your ears.

You stomp to the boys locker room, ignoring the slight pain on your knee. Your adrenaline was preventing you from feeling any pain at the moment. You walk in to find half naked men getting dressed. They all gasp when they see you, but you ignore their surprised reactions.

“Where’s Jungkook?” you ask one of the random shirtless men.

“Uhh, he should be by his locker two rows down,” he says awkwardly.

You walk over to where you were directed and see Jungkook, shirtless, talking to one of his teammates.

You turn him over and push him against the lockers.

“What the fuck,” says Jungkook, getting ready to fight whoever it is until he realizes it’s you, causing his eyes to widen.

You laugh sarcastically. “What the fuck?” you mimic him. “I think I should be the one telling you that right now.”

You look around and notice that everything is quiet. Everyone is looking at your interaction right now.

“Everyone get out,” you say looking at everyone in the room. “Now.”

And with that, every single person is walking hurriedly out of the room, giving you some privacy.

Jungkook tries walking out with the rest, but you grab his shoulders and push him back on the lockers, making him wince.

“You’re not going anywhere,” you demand.

Once everyone is out of the room you turn back to Jungkook, arms on either side of him, caging him in.

“What’s your problem with me?” you ask Jungkook.

“What?”

“What the fuck is your problem?” you repeat.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he avoids eye contact.

You don’t know if it’s your words or your proximity that is making him nervous but you continue nonetheless.

“Not only did you ignore my game plan, but you took my shots and you caused my injury,” you say through gritted teeth. You lean in closer, trying to catch his eyes. “What are you so afraid of, huh? Are you afraid that a girl might be better than you? Is that what it is?”

His eyes flick up to look at yours and when you think he’s going to say something, he leans in and captures your lips with his. He grips your hips and turns you around so that now you are against the lockers. You’re still in shock, staying still as he leans away from the kiss.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” he mutters against your lips.

“W-what?”

“I said you’re hot and I like you.”

“You like me?”

“Yeah,” he says as he leans back in to kiss you. This time your lips respond back, causing him to smile into the kiss.

So many things are going through your mind that you push him back slightly.

“Wait what the fu-” you say before you were flicked on the forehead by Jungkook.

“Did you just flick me?”

“Yeah, now shut up and kiss me.”

And with that he leans back in and attacks your lips. You don’t know if it was your confused mind or the  loss of blood but you kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He smirks into the kiss and slowly lowers his hands from your waist to your ass. He gives it a squeeze causing you to gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

You moan in his mouth as he rocks his hips against yours.

“Fuck,” you moan as he travels down your jaw to your neck.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbles against your neck as you pant.

You slip your hands down his shirtless torso and rock hard abs and made your way to his bulge.

You fondle him through his gray soccer shorts, feeling him harden under your touch.

“Oh shit,” groans Jungkook. “Feels so good, baby girl.”

Wanting to feel more of you, he lifts up your leg to grind against you but you whimper in pain as he holds your injured leg.

He let’s go of you immediately, eyes wide. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Y/N. I completely forgot. Shit, I’m so stupid.”

You slowly limp to the bench in between the locker rows and sit down, massaging your knee.

“It’s fine Jungkook,” you mutter in pain.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes again.

“I know you are. I told you I’m fine. I just need to take some pain killers and rest it and I’ll be as good as new.”

You try smiling up at him to reassure him that you’re fine but he  wasn’t having it. He frowned and pouted apologetically.

You didn’t know what to do at this moment so you decide it’s time to go.

“I should get going and rest this knee,” you say as you get up and try to balance yourself.

“Wait,” Jungkook comes up and settles you back down on the bench. He’s on his knees, looking up to you while holding both your hands.

“Let me make it up to you,” he says.

“No, it’s oka-”

“Please, Y/N. I want to make you feel good,” he says lowly.

That’s when you notice the darkness in his eyes. Lust filled eyes looking back at you expectantly.

“W-what?” you mumble. “How?”

“I gave you that injury,” he says guiltily as he let’s go of your hands and places them on your thighs, rubbing them up and down. “So it’s only fair that I make you feel good.”

Before you can say anything, he leans up and kisses your lips softly. This was a huge contrast compared to the passionate, desperate kisses from before.

As you kiss back, he reaches for your waist and pulls down your shorts. You lift your hips, making it easier for them to come off.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says as he leans back up to kiss your lips.

He then places one of his hands above your clothed core and slowly rubs it in circles.

“Jungkook,” you moan against his lips.

“Yes, baby?” he asks looking you in the eye.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

Right then he slips his hand underneath the waist band of your underwear and rubs your clit. “Then so be it.”

Your back arches at the sensation, your head thrown back, allowing him the opportunity to attach his lips against your neck.

He sucks a bruise you know will be there later. You’ll just blame it on the injury, you thought.

He soon sticks two fingers in your entrances and begins pumping in a slow rhythm.

“Shit,” your eyes roll back.

“You like that baby?” Jungkook mutters against your neck.

“Fuck, more. I need more,” you moan.

“Say my name,” he demands.

“Jungkook,” you moan quietly.

“Louder,” he says as he curls his fingers in you.

“Jungkook!” you moan loudly, your voice echoing in the empty locker room.

“Thank you baby,” he says as he detaches himself from your neck leans down lower toward your naval. He removes his fingers so he can take off your underwear.

Before you can question his absence, you feel his tongue lick your core.

Your back arches against nothing while a whimper comes out.

Jungkook looks up and doesn’t break eye contact with you while he continues to lick at your clit while pumping his fingers in your entrance.

“You like that baby?” he mumbles against your core.

“Y-yes,” you moan. “Fuck,” you whimper when he begins to suck on your clit.

You reach down and entangle your fingers in his hair.

“Fuck, Jungkook. I’m so close.”

“Cum for me baby.” He begins pumping really fast while sucking on your clit. The sensations are too much and with loud moan you’re coming. He begins to pump slowly, riding out your high before pulling out and kissing your lips.

He then gets up and opens his locker to get a towel. He cleans you up quietly, while you sit there trying to catch your breath. After he’s done, he puts his towel back in his locker while you pulled your shorts  and underwear back up.

You get up and he turns around to look at you.

“Well I better get going,” you start. “Umm, thank you for this, I guess.”

“It was my pleasure,” he smirks.

You chuckle nervously. “Yeah, well I’ll see you around.” You begin to walk away before he catches your arm.

“Wait!”

You turn around and face him as his eyes flicker down to the floor.

“Yeah?” you question.

“Do you want to go out some time? I know usually this process is the other way around but I really like you.” He grabs both of your hands and leans forward. “So do you want to go out with me?”

Before you could say anything, you had to clear up some things.

“Wait, if you like me, then why were you such an asshole to me? You fucking injured me for fucks sake.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “That was too far, wasn’t it? I didn’t mean to hurt you that bad. I don’t know,” he sighs in defeat. “It’s just that I don’t know how to act around you.”

“You could have just talked to me like everyone else.”

“I’m sorry I just didn’t know another way to get your attention. Every guy is all over you and I didn’t know what to do. I thought this rivalry would get us somewhere but it just did the opposite. I’m sorry, I’ll never hurt you again.”

He looks at you waiting for an answer but you stay quiet. Should you date him? He did cause your injury but then again it wasn’t necessarily intentional. There was a genuinely innocent motive behind it.

“Okay, fine. I’ll go out with you,” you say looking down. That’s when you realize he’s still shirtless. A blush creeps onto your cheeks and you look back up.

“Umm, do you mind putting on a shirt? It’s a bit distracting.”

He smirks, “Anything for you babe.”

After you’ve gathered all your things, you begin to head out.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asks.

“If you don’t mind …” you begin.

“Not at all,” he smiles.

All of a sudden he picks you up bridal style and walks to his car.

“And maybe we can have round two,” he suggests.

You laugh. “You’ll have to earn round two.”

“Challenge accepted.”

A/N: Thank you everyone for being patient and please make sure to stick around for more to come. 

Best Friend of my FWB pt. 1 (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: series, smut (a lot of it for this series), fluff, angst, au

Word Count: 3,253

Warning: Swearing, sexual references, your usual smut 

Summary: You and Jimin have been friends with benefits for a while. Because of that, you’ve met his best friend Jungkook on several occasions. Some of those moments were not so appropriate. But your not-so-existent relationship with Jungkook changes when you work at the same place as him and have to pretend to be his girlfriend.

A/N: I know no one asked for this but I’ve had this written for a while and I need to post it. ~admin L

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Part 1:

"Hey Jimin, do you have my-" Jungkook says as he opens Jimin's door to see you on top of him, naked, riding him, moaning in response.

"What the hell dude?!" yells Jimin as he grabs a blanket and tries to cover both of you.

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

"This is the fourth time!"

"I-I'll just go," says Jungkook as he heads out the door.

"Hi, Jungkook," you say nonchalantly.

"Hi, Y/N," he yells as he closes the door.

That's how life has been for the past six months. You met Jimin at a party of a mutual friend. You guys hit it off, had some drinks and then had sex. And then the next morning, you walked out during his sleep thinking you'll never see him ever again. Until you see him at the club and the cycle starts over again.

Eventually, you both realized that you had really good sex together and agreed on exchanging numbers and began talking. You became quite good friends but the main focus of your relationship was sex, which began the whole friends with benefits relationship.

So, it's safe to say you met Jungkook more than once in a similar occasion.

You roll off Jimin and begin laughing at the situation.

"Why are you laughing?" asks Jimin.

"It's funny," you shrug.

"No, it's not. He ruined the mood."

"Don't worry, I'll just suck you off so we can see what he wants."

"Fine," he says putting his arms behind his head, laying on his back, waiting for you to do your thing.

After about ten minutes, you both head down stairs to see what Jungkook wanted. You both walk into the kitchen where Jungkook made himself at home, eating cereal.

"Hey," Jimin said to Jungkook, over your shoulder as he holds you by the waist. "What's up?"

Jungkook looks up and stares awkwardly at Jimin holding you while you're only wearing one of his oversized hoodies and your panties. He can't seem to erase another one of your interrupted intimate moments out of his head.

"I need my projector back, I need it for work."

"Oh, it's somewhere in my closet. I'll go get it."

And with that Jimin leaves you alone with Jungkook in the kitchen.

You walk around and grab a bowl and milk to also make yourself cereal. You go on your tippy toes and try to reach the cereal above the refrigerator but can't seem to reach.

"Hey, Jungkook?" you ask while attempting to grab the cereal.

"Yeah?" he says as he turns around to the view of your butt in your black lace underwear from the hoodie riding up from reaching too high. His mouth is agape and his cheeks tint pink. He closes his mouth quickly and swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth.

"Can you pass me the cereal please? I can't reach," you say as you step back and let the hoodie cover your butt again.

You didn't seem to notice his changed demeanor as he grabs the cereal with ease and hands it to you.

"Thank you," you say happily as you pour yourself some.

You settle eating cereal by the countertop with a nervous Jungkook in front of you. You both barely talk, and usually when you do, it's through Jimin so it's safe to say it's a little awkward.

"How are you?" you ask politely, trying to make small talk.

"I'm good."

"We didn't scar you again, did we?" you chuckle as you remember this morning's incident.

"Uh, no," he says scratching the back of his head nervously. "Sorry, again. It was my fault. I should have knocked."

You chuckle again. "It's okay. It's Jimin that minds."

"What about me?" says Jimin as he comes in carrying Jungkook's projector. He sets it on the counter and stands behind you again and puts his arms around you.

"That you're the only one who really minds when Jungkook interrupts."

"You should mind too!" he yells in defense.

"I'm confident with who I am and how I look. I really don't care who sees. Especially Jungkook."

"What do you mean 'especially Jungkook'?"

"I mean that he seems like a trustworthy guy." He looks up at you and you give him a wink. He chuckles at your playfulness and at your attempt to annoy Jimin. "And I don't mind if he sees me naked or not. He'd probably appreciate me more than you."

"He probably would," admits Jimin. "He's a softy."

"No I'm not," defends Jungkook.

"Yeah you are dude. You won't fuck someone unless you know you have deep feelings for them."

"And this is why I believe Jungkook would be better at sex than you, Jimin."

"He's not better than me, babe," scoffs Jimin.

"I don't know . . ." you say teasingly.

"I'll show you who's better," says Jimin as he picks you up over his shoulder and smacks your butt as he heads toward the bedroom.

"I guess I'll go then," says Jungkook, more to himself.

"Bye Kookie," you yell back and wave as Jimin carries you off to his bed.

~

Later on that week you go to a party. You're having fun talking to some new people, drinking and dancing. You're about to head back to the kitchen for another drink when you bump into someone.

"Oh sorry," you say as you look up and see Jungkook standing before you. "Oh! Hey Jungkook!" you say excitedly with a smile.

He smiles back. "Hey Y/N. What are you doing here? Is Jimin with you?"

"Jimin's not here. I haven't seen him in a couple of days actually. I'm just here with some of my friends. They went to college with these people. What about you?"

"I'm just here with some friends from college. So I guess I'm 'those people'."

You nod and just as you were about to say something else, your friends call you over. You turn around and they're motioning for you to come over and play beer pong.

"Duty calls," you say with a shrug. "Well I'll see you around Jungkook."

"Bye," he says as he sees you walk to your friends and they begin to cheer at your presence.

The night went along smoothly. Eventually, your friends began to mingle with Jungkook's friends and they realized they had classes together and began conversing about teachers and school life.

"Are you lost?" asks Jungkook from your side.

"Yeah kind of. I have no idea who these people are talking about."

"Well, Professor Kim was an asshole. He was the head of the math department and he had the most monotone voice ever. It was hard to get through his class. "

"Oh yeah! I remember Jimin talked about him before. Isn't he the teacher that Jimin accidentally threw his pen at because he was trying to aim at his friend?"

"Yeah! That's him!" chuckles Jungkook.

Before he can say anything else, a girl taps Jungkook's shoulder, capturing his attention.

"Hey Jungkook. Umm I was wondering if you wanted to dance?" she says nervously as she looks down at her shoes.

"Oh no, sorry Mina. I don't really like to dance," he says awkwardly.

"Oh well then would you like to grab a drink then?”

“Umm I’m good. I already have one.”

“What about lunch sometime? Whenever you’re available,” she persists.

Jungkook's heart begins to race. How does he get out of this without hurting her feelings?

"Sorry Mina. I can't . . . because . . ." He looks around at all the dancing people, grinding and drinking, when he gets an idea. All of a sudden, he grabs you and turns you around so you're also facing Mina. "Because I have a girlfriend."

"What?" you and Mina both question.

"Yeah sorry," continues Jungkook. "My girlfriend means a lot to me which is why I can't go out with you," he says as he tries to give you a hint as to what his plan is.

Mina looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to either confirm or deny this new information.

"Yeah, he's great," you say awkwardly. "I would get rid of him but my parents like him too much."

"You've met her parents already?!" she asks Jungkook sharply.

"Yes," he says quietly.

“Fuck this.” She says as she turns around and stomps away angrily into the abyss of people.

"What the hell Jungkook?!" you say angrily at the sudden confrontation.

"Sorry. I just panicked. I didn't know how else to get her to leave me alone."

"You could have just said no."

"I've tried that for the past four years. She's been crushing on me since college and she doesn't seem to understand the word 'no'. She used to follow me everywhere and would change her classes so we'd have the same schedule. She even works at the same place I do now. She’s obsessed. You can ask anyone in this party."

"Oh wow," was all you could say. He looks at you with wide eyes, hoping you would say something comforting in this situation. "Well I guess I wouldn't mind pretending to be your girlfriend then. It's not like I'm ever going to see her again right?"

"Probably not. But I'm sorry I put you in this situation. I know Jimin's your boyfriend and all."

You chuckle at his statement. "Jimin's not my boyfriend."

"What? He isn't?" he asks surprised.

"No, we're just friends."

"But I've walked in on you two having sex like four times."

"Yeah, we're friends with benefits."

His mouth opens into an O shape as he nods his head in understanding. "No wonder you've lasted longer than any girl he's been with," he says putting two and two together.

You nod your head, knowing exactly what he was talking about since Jimin's mentioned it before. "Yeah, they've all agreed to be friends with benefits with Jimin and they've all ended up falling for him which is when he ends his 'relationship' with them."

"What if you catch feelings too?" asks Jungkook seriously.

"That's never going to happen," you chuckle.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well to be honest, Jimin isn't really my type, personality wise. He's too conceited and he talks too much which is why I tell him to shut up during sex." Jungkook laughs at his friend as you continue. "Don't get me wrong, he's attractive and a good friend but I just see him as a dick for me to use when I'm horny. And Jimin thinks of me the same way."

"So you really don't care if Jimin fucks other girls?"

"No, why would I? I fuck other guys too. I bet he's fucking a girl right now as we speak."

"Then why make this whole friends with benefits thing if you can just go fuck other people whenever you want. Why go back to Jimin?"

"Why eat your favorite food over and over again when there are millions of new things you can try?"

"You have a point," he says.

"And plus it's safer this way too. Every month we get tested for any nasty shit anybody we slept with could have given us. Knowing that Jimin is clean puts me at ease when we have sex."

"Wow, you have this all planned, don't you?"

"I like to be organized," you shrug nonchalantly as you both chuckle at your remark.

"For being Jimin's best friend, you really know nothing about his sex life," you say questioningly.

"I'd rather not know, to be honest."

"Then why did you ask so many questions?" you raise an eyebrow.

"Because I want to know who my girlfriend is sleeping with just to be safe," he jokes.

"Shut up," you chuckle as you hit his shoulder playfully.

From behind Jungkook you can see Mina staring at your friendly interaction. Her eyes are squinting suspiciously as she begins to walk toward the both of you. You and Jungkook have been acting friendly right now, just friendly. Maybe she doesn't think you're actually his girlfriend.

Before she can reach the both of you, you grab Jungkook's face and kiss him on the lips. Your eyes are closed as you mentally count to five before opening one of your eyes to check if Mina is gone. Luckily, she is no where to be found.

Jungkook's arms were by his side at first, his lips frozen but then he slowly begins to melt into the kiss, bringing his arms up to hold your waist, pulling you closer.

As soon as you think the coast is clear you lean away from his lips. You inspect his face, seeing his eyes still closed as he processes what's going on. He slowly opens his eyes, no reaction on his face.

"Sorry about that Jungkook," you say looking him directly in the eye, waiting for his reaction. "Mina was staring at us and she looked unconvinced. She was approaching us so I had to prove to her we're dating."

"O-oh, okay. That makes sense," he says avoiding eye contact.

You're starting to feel tension build between you both so you try to lighten the mood.

"So you're sure you really won't give her a chance? Because I feel like I kind of ruined any chance you'll have," you force a laugh.

His expression looks annoyed just at the mention of her. "No I'm definitely sure I'm never going to give her a chance. I'm glad you ruined my chances. And imagine how awkward work would be if it didn't work out."

"Oh god, don't even mention work right now."

"Why not?"

"I just quit my last job because I was being harassed by one of my bosses."

"Really?"

"Yeah. He's nasty and pervy to most of the women in the office. I'm just the first one to do something about it."

"Does Jimin know about this?"

"No. I didn't think he would want to know."

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows. "Of course he'll want to know. He's your friend."

"I guess. It just not the kinda thing we talk about, you know?"

He stares at you cluelessly.

"Our relationship is kind of superficial. We only talk about the good things, rarely the bad things. And we just have sex. That's all it is. It’s part of the illusion."

"Oh, well if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you. You're really cool and I wouldn't mind hearing anything you have to say, good or bad."

"Thanks Jungkook but you're just saying that because you're my boyfriend," you joke.

You both laugh but then Jungkook continues. "I'm serious though. I actually consider us good friends now. And not just as 'Jimin's girl'."

"Thanks Kookie. You're a really sweet kid," you say as you reach up and cup one of his cheeks.

He begins to blush under your touch and coughs awkwardly as he changes the subject. "So where are you going to work now?"

"Luckily I was hired in the marketing department of some company. I start next week."

"That's great! We should celebrate."

"Yeah, that's actually why I'm here. My friends took me here to celebrate."

He looks confused, "But you don't even know half the people here."

You shrug. "I think they just used this party as an excuse to catch up with friends. But at least you're here to keep me company."

He looked at you sympathetically. You always seem to care for others before yourself. You were selfless and down to do anything. He understands why so many people like you, including Jimin.

"Well how about we take a celebratory shot?"

You nod your head and smile. You both start making your way through the crowd to the kitchen as you instinctively reach out and hold his hand. He immediately takes it, feeling a weird tingling feeling as his hand starts to become clammy out of nervousness. Thankfully, you let go once you got to the kitchen, allowing Jungkook to breathe out the breath he didn't know he was holding.  

After about a couple of drinks and a two-hour conversation, you smile at Jungkook gratefully.

"What?" he asks, wondering why you're staring at him.

"I just wanted to say thank you, for caring." You place your hand on his shoulder in appreciation.

He blushes and nods as he contemplates on what he necessarily feels. He isn't usually one to be so open and social like he was with you today. You just had one conversation and now he's learned so much about you. Even the fact that you're very sexually active doesn't repulse him like it would most people. In fact, he seems to think that it's empowering for you. He's also never opened up so fast to someone, let alone, offer an open mind in case you want to talk.

He's always thought you were nice and different from the other girls Jimin's been with. Unfortunately for Jungkook, you weren't the first person he's walked in on fucking Jimin. The fact that Jimin and Jungkook were roommates in college has lead Jungkook to become accustomed to barging into his room. So when he had walked in on Jimin's previous flings, they would scream and throw things at him to get out or would ignore him and give him attitude in public. But you would just laugh and speak to him in a friendly manner. He knows it's not the other girls' fault that they screamed, they had every right. But he just appreciates your light-hearted attitude and forgiving spirit.

And now today, you did him the favor of pretending to be his girlfriend to prevent his stalker from bothering him. He feels like he owes you his life. No one's been able to get rid of her so easily.

The point is that he likes you. He's not sure if it's just as a friend or as something more. But all he knows is that every time you touch him, a blush begins to creep onto his face and a shiver runs down his spine.

Maybe it's best if he ignores it for now and hopes that extra feeling goes away.

~

It's Monday at work and Jungkook is exhausted. It's only been an hour since he got to the office and they already called for an announcement meeting in the large conference room. By the time Jungkook got to the room, it was already crowded that he decided to stand in the back behind a group of people. He sees Mina on the other side of the room and accidentally makes eye contact with her that he averts his eyes to the front. Thankfully one of the department heads begin the announcement.

"Hi everyone. I'm sorry to take away time from everyone's hard work so I'll make this quick. As you all know, Chan retired from the company and we've been in need of a qualified replacement. I am finally pleased to say that we have found one after a long search. Would you please come in?" asks the department head, motioning to the door next to him.

Jungkook is uninterested, waiting to go back to his desk until he sees you walk through the door in professional attire. His eyes widen as recognition fills his face.

"This is Y/N," continues the department head. "She's the new marketing manager and will also be in charge of the social media outlets of the company. So if anything new comes up, come to her and she'll make sure to have the word out ASAP. Okay you're all dismissed."

This was going to be interesting.

A/N: Hope you all like this new series. ~admin L

Best Friend of my FWB pt. 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: series, smut (a lot of it for this series), fluff, angst, au

Word Count: 3,253

Warning: Swearing, sexual references, your usual smut

Summary: You and Jimin have been friends with benefits for a while. Because of that, you’ve met his best friend Jungkook on several occasions. Some of those moments were not so appropriate. But your not-so-existent relationship with Jungkook changes when you work at the same place as him and have to pretend to be his girlfriend.

A/N: There’s no smut in this part but it is implied. Hope you all like it. 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Part 2:

He stares at you as you give a warm smile at the people in the room.

"This is Y/N," continues the department head. "She's the new marketing manager and will also be in charge of the social media outlets of the company. So if anything new comes up, come to her and she'll make sure to have the word out ASAP. Okay, you're all dismissed."

Jungkook was still in shock as people began to make their way out of the room. It wasn't until Mina spoke to him that he finally snapped out of it.

"Really Jungkook?" says Mina. "You got your girlfriend a job here? That's so unprofessional."

"I didn't get her-" started Jungkook but Mina was out the door. She shouldn't be the one talking about unprofessionalism he thought. She was the one always making advances at him during work, most of them not appropriate for a workroom environment. He stepped out of the conference room as well but was stopped when he heard his name being called. He turned around and saw you walking toward him with a smile that he may or may not already be fond of.

"Hey Jungkook," you say as you hug him. "What are you doing here?"

He chuckles as he hugs you back. You both lean away as he speaks. "I work here."

"You work here?! That's great! It's going to be so nice seeing a familiar face around."

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck and chuckles nervously at the statement. "I'm not the only familiar face at the office."

"Really? Who else?"

"Mina."

Your mouth opens as you realize what he said. "Oh, that's right. She works here too."

"Yeah, but don't worry about her. You both don't work in the same department so you won't see much of each other."

"What department do you work in? Will I see you often?" you ask adorably, according to Jungkook.

"I work in advertisement. So yeah, our departments work together often."

"Good," you smile. Before he can say anything further, his phone rings. He takes it out of his pocket and sees it's his coworker/friend Taehyung probably wondering where he's at. "Uhhh, I have to go Y/N but I'll see you soon," he says as he begins to walk backward. "Let's get lunch together."

"Yeah, okay."

And with that, he turns around and heads for his office.

~

You're both sitting together at the cafe across the street from your work. Being that it's lunchtime, the rumor about you and Jungkook dating has already spread throughout the offices thanks to Mina. Almost everyone from work goes to the cafe so it isn't surprising when there are whispers and stares flying your way as you eat with Jungkook. The image of you both eating together alone is enough to solidify the rumors. "Is it me or are people staring at me?" you ask Jungkook as you take a sip from your cappuccino mug.

"No, I'm pretty sure they're staring at me. I mean have you seen me?" he jokes to ease the moment.

"You're right, you're quite the catch," you wink at him as you eat a potato chip from your plate.

He blushes but soon composes himself. Before he can say anything once again, he is interrupted by the call of his name. "Jungkook?!" You both turn to see Taehyung skipping over to you both with a smirk. Jungkook rolls his eyes and rubs his temples as he knows Taehyung probably heard the rumors by now and is there to confirm it. The boy has no shame.

"Hey Jungkook, how are you?" He asks teasingly.

"I'm fine Taehyung," snarks Jungkook. "Exactly how I was thirty minutes ago when I saw you."

"Good, good," mumbles Taehyung. He then turns to you and smiles. "Aren't you going to introduce me Jungkook?"Jungkook rolls his eyes but nonetheless complies.

"Y/N this is my friend Taehyung, he’s the CEO’s son but he works under his dad. Taehyung, this is Y/N, my . . ." Jungkook doesn't really know what to say. Yes, you did help him out that one time with Mina but he promised you it was a one-time thing. He definitely didn't expect you to be in the presence of Mina again and you both still haven't spoken about what's going to happen in regards to the whole situation. Before Jungkook can come clean, you speak.

"I'm his girlfriend." You extend your hand for Taehyung to shake. He takes it right away and turns to Jungkook, giving him a thumbs up with his other hand.

"Wow, I would have never thought Kookie here could get someone so beautiful. Good job, dude," he says as he pats Jungkook's back, much to his annoyance. "I'm just insulted he hasn't spoken to me about you before."

"I'm insulted he hasn't spoken about me either," you look at Jungkook and wink.

Taehyung laughs, making the whole room turn toward his roar.

Wow, this is playing out so well. Jungkook is amazed at how well you act like his girlfriend. It's almost natural and he can't help but wonder if it were true.

"Well I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," Taehyung finally said. "I'll see you both around." And with that, he exits the cafe.

"He's something," you say humorously.

"Yeah, he is," Jungkook confirms. He looks at you with a look of sympathy. "Uhh, I just want to thank you, again, for doing this. You don't have to pretend to be my girlfriend again if you don't want to. You can live your life normally if you'd like."

"It's really no problem Jungkook. I wouldn't mind pretending to be your girlfriend for any longer. I kind of figured the rumors spread as soon as people began staring. Besides, it's kinda fun. I'm not much of the dating type so it's fun to be in a fake relationship."

"Are you sure? Because you really don't have to."

"I want to," you say as you reach across the table and place your hand above his to show that you are serious. He feels a blush begin to creep on his face as you continue. "Like you said. We're friends. I'll be happy to do this favor for you. Plus, since we're dating, you’re paying for my meal."

He chuckles at your laugh as you remove your hand to take a final sip of your cappuccino. "Shall we head back to work?" you ask softly.

He nods before asking for the check. As a thank you, he paid for your meal and you both left hand in hand, trying to perfect the boyfriend-girlfriend persona.

~

It has only been a couple of days since you've been working at the office with Jungkook. He's been receiving the most attention he's ever received since he started working there. Both positive and negative. Some would congratulate him on his relationship but others would roll their eyes or make snarky comments about it. Unfortunately for Jungkook, today was one of those days he's been receiving negative backlash from his coworkers.

A small meeting was set up to talk about the company's new app feature. Jungkook along with seven other people, including Mina, were in the meeting room, waiting for this project's director to come in.

While waiting for the director, the co-workers decided to interrogate Jungkook about his relationship. "So Jungkook," said Jin, one of his co-workers next to him. "I heard your girlfriend works here now."

"Yeah, she does," says Jungkook awkwardly.

"How'd you do it?"

Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows confused. "How'd I do what?"

"How did you get her a job here? Because my brother has been working his ass off to get this job and didn't get it so what's your secret?"

Jungkook clenched his fist in anger but nonetheless spoke calmly. "I don't have a secret. I didn't do anything."

Jin became mad at his answer. "Did you ask your best friend Taehyung to pull some strings with his daddy? Because if that’s so, then that's really unprofessional of you. Especially here out of all places even after ignoring all of Mina's advances."

"Jin!" warns Mina.

It also happens to be that Jin is extremely good friends with Mina. "That’s so fucking unfair. So what did you do, huh?" continued Jin. "Did you bribe the bosses, did you hack into the paperwork-"

"Or how about I worked my ass off and got this job on my own without anybody's help?" you say coming into the room. "Ever thought of that as a possibility? However, as much as I would like to brag about my qualifications, I have a meeting to direct."

Everyone looks at you in awe, even Jungkook. They all become quiet as you look around the room. You smile once you realize you have everyone's attention. "Okay so I’m Y/N, but most of you already know that," you say looking at everyone who has been speaking about you this whole day. "And I'll be the director for this project. Shall we begin?"

Everyone nods quietly as you begin. "Okay well since I'm new and we will all be working together for the next few weeks, I would like to go around the room and have introductions. Jungkook you can start. Begin with your name, what department you work in and what your purpose is for this particular project."

Jungkook nods as he looks around the room nervously. "Okay, well I'm Jungkook. I work in the advertising department and I take part in the public relations and outreach process."

"Okay, thank you," you smile at him and he smiles back. "You sir," you point at Jin. "Can you continue?"

"Y-yes," he stutters. "I'm Jin. I work in the technical department and I'm in charge of the digital and graphic designs and innovations of the app itself."

After Jin, the other coworkers continued their introductions. When it got to Mina, you couldn't help but feel slightly nervous under her gaze. She can be really intimidating even though you're facilitating the whole meeting.

"You already know who I am, I don't need to introduce myself to you," she snarls at you.

The whole room looks at each other nervously as they await your actions. Suddenly, all the fear in your body left and was left with anger. No one disrespects you when you least deserve it, especially when you’re her superior. Jungkook being the most frightened, feels guilty that he put her wrath on your shoulders. You try to calm down as you speak again. "Yes well I don't know what department you work in or your contribution to this project."

Mina's gaze doesn't falter as she continues to stare you down. "You don't need to know. Just know that the work will be done. Besides, you know enough about me."

You clench your fists in anger. "Do I?"

"Yes, you do," she says with attitude.

That's it. You're done being polite. "The only thing I know is that you tried to get with my boyfriend and failed. So how about you tell me what I told you to say or you're out of this project?"

Everyone's jaw dropped at your threat, especially Jungkook's. Mina's face slightly altered to that of a scared one but immediately composed herself. "You have no right."

You turn on your tablet and face it to her so she can see the email. "Here are the guidelines of my authority stating that I can add and remove anybody from my project as I please." You take back your tablet and look her dead in the eye. "So let's try this again. Your name. Your department. Your job."

Mina finally shows a sign of defeat as she looks down at the table as she speaks. "My name is Mina. I work in the finance department. And I'm in charge of funding and calculating the profits for the new feature."

She looks up as the next person speaks and makes eye contact with Jungkook. He looks at her expressionless and then turns his attention to the person speaking. In the inside, his blood is boiling at the fact that Mina spoke back to you like that. He knows you're not actually dating but he genuinely feels like his actual girlfriend was insulted and is taking it personally.

After the introductions, you begin to explain your plan on how to bring popularity to the new feature. You made a PowerPoint presentation (thanks to Jungkook's projector) and made your point thoroughly. You then assigned everyone their tasks for the rest of the assignment.  

"Alright everyone, that will be all. Thank you for your cooperation, or at least most of you. You may leave now."

With that, everyone began to head out the door, leaving you to stay and organize your stuff. Jungkook stayed as well, wanting to talk to you.

You look up while organizing your paperwork, feeling his presence in the room. You smile, "Hey what are you still doing here?"

"I just didn't want to leave you alone," he scratched the back of his neck. "And I wanted to apologize for Mina's behavior today. It's all my fault she's taking out her anger on you."

"You know you apologize a lot," you chuckle. "It's fine Jungkook. As you can see, I can handle myself."

You gather your things and pick up the projector before Jungkook takes it out of your hands and helps you get to your car. You walk side by side as you try to lighten the mood. "Remember when you tried getting this from Jimin and you walked in on us," you chuckle.

Oh right, Jungkook completely forgot about Jimin. He forgot about your whole relationship with Jimin.

"How can I forget?" mumbles Jungkook. "It was a couple weeks ago, still fresh on my mind."

"Oh my god," you laugh. "I'm so sorry. Again. That being the fourth time."

"It's fine. I'm used to it." "You're used to walking in on people?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

You laugh loudly as you get to your car. You open it and put all the things in as you speak. "Maybe you should be the one getting laid. And then maybe you won't be walking in on people."

Jungkook chuckles. "Yeah right. With who?"

"Who cares," you shrug.

"I care. I don't want to catch anything."

"You won't if you use protection."

"Okay let's stop talking about my sex life please," he scratches the back of his neck.

"Okay, okay," you chuckle. You lean in to kiss his cheek in gratitude. "I gotta go, okay? I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for letting me borrow your projector by the way." You get into your car and wave goodbye to Jungkook, leaving him to watch you drive away.

~

You get out of your car with bags full of pastries and bagels and a bunch of coffee cups. Luckily Jungkook got to work around the same time and saw you with all the chaos. He jogged up to you worriedly. "Oh my god. Do you need help?"

"Yeah, can you get the rest of the food in the car please?"

Jungkook nods as he holds the same amount of food and drinks as you enter the building.

"Why do you have so much breakfast?" he asks. “Isn’t this a job for an intern?”

"I felt like I intimidated the group yesterday and I thought it would help if I brought everyone breakfast. Plus I know it's going to be a stressful few weeks and I want everyone to be energized and do their best. As the project director, it’s important to take care of my staff."

Jungkook nods in understanding. He looks at you with sympathetic eyes as you enter the elevator. It's surprising how much you care even though everyone in that room gave you a reason not to. They all were talking about you behind your back, Mina spoke back to you. And yet here you are buying everyone coffee because you want them to do well.

You exit the elevator and head straight to the conference room where everyone should be at the moment. As soon as you enter the room, the distant chatter became silent. As you and Jungkook set down the food, everyone’s eyes immediately stare at it, as if it's the last meal they'll ever eat. Well, that was easy.

"Hi everyone," you start, getting their attention. "Jungkook and I brought breakfast for you all. Please enjoy and work hard."

As soon as you finish those words, everyone began to grab at the food like wild animals. You and Jungkook stand back while the staff indulges in breakfast.

"Why did you give me credit?" asks Jungkook.

"Because you helped me carry it in."

"That's not enough-"

You place a hand on his cheek to stop him from rambling. “Jungkook, seriously. It’s alright. Just get to work,” you smile.

Jungkook stares at you with a warm smile on his face. You tilt your head and call his name again, attaining his attention from his small daze. “Get to work.”

He coughs awkwardly, “Yes s-sir. I mean, ma’am.”

You chuckle as you let your hand fall from his face and sit down with the rest of group.

~

It’s been a week since you’ve been at your new job and decided to go celebrate with Jungkook and Jimin.

You walk into the BBQ place with Jimin as you meet Jungkook there with drinks and meat ready. You both walk toward him with a smile.

He sees you both and stands up to greet you both.

"Hey babe," you say as you hug Jungkook.

"Hi baby," he says as he hugs you back.

You both sit down and begin serving yourselves drinks when you both notice Jimin's absence. You look up to see him still standing looking at you both with shock.

"Jimin?" you call out. When he doesn't answer, you drag him down to sit down. He was always so dramatic. "Jimin?" you say louder, grabbing his face so that he's looking at you. He finally comes to his senses from his exaggerated reaction.

"I'm sorry, did you guys just call each other babe and baby? Is this why you brought me here?" he asks looking at you. "You're here to say that we're over? No more sex? Because I'll do anything. Just don't end this. I'll share with Jungkook if I have to."

You and Jungkook both laugh at his dramatic episode. He seems even more confused and angry at your reaction.

"What's going on?" he asks aggravated.

"Jungkook and I aren't dating. It's just a joke between us. You know I'm not the dating type," you explain.

Jimin sighs in relief. "Oh thank god. I didn't want the sex we just had to be the last." Jungkook makes a face of disgust as you begin to laugh. Suddenly Jimin looks confused again. "Wait then why did you guys bring me here?"

"We're here to celebrate Y/N's new job," says Jungkook as he flips the meat on the stove in front of you. "She just finished her first week."

"Oh," Jimin says in understanding but then furrows his eyebrows. "Umm, no offense Jungkook but I don't get why you're here."

"What do you mean?" he asks defensively.

"I mean I've never seen you hang out with one of my girls before. This is the first time."

"That’s because Y/N and I are actually friends," says Jungkook.

"Since when?" asks Jimin.

"Since weeks ago,” you say. “Plus we work at the same place now.”

Jimin's face is expressionless until all of a sudden he smiles. "My best friend and my best lay are friends! I couldn't have asked for a better situation."

Jungkook rolls his eyes as you laugh at his silliness. God, this boy is a roller coaster of emotions. "No seriously," continues Jimin. "This rarely happens. I consider myself lucky," he says as he grabs a piece of meat from the stove and eats it. He then points at Jungkook with his chopsticks. "But sorry Kookie, I don't share. She's all mine."

You scoff. "I'm not yours Jimin. I can sleep with whoever I want."

"Yeah, but it'll be weird if you fuck my best friend."

"Don't worry," you say as you eat a piece of meat. "I won't have sex Jungkook."

"Thank you," says Jimin.

"Unless I feel like it," you add.

Jimin groans as you chuckle at his reaction. Jungkook doesn't know how to react to the conversation of you sleeping with him. Will that ever happen? Would you ever want to have sex with him? And if you do, would he say yes? Jimin wasn't wrong when he said that Jungkook only has sex with people he has feelings for. But at the moment he can't see himself saying no to you. It wasn't hard to imagine either since he's walked in on you and Jimin a couple of times. He just pretends he was in Jimin's place during late nights with his hand in his pants but he’ll never admit that.

He didn't notice the blush that crept onto his face until Jimin brings it up. "Jungkook!"

"Huh? What?"

"I've been calling your name. Are you okay? Your face is red."

"I'm fine. What is it you wanted?"

"Flip the meat, it's becoming burnt on that side." Jungkook flips the meat as you and Jimin continue your playful bickering.

Throughout the night, you all drank, ate and conversed about everything, especially things not meant for the dinner table. "So Y/N," begins Jimin. "Who would you rather date? Me or Jungkook?"

"Easy. Jungkook." You look at Jungkook and give him a playful wink. Jungkook smiles to himself satisfied.

"What?! Why?!" asks Jimin.

"Because Jungkook is boyfriend material. He's really nice and caring. Plus he's a good kisser."

"You've kissed already?!"

You nod nonchalantly as you drink your beer.

Jimin scoffs, "Seriously, Y/N. You really can't keep to yourself, can you?"

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at his sudden rudeness. "I can actually," you defend yourself. "How about I keep myself from you for a whole month?"

Jimin's eyes widen at your threat. He immediately scoots his chair closer to you and holds you as he leans his head in the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't mean it. You can do whatever you want. Please don't do this to me." He begins kissing the side of your neck but you pay no attention to him as you continue to drink your beer. He leans away slightly to look at your face only to see you ignore him. "Y/N I'm sorry baby! Please, I'll do whatever you want." You continue to ignore him so he decides to bring out the big guns. He leans into your ear, his lips touching you slightly. "I'll eat you out for hours. Whenever you want, wherever you want. Please baby don't do this," he whispers, forgetting that you're in public or in the presence of a really awkward Jungkook as he witnesses the whole ordeal. Jimin places a hand on your inner thigh and rubs it lightly as he continues to speak. "You know you love it when I go down on you. My hot mouth on your beautiful pussy." You couldn't help the sharp inhale you took. He seemed to notice his teasing going into effect so he continues. "Please baby. Speak to me. I can't have my mouth on you if you don't speak up. Let's go to my place and I'll show you how much I appreciate you."

You think about it for a couple of seconds before speaking. ”Fine."

"So do you forgive me then?" Jimin asks still not letting go of you.

"I'll see tonight.”

He nods frantically as he moves away giving you space.

Jungkook scoffs at the whole ordeal. You and Jimin both look up. Jungkook coughs before composing himself. “Sorry I’ve just never seen Jimin this whipped.”

“What can I say,” starts Jimin. “She has a magical pussy.”

“Okay, can we please stop talking about my vagina for once. Thanks.”

“Sorry,” mutters Jimin.

“Anyway, Jungkook,” you start. “Sorry to bring up work but do you mind working late these next couple of days. I need your help with the advertisement and press release. I’ll pay you double for each hour of overtime.”

“Umm yeah, that’s fine. And the pay is really unnecessary. I don’t mind.”

You place your hand over his and look him in the eyes and smile. “No, I insist.”

Jungkook just smiles and nods.

It’s Jimin’s turn to scoff. “Oh god, you two do look like a real couple.”

You scoot closer to Jungkook playfully, hold his arm and lean against his shoulder. “Right? I think we make a cute couple.”

You turn to look at Jungkook as he turns to look at you with a smile and places a kiss on your forehead. “Of course.”

“I’m gagging,” says Jimin. “And not in a good way.”

“Here,” you hand Jimin your phone. “Take a picture of us.”

“You never take pics with me,” whines Jimin.

“This is different. Jungkook and I are pretending to be in a relationship so we have to show it.”

“So who cares?” shrugs Jimin.

“Mina does,” you say.

With those words, Jimin’s eyes widen as he looks down at your phone and opens up the camera app. He knows exactly about the situation between Jungkook and Mina. He’s witnessed it since college. “Got you fam,” he says.

He holds up the camera and counts down from three before taking multiple pictures. You pose by leaning against Jungkook’s shoulder and Jungkook’s arm around you, leaning his head against yours.

“Now take another one of us kissing,” you say.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, now do it.”

“Fine.” He holds up the camera again and aims it at you and Jungkook. You turn to Jungkook and place your hands on his cheeks as you both lean in and give each other a kiss on the lips. You stay there for a few seconds as you pose for the camera. Once you think that was enough, you back away to see Jungkook’s eyes flutter open. He’s really beautiful up close, you thought to yourself. He feels butterflies in his stomach and can’t help but want to continue.

You cough awkwardly before speaking. “Okay well I think I’m going to head back home. It’s getting late and I’m beginning to get really tired.”

“I’ll drop you off,” says Jimin.

You nod and get up while gathering your belongings. You hug Jungkook goodbye as you leave the BBQ place and leave a lonely Jungkook all by himself like always.

A/N: Hope you all like it. 

Best Friend of my FWB pt. 3

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: series, smut (a lot of it for this series), fluff, angst, au

Word Count: 2,888 

Warning: Swearing, sexual references, your usual smut (I don’t think there’s smut in this chapter though), violence

Summary: You and Jimin have been friends with benefits for a while. Because of that, you’ve met his best friend Jungkook on several occasions. Some of those moments were not so appropriate. But your not-so-existent relationship with Jungkook changes when you work at the same place as him and have to pretend to be his girlfriend.

A/N: I tried writing a semi-fighting scene. It’s probably crap but regardless, I hope you enjoy.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Part 3

“Congratulations everyone on finishing the final product of the new and improved app,” you say as you lift your shot of soju along with the rest of the team. You decided to take everyone out and treat them to bbq and drinks.

“We’ve been working on this for several weeks and now it’s finished. Remember that tomorrow is the big company meeting to present our results. But for now, please enjoy. This is all on me.” Everyone cheers as they begin eating and drinking.

The night goes great, everyone is happy, probably because of the alcohol, and food but they’re just having a good time in general.

You talk to your coworkers in a casual way hoping they’ll be more at ease with you. But you spend most of your time talking to Jungkook and acting all mushy and romantic like playing with each other’s hands while talking or kissing when you think Mina is looking. It’s all fun and games really. But you’re really good at it. And who knows? You might actually want to be in a relationship after all since it’s not so bad. Maybe not with Jungkook specifically but you’ll see.

You’re currently telling Jungkook a funny story of how you almost got kicked out of college when someone taps your shoulder. You turn around and see Jin.

“Hey, what’s up?” you say cheerfully although the confusion on your face was present.

“Can we talk?” he says hesitantly.

“Yeah sure, pull up a seat,” you say, scooting closer to Jungkook to make room for him.

“Alone,” he says looking at Jungkook.

You turn to look at Jungkook. “Why don’t you give us a minute, yeah?”

Jungkook looks at you before looking at Jin and then looking back at you. “Okay.” He leans in and gives you a kiss before getting up and joining some of his coworkers on some interesting conversation.

Jin walks over and takes Jungkook’s seat. “I just wanted to apologize for being so mean to you since you’ve got here. I let my friendship with Mina get the best of me and I didn’t even bother getting to know you. You’re actually really cool.”

You smile in gratitude. “Thanks, that means a lot. I also wanted to apologize for possibly being too hard on you guys. I wasn’t trying to scare you all with my authority.”

Jin reaches across the table where your arm is resting and placed his hand on top of yours. “No, you just did your job. I completely understand.”

You raise an eyebrow, wondering what was going on. From across the table, Jungkook also notices the way Jin is touching you. His fists ball up but he stays in his seat nonetheless. His other coworkers notice and begin laughing.

“Wow, Jungkook. What are you going to do? Jin is trying to take your girl,” says one of the drunk men.

“Jin wouldn’t go for that,” chimes in Mina. “He actually has standards.”

“That’s probably why he hasn’t made a move on you,” says another drunk coworker. The table begins to laugh loudly as Jungkook continues to pay attention to you and Jin.

“Let’s take a shot,” says Jin, his words slurring a bit from the previous drinks. You hold your glass as Jin pours you and him some soju. “To mending relationships,” he says holding up his glass to you. You lift up your glass as well and chug down the shot.

Once you put it down, Jin moves his hand up your forearm and begins rubbing it up and down. “You know,” starts Jin. “I always thought you were so beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you say uncomfortably. You can smell Jin’s alcohol breath from where you’re sitting even though you’re not that far apart at all.

“You’re way out anyone’s league,” he continues. “You’re way out of Jungkook’s league.”

“No, if anything he’s out of my league.”

Jin suddenly places a hand on your cheek. “I can treat you better.”

“Oh can you?” you say questioningly, squinting at him.

“He doesn’t even defend you,” he retaliates.

Jungkook gets up from his seat and starts walking over to you and Jin.

You scoff and push Jin’s hand away from your face. “You mean defend me from when you and Mina talk shit about me, or you and Mina make my job harder than it should be. You treat me worse than Jungkook ever could.”

Jungkook touches your shoulder and you turn around to see him staring down Jin. You stand up and touch his chest to calm him down.

Jin stands up as well, stumbling because he’s drunk. “This conversation is between me and her. Get out of here Jungkook.”

Jungkook moves forward but you push him back a little. “Jungkook, look at me.” Once he looks at you, you continue. “I got this. Just stand behind me.”

You turn back to Jin. “Listen Jin, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying. So how about you finish the night well and go hang out with your friends over there.”

Jin looks at the end of the table and sees his friends staring at the ordeal happening. He’s too drunk to care and decides to make a big scene anyway. “If you want me to end the night well, then you’d come back with me to my place.”

As soon as he said that, Jungkook’s fists balled up and Jin’s friends stood up. Mina races to Jin’s side, and grabs his arm in attempt to sit him down. He won’t budge, making Mina’s actions meaningless.

You roll your eyes, “You don’t understand that no means no right? Or the fact that I’m in a relationship.”

Jin then reaches out, grabs your forearm, and pulls you toward him. “Cmon, baby.”

With that, you twist the arm he’s holding you with, and punch him in the face with your free arm. He lets go of you, knocking himself into the table as he clutches his jaw with his hands. You look at the rest of coworkers, “someone help him up.”

A swarm of men come and help Jin up and take him to the bathroom. You turn around and look at a shocked Jungkook. “Do you want to go?”

He looks at you and closes his mouth before nodding yes. As you walk towards the door, Mina stops you. She grabs your hand and turns you around. You wince at the contact since that’s the hand you injured punching Jin in the face. “What the hell is your problem?” shouts Mina.

“What the hell is my problem?” you ask rhetorically. “What the fuck is his problem?”

“He was drunk,” defends Mina.

“That doesn’t give him the right to touch me and disrespect me.”

“We’re not even at work, you have no authority over him.”

“You’re right, we’re not at work. Which is why I punched him. I was defending myself.”

“He was just flirting,” she scoffs.

“He was taking advantage and was touching what was not his. He thinks that because we’re not at work, he has some sort of power over me as a man. But he doesn’t. Whether we’re at work or not, he should still respect me and everyone else.”

Before Mina can say anything else, Jungkook touches your shoulder softly. “Let’s just go. She isn’t worth it.”

You nod and turn your back on her.

“And you,” says Mina, referring to Jungkook. “You just stand there and do nothing.”

“I’m letting her fight her own battles like she wants to. She can defend herself,” says Jungkook.

“Clearly,” laughs Mina sarcastically. “Because you don’t have the balls to say anything.”

Jungkook laughs sarcastically as well, scratching his head. “You know what, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“But you do,” Mina pushes. “Because ever since you got with her, everything has been a mess.”

“What are you talking about,” asks Jungkook annoyed.

“All these problems would have never happened if you had just been with me.”

Jungkook laughs. “Are you kidding me? You’re delusional. I’m never going to be with you. Get that through your head. I’ve tried to be nice about it but you don’t get it.”

“It’s not fair!” she cries. “I’ve been patient and have always been there for you and you never even look at me. And she just comes out of nowhere and now you’re dating. What makes her so special? Huh?”

“I don’t have time to tolerate this,” scoffs Jungkook. He turns around and looks at you. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, Jungkook,” cries Mina.

Jungkook continues towards the exit as he has his back towards her. You walk with him to the cash register and pay for the drinks and food. You both walk out of the building and to your car.

You stop in front of your car and turn around to look at Jungkook. “Umm I know I’m supposed to drive you back to your place but I’ve kinda hurt my hand.” You extend your hand and examine the slight bruising and dry blood. “Do you think you can drive me back to my place? And then we’ll figure it out from there.”

Jungkook smiles at you and nods. He grabs your keys and opens the passenger door for you. You thank him as he closes the door for you and gets in the driver’s seat.  

The drive to your apartment was calm, but brief, it not being too far from the bbq place.

You had small talk about dogs before getting to your place.

Jungkook gets out of the car first before opening your door. You thank him again and make your way into your apartment.

Once you’ve entered your apartment, you sit on your couch with an exasperated sigh.

“Hey where’s your first aid kit at?” asks Jungkook.

“In the bathroom, under the sink.”

Jungkook exits the living room before coming back with the first aid kit. He sits next to you before grabbing your hand gently. He examines it first before reaching for the disinfectant spray. “You know in the movies,” starts Jungkook. “It’s usually the guy getting treated by the girl.”

You chuckle, “well good thing this isn’t a movie then.”

“You honestly surprise me sometimes,” he admits.

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“I’d like to say a good way.”

You chuckle again. “How so?”

“Well to begin, I didn’t know you could fight.”

“I told you that my last job wasn’t great. And that there were men worse than how Jin was today.”

“True but you were such a badass,” he smiles.

“Thanks,” you smile back.

“You also handle yourself so well,” continues Jungkook. “You’re very independent and so sure of yourself. I envy that.”

“Thanks, but I wasn’t always like that. I’ve just recently become who I am now.”

“Well she’s amazing,” says Jungkook as he wraps your hand gently with the bandage.

“You know Jungkook, you don’t make this boyfriend thing seem so bad,” you laugh.

“What are you talking about? Thanks to me, you’re in all sorts of trouble,” Jungkook shakes his head.

“It adds a bit of adventure in my life,” you say as you examine your hand all bandaged up. You lean in and kiss Jungkook on the cheek. “Thanks.”

He smiles warmly before closing the first aid kit. “My pleasure.” He goes back to the bathroom to put it away before coming back and sitting next to you.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused. I feel like I say this so often but that’s because it happens so often.”

“It’s really fine Jungkook. We’ve been over this. You’re my friend and I’d be happy to help you,” you place your bandaged hand softly on his cheek.

Jungkook looks down and nods. “Yeah, friends.”

“Speaking of friends,” you say, removing your hand from his face. “It’s getting late. I’ll call Jimin and see if he can drop you off at your place.”

You stand up and begin calling Jimin while you pace.

“Hello,” answers Jimin.

“Hey, Jimin. Are you busy?”

“Yeah, I’m a little busy. I’m about to take this girl back to my place.”

“Do you think you have time to help Jungkook out?”

“Jungkook? No sorry. He’s not really as important as this pussy right now.”

You sigh. “Are you serious Jimin? Don’t be like that.”

“Sorry babe. Maybe next time when I’m not about to bang this hot girl.”

“Okay fine, have fun.”

“Will do babe.”

“Treat her well for me, yeah?” you smirk.

“I’ll be thinking of you the whole time,” he laughs.

“Bye Jimin,” you say as you click.

Jungkook looks at you expectantly. “So what did he say?”

“He said he can’t because he’s about to have sex with some girl right now.”

“Are you kidding me? He picks a girl over me? His best friend?”

“We’re talking about Jimin here. That sounds accurate,” you chuckle.

“You’re really not jealous that he’s with another girl?” asks Jungkook curiously.

“No. We’ve been over this Jungkook. He’s allowed to do whatever he wants. And I don’t mind sharing.”

“Okay, well what am I going to do now? Is there a bus maybe?”

“You can stay here if you want,” you say nonchalantly.

“Really? I mean- are you sure?” asks Jungkook nervously.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

“Okay, yeah sure. This couch looks comfortable.”

“You’re way too tall for this couch. I meant on my bed.”

“Oh no, I could never let you sleep on the couch.”

“I wasn’t. I was going to sleep in my bed. With you. Are you okay with that?”

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah absolutely. If you are, I am,” he laughs nervously.

“Cool okay well I’m going to take a shower, so make yourself at home.”

With that, you exit the living room and go to your room to retrieve your stuff before you shower. Once he hears you’re in the shower, he sits on the couch and pulls out his phone. He checks the time and notices it’s almost midnight. He also notices he has a text from an unknown number.

He opens the text and reads: “Hi Jungkook. I’m sorry for everything I told you today. I didn’t mean it and I hope I didn’t creep you out. I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately. I hope you can understand. Anyways, have a good night. -Mina.”

He rolls his eyes and ignores the message. First of all, he doesn’t know how she got his number. Second of all, she didn’t apologize for what she told you. It’s like she completely disregards your existence unless she has to acknowledge you at work. He sighs before scrolling through his apps. After what seemed like minutes, he feels cold and damp arms hug him from behind. He smiles as he turns around to see you with wet hair.

“What are you doing?” you ask casually, arms still loosely wrapped around Jungkook’s neck.

“Nothing, just on my phone.”

You remove yourself from your embrace on Jungkook before walking around to sit next to him on the couch. You hand him a towel, a toothbrush, and some clothes. “Here. This is some clothes that Jimin left here. It’s washed. So the shower is free if you want to use it.”

He takes the clothes and towel from your hands and nods. “Thanks.”

You both get up and this is when he realizes you’re just in an oversized t-shirt and underwear. You notice him looking at you and you begin to laugh.

He immediately diverts his gaze to the side. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“No, it’s fine Jungkook. Besides, you’ve seen me in a lot worse. Or should I say in a lot less.” You begin to chuckle as a shy Jungkook smiles.

“Anyway,” you say as you lead the way to your bathroom. “I will be waiting for you in my room once you come out.”

Jungkook enters the bathroom and nods. Once you’ve shown him where everything was, you go to your room and sit against the headboard on one side of your bed.  

You’re aimlessly going through your presentation for tomorrow that you lose track of time. You didn’t notice when Jungkook laid next to you until he asked you what you were doing.

“I’m practicing for tomorrow’s presentation.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, I think I’m good. I don’t want to involve work in our lives any more than I need to.”

Jungkook chuckles.

You finally take a good look at him and laugh. “Oh my god. I never noticed how tiny Jimin is compared to you. Those clothes are tight.”

Jungkook begins to blush feeling self-conscious. “I know.”

“You can take them off if you want. If that helps.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the idea. He will be half naked, with you in the bed, if he takes off the clothes. You look at him expectingly, seeing what his hesitance is about. Before you can speculate further, he removes his confined shirt and tight sweats, leaving him in his boxers. He then sets it on the bedside table and avoids eye contact with you.

“I don’t understand why you’re so shy. You’re really hot.”

“No, I’m not. If anything, you are.” Jungkook looks at you suddenly, once he realizes what he had said. “S-sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I-“

“It didn’t. Thanks though. Now, lets go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow. And feel free to make yourself comfortable. If I’m hogging the blanket just yank it from me.”

Jungkook chuckles. “Okay.”

You reach over and turn off your bedside lamp and engulf in sleep in the darkness.

A/N: Hope you all like it. I really enjoy updating this series. I also enjoy the feedback so thank you so much to those of you who read this series.

Best Friend of my FWB pt. 8 (Finale)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: series, a little angsty, smut, fluff, fake dating au

Word Count: 3,740

Warnings: there’s only sexual references but no actual smut, and there’s some cursing and threats of violence lol

Summary: You and Jimin have been friends with benefits for a while. Because of that, you’ve met his best friend Jungkook on several occasions. Some of those moments were not so appropriate. But your not-so-existent relationship with Jungkook changes when you work at the same place as him and have to pretend to be his girlfriend.

A/N: I cannot believe I’m finally finishing this series! This is the first series I have ever finished. Thank you so much to everyone who reads my work and send me so much kind words of encouragement. I will be continuing my other series and writing new ones. And there are things in the works hehe . . .

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Taglist: @erraaxh @bunnybearrj @aretha170​ @namjooningelsewhere​

Part 8

The door bell rings, causing you to dash across the living room. Your first guests have arrived. You open the door to be met by a giddy Seolhyun and a smiling Namjoon.

“Happy house warming,” Seolhyun says as she pulls you in for a hug. “We got you a plant for your new apartment.”

After Seolhyun let’s you go from her strong embrace, you open the door wider to let them in. Namjoon stops in front of you to hand you the plant.

“Oh my god, I love aloe!” you say excitedly.

“Seolhyun picked it out,” says Namjoon.

“But he helped,” she chimes in as she wraps her arms against his forearm.

You smile at the happy couple as you look for a place to put your plant.

As one can see, Seolhyun and Namjoon are dating. Unbeknownst to you initially, after Jimin’s after party where Seolhyun stormed out, Namjoon went after her. He remembered that you were her ride and assumed Seolhyun didn’t have a way home, so he caught up to her to take her home. It was initially out of pity (and because Namjoon is a gentleman), but this led to Namjoon coming over to Seolhyun’s place and comforting her. That led to chatting and next thing you know, they had stayed up all night in each other’s company. Their romance started then.

You decide to place your aloe plant by the window, so it can get proper sunlight.

“Where’s Jungkook?” asks Namjoon.

“He’s still getting ready. Such a diva,” you shake your head.

Namjoon chuckles at your comment when the door bell rings again. You rush over and open the door to see Taehyung and Jimin holding two big boxes.

You step aside to let them in. “Hey,” says Taehyung, voice strained.

“Hey,” you say with a hint of concern in your voice. “Do you guys need help with that?”

“Nah, we’ll just set it down right here,” says Jimin as he places the box in the corner.

“What’s in the boxes?” asks Seolhyun.

“I bought them toilet paper,” says Jimin.

“And I got them tooth paste,” says a slightly breathless Taehyung. “I did not think this through when I bought it.”

You all laugh. “Thanks guys, I appreciate the toilet paper, and, uh, tooth paste,” you say slightly confused.

“These are living essentials,” says Taehyung. “You won’t have to buy toilet paper and tooth paste for months now.”

“And besides, we thought it would be better to give you things you would actually use,” says Jimin.

“Yeah, you’ll thank me later when you won’t have to kiss Jungkook’s nasty ass morning breath,” says Taehyung. “I got you guys the good shit.”

“Who are you calling nasty ass morning breath, Mr. I-sometimes-forget-to-shower-for-days?” says Jungkook as he approaches the group and puts his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey! I told you that in confidence,” exclaims Taehyung as everyone laughs.

“Well, we’re still very grateful, right Kookie?” you say as you turn to Jungkook.

He kisses the top of your head before saying, “yeah we appreciate it guys. You honestly didn’t need to get us anything.”

“How could we not?” says Seolhyun. “It’s your first apartment together. You’re the first ones in our group to move in together.”

“Hey! Did you all forget me and Jungkook used to be roommates in college,” says Jimin.

“That doesn’t count,” says Namjoon. “You didn’t actually paying rent together.”

“What are you talking about,” says an annoyed Jimin. “Do you know how much room and board costs?”

“You have a point,” says Namjoon.

“But still,” interjects Seolhyun. “That’s different. You’re not sleeping next to him in the same bed.”

“We slept with the same girl. Does that count?” says Jimin.

“No, it doesn’t count,” says Jungkook, pulling you into a protective embrace. “Besides, it seemed like I barely lived there since you kept bringing girls over almost every night. I basically lived on Namjoon’s couch.”

Jimin was about to retort again when the door bell rang again. “I’ll get it,” you say as you remove yourself from Jungkook’s embrace.

You open the door to welcome Jin and Mina in. “Hey, everyone’s already here.”

“We always come late to everything,” laughs Jin.

“We brought wine,” says Mina as she hands you the two bottles.

“Thanks, I’ll put them in the fridge to chill.”

Oh yeah, another thing. The day of the big company dinner, Mina saw you and Jungkook slow dancing and noticed the love in both of your eyes every time you looked at each other that she finally decided it was time to let go of Jungkook. She knew that she officially didn’t stand a chance against you. She’s never seen Jungkook so smitten, even with his previous girlfriends in college (which didn’t last long because Mina would scare them off). But you weren’t easily scared, which threw Mina off. And she saw time after time, that Jungkook chose you. This dinner just solidified it. Mina decided to get up and leave, nobody noticing, but Jin of course.

When Jin drove her home, she sighed and told him her realization. “I think it’s time I get over Jungkook.”

Jin almost forgot to hit the break at the red light, causing his tired to screech.

“What?” says Jin dumbfounded. “Really?”

“Yeah,” sighs Mina. “It’s obvious that he only has eyes for Y/N and I don’t see there being a potential chance for me. I’m just tired of fighting a losing battle. It’s time to move on.”

Jin blinks, not knowing what to say. He’s taken out of his daze when he hears the cars behind him honk, not realizing the light turned green.

“Well, I’m here to support you with whatever you need,” says Jin as he continues driving toward Mina’s house. “I just want to see you happy.”

Mina gives Jin a small smile, even if he couldn’t see because he’s facing the road. “Thanks.”

In all honesty, it took a while for Mina to officially get over Jungkook. It took a lot of crying, a lot of movie watching, a lot of dismissing herself from his presence. But Jin was always there for her. And she took note of that.

She eventually got to a point where she could be in the presence of both of you, and not want to bite your head off. She felt proud, she didn’t think she could get to this point. Now when she looks at Jungkook, she feels nothing. And it’s honestly thanks to Jin.

One day, Jin randomly came over to Mina’s place with candy.

“Hey, I walked past the new candy store near my place and saw they had those strawberry candies you were obsessed with when you visited Singapore,” says Jin as he hands them to Mina. “I know you were bummed when you couldn’t find them here, so I had to jump at the chance once I saw them.”

Mina was frozen in place with the candy in her hands. Jin had already stepped into her place and started making himself at home. “Mina?” calls Jin. “Are you okay?”

Mina shakes her head and laughs. “Yeah sorry. I just- I can’t believe you remembered that. I told you this like 3 years ago.”

Jin shrugs nonchalantly. “Of course I remember. You were so happy when you had them.”

Mina’s heart skipped a beat at the realization that Jin has been really attentive to her for years. He really did mean it when he said he wants to see her happy. Mina realized that no one made her feel as loved and supported as Jin did.

One day, she walked into Jin’s office with a stride in her step.

“Hey, I was about to text you,” starts Jin standing by his book shelf. “I was going to-“

He’s immediately interrupted with Mina’s lips on his. He’s completely shocked at this sudden interaction, not knowing what to do. Mina suddenly backs away and blinks.

“Sorry, I felt like I had to do that,” she says nonchalantly.

“Uhhh, no need to apologize,” says an awkward Jin.

“I like you Jin,” she says confidently. “And I know you like me too.”

“I-I do,” admits Jin.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Mina asks a little frustrated.

“Because I knew you only had eyes for Jungkook. I didn’t think I had a chance.”

Mina nods in understanding, feeling guilty for making Jin witness her pursuit toward another guy.

“And as long as you were happy and by my side, that’s all that mattered,” said Jin.

“Well I’m over Jungkook now. So what are you going to do about it?” she says with a teasing raised eyebrow.

Jin smiles as he takes her hand and pulls her in slowly until they were chest to chest. He then places a hand on her waist. “Will you go out with me?” he asks sweetly.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Mina says as they both lean in for a kiss.

After Mina and Jin had secretly been dating for a while, Mina decided to come by your office one day.

You hear a knock at your door. “Come in,” you say, eyes still looking down at your paper work.

You hear the door open and are shocked to see Mina standing in front of you.

“Mina,” you say a little surprised. “Come in, take a seat.”

Mina walks to the chair in front of you and sits timidly. “Thanks.”

You close your file and put down your pen so you can give her your undivided attention. “So . . . did you need something?”

Mina inhales deeply before speaking. “I want to apologize to you, for everything I’ve done since I met you. You didn’t deserve any of it. And I realize now how psychotic and childish that was of me to behave that way, and especially taking it out on you when you’ve been nothing but generous. I feel like a complete asshole and I sincerely apologize.”

You’re shocked to hear her say these things. You never thought this would ever happen in your lifetime. You sigh before smiling. “I forgive you. And I’m happy you came to talk to me. It takes a lot of balls to come here and take accountability like that.”

“Oh trust me, I was shitting myself before coming here,” chuckles Mina. “I was pacing in front of your office for like 5 minutes before coming in.”

You laugh as well.

And Mina continues. “And I want to add that I think you and Jungkook genuinely make a good couple. I can see how much he really cares for you.”

“I guess I also owe you an apology,” you state. “At that party where we met, I wasn’t actually dating Jungkook then. I actually barely knew him. But he asked me to pretend to date him so he could let you down easy. I only agreed because I didn’t think I would run into you ever again only to find out you work here too. It all became a bit of a mess and I’m sorry that we fell out.”

Mina blinks, not knowing what to say. “Wow. Well you were really good at pretending,” she says laughing awkwardly.

“Thanks. To be honest, I think I was falling in love with Jungkook in the process, so it wasn’t that hard to pretend. But we’re actually dating now. Sorry about that too.”

Mina shakes her head. “Don’t be. Honestly, I never stood a chance with Jungkook whether you were in the picture or not. And I have finally come to terms with that. Also, if it wasn’t for you to catalyze this whole thing, I wouldn’t have ended up with Jin.”

“Oh my god, you’re dating Jin?! That’s amazing! He’s been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

Mina laughs. “Yeah apparently everyone knew but me. I guess because my eyes were always on Jungkook that I almost overlooked the best thing that could have walked into my life.”

You smile. “Well I’m glad you’re happy. You two make a great duo.”

“Thanks,” says a shy Mina. “Well I better get going. I have a lot of work left to do.”

“Yeah I get it. Thanks for stopping by.”

“Thanks for listening and not punching me,” Mina laughs.

You laugh as well. “I would never. Except that one time I punched Jin. I’ll apologize to him later.”

Mina laughs as she closes your door. That was easier than she thought. She didn’t expect you to forgive her so quickly. Especially after you endured several months of torture from her. She can see why people really like you, especially Jungkook.

She was still a bit surprised to hear that your relationship with Jungkook was initially fake, but at the end of the day, the heart wants what it wants and you still ended up together.

Later that day, Mina went to apologize to Jungkook as well and told him that she will no longer pursue him. He was a little apprehensive at first, not knowing whether to believe her or not, and she doesn’t blame him. She has been pursuing him for years. But he eventually came around after talking to you about it.

“I don’t know, it just seems so sudden,” says Jungkook, laying his head on your lap as you both watch TV on your couch. “And this isn’t the first time she’s apologized to me and revert back to her old ways.”

“I kind of believe her though,” you say as you play with Jungkook’s hair. “I think she was being sincere. It’s pretty difficult to apologize and take accountability like that. She wouldn’t have done that if she was still feeling animosity toward us, especially to me.”

“I guess. But I just don’t fully trust her. I feel like she has some ulterior motive.”

“Well we can never know for sure unless we take a chance and trust her. You gave me a chance after I fucked you over a couple of times.”

“Thats different,” he says shaking his head on your thigh.

“How so?”

“You’re you. And she’s her.”

“That’s not a valid point Jungkook.”

“Besides,” starts Jungkook. “She made our lives a living hell, particularly yours. I don’t get why you’re defending her so much.”

“Because it’s not good to hold onto grudges. And we can’t move on from this if we don’t change our mentalities as well.”

“We can ignore her and still move on,” says Jungkook.

“I just think that if someone goes out of their way to apologize for their faults and take full responsibility, then they at least deserve some grace. I forgive her, and I think you should too. But at the end of the day, I can’t tell you what to do.”

Jungkook looks up at you in thought before sighing. “If you say you trust her, then fine, I will too. But if this backfires, then I get to say I told you so.”

“Deal,” you say excitedly.

“And I get reward sex,” teases Jungkook.

“That’s a win for me too so deal,” you laugh.

“But you have to call me daddy.”

You groan. “Noooo. You know I hate that. It’s so basic.”

“But I’ve never been called that before,” pouts Jungkook.

“Maybe when you officially become a daddy, you will.”

He playfully squints at you. “What are you trying to say?” He turns to the side so he is facing your stomach. “Are you saying you’re pregnant?” He begins kissing your stomach in an exaggerated manner.

You laugh at the comment and his ridiculous reaction. “Hell no. Definitely not.”

“Well then how about we practice making a baby tonight?” he winks at you.

“You know you’ve become really bold since we started dating. What happened to the shy Jungkook that would blush when I would call him hot?”

“He gained confidence after dating the sexiest girl in the world.”

“That was smooth,” you high five him.

“Thanks,” he chuckles. “But seriously, sex tonight?”

You roll your eyes, but nod nonetheless.

Since then, Mina and Jin have made an immense effort to make it up to you both. They’ve brought you both coffee, treated you out to lunch, helped with the workload. Eventually, you all began to get along with one another to the point that you can call each other friends. And this is how we got to now.

You’re all sitting in your living room with most of the couch space taken, some chairs pulled up, and you sitting on Jungkook’s lap on the single seater arm chair to conserve space. You’re all drinking the wine Mina and Jin brought and chatting about memories.

“Can you believe how far we’ve come?” you say.

“I know,” states Mina. “I never thought I’d be in this position where I can sit and have a civilized conversation with you guys.”

“We didn’t either,” said Jimin jokingly, eliciting a scowl from Mina.

“College me would have not seen this coming,” says Jungkook.

“Which part?” asks Taehyung. “Mina getting over you, or you stealing Jimin’s girl?”

“Hey, I didn’t steal her,” Jungkook says. “She was never Jimin’s to begin with.”

Everyone laughs at the shade thrown at Jimin.

“But I rocked her world, that she kept coming back,” smirks Jimin.

“But who did she choose in the end?” says a cocky Jungkook.

“Okay okay, we get it,” you say pinching Jungkook’s cheek, to which he winces.

“Yeah, no more arguing,” says Namjoon. “Even though no one thought Jungkook would one-up Jimin on girls.”

The boys start laughing again.

“Hey, leave Jimin alone,” says Seolhyun. “The poor guy keeps getting roasted out here.”

“Thanks Seolhyun,” says Jimin. “I always knew you were the realest. That’s why I took you out that one time.”

“Oh hell no,” says Seolhyun, putting her hand up. “You’re still an asshole for humiliating me like that. You’re just lucky I ended up with Namjoon because of it or I would have curb-stomped your ass.”

“Ouch,” winces Jimin. “I’ve already apologized for that, like so many times.”

“That’s what you get for hoeing around,” says Taehyung.

“Well I was trying to settle down with Y/N. But you know, she chose the virgin instead.”

“I wasn’t a virgin,” states Jungkook angrily.

“You might as well have been,” Jimin rolls his eyes.

“I’m not saying this because Jungkook is my boyfriend,” you say. “But the first time we had sex, he really did rock my world.”

“Thanks baby,” says Jungkook as he gives you a high five.

“No problem,” you chuckle. “And besides, I don’t think you actually wanted to date me, Jimin. I just think you got jealous at the lack of attention I was giving you. If we dated, you probably would have cheated on me that same week.”

“That’s not true,” he says. “I would have at least lasted a month,” he chuckles.

“Lucky me,” you say sarcastically. “But don’t change if you don’t want to Jimin. Do what makes you happy.”

“You’re one to talk,” he scoffs.

“What are you talking about?”

“You went from being the biggest player on the block to milf housewife.”

“First of all, thank you. I would be a milf if I had kids,” you laugh. You suddenly turn to Jungkook. “But don’t even think about it. I’m not having kids anytime soon.”

Jungkook huffs in annoyance, but you continue. “And I’m not a housewife. I’m literally my boyfriend’s boss, and I still drive him everywhere.” You turn to Jungkook again. “Why don’t you have a car again?”

He shrugs. “I like saying my girlfriend is going to pick me up and then seeing everyone’s face when they see how hot you are.”

You laugh at his comment. “I know that’s complete bullshit, but I’ll take it.” You turn back to Jimin. “Anyways. I didn’t change who I was for Jungkook. I wanted to change for myself because I wanted to be happy. And at that moment, Jungkook was, and still is, what makes me happy.”

Everyone coos at your cute words. You laugh as Jungkook kisses your shoulder from behind you.

“So my point still stands,” you continue. “If you don’t want to change, then don’t. There’s nothing wrong with being a slut, and there’s nothing wrong with being monogamous. There’s also nothing wrong with changing your mind.”

“Yeah yeah, I get it,” says Jimin. “I think I’ll stick to sleeping around for a while longer. But you know who to call when you break up with Jungkook,” he winks.

“Shut the hell up dude,” says an annoyed Jungkook.

Jimin raises his hands in feigned surrender. “Hey, she’s the one who said people can change their minds.”

“They can,” you say. “I’m just not one of those people.” You laugh as you high five Jungkook again.

“Sometimes you guys act like complete bros,” says Jin laughing.

“That’s because he’s my best friend,” you say.

“Hey,” says Seolhyun.

“Sorry, he’s my second best friend,” you say as you wink at Seolhyun.

“Thank you,” Seolhyun laughs.

“I thought I was your best friend,” Namjoon says to Seolhyun.

Seolhyun places a hand on his knee. “You are baby. She’s my girl best friend and you’re my guy best friend.”

Namjoon smiles at that answer.

“Shit, I should have said that,” you say jokingly.

“Yeah you should have,” says Jungkook, pretending to be angry.

“Well am I your best friend?” you ask Jungkook.

“Hold it babe,” says Jimin. “That’s my title.”

“Keep calling my girlfriend ‘babe’ and it won’t be your title for long,” says a threatening Jungkook.

“But don’t you think that brings us closer? Having been with the same girl,” says Jimin.

Jungkook sighs frustratingly. “Ok, Y/N is my best friend.”

“Yay!” you laugh.

“Hey!” says Jimin.

“Should have kept your mouth shut hoe,” you say to Jimin, sticking out your tongue.

“It’s okay Jimin,” says Taehyung placing his arm around him. “You can be my best friend. The two single dudes in the group.”

“That just sounds depressing,” says Jimin.

“Take it or leave it,” says Taehyung.

“I’ll take it,” mumbles Jimin, causing Taehyung to smile.

“Anyways,” says Namjoon. “As much as I enjoy watching Jimin get bullied, let’s make a toast.” Everyone begins to stand up, glasses in their hands. “To old friends and new beginnings.”

Everyone raises their glass and clinks them together in unison, ready for the new chapters in their lives to begin.

~

A/N: That’s the end everyone!! WOOOO!! I’m gonna miss this series, but I have a lot of new one’s coming soon that I’m excited to share. Stay tuned!

Best Friend of my FWB Masterlist

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader (female reader)

Genre: fake dating au, series (completed), angst, fluff, smut, a little bit of everything

Word Count: 30.5k (with all the chapters combined)

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes, some violence but not really, slut shaming, and your usual smut (there will also be individual warnings for each chapter)

Summary: You and Jimin have been friends with benefits for a while. Because of that, you’ve met his best friend Jungkook on several occasions. Some of those moments were not so appropriate. But your not-so-existent relationship with Jungkook changes when you were hired to work at the same place as him and now have to pretend to be his girlfriend.

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my masterlist for this series. I can’t believe I never thought of making one. I’m trying to organize my general masterlist so this is me trying to do that lol. Anyway, thank you so much to everyone that supported me and my work and thank you all for the kind and encouraging words sent my way. I had a lot of fun writing this and it’s my first ever completed series. I hope you all enjoy it!

Taglist: @erraaxh @bunnybearrj @aretha170 @namjooningelsewhere @littletinyhobi​ (I’m so sorry I forgot to tag you in the last few updates)

(M) = Smut

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Part 5 (M)

Part 6 (M)

Part 7 (M)

Part 8 (finale)

Talk to Me in Korean (Advanced Edition)

Your boyfriend’s English is basically better than yours at this point.

After an amazing birthday, he decides to use his newfound skills to get ahead and begin planning next years celebration.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: established relationship au, domestic au, idol! jk, this is a part three to my other talk to me in korean installments but they don’t have to be read in order :)

A/N: Hiiii I’m back??? Hopefully??? This past month has been ROUGH (but like 2020 am I rite?) so I’ve been having a ton of writers block but as always, Jungkook has a way of pulling me out of all of the that. I’m sorry this is like my 50000th domestic jk story in a row ok??? I CANT HELP IT, ITS HIS FAULT. okiii anyway I love you, it’s 3am- this is unedited and im so sleepy. I love you again. 

Warnings: smut (18+ only plz), more so dirty talking than anything but stillll 

Fresh coffee.  

It’s the first thing Jungkook smells when his eyes peek open.  

His flush against the white cotton of the pillow that still holds the scent of your shampoo.  

He literally can’t help the grin that erupts onto his lips as he remembers exactly how the night before played out.  

As he remembers exactly where he is.  

He remembers that his members had organized a surprise dinner for his birthday party which included the finest selection of meat, veggies and various other side dishes money could buy.  

Not to mention, they ended the evening the introduction of a giant banana milk themed cake.  

Despite stuffing himself till near immobilization as well as being surrounded by his best friends, nothing could have prepared him for his final gift: you.  

The boys had flown you in from out of town and organized for your arrival in the middle of the party.  

Jungkook may have shed a few tears as nothing could have made him happier than seeing his beautiful girlfriend pushing through the doors of the venue.  

Once the boys had gone to home, Jungkook had taken you up to his room to finish off the evening with birthday sex.  

Predictable? Maybe.

Did either of you care? Absolutely not.  

It had been 3 months since the two of you had seen each other and he was nothing short of desperate for your touch.  

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koi no yokan - j.jk.

genre: fluff (6k) 

summary: koi no yokan; a japanese phrase which doesn’t mean love at first sight, it roughly translates to love at second sight, it’s described as the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will. and jungkook thinks its the best way to describe how he feels about you. (fools!universe)

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the feeling you get when you first meet someone is special.

whether it be annoyance, anger, joy or nonchalance, the first impression matters because it sticks to the person if you don’t plan on knowing them any further.

but what was this feeling that jungkook got when he saw you?

there was this faint chiming somewhere in the back of his head and he’s sure that there’s no bells around him.

he positively felt his heart dip and do a somersault when he first saw you. his palms are sweaty and he’s pretty sure he stopped breathing when he gulps at your presence, and jungkook swears he busts a nerve when you glance at him with a smile dancing on your pretty lips. it’s a brief glance, he’s not even sure if you registered him in the room but he still feels his throat clench around nothing.

who are you? and why do you make him feel things he can’t explain?

you’re just laughing with your friends, and the light is hitting you in all the right places as you throw your head back, and jungkook just can’t take his eyes off you, not until he feels a smack on the back of his head. jungkook immediately drops the cup that he’s wiping with a towel from his hand and winces when he realizes he has to explain this to the manager.

“what the fuck?” he muttered while rubbing the back of his head, turning around to see jimin sitting beside him on a stool while eating an apple and scrolling through his phone, as if he didn’t just attack unassuming jungkook.

“you’re staring like a creep; we don’t do that jungkook” he continues scrolling, as jungkook gapes at him.

“i w-wasn’t staring please, that can be hardly classified as staring, i was just, you know, just- “jungkook desperately tried to explain himself and jimin gives him an uninterested glare.

“just staring like a creep, yes” jimin finishes his sentence for him and quickly turns away before jungkook could say anything to defend himself and jungkook buries his head into his hands, groaning in frustration.

“fine, i was staring at them but not in a creepy way, i promise.” he mumbles into his hands and jimin snickers a chuckle at his slumped over form and rubs a hand on his back to get him to calm down from being so flustered. jimin found joy in messing with his introvert friend from time to time, mainly because jungkook never disappointed with his reactions, often responding with red, flushed cheeks and pouted lips stretching out a whine just like he was now.

“okay, then why were you staring at them?” jimin asked, in a much gentler tone now that jungkook looked close to blushing his face off, jimin turns to see the crowd of people in the corner of the bakery they worked at as jungkook slowly lifts his head.

how is he supposed to tell jimin that he knows he’s going to fall in love with you, while not knowing you at all?

how is he supposed to explain the goosebumps crawling on his skin were simply because of your laughter?

how is supposed to tell jimin that he’s never felt his heartbeat faster than it is right now?

he can’t explain what he doesn’t understand himself.

so, he settles for an answer that would explain enough.

“i don’t know.” he shakes his head as he says this, he can feel his palms sweating even more, he warns himself to not hold anymore coffee cups, and jimin is concerned for his friend when jungkook slams his head on the counter in front of them.

jungkook is a sensitive guy, not in a naïve or gullible way, he just is a sucker for love, he’s grown up with movies, stories, songs that describe love as this feeling you can’t get enough of, this feeling that is like magic twirling between your fingertips, he’s dreamed about holding that magic in his hands, he’s dreamed about falling in love, being with the one person who makes even the worst situations feel alright, he wants that.

he’s learned about soulmates and how some are destined to meet, red string or whatever, he believes he will hear bells when he meets his soulmate and its only now that he realizes an invisible chiming keeps ringing in his ears and he’s heard it only after he’s seen you.

“oh, your friend, our senior came in today” jimin calls out to jungkook while wiping down the counter, who finally lifts his head from the counter.

“jin hyung?” jungkook questioned because he’s noticed how jin has been coming in frequently to the bakery, and jimin nods.

“i don’t know why he keeps coming back, he’s always complaining about how expensive it is and how i should be giving him a discount. what did he take anyway?” jungkook remembers how jin would come in during the afternoon only to bug him for a while about discounts and asking him for a job as if jungkook was the manager here.

“he took two cups but there was no one with him and it was so late at night too.” jimin wondered out loud and jungkook’s ears perked up, tilting his head slightly.

hmm two cups, even after the constant complaints about the price, huh?

he is definitely going to bother jin about this when he sees him.

“um hello” they hear a soft but deep voice call them out and their heads snap to see you at the counter and jungkook swears he’s going to drop another cup, jimin notices how big jungkook’s eyes have gotten and just to agitate him further, he pushes jungkook near the till where you’re waiting, laughing delightfully when jungkook throws a glare his way and nervously clearing his throat before looking at you.

wow, your eyes are pretty.

and jungkook immediately looks away, his cheeks flaring up again and he wants to dunk his face into ice to calm himself down.

“h-how can we help you?” jungkook stutters out, nervously fiddling with the buttons on the cash register, not sparing a glance at you and jimin almost bursts into laughter next to him. he’s enjoying this way more than he should.

“i’m going to pay for table 13.” you pointed behind you towards the table that was previously occupied with your friends but there was no one left now. jungkook hummed and looked up your bill.

lots of strawberry.

strawberry milkshake, strawberry tart. you looked like a strawberries kind of person so jungkook silently assumed that it was your favorite flavor.

“okay, that’s going to be 60 dollars in total” jungkook adds as he punches the number in and holds his hand out for the bill, and as you fiddle with the wallet in your hand, jungkook dares to look at you again, almost gasping at the close proximity of your faces. you look even better up close and he can notice a faint smell of this teddy bear candle he always burns in his home, and only then realizes the homely scent is from you.

you even smell of his favorite candle for fucks’ sake.

you gently place the amount in his hand and jimin almost snorts when he sees how jungkook’s hands are shaking as he takes them and jungkook clears his throat again while handing the bill to you. you’re looking at him with your head tilted to the side and like you’re thinking about something, and jungkook nervously looks around, he’s not going to survive if you keep looking at him with those bright and curious eyes.

“do we know each other?” something about jungkook feels familiar, like you know him even if you don’t know him? and jungkook is not sure how he’s going to respond, do you feel the same way he does?

“i don’t think so- “and that’s when your eyes travel to the tattoos on his hands and widen in realization, you snap your fingers like you’ve figured out the secret to making a woman orgasm. jungkook is only slightly scared of your realization.

“jeon jungkook, that’s you, right?” you ask with the same wide eyes and a giddy smile, and jungkook feels his soul leave his body slowly because there’s just so much to process.

1.you know his name, oh my fucking god.

2.you look excited about knowing him?

3.wait a second, what do you know about him?

jungkook swears he’s never seen you before because c’mon if he did, he definitely would’ve frozen even back then but he doesn’t have a single clue about you.

which is why it makes him anxious that you seem to know him.

“yep, that is him.” jimin comes over and announces as he slaps a hand on jungkook’s shoulder to snap him out of whatever daze he’s gone back into, jungkook looks white as a sheet and you are slightly concerned.

“oh, don’t get me wrong please, it’s just i saw you around my brother’s tattoo shop and your name has been in the registry for a while so yeah” you nervously giggle, brushing hair out of your face and jungkook can finally breath again.

so that’s how you know him.

that’s not bad at all, jungkook loves his tattoos.

thank god it wasn’t because of the frat parties he’s been to, he’s not sure you would look at him so excitedly if you knew about those.

“genius lab? your brother is yoongi hyung?” jungkook didn’t mask his surprise well, his voice coming out drier and more forced than he would like it to but who can blame the poor guy?

first, he has a crush on this person who just walked into the store and he’s been following your every movement like a puppy (he’s very grateful that you didn’t notice that), second, this person comes up to talk to him and third, this person already knows him and he has no knowledge of them prior to this.

he is one conversation away from having a meltdown.

“yep, that’s him, you seem to be his favorite client.” you slightly chuckle at the memory of yoongi raving about how his new client, jungkook, is so talented in drawing and has been doing his own designs, and how he wants to offer him a job at the parlor, obviously jungkook doesn’t know about this. yoongi also seems to be very fond of jungkook, always talking about him with a small proud smile on his face.

‘when he got his first tattoo, he was shaking so much y/n, i had to give him like five lollipops throughout the entire time and now he doesn’t even flinch’ he explained to you excitedly one day when you were closing the shop together, it was something he always did, tell you stories about his clients whether you listened to him or not, and you remember dismissing him without a second thought because you could care less about who your brother meets. but now looking at jungkook, you understood why your brother gushed about him.

and jungkook is lost, terribly lost. since when did he become yoongi’s favorite client? sure, he gave him an extra lollipop sometimes but that was about it, and before he could question you about it, he sees you check the time only to slightly gasp and turn to him with panic in your eyes.

“my name is y/n by the way, it was nice meeting you jungkook and- “you look over at jimin who’s yet to introduce himself and he straightens when you look at him, offering a hand with a warm smile which you take gladly with an equally warm smile.

y/n, he likes your name.

“jimin, park jimin.” jungkook snorts at jimin’s attempt at the ‘bond, james bond’ line and even you snicker with a hand covering your mouth, jimin looks with disbelief at the two of you, you two barely know each other but you seem more than okay with making fun of him, and before jimin can voice his irritation, you wave a hand to brush it off.

“it was very nice meeting you jungkook and jimin, but i gotta go, hopefully we will meet again” your eyes catch jungkook’s at the end and he can’t help but melt into a dopey grin that doesn’t go away even when you have left the bakery.

“she’s gone, you can drop the smile” jimin nudges jungkook and disappears into the kitchen, it takes everything in jungkook to not throw a cup at him. jungkook then turns back to look at the empty store and sighs as he takes a seat in his stool.

he doesn’t know why but he needs to see you again.

-

jungkook has had a lot of ideas and none of them have worked in his favor so what did he decide to do?

well, right now he’s staring up at the ‘genius labs’ sign with a design ready in his hand.

and no matter how much he tries to convince himself that it isn’t to see you, that jungkook just really wants a tattoo but even jimin knows he is lying through his teeth and also knows exactly why jungkook suddenly wanted another tattoo, only after a month or so from his previous one.

jungkook pushes the door open with one arm, the other arm tightly clutching the strap of his backpack like his life depended on it, he almost feels bad for how tightly he’s holding it and writes a silent reminder to apologize to it later on in his mind.

jungkook looks around and the store looks busier than usual, jungkook searches for any familiar faces (he’s searching for you) and immediately snaps his head when he hears someone call his name. his shoulders slump when he realizes it isn’t you.

it’s yoongi who’s calling him over with a wave and jungkook pushes past the people all while muttering silent apologies, most wave him off, some curse him out and very few pay him any attention at all, and jungkook feels at peace because he hates attention anyway.

“ah jungkook! the store has been feeling empty without you, how have you been?” yoongi asks with a warmth in his tone, as he carefully patches up a client with tape and wrap, his tongue slightly sticking out in concentration and eyes carefully trained on the client’s arm.

i have been looking for your sister because i’m pretty sure i’m going to fall in love with her even if we’ve only met once didn’t seem like the right answer and jungkook didn’t know if yoongi was one of those protective kinds of brothers so he kept his mouth shut about you.

“um i’ve just been around hyung, working at the bakery and assignments and yeah that’s about it” jungkook is distracted as he speaks, eyes still looking for you and only looks back at yoongi when yoongi rises from his kneeling position to wipe his hands and thank the client, letting them go their way.

“oh, you have a design today?” just as jungkook is about to nod yes, he notices you walk into the room from the back, patting someone on the back and sending them away with a warm smile, and jungkook’s heart halts for a minute in his chest as he nervously gulps at you. yes, he came all the way over here just to see you but he wasn’t ready to see you in any way at all. he feels his cheeks flush up again, silently cursing himself out for getting so flustered.

yoongi doesn’t miss any of this, watching jungkook’s reactions with a glint in his eyes and a small smirk growing on his face.

“y/n, come here!” he suddenly yells at you making you look at yoongi, ready to yell back at him only to see jungkook right beside him, looking as pale as a ghost and your own heart leaps in your chest at the sight of him, you quickly make your way over to them with an excited smile on your face.

“jungkook, it’s so nice to see you again” you reach over to take his hand in yours for a delicate handshake and jungkook feels his stomach dip as if he were on the edge of a rollercoaster and he’s just descended suddenly into the track. your hands are warm in his and jungkook can’t help but notice how perfectly they fit together and before he can write a poem about your hands in his, you pull away your hand with the same smile you always seem to have.

“again? you guys have met before?”

oh right, yoongi is still here, jungkook forgot about his hyung for a minute there.

“yeah, i met jungkook at the bakery he works at like two days ago, i’m glad we meet again like this” you grin at him and tap his arm a little, jungkook wants to shove himself into a cupboard because he doesn’t know how to think when you’re touching him like this and it’s an innocent touch really but jungkook’s heart warms that you feel comfortable with him.

you, on the other hand, are trying to making it obvious that you are interested in him but since you’ve met, jungkook doesn’t seem half as excited as you are and you feel dejected every single time he looks away when you try to look at him. you are clueless that the poor guy could die happy in this moment with the way you’re looking at him.

“yeah, we met hyung, i didn’t know i was your favorite client” he slightly teases yoongi who flushes red and looks at you with a glare.

“why did you tell him that y/n?” yoongi groans in frustration and you give him a shrug, a huge grin dancing on your face and jungkook feels himself smile just by looking at the side of your face.

“i’m never telling you anything again” yoongi scolds you playfully and then turns to jungkook, gesturing towards the paper in his hand.

“what’s that tattoo you want jungkook? show me” jungkook hands over the paper of his drawing to yoongi who inspects it with a proud smile, jungkook really did have a talent for drawing and yoongi is seriously considering hiring jungkook as soon as possible.

yeah, yoongi could do this tattoo in little over two hours, it’s nothing hard for him but then he eyes the way you two seem to look at each other, blush and turn away, this repeats at least ten times and yoongi wishes he could bleach his eyes.

wait a minute, yoongi doesn’t even have to do this, he thinks with a happy smirk on his face, he could have you do it because that’s what good brothers would do :]. (he very much supports whatever you and jungkook have going on because jungkook is a nice, talented kid and maybe being your boyfriend would make him more interested in the job yoongi is going to offer him.) it’s purely for you, no selfish motive here, just to see your budding love grow, it’s not so that jungkook will work for him.

“sorry jungkook, i’ve got too much work today, like three more clients and it’s going to take too long to get to you” yoongi hands him the paper with a shake of his head and almost feels bad for outright rejecting him when jungkook looks at him like he kicked his puppy.

he’s doing this for him for fucks’ sake.

“but y/n can.” yoongi adds enthusiastically and ignores the way your head snaps towards him.

“she has way too much free time on her hand and this could be a nice way to test her skills, so if you’re okay with it, she will do it instead of me.” yoongi places one hand on your back when you look at him with confusion written all over your face and pushes you towards jungkook, in your hurry to curse yoongi out loudly, you miss the way jungkook has his hands wrapped around your forearms to keep you steady as you almost fall into him, yoongi hasn’t missed it and he very much is enjoying this version of jungkook and you.

“just go and do the tattoo, you’re such a brat sometimes” yoongi grumbles and your mouth falls open as you punch him on the arm and he’s laughing at how frustrated you get, jungkook is watching the exchange with a smile of his own, sibling banter was always fun to watch.

“just go for fucks’ sake, he’s waiting, you can annoy me later” yoongi gives one last smirk to jungkook and leaves to the other side of the room, your glare softens by a lot as you look back at jungkook and point towards the back, gesturing him to follow you.

“my room is at the back, i only started a few weeks ago and i didn’t like doing it front of everyone” you explain, more like shout at him, over all the chaos littered around the shop, jungkook follows you carefully, being sure not to bump into you and he outright glares when someone slightly pushes you back.

after you enter the small room in the back, you walk around the room while rolling your sleeves up, it’s only then that jungkook notices all the tiny tattoos littered on your arm, you quietly gather the basic things you need and walk over to him with a small smile and jungkook notices how you have glasses on now.

you look cute.

“can i see that design?” you put your hand out and jungkook immediately places the paper in it, he watches with pursed lips as you look at it for a few seconds without saying anything, because that’s his design you’re holding and he really hopes that you like it because he’s quite sensitive about his art.

“i can tell why yoongi wants to hire you here” you grin as you take the design to your table to trace it and jungkook walks over as you sit down and start tracing, pushing your glasses up your eyes.

“yoongi hyung wants to hire me here?” he asks with wide eyes and you nod happily, then pointed to his design, it’s a simple but well-done design and that’s really what matters.

“who wouldn’t want to hire you when you draw like this?”

at your compliment, jungkook feels like he could fly and tries to stop himself from grinning like a mad man.

“do you want this exactly the same as it is?”

“yep, just how it is.” jungkook then takes a look around the room, and he feels like for someone who is complimenting his art, you are exceptionally good yourself, he hums lightly as his eyes skim over the designs you have pinned on a board.

right now, in his eyes, you are not only the most beautiful person he’s met, but also the most creative because some of these designs have him intrigued enough to have them on his own body.

“where do you want it jungkook?” your voice makes him jump a little and he turns back from the board.

“ah you were looking at my board” you put down the glasses, getting up from your seat and walking over to him, jungkook panics, what if your designs were personal to you and he just completely invaded your privacy by looking at them?

“i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean to peek around or anything, they just fascinated me” jungkook explains with guilt laced in his voice as he fiddles with his fingers and you giggle a little at his reaction.

“it’s totally okay, which one do you like by the way?” you look back at the board you’ve carefully curated and then at him with the same bright and curious eyes he loves.

yep, he could die a happy man right now.

“i can’t pick one, all of them are good” jungkook replies with his answer right away, looking away from the side of your face and back to the board.

“that’s one way to flatter a girl” you tease lightheartedly and jungkook’s cheeks flare up almost immediately. but jungkook doesn’t want you to think that he doesn’t appreciate your art or that he only wants to woo you.

“no, don’t take this the wrong way but i really am not trying to flatter you, all your designs are so precise and detailed but still very unique and fresh, that is something i want with my designs, i want to learn from you.” his answer is honest and with no doubt at all, and for the first time, jungkook isn’t nervous in his actions or words, he’s more than confident in his compliment, he knows he means every word.

you almost do a double take at his words, no one has shown such respect to your art, sure you knew yoongi respected it, he wouldn’t have hired you if he didn’t but you don’t get more than an approving nod from him when you show him the designs, but jungkook, oh god jungkook, he just said all the words you’ve been waiting to hear since you started to take art seriously and he doesn’t even know you all that well, but he seems to know exactly how to make you feel special.

“thank you, like genuinely thank you so much and i would love to help you any day, you just have to ask” you can’t help but feel immensely grateful to jungkook and his encouraging words, you feel a lot more motivated to continue doing this.

“you don’t have to thank me, just telling the truth, is all” he smiles down at you and this time, you’re the one who’s blushing and looking away. you clear your throat and tilt your head, hating how your insides seem to be warming up too.

“so, where do you want it?” you walk away from him to slap some gloves and put your glasses on again, jungkook is sure that his favorite thing in the world right now is you in those glasses.

“above the elbow” he answers and takes a seat on the chair, making himself comfortable by stretching a little and moving until he settles, you bring out rubbing alcohol and start cleaning the area, gulping a little at the size of his biceps, and how they seem to flex unconsciously from time to time, the funny thing is, jungkook doesn’t even seem to know how attractive he is.

“are you nervous?” you ask gently, eyes darting to his face so that you stop staring at his arms and jungkook smiles at you cockily.

“not at all” his response makes you smile, his confidence with tattoos is definitely something you admire because you were a whimpering mess even when you got your fifth tattoo done and that’s exactly what you tell jungkook.

“who did your tattoos?” jungkook darts his eyes to your arm and winces a little as you start dragging the needle across his pale skin, which quickly turns into the color of the ink and you silently apologize even if you’re getting paid for doing this.

“yoongi did most of them, some i did for me, one i got when i was drunk so i don’t remember who but yeah that’s it” you answer him and he keeps asking you questions about your art, how you started out, your family and conversation flows easily between you two, like you’ve known each other forever.

and that’s how jungkook feels about you, you don’t feel new to him at all, almost like he was waiting to meet you all his life and now that you are finally here, it feels right. it feels just right.

jungkook notices how your eyes perk up every time you answer a question, so he assumes you love talking and that’s perfect because jungkook doesn’t talk a lot, he’s happy to let you do all the talking.

but his shy nature doesn’t stop him from answering everything you ask. even when you’re done tattooing, and only cleaning and sealing is left, you both don’t stop talking.

and just as he’s telling you about his friends while you’re wrapping his elbow, he notices a tattoo on your collarbone that he didn’t notice before and it’s a strawberry, a fading red and green strawberry right on your collarbone, something that is only visible when your shirt drops down your clavicle.

“your tattoo” he trails off, eyes trained on it and you nod with a smile, pushing your collar a little more out of the way so he could see it clearly.

“a strawberry” a strawberry, just like the one on his elbow now.

when jungkook was raking his brain for ideas, strawberries and the teddy bear scent was all his mind were clouded with, and even if he didn’t know where you two would go or if you would be seeing each other again at all, meeting you was something he wanted to remember, just in a more subtle way.

the design is a bit different from yours but it’s the same red and green strawberry that is fresh on his body.

did he just unintentionally get a matching tattoo with you?

“i’ve just loved strawberries a lot growing up, i used to make strawberry tarts with my mom a lot, this is just like a reminder of my childhood but hey, we have the same tattoo now” you excitedly say, it was one of the reasons you were so pleased with his design, you knew exactly what you felt about jungkook and unlike him, you weren’t as scared of feeling the things you did.

just like how you felt right to him, he felt right to you.

you always thought the idea of destiny or fate was corny, lame even, it never seemed realistic to you because why would two people, two completely different people, meet just to become one?

but as much as jungkook feels right, he’s also proving you wrong silently with how he keeps making it feel like it was fate that you two would meet.

you remember the jitters you experienced when you first saw jungkook in the shop, and silently observed him from a distance because you were trying to get a grip on how one person can make you feel so new but old at the same time, you remember the wide grin he gave your brother as he wrapped his tattoo, being polite but playful and that was when you knew you had to see him again.

so, what did you do about that?

you took your friends to a very expensive bakery after finding out from your brother (you had to work for free for one week so that he could give up that information) that jungkook works there, and you didn’t do a good job at hiding your interest but it seemed like he didn’t either, you weren’t deaf, you heard the way jimin chastised him, you heard the mug break, and all that while, you tried to stop yourself from giving the world a gracious smile with how things fell into place.

and that is when you felt ‘the premonition of love’.

you were sure jungkook would be in your life somehow the first time you saw him, the second time, you were already in love and the third time, you were waiting for him to fall in love too.

and you didn’t have to wait any longer because with the way jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off you as you circle around him, blooms hope in your chest that maybe you’re not the only one in love here.

“do you feel it too?” jungkook questioned suddenly, making you pause in the middle of wrapping his arm, looking at him unsurely, was he talking about what you think he’s talking about?

“what, jungkook?” you look up at him with your hands still loosely holding his arm and right then, jungkook knows you feel the same way, your hands are slightly tightened around his skin and you’re looking at him with so much vulnerability and hope. he feels good that he’s not crazy like he thought he was. he feels even better that you like him just as much as he did you.

“when you said i feel like i know you, and i didn’t have a clue to who you were, i’ve literally never seen you, i would remember you if i did trust me, but you still felt like someone i’ve known forever, like we’re just meeting after waiting? and god i don’t even know how to explain but i just, the only thing i know is that i love you, if it’s the idea of you or just you but yeah i really like everything about-“ after you finally got to hear the words, you quickly silence him with a soft kiss on the cheek and it works wonderfully because jungkook swallows his words up and stares at you with his mouth agape.

“i feel the same way” you whisper carefully and your eyes widen, then flutter close in bliss when he pulls you into his arms and nuzzles his face into your neck and you sigh in happiness because there’s no where else in the world you would be. because for once, jungkook is not running from his feelings but running towards them. and you, you are just glad to hold him.

“i’ve been wanting to do this since the day i saw you” he mutters against your skin and your heart does several flips at his soft tone.

“me too” you whisper back to him and you tighten your arms around him, falling in love shouldn’t be this easy but with him, it was the easiest thing you’ve ever done and you both feel the magic twirling around you, the same magic jungkook’s been fascinated by, the same magic you’ve been waiting to hold and now, it’s wrapping you up into your own little world that you never want to escape.

and as it turns out, jungkook starts working for yoongi shortly after, much to yoongi’s joy and jimin’s despair, after jimin whines for the 100th time that he’s getting lonely, jungkook takes up a shorter shift at the bakery to satisfy the shorter man, he still breaks a glass or two when you surprise visit him there, he sneaks the expensive desserts to you without anyone knowing but it isn’t that easy to escape jimin’s eyes who all but kicks you two out every time he catches you.

since jungkook doesn’t like being around people either, he works with you in the back room, away from the rest of the world and your magic only grows stronger the more time you spend with him, there isn’t anything about jungkook that you don’t want to know, you want to know it all and he wants to know all of you, slowly but carefully, he wants to know all your stories, all your feelings and you don’t disappoint.

he learns from you, you learn from him, he admires your mind, you admire his ever growing enthusiasm for new things, it isn’t long before jungkook starts tattooing you and himself, walking into work becomes a lot less dreadful with jungkook’s beaming smile right in the morning.

and you love, you love and love until there’s nothing left in you but love.

koi no yokan.

a single phrase that describes you both beautifully and accurately. like a fairytale coming to life, that’s what it feels like, a fairytale you want to become one with.

he loves you and you love him.

it’s that simple sometimes.

just love and nothing else.

a lil bad - m.yg.

genre: fluff, angst (11.3k) e2l

summary: you hate min yoongi the most so how the fuck do you end up in his tattoo shop? (fools!universe)

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you don’t know how it happens in every single party, but you always end up next to yoongi, grumbling and complaining but still with him beside you and even after several incidents of pouring drinks on each other and pretending it was a mistake, or just plain insulting each other right to your faces, or ruining dates for the other by fake flirting, you always end up next to him.

you never really understood your hatred for min yoongi, but it’s always been there, whenever you see him, you always either leave the room to not be around him at all or you start bickering with him until the day ends, it’s usually always the latter, he knows just how to rile you up, he knows just what to say to piss you right off, and you always give in to his stupid arguments.

and apparently, even right now, with all your friends dancing and enjoying themselves, you stand in the corner while idly mixing your drink slowly, and it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes when yoongi catches your eye across the room and starts his making his way over to you.

“what are you doing here, doll?” he asks, hands in pockets, his ever-present smirk settled nicely on his face, the nickname that falls from his mouth makes you roll your eyes, he’s been calling you that forever, no matter how many times you’ve complained and hit him for it.

you notice his tattoos peeking from the collar of his leather jacket which mirrors the one on your body. it is hard to not do a full head to toe scan when yoongi manages to look this good even as he’s half drunk.

you hate him but you’re not blind, you know that he is attractive and he knows it too, he knows it all too well.

“none of your goddamn business, min yoongi, get back to your friends.” your bitter reply is no surprise to him and that becomes evident with how he laughs at you and pulls himself up on the table you were resting on, looking down at you with pure amusement dancing in his eyes.

“they’re shit drunk, and i don’t want to deal with anyone vomiting all over me” he shrugs as he takes another swig and you turn to look at his friends who were falling over each other and laughing for no reason at all.

somewhere in you, you know that he’s lying, he wouldn’t mind if his friends vomit over him, he wouldn’t care even when he’s going to be the one who will drive them home after this and make sure that they’re safe but yoongi doesn’t need to know that you know about him.

“such a good friend” you dryly muse and walk away from him, only for him to jump off the table and follow you, you stop in your steps and he does too, making you grit your teeth and look at him with an evident glare in your eyes.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

“none of your goddamn business, doll.”

yeah, you hate him. you take back every nice thought you’ve ever had about him.

he gives you an innocent smile and it takes everything in you to not strangle him. you swiftly turn the other way and speed walk till you’re outside the house, taking a deep breathe now that you’re free from the obnoxious people and music. just when you stretch your legs out to settle there for a bit, you see someone barging their way out, almost hitting your arm, you turn to curse them out just to see jimin come out from the same way, following the previous person.

you only know jimin because he works in namjoon’s bakery, and he’s in one of your classes, you’re friendly enough to greet each other but that’s it, so when you see him fighting with the person who barged out first, and the fight showing no signs of calming down, you roll your eyes at how stupid they sound, why can’t they just kiss already? you can literally feel the sexual tension in the air and they seem to be in absolute denial about it, but deciding that it was best to leave them alone, you unwillingly tip toe your way back into the house.

the party is still raging and loud and you can’t really distinguish who is who anymore, so you just push your way through the crowd, murmuring excuse me’s and curses to people who push you, only to find yourself in the living room where all your friends are gathered. they immediately perk up at your entrance, drunk smiles gleaming even in the darkness and you hate to admit that you sense some mischief in the air.

“i was looking for you, come here, sit down” jennie smiles as soon as she sees you and pats the seat next to her, you hesitantly sit and warily eye the bottle in the middle of the circle you’re sat at.

“what’s going on here?”

“we’re playing spin the bottle because we literally have nothing left to do” jisoo complains from opposite to you and you throw your head back with a groan, at the corner of your eye, you see yoongi walk in with his own friends and you don’t even want to look up again.

“how bored are you guys?” you complain but get comfortable in your seat anyway, it’s not like you were any less bored than they were.

“just say you’re too much of a wimp to play and leave already.” yoongi’s voice is crystal clear even with the loud music and everyone starts ooh’ing at his sentence, all of them were already used to your endless bickering and they always act like they know something you both don’t, you never cared enough to ask them anyway. you rolled your eyes before setting them on him with a bored expression.

“you’re still standing min yoongi, so who’s the real wimp here?” and now, everyone’s ooh’ing at you, he looks up at you with the same smirk that always annoys you and cocks an eyebrow before sitting directly in front of you, then pins you with only challenge clear in his eyes.

“okay, so the rules are pretty simple.” you look away from him and focus on listening to chaeyoung as she explains what exactly are the set rules.

“so when we spin the bottle, the people at the ends of the bottle either kiss each other or one of them gets to give a dare to the other, and the other cannot refuse” jisoo smiles at you as she plays with the bottle in her hand and you know what’s going on in her little head, she’s always been convinced that you have a crush on yoongi but you were close to vomiting on her when she told you that, she hasn’t backed down though and if you know her, she’s probably thinking this is some magical way to get you to kiss yoongi but you would jump into a well before that happens.

“the only person i want to kiss in this room is you” yoongi wears a wide, confident grin as he points to the random girl he’s been talking up since the beginning of the party and you watch with raised eyebrows as she blushes and buries her face into his shoulder.

poor girl, you wince to yourself.

and yoongi’s drinking up the affection, cooing at her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder, not letting her go even as the bottle spins speedily and lands on taehyung and some girl you’ve seen around the campus, you have never really looked at her but she does seem a little out of place in the party, and you make a note to yourself to talk to her later, you hate that feeling of being isolated and you wouldn’t want her to feel that way.

everyone watches them with excited and curious eyes, taehyung has a huge smile on his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at the girl who looks like she wants to run away, but then taehyung reaches over and whispers something into her ear and everyone erupts into cheers when he reaches for his hoodie on the floor and drops it on their heads, the hoodie comes off to reveal one flushed face and taehyung who is positively beaming. though the kiss is over, at least you assume it is over, everyone’s gaze lingers on the quiet girl who all but is biting on her lip and averting her gaze to the floor.

“stop making her uncomfortable and spin the bottle already” you say plainly as you leaned back on your hands, you could tell she wanted anything but attention, she just had a stiff posture and this was clearly new for her, so you decided to help her out. she flashed you a quick grateful look and you gently smile at her.

and the bottle kept spinning, most opted for the kisses, and each time someone would kiss, the entire room would be chaos, with people whooping and waving their hands, you bury your head into your hands each time that happens because you can’t believe most of these people are well in their 20’s and are still this excited over seeing their peers kiss but you enjoy the energy in the air, it’s familiar and being around your friends is something you’re always grateful for.

“wait wait yoongi didn’t spin the bottle” lisa points out along with chaeyoung and they both have happy smirks on their faces as everyone nods in agreement, soon cheering him on to spin it already and yoongi surrenders with raised hands.

the bottle spins and you hold your breath because you would do anything to not be at the other end of it.

you exhale in relief when it lands on who yoongi wanted it to land on, the girl who’s been around him all night, he just looks at her with a smile and she leans forward with sparkling eyes, and you look away just when the sound of smacking lips fills the air, immediately everyone starts shouting and that’s when you understand that maybe the kiss wasn’t innocent at all, you almost do a double take when you hear a silent moan in midst of all the chaos, looking back when the shouts die down to see the girls with pink cheeks and yoongi who had a proud smile on his face.

and you don’t know why, but at that moment, your annoyance for him touches the roof.

maybe because he was oozing confidence always?

maybe because it sounded like he was an incredible kisser?

maybe because he’s got someone blushing right next to him with just a kiss?

you don’t know and frankly you also don’t understand why you stand up from the circle right then, everyone’s eyes lands on you and you shift on your feet, you hate attention, and you particularly hate yoongi who immediately looks at you standing.

“i just need a refill, i will be back, you guys play” you gesture towards the kitchen and leave the living room with fast steps, you only let out a breath of relief once you’re in the kinda empty kitchen, it still has like 10 people but not one of them gives a fuck about you, which is exactly what you need.

you spot the tequila bottles but they are empty, making you groan out loud in frustration and you want to throw a chair into the window, because how the fuck do these people drink so fast? last time you were here, there were 10 huge, full bottles and they’re just gone now.

“fucking great” you mumble and squeeze your eyes shut as you lean back on the counter.

you don’t even want to go back to the circle and see yoongi’s face or the girl that he’s with who seems to blush about everything like who’s going to tell her that yoongi will probably drop her in a week?

you stomp your way back to the living room, and sit down with a huff, not looking at anyone, just letting the game continue around you and zoning out until someone asks you something.

your eyes don’t leave the bottle in the middle of the circle, staring as it spins and claims its victims, and you only snap out of your thoughts when jennie nudges you, you are a little startled when she pushes the bottle into your hand with a small smile.

“it’s your turn, spin it” she gently instructs, and you almost just want to cuddle her and go to sleep because she’s always been so nice to you and maybe it’s because you’re half-drunk and you’re mildly irritated by everything, but you feel so grateful to her soft voice.

but her words also make you pause, it’s your turn after god knows how many turns and you want to skip it, there’s no one in this room that you want to kiss.

“see, i told you, she’s a wimp” you glare up at yoongi as he stares you down, and with a grumble, you snatch the bottle from jennie’s hands and give it one rough spin. you silently pray that it lands on anyone but yoongi.

your heart almost pauses when it seems to slow down near yoongi, but then it tilts right at the last second, you feel lighter as you look up to see jisoo at the other end of the bottle, who has a cheeky smile on her face, you lean back with your won smile because you could just kiss her, it’s no big deal.

“so, kiss?” you raise your eyebrows at her and she narrows her eyes at you playfully, looking you up and down and you giggle at her fake horny expression.

“as much as i love kissing, i have a dare for you.” you eye her cautiously as she says this, why isn’t she just opting for the kiss?

“i’m not stripping down naked if that’s what you’re going to say” you deadpan, to lighten the tension in the room and everyone laughs, taking swigs of their drinks and someone yells party pooper.

 “why can’t we just kiss and get it over with?” you whined when she stayed silent and jisoo shook her head happily as everyone’s ears and eyes focused on what would leave jisoo’s mouth, she smirks a little at their enthusiasm and your slightly scared expression.

“the dare is” she pauses for dramatics and you throw the bottle cap at her making her jump and giggle.

“okay okay, the dare is, you have to get a tattoo in yoongi’s shop by yoongi, he gets to choose which one too.”

she did not.

“i’m sorry, did i hear you right?” you leaned forward with a cocked eyebrow because jisoo wouldn’t do this to you.

right?

“i’ll go easy with the needle on you, doll” yoongi chuckles from his spot.

“shut the fuck up, min yoongi” you snarl at him and fix your gaze on jisoo again as she shrugs with a delighted smile on her face.

“hey, i could just kick you out from my store, you know that right?” you ignore his words with a roll of your tongue against your cheek and run a hand through your hair, this is far from how you wanted your night to go.

“are you going to back off from a dare, y/n?” chaeyoung raises her eyebrows at you and it feels like thye’ve definitely planned this shit from the start but the mocking in her tone doesn’t allow you to say no.

“fucking hell, i’ll do it.” you give in because again, you are never one to back off from a challenge. even if you’re really scared of needles, you can do this.

“who said i’m doing it for you?” he questions with narrowed eyes and everyone in the room breaks into scattered giggles.

“i’ll give you a month y/n, convince him and get it done.” jisoo says, triumph clear in her face and tone as she calmly hands the bottle to its next victim.

again, this isn’t how you wanted your night to go.

-

convincing yoongi, as it turns out, was the hardest thing you have ever tried to do, and you take history in college.

not only is he insanely stubborn, but it also feels like he seriously gets off from pissing you off every single time, because the minute you start to get somewhere with convincing him, he would say something stupid, you would curse him out and you’re back to square one with your mission.

it’s been a week since the party and you’ve got no progress on him.

“okay, i can do this, it’s just stupid yoongi” you encourage yourself lightly by tapping your shoulders in butterfly position, because there’s nothing else that calms you down from the inevitability of having to talk to him.

you’re not sure why you are doing so much for a dare, but it feels like this is the chance to prove to your friends that the only feelings you have for yoongi is hatred, you cannot have them thinking you like him when even the thought of him annoys you to the core.

but you’re still here, with a bag of tempura shrimp and fried rice because apparently that’s his favorite food, and as the old saying goes, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

now, if you were reached his heart, you would probably rip it out but you’re doing what you can to get the dare over with. you ring the bell and stand back, but nothing prepares you for the sight in front of you.

a girl in just a t-shirt, most probably yoongi’s, who’s definitely not his girlfriend.

didn’t they say the girl at the party became his girlfriend afterwards?

well, at least the girl looks just as surprised as you do, and she even starts getting teary eyed and that’s when you realized what this looks like, you brought him food, pretty early in the morning, you’re dressed up well because you just like to look good, and she could be assuming that she just slept with a taken man.

“doll, is that you?” yoongi’s voice comes from behind her and you grit your teeth in annoyance at his presence.

wait, where the fuck is his shirt?

you immediately avert your gaze from his bare skin and look at the girl in front of you who’s trembling, why the fuck did he call you doll with her right beside him?

“look, i know what this looks like but i’m not his girlfriend, i honestly hate him the most out of everyone i know, so you two are still fine, and gosh just wipe those tears please, i hate making people cry” you mumble the last part as the girl sniffles and nod while wiping the tears off her cheek, yoongi coos behind her and gives her a small kiss to the top of her head which makes her grin again.

he has a girlfriend, what is he doing?

you try so hard to hide the deep scowl on your face as you watch the sickeningly sweet exchange in front of you and tap your feet impatiently as you wait for them to finish.

“come in” yoongi says simply and disappears down the hallway with the girl, and you step in sheepishly, you look around the apartment and it’s surprisingly cleaner than you thought it would be, not knowing what to do with both of them gone, you enter the kitchen and plop down on a stool.

“i’ll call you later okay” you hear yoongi whisper and you slam your head on the table in front of you because that is a very sad attempt at a whisper, his whisper is loud as fuck, and it travels all the way to you, and you’re not a liar, his voice sounds hot, it’s husky, low and if someone whispers to you like that, you know that you will melt into a puddle.

you also hear the loud smack of a kiss and it takes everything in you to keep your ass planted on the stool and not run away from here.

the girl appears near the doorway of the kitchen and gives you a bright and happy wave, you wave back at her because as much as her tears surprised you, she still seemed friendly.

“so, what’s in that bag?” yoongi walks into the kitchen, thankfully with a shirt on, and you place the bag on the counter, not saying anything and letting him look through by himself.

“tempura shrimp and fried rice, are you trying to get me to ask you out?” yoongi chuckled as he pulled out the boxes and you frown at his statement.

“don’t flatter yourself” you mumble and pick your phone up to scroll as he sits down to eat, you notice him place a plate in front of you and look up in confusion.

“go on, serve yourself, i’m not doing that for you.” he gestures to the boxes with a wave of his hand.

“this is for you, more precisely for the tattoo.”

“i know doll, just eat the food.” if you aren’t wrong, you can hear some disappointment in his voice and he doesn’t even look at you as he says that, so you just shrug and take a box to fill half your plate with the food and continue to glance at him weirdly from time to time.

this feels strangely domestic, there is nothing but silence as you two eat but for once, you don’t want to strangle him to death, he doesn’t say shit to piss you off either, and the silence is comfortable, you thought it would be awkward to be in his apartment but you don’t feel that way at all.

“i’m still not doing your tattoo” yoongi says and the door shuts in your face as you stand outside his apartment with mouth agape and slumped shoulders.

then why was he being all nice just 10 minutes ago?

you kick the door with your foot and huff out in frustration because you really cannot think of anything else that could convince him.

what are you going to do now?

what could you possibly do now?

wait a minute.

his girlfriend.

“jisoo, are you sure that the girl from the party is still his girlfriend?” you almost yell into the phone to try and make your voice heard even with the loud traffic beside you and jisoo winces from the sound.

“yes, i’m sure, she was bragging about it in class today” you can hear how annoyed jisoo sounds though the phone and bingo!

you know just how to get yoongi to do your tattoo.

-

you get drowned in your own assignments the following week and don’t bother to look for yoongi, and honestly, you forget about the dare until your dear friends remind you at lunch when you were just trying to peacefully eat your food.

and you don’t even see yoongi around the campus anymore, he doesn’t even show up to the one class you have in common, but his attendance is obviously taken care of because of his friends who work in student council, you’re not going to lie, you are jealous of that, you would kill to miss some classes and still have your attendance intact.

“hey seokjin, wait up!” you spot yoongi’s friend down the hallway and you don’t really care that you literally look like a homeless person with your hoodie and loose shorts, you didn’t run all the way across campus to care about how you look, you need to know where the fuck min yoongi is so you can blackmail him and just finish the dare.

“hello y/n” he faintly smiles while sipping his coffee, how does he still look good when he’s tired though? if it weren’t for the fact that he was taken, you would definitely try to get with him but your chance is over. you feel a little self-conscious with your less than appropriate outfit and his polished look, but that shouldn’t be your concern right now.

“where is yoongi? he hasn’t been coming to classes.”

“why do you want to know? don’t you hate him?” he narrows his eyes at you and you slump a little, how many people knew of the fact that you hate each other? it’s not like you can blame them, you both fight in full parties, word is bound to travel.

“i do, i just have something to ask him.”

“is it really important?” he fixes you with a more serious look and you almost feel nervous before clearing your throat and nodding fiercely.

“yes, it is.”

“he’s been hanging out at our friend’s music studio for a while now, you can find him there, i’ll text you the address” and with that, jin blends into the crowd of people around you while you stay frozen.

what does yoongi do in a music studio? you wonder silently with your head tilted as you walk to your next class.

maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought you did.

-

the music studio wasn’t too far away your campus, and you could walk there even with your heavy backpack, you huff once you reach the run-down building, staring at it with curiosity filled in your eyes.

you definitely didn’t know anything about yoongi and music, sure you knew that he was a phenomenal piano player and also that he was very shy about it, you’ve only ever seen him play once and it was only because he was pretty drunk then.

you look around to try and find the room that jin told you about, brushing past several strange looking men but they are the least of your worries, you have dealt with idiots all the time at the bar and in parties, you will beat someone up if they mess with you.

“doll, what the fuck are you doing here?” you hear his irritated voice and silently heave out in relief because you immediately feel safer than you did just a minute ago.

“i should be asking you that.” you look at him with raised eyebrows and watch as he runs a hand across his face exasperatedly, only to march over to you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you with him.

if it were any other man dragging you around like this, you would break their wrist but this was yoongi, you trust yoongi, and  as much as you hate him, you know yoongi would never hurt you.

he pushes the two of you into a room and closes the door behind him, you immediately snatch your wrist from his grip and rub at the spot he gripped too hard.

“okay, you didn’t have to do that.” you mumble while massaging your sore wrist.

“what are you doing here?” he doesn’t hesitate to jump right into it.

and you want to bring up his girlfriend but he looks pretty annoyed, you’re not sure if this is the time to push his buttons even more.

“i just, i was around but the real question is, what are you doing in a music studio?” you throw the question back to him and quickly scan the room you’re in right now, there’s a sound system, a keyboard, some speakers lying around and other equipment you know nothing about.

“i don’t have to tell you that” he deadpans and you retaliate a little, your posture faltering at his firm tone because while yoongi has always been rude to you, there’s a certain coldness to his voice right now that you just don’t recognize.

“you’re right, you don’t.” he really doesn’t. and now, everything you’ve done looks stupid to you, like taking food to his home and meeting some random girl, chasing seokjin on campus even when you don’t have any familiarity with him just to find about yoongi and even refusing to back down from a dare that you could just deny.

you don’t think you’re doing this for the dare anymore.

yoongi sighs when he sees your rigid posture and head hung low because damn it, he feels bad for being mean to you and he never feels bad about being mean to you, being mean to you just comes naturally to him but you just look so small right now, the air of pride and arrogance that you usually carry isn’t around you anymore and yoongi doesn’t know what to do.

“how did you find out?” he asks finally, taking a seat near the equipment and you don’t want to tattle on jin but you have no choice.

“just asked around.” you still tried to cover up jin’s name and yoongi raises his eyebrows at you like he doesn’t believe you.

“fine, seokjin told me” you squeeze out and you just hope that jin isn’t the type to hold grudges.

“you really went all the way to jin to ask about me?” jin is across campus from you, which explains why you don’t know him all that well but you did find out where jin is, just to ask him about yoongi.

but yoongi doesn’t need to know about that.

“don’t think too much about it, i had a class on that way.” you stubbornly lie through your teeth.

“no, you don’t” yoongi spins around in his chair to gather some notes in front of him.

“what?”

“you don’t have a class that way y/n, we both know that.” how the fuck does he know that?

“why didn’t you just ask me? or come to my apartment? you’ve already been there and i truly don’t understand why you went all the way to jin to ask about me.” yoongi’s words are softer, a lot less cold than before, and a lot more like the yoongi you know. which causes the return of your unfaltering confidence.

“i don’t know your number, and i didn’t want to intrude on you in your apartment again.” you answer honestly.

“but you think it’s okay to intrude on me in my studio?” the mocking in his tone doesn’t go past you and for a second, you don’t know what to say but if you’re talented in anything, it has to be the fact that you’re insanely good at changing subjects.

“speaking of the studio, what are you even doing in this studio? don’t you have a tattoo shop to take care of?” you huff and sit down on a nearby stool. you know that you’ve done a wonderful job at changing the topic because yoongi stills in his seat, not a sign of movement from him.

“or you know, just don’t tell me i guess” you add with a petty tone which has him sighing once again and turning in his seat.

“you’re really pushing the limit here, doll.” it sounds like he’s warning you but you have never been one to give a shit about his warnings.

besides, you always thought you knew yoongi, like really know him and as it turns out, you know nothing at all which has you craving to know everything.

“haven’t i always done that?” you flutter your eyelashes at him dramatically which draws a small smile on his face, it’s a rare smile, you’ve only ever seen him smile like that with his friends or when he’s flustered.

interesting.

“fine, i will tell you” you immediately jump in your place, leaning forward to listen with the utmost attention, eyes wide open and lips pursed because you can’t believe mysterious man of the campus (he gave that title to himself last year) is finally opening up to you.

“you can’t tell anyone else, you have to promise me that” the seriousness in his voice tells you he’s definitely not joking around anymore and you aren’t going to do that either, so you sit up straight and nod obediently.

“my tattoo shop, to put in one way, was a rushed decision doll, i don’t know why i thought it would be a good idea but i thought as long as it brought in money for me, i don’t have to worry about anything else but i was wrong. i was so wrong.” admitting his mistake to you, his enemy basically, takes a lot of courage and you can’t help but feel a little touched that he shared it with you. and that he’s willing to share more.

“the income was great, but it isn’t where my heart is at, you know? even the course in college right now, i don’t feel anything towards it but music, ah music makes me feel everything i’ve ever wanted to feel.” yoongi doesn’t know why he feels so comfortable telling you all this when all your previous conversations have been catty comments to each other but when he looks at you listening to him sincerely, he feels like he can tell you anything.

“you probably know that i play the piano?” you nod enthusiastically, finally it was something you knew about him.

“yeah i do, you’re good even when you’re drunk.” you beam at him and he laughs at the stupid grin on your face.

he feels like he’s the teacher here and you’re the teacher’s pet.

but he knows if he says that out loud, you will probably kick him in the leg. and yoongi hates bruises so he shoves that happy thought to the back of his head, he will laugh about it to himself later.

“i’ve been writing songs forever now doll, and i’m finally getting somewhere with it, i’m going to hand over the tattoo shop to my sister and jungkook who are more passionate about it than i will ever be.”

he looks regretful almost, like he started something he couldn’t finish but you see yoongi in a new light now, writing songs, producing music, it isn’t child’s play, you know that a lot goes into putting your emotions into words and you admire yoongi for how honest he was with you even if he didn’t have to be.

“and focus on music full-time?” you ask gently and he nods.

“that is the plan, yes.”

so, this could be why he shut the door on your face even after the tempura prawns and fried rice, he’s going to stop working at the shop soon.

“isn’t jungkook that guy who is friends with jimin?” you distinctly remember jungkook’s name from somewhere but you can’t remember where you’ve seen him.

“yeah, they work at namjoon’s bakery together.” yoongi provides you your answer easily and you snap your fingers, you saw jungkook when you went to get a muffin from namjoon, he told you he would give you a discount and you couldn’t say no to that.

“that’s where i saw him, i remember now.”

yoongi stays silent, drumming his fingers against his leg and thinking by himself, he looked insanely attractive even with that stressed look on his face, he’s even wearing torn jeans today for heavens’ sake and you feel a little hot, you pick at your collar to try and cool your warming body down.

you can’t let him know the effect he has on you.

“you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone, i won’t. your secret’s safe with me” you smile at him and he gives you a grateful look before rubbing his palms on his legs, he doesn’t know what to say anymore and he feels weird just leaving himself completely vulnerable to you but yoongi trusts you, he might hate you but he still trusts you to not be that cruel.

“so, what did you come here for?” he asks, leaning back on his chair and you freeze.

how are you going to tell him that you came all the way here just to blackmail him after he’s told you his passion-filled story?

“it’s nothing important, don’t even worry about it” you wave your hand dismissively with a nervous chuckle leaving your lips and like always, yoongi doesn’t believe you.

“it must have been pretty important if you ran to jin to ask him where i am” he points out and you hate that he’s right.

“it is not important at all.” you lamely respond and yoongi cocks his eyebrow before leaning over and grabbing your stool and pulling him towards you, so that you’re face-to-face with each other.

your heart literally stops beating when his eyes meet yours, his are filled with steely determination and you’re sure that your eyes have wimp written all over them, just what yoongi always called you and it doesn’t help that you can’t think with his breath fanning over your face in hot flashes.

“i-i told you, it’s not important” you whine lightly and yoongi has an easy grin on his face because of your stutter.

“just say it, doll.” the command in his tone is really something you can’t ignore, because not only does it make you shiver, but it also puts you on autopilot to do what he asks.

“i know that the girl that you were with, in your apartment the other day, isn’t your girlfriend” you breath out and your heart returns to its pace when yoongi lets your stool go with a frown.

“girlfriend?”

“your girlfriend is the one from the party so i’m saying that i know you’re cheating on her with that other girl.” you don’t know why you keep talking but you do, you wish you would shut up already because yoongi finally isn’t that much of a mystery anymore and blackmailing him will just put his walls up again, but you don’t shut up.

“what are you trying to do, y/n?” with the lack of his usual nickname, the sentence seems colder, just like the tone he used when you first walked in.

and that’s when you know that any and all progress you’ve made with him is gone in the dust, you think might as well just destroy it all while you’re at it.

“i will keep my mouth shut near your girlfriend if you just finish my tattoo” you have never felt more stupid in your life, because you’re doing all this while you’re fully conscious, at least when you’re drunk, you have an excuse.

“so, you would tell on me if i didn’t do that tattoo for you?” you feel even more like an idiot when he puts it that way but you remind yourself pathetically that you hate him, and you don’t care what he thinks of you, so you nod a simple yes.

“wow doll, you play a nice game, huh?” he chuckles darkly as he throws his head back and you know that while his words might be funny, his tone and expression are anything but.

you shouldn’t feel guilty about this but you do, there’s this sinking feeling in your chest that whatever you’re doing right now, is not worth it.

just when you open your mouth to take back the words you’ve said and apologize and reassure him that you see him with more respect now, that his story and secret will forever be safe with you, that you admire his passion, you don’t get the chance to when yoongi shuts you up with his.

“fine, i’ll do your stupid tattoo, now get out of my studio.” your heart sinks at his blunt words and he says them while not looking at you at all, you know that you deserve it though which is why you shamefully nod and turns towards the door, leaving him alone in his studio again.

-

the next few days are a blur, and you’re back at some stupid party.

you needed to forget.

but as much as you tried to push yoongi away from your thoughts, there’s this nagging feeling that claws at you, you don’t understand why you feel as guilty as you do, but it doesn’t go away, it increased each time he saw you in campus and turned his head away like you were nothing to him.

and you hate that you’re nothing to him, you were at least an enemy before but now, he disregards you so easily.

why do you want to be something to him?

you aren’t stupid enough to bring up the tattoo though, you just figured you would give him the chance to tell you or just not get it at all, you are not going to run your mouth again.

“oh, jin’s here, did you hear about his girlfriend? i heard she’s trouble” you hear someone mumble next to you, and you immediately look up to see yoongi with jin and some other friends you don’t recognize, he doesn’t see you though and you want to hide away, you don’t want to see him just yet.

you duck your head low, clutching your red solo cup in your hand and moving away from his line of sight, the only place you know that is safe from everyone in this party is the balcony upstairs so you inform your friends that you’re going to get some air and leave.

as soon as you open the door, you welcome the fresh air that greets you, the night is especially cold and windy but you love it, you just tug your leather jacket closer and lean your body on the railing as you think back on everything that’s been happening.

why did you open your mouth in the studio?

why did you go to the studio at all?

why are you so desperate to prove your friends wrong?

maybe your friends were right? that can’t be though, you don’t like yoongi that way. or at least, you don’t know if you do.

you bite your lip once you feel tears of frustration pooling in your eyes because you brought this on yourself and you don’t even understand why you are so mad about this like yoongi used to mean nothing to you or did you just think he meant nothing to you?

you really want to call off the dare because at this point, it’s gotten too far.

“it’s freezing here, come back in.” you stiffen at the sound of yoongi and don’t even turn around, you just wish he goes away because of how you’re ignoring him. you hear steps and you almost sigh in relief, thinking that he left but when the steps keep getting louder, you turn around confusedly only to see yoongi walking towards you. he reaches where you stand as you hold your breath and he just looks at you while you look away with flushed cheeks.

“this isn’t the time to be stubborn doll, just come in.” he lightly scolds you and you huff out in frustration.

“why don’t you go in?” you snap, finally looking at him and almost instantly shrink back down because you’re really in no position to give him an attitude. yoongi clenches his jaw, trying hard to mask his annoyance because he doesn’t understand why he can’t get his feet to just move and leave you alone like you clearly want him to.

“i told you i will do the damn tattoo, why are you still being a bitch?” his words are like a harsh slap to your face, does he really think you’re still going on about the tattoo?

“this isn’t about the fucking tattoo, yoongi!” you yell at him, throwing your hands in the air and running a hand though your hair, almost pulling too harshly at the roots.

“then what is it about?” he crosses his arms over his chest, taking more steps towards you and looks at you sternly, and you don’t know what to tell him.

“you won’t understand” you shake your head pathetically, now even more confused with the close proximity you two shared but yoongi doesn’t move, he stays right where he is, so close to you that you feel dizzy.

“you don’t know that” he fires back and up close, you can see his frown getting deeper. the tension in the air is high and both of you are breathing heavier than necessary and your eyes stay glued on each other, if you moved a little more, you would be fully leaning on him and even from your position, you can feel his body heat.

“i used to think you meant nothing to me and all you’ll ever be is someone who will drive my nail to the wall, but turns out, i was fucking wrong about that, i was wrong and i can’t stand being nothing to you and you definitely don’t mean nothing to me anymore, and i don’t even know why i’m telling you all of this when you obviously don’t give a shit.” you hold your gaze as you try to put your emotions into words, it’s a mess but you feel lighter, things are ruined anyway and all you want to do right now is pull him close to you and just hold him all night even as you’re yelling at him, as fucked up as that sounds.

“do you really want to know what’s going on?” your voice is reduced to a mumble as your eyes shift from his eyes and move towards his lips, his gaze travels with yours and his eyes land on your lips too, and before he could let another breath out, you pull his collar to you and tilt your head to meet his lips.

yoongi responds immediately, his hands snaking around your waist to squeeze your hips and pulling you closer till your chest met his, as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, tugging lightly, just enough to make him groan lowly, and the sound sends a shiver down your body.

neither of you pull apart for air, just letting yourself getting lost in him, in the taste of him that you’ve been unknowingly chasing for so long, and every touch he leaves on your body feels like a trail of fire that burns bright.

kissing yoongi was probably the best thing you’ll ever experience in your life.

and you’re scared to pull away because you know that nothing will ever be the same again, you just want to stay in this moment for as long as you can, forever if you can, avoid reality for as long as you can.

but of course, not all of your wishes come true.

you eventually push lightly at his chest to gasp for air, fingers curling around his shirt, you don’t want to let go and he leans his forehead on yours, breathing heavily as well, his eyes are tender as they watch you catch your breath, his hands leave your hips and gingerly reach out to tuck your hair back into place, all while his eyes never leaves yours and everything feels so intimate and delicate, like it’s just you and him in this night, every sound, anyone else are all white noise.

“yoongi” you mutter as you slip your fingers away from his hair and he shakes his head, taking your hand in his and holding it to the side of his face.

“please don’t say anything” there is pleading in his tone, a wish that you owe him for all the times you’ve fucked up so you do as he says, you let him caress your hands as his forehead never leaves yours, but he isn’t looking at you anymore, you don’t complain though because this way, you can look at him all you want and he will never know.

but after a while of just letting the wind embrace you two, you decide that you can’t live in this feeling forever, especially when everything feels so confusing and neither of you have a clue about what is going on, the only thing you know is that you’re in each other’s arms and that’s it, that’s all you know.

and that’s not enough.

“yoongi, your girlfriend” you whisper painfully, your heart is caught in your throat when his fingers pause on your skin, slowly retracting back to himself and he leans away from you, hands still loosely gripping your fingers, you already miss his warmth enveloping you. but you can’t be selfish, it’s no longer only both of your hearts that are involved.

“we can’t do this.” you pull yourself away from him and wipe the corners of your eyes that almost leak your tears, yoongi doesn’t say anything, but his silence is his surrender to the situation, you take his silence to be his agreement with you, that this isn’t okay.

taking his silence and compliance as your answer, you leave before your heart breaks even more than it already has.

-

you walk around like a breathing shell around the campus, regretting nothing and everything at the same time.

you don’t regret kissing yoongi, you don’t think you ever will but you regret how it happened, you regret the situation you put the two of you in.

but he kissed you back, that’s what confuses you the most, you fully expected him to tear away from you and curse at you while wiping his lips but he didn’t, he kissed you back, like actually pulled you closer till you couldn’t feel anything but him.

you want to ask him why he did that, but you can’t. you can’t look at him without feeling complete humiliation because you might have just been another girl for yoongi, another girl for him to cheat on his girlfriend with and you feel…worthless.

and you also broke girl code, something you firmly believed in, or at least used to believe in, you want to talk to his girlfriend and tell her so that she won’t be constantly lied to but you also don’t want to get involved with yoongi again.

you push your books away with a groan and throw your pen on the desk you’re sat on; you can’t concentrate for shit and you really just want to disappear for a few days. when your phone dings, you almost throw it out the window because you told your friends that you needed space after they saw you looking dull at the party and you aren’t in the mood to party and forget even if that sounds lovely.

you grab your phone with a frown and squint at it when the bright light blinds you for a second, you curse yourself and reduce the brightness to see a message from an unknown number.

from: xxxxxxx

tomorrow, 9 in the morning, get the tattoo done or forget about it.

you just stare at the screen for a few minutes, it’s definitely him, even through the text messages, you know that it’s him, and he’s offering to do the tattoo? even after everything?

it isn’t right to go for it but you’ve got a dare to finish, right?

-

genius lab ended up being so far away from your apartment, that by the time you got to the front of it, you were heaving like a pregnant women, and you heavily grasp the handle of the shop, pulling it open with all the strength you have left. you stumble in to see a pretty empty shop, it is a working day so that isn’t a surprise, you wipe the sweat off your forehead as you look around for yoongi.

what are you even going to say?

‘hello, the kiss was great and i still feel weak from it but let’s forget that happened because that basically was just you cheating on your girlfriend?’

that doesn’t sound right.

“y/n, right?” you look up to see a younger, handsome man at the counter.

“jungkook?” he smiles and nods his head, extending his hand towards you, you shake it with a smile of your own and you really shouldn’t be smiling, considering your situation but jungkook has a very infectious aura, very bright and filled with joy.

you like him already.

“yoongi hyung is in the back room, he told me to tell you to go there” he gestures towards the other end of the room and you want to turn and run away from here, because as far as you can tell, the back rooms are private places meaning it’s just going to be you and yoongi.

your original plan was to look at other customers as you get yours done but how can you look at anything in a room if yoongi was going to be the only person in there?

“is that so? then i’ll get going in there, good luck here jungkook” you give him a nervous smile and he beams at you with a nod, eyes shining and you coo at how adorable he looks before you take a deep breath to calm yourself and slowly walk towards the room.

you’re only here for the tattoo and nothing else, you won’t talk with yoongi at all or even look at him, just let him do the tattoo and leave.

there you go, perfect plan.

you push against the door with your hip, peeking in to see yoongi with his back to you and you take a quick step back, clutching your hand on your racing heart, you haven’t even seen him fully but you’re not sure if you can stop yourself from lunging at him.

“are you just going to stand there, doll?” just as you’re about to tip-toe your way out of the tattoo shop and hopefully move to a remote island where you don’t have to worry about anyone, yoongi calls you out, with his back still to you.

how did he even know that you were there?

you clear your throat a little and step into the room, the walls are white and there’s a few boards filled with drawings here and there, and then there is yoongi who apparently has decided to wreck you by wearing torn jeans and a black hoodie.

the outfit isn’t special by any means but you already feel weak in the knees.

you decide to walk over to him with your knees still wobbly and your breath shakier than it was and look over his shoulder to see him working on a tattoo design, probably yours, you lean over to see it properly and gasp at the delicate baby’s breath drawing, your favorite flower.

“i didn’t draw it, my sister did” he mumbles as continues tracing it carefully.

“your sister is talented” you say honestly and he hums in agreement.

okay, so you two are going to act like yesterday didn’t happen, you can definitely go along with that.

“stop loitering doll, just sit down on the chair” he can’t focus when you’re walking around him with big, curious eyes and a small smile dancing on your lips, and he feels bad when you sigh in disappointment and silently walk to the big chair in the middle of the room.

but he can’t do anything about it, he expected you to be your usual self and fire back at him but you didn’t and he doesn’t have a good feeling about that.

he heads over to the chair with the tattoo design ready in his hands, he instructs you to lay down and makes sure you’re fully comfortable and his side keeps pressing against your body as he leans over to prepare things for the tattoo and it takes everything in you to not kiss him again. so, you keep yourself busy, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“you’re going to have to look at me if we’re doing this, y/n” he says and you lift your gaze to see him looking at you with a face you can’t read or decipher but you hold his stare as he circles around you to flicker some lights on you.

“where do you want the tattoo?” he asks, pushing his sleeves up, to reveal scatters of small tattoos all over his arms and you gulp at the visible veins on his hands.

“i get to choose?” you raise your eyebrows and he shrugs.

“well, it’s your body doll, i think it was cruel enough to make you do this, so yes, you do.”

you do know where you want to get it, you always thought that if ever, one day, you decide to be brave and get a tattoo, there’s one spot you’ve wanted it to be but you’re not sure if yoongi will be okay with it.

do you really want to push your luck here?

“are you sure you’re comfortable with anywhere?” you decided to ask him and he frowns at you like there’s an obvious answer.

“yes, that’s my job.”

“right” you purse your lips and nod as he looks at you expectantly.

“i want it on the side on my waist” you whisper and yoongi drops his head with a chuckle.

“doll, do you want to kill me?” and your face heats up at his tone and at the way he looks up with a smirk, nodding while putting on his gloves.

“then you will have it on the side of your waist, you have to push your shirt up by a lot, like right under your bra and hold it there, understood?” you do a double take at his straightforward tone, like talking about your bra is totally normal but you just bob your head hastily and agree to whatever he’s saying, trying to not make a big deal out of it but you’re sure that your red face is a dead giveaway.

“okay, lay on your side” he places his hand on your shoulder and gently pushes you back on the reclined seat, and you huff deeply because it’s only now dawning on you that you’re getting a tattoo done by yoongi, it’s going to be on your waist and you feel stupid for not just going for your arm. you stiffen under him and watch with wide eyes as he places the needles on the table, those look painful and you’re genuinely terrified now.

“scared of needles?” you nod numbly to his question, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to get rid of the image of those needles.

“it’s whatever, it’s fine” you breath out but your body definitely gives you away, your hands are shaking and you’re sure that you feel dizzy.

“doll, take it easy, it’s going to be over in no time and just remember to breath properly during it” when he gets no response from you, and your eyes are still closed, he realizes how scared you are.

“you want me to distract you?”

“please.” you mumble and he wordlessly lifts your shirt for you because you don’t look like you’re going to move but he keeps his eyes on your face while he does that, carefully tucking your shirt under your arm to keep it from moving away and if you weren’t as scared as were right now, you would have noticed the goosebumps that rise everywhere his touch reaches.

he gently holds your shirt in place and places the drawing on your skin, putting it flat and rubbing it slowly so that it would transfer well, and you feel weirdly hot, he’s just doing his job but you really want to just grab him and take him right there.

“okay, i will draw over this and then we will get to the actual tattoo” you actually shiver a little when you feel one of his hands tracing the design and the other slightly pulling on your skin so that it stays taut and you don’t know why the fuck you agreed to this because you’re clearly suffering here.

“what do you think of weird food combinations?” he suddenly asks once he’s done with the tracing.

“some are alright, i guess” you answer and then you hear the sound of the drilling needle causing you to let out a low whine and bury your face into the seat you’re lying on.

you should have stayed home, even the sound is freaking you out.

“which ones, according to you, are acceptable?”

“i don’t think mint chocolate is as bad as people make it out to be.” he scoffs at your response, making you frown.

“what is your problem?” you snap at him and yoongi smiles because you’re finally talking to him like you always do, he would recognize that tone of yours anywhere.

“mint chocolate is horrible, doll, i thought you had taste.” he clicks his tongue at you and you immediately go on a rant about how mint chocolate is too hated of a flavor and that at the end of the day, it’s just food and everyone has different tastes.

somewhere in the middle of your rant, yoongi looks at you fondly, you’re always so passionate about everything, even the simplest things, you make it sound and feel like how music affects him, and just as you’re almost done with your rant, he presses the needle on your skin making you yelp and you would’ve jumped and ended up scarring your skin if it weren’t for his hands holding you down.

this hurts this hurts this hurts.

it’s all you can think of as he slowly moves the needle around, looking at you every once in a while to check if you’re okay.

“i never got to tell you this but i think you following your passion with music is really cool and i really respect you for that, i hope you know that i will always support you on it.” you breath out quickly and if you weren’t here, yoongi would’ve cried because he appreciates your words so much, he pats your head in thanks, mumbling how grateful he is and it’s delicate, just like your first kiss.

it doesn’t last long though.

“you know, a food combination i like is french fries and vanilla ice cream.” your mouth drops open at his words, that sounds nasty as hell.

“why are you looking at me like that?” he laughs at your scrunched up face.

“what the fuck do you mean by french fries and vanilla ice cream?” you practically growled at him while looking at him with pointed eyes, can this tattoo be done anytime soon?

“don’t say shit when you haven’t tried it.” he smirks at your annoyed expression and you just glare at him.

“i don’t have to try that monstrosity to know that it tastes like trash.” you snap at him with raised eyebrows and just when he is about to reiterate with another comment, you unconsciously move, you hear him tut and hold you back down with a strong grip.

“sit still doll, or i might just drive this needle into your nerves and leave you paralyzed for life.” you know his warning doesn’t mean shit but you stay silent and stop moving anyways.

wait, you haven’t felt pain for the past five minutes, and you realize it’s because yoongi distracted you, he could’ve just done his job and leave you to suffer alone but he didn’t, and your heart swells a little.

that was sweet of him.

“how did you know that i like baby’s breath?” yoongi pauses with the needle but then continues like nothing happened at all.

“asked around” he casually replies and you roll your eyes, of course he would say that.

“yoongi, we need to talk about what happened in the party” you nervously but finally address the elephant in the room, biting your lip once the pain increases again.

“when i have a needle in my hand, really?” he looks up with an exasperated expression and you nod.

“with a needle in your hand, yes.”

“doll, all i’ve got to say is, i don’t know why you think i have a girlfriend” he laughs a little as he continues moving the needle against your skin.

wait what?

“what?”

“wait a second, your tattoo is almost over” you let him finish up while you are lost in your own thoughts, you are once again confused about everything and you don’t even feel the pain anymore, he places a patch over the tattoo after you get a look of it and you have to admit, he might not have passion in this but he’s surely talented.

he helps you sit up slowly, holding both of your hands firmly and pulling you forward till your legs almost wrapped themselves against his waist, he doesn’t let go of your hands though.

“i don’t have a girlfriend, and the only reason i let you go that night was because you didn’t look like yourself, i didn’t want to take advantage of you when you were that emotionally vulnerable, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you that dull.” he speaks sincerely and you know that he’s honest but you’ve still got so many questions.

“so, what about the girl from the previous party? the one where we played spin the bottle?”

“she wasn’t my girlfriend, i didn’t even sleep with her that night.” he shook his head as he said it and you narrow your eyes at him.

“well, she doesn’t know that because she’s bragging to everyone that you’re her boyfriend” you poke a finger at his chest accusingly and he chuckles.

“let her, i know who’s i want to be and it’s not her” your cheeks flush when he looks at you pointedly as he says that, you clear your throat and sit up straighter, taking this new information gracefully and doing a little happy dance in your heart, you wrap your arms around his neck and plays with the ends of his hair as he can’t help but grin at you.

“what about at the studio? you got so mad” you mumble sadly because you still remember how heartbroken you were that day and yoongi sighs, patting your cheek and rubbing his thumbs in circles on them.

“well, girlfriend or not, i didn’t like that you blackmailed me, doll. i had just opened up to you and you hit me with that so yeah, i was mad but i’m not anymore, okay? i know how stupid you can be sometimes” he adds the last part teasingly and you immediately gasp, pulling away from him and hitting his chest though a huge smile blooms on your face. yoongi laughs happily as you continue to try to hit him as he dodges.

eventually he gets tired of moving away from you, so he grabs your hands in his and pulls you closer till your lips meet his, your wrists stay captured in his hands as you kiss him back with every bit of your nerves ignited with a fresh need, you pull away from him with a small giggle while he wears a dopey grin.

“i hate you so much” you mumble against his lips with a huge grin, but like any other time, you don’t have a scowl on your face nor do you mean those words at all, he hums in agreement, pecking you one more time and cupping your face in his hands.

“trust me doll, i hate you so much more” he coos at you and you laugh at him because you know he doesn’t mean it either, you know that the word hate is just a replacement for love when it comes to the two of you, the way his eyes sparkle at you with a newfound joy tells you enough, and your laugh only gleefully extends once he starts peppering kisses all over your face as you try to swat him away.

so yes, you hate yoongi a lot, you hate min yoongi the most.

to: jisoo

the dare’s done, you can get off my ass about it! and guess who has a boyfriend now? 😉

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i do not write hardcore smut, only suggestive tones.

i do not write about violence or topics that could be too triggering, i can write about sensitive topics with appropriate warnings.

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we keep this love - j.jk

genre: fluff, angst (5k, lots of pining and f2l)

summary: jungkook loves you too much to tell you. jungkook loves you too much to not tell you. he hopes the photographs he takes everytime he tries to confess, will give him courage, he hopes they hold enough of his love to give him the push he needs.

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jungkook swears that today is it, today is finally the day he will tell you how he feels. he’s going to let his sweet best friend in the whole world know that his heart has always belonged to them…

but his feet haven’t laid still since he’s made this decision, his hands keep fiddling with the camera that he holds, and he feels this inane urge to just tell you, to finally end his suffering. nevertheless, jungkook can’t help but feel that this would end any kind of relationship with you.

“i think i should tilt my head to the right.” your voice hangs over his shoulder and jungkook glances at the photos he’s taken of you so far, a smile threatens to go wild on his face.

something that would definitely catch your attention.

so instead, jungkook coughs and clears his throat.

when you had asked jungkook to take your profile photos for a resume, he had agreed so eagerly that it made you laugh in endearment, but you never really knew why he had been so quick.

and well, if it was jungkook’s way, he wouldn’t take a photo of anything else so his agreement came swifter than the wind.

“i think you look just fine.” he replies with his heartbeat in his ears. he thinks you look perfect; he’s always thought you looked like the person that people dream of.

you just tutted at him, “you have to give me constructive criticism if you want my photos to turn out well, jungkook.”

there is nothing to fix, you always look the most beautiful and i am seconds away from falling to my knees for you.

jungkook just stares at his camera with pursed lips, he couldn’t say that to you, you would run away, you would never talk to him, you would never look at him again. jungkook would rather dig his own grave than let any of that happen.

he flips through the photos again, trying to look for anything to tell you to fix, but jungkook doesn’t see a single flaw, his heart actually sings to him with each photo that his eyes catch.

“jungkook.” you call out to him as you step in front of the light but he’s lost in his world, he’s lost in worlds where you love him and a world where you may no longer love him.

would his heart ever heal from worlds as cruel as those?

“jungkook!” you call out again, your eyebrows furrowing as you look at his hung head.

jungkook felt that having him choose between these two worlds was too harsh of the universe.

one was a world that was familiar, a world where you would always come to him when you need a friend and a world where you hold him tight as friends do, but his heart would remain heavy with words stuck in his throat. the other was a world where his heart would soar with relief, but you would no longer be around him.

“jungkook, are you here?” your fingers snap in front of his eyes and your voice is no longer a distant thought.

you are standing right in front of him with arms crossed across your chest, your sweet scent wafts around him, your eyes are concerned but radiant as always, and everything about your very existence breaks jungkook with how full he feels, from how your very existence seems to fill his purpose.

he panics and his throat runs dry as the words he wants to say dangle from the tip of his tongue but he can’t let them out, they have no place in this world tonight.

“smile!” jungkook exclaims uncharacteristically loudly as he raises his camera and your eyes snap open at his voice, looking at the camera involuntarily.

he clicks a picture.

jungkook lowers the camera with a deep breath.

that was close, that was too close.

he’s only brought to reality when you slap his arm, “why would you even do that?” you grin up at him, finding great amusement in his actions as you always do, and jungkook, not knowing what else to do, shrugs his shoulders and lets out a tight laugh.

“okay okay, we have to get these today so, please focus jungkook.” you brush past his arm, your hands tracing his biceps and your touch makes him fall within himself, he’s lucky that you get back under the lights.

he is trying.

god knows he is trying to focus but someone was just being too distracting.

nevertheless, jungkook sighs and lifts his camera.

another day, when he isn’t feeling as cowardly, he will tell you.

he will tell you about every piece of his heart that aches for you.

-

jungkook’s always been the quiet kind when it came to love.

he was never one for the dramatics, for loud professions with tears, for love that movies can be made about, his love for people was always as gentle but ever-present as rain beating the windows.

consistent, louder when need be, silent when need be but always there, always making its presence known.

he stared out at his apartment as the city hid itself under gusts of clouds and a deep sense of yearning brewed in his chest, what he wouldn’t give to have you in his arms right now, what he wouldn’t give to brush your hair as you fall asleep.

“here they are!” your bright voice breaks through, two mugs of hot chocolate were held with a clumsy grip in both your hands. jungkook darts up, hurrying to take the mug from you before you, knowing your nature, spill it all over his carpet.

you sheepishly hand it over to him, “that was one time, jungkook.”

“and it took me a week to clean it up” he teasingly reminded you as he settled down on the couch, the movie you both decided to watch was a sad one. jungkook insisted on a happier movie, knowing how easily you cried but you stood firm on your decision.

two hours later, the credits rolled in and jungkook was wiping the tears that collected around your jaw as you wiped away at your eyes. he held back his laughter as another light sob came from you because he had told you this would happen, but as always, you were too stubborn to listen to him.

but jungkook is alright with that, he is alright with everything when it’s about you.

“next time, we’ll watch boss baby, okay?” jungkook suggests softly, his hands ever so lightly brushing your skin and you nodded without a word.

jungkook had never thought of how much he loved comforting you, he wishes he could destroy any pain that could come upon you but he wishes more that you will never forget that he will be with you through every pain.

as you calm down and start gossiping about your co-workers with a glass of wine at your feet, jungkook is overcome again with the need to tell you that a simple night like this with you, is what he wants for the rest of his life.

he wonders if he could type it and show it to you.

yeah, that would work.

that way, he wouldn’t have to worry about stuttering in the middle, or forgetting words that he absolutely has to say, he doesn’t have to gather the courage to let his voice be completely bare for you.

he starts typing as you scroll through your phone with your still-puffy eyes. he knows that usually if you’ve cried this much, you weren’t too far away from tucking in for the night so if anything goes too badly, hopefully, you will just sleep it off and jungkook will have to deal with reality tomorrow.

jungkook types, erases, types, erases, types, erases, and soon, gets frustrated at himself for ever thinking this was a good idea.

why was it so hard to put his feelings into words? why was saying anything else so easy, but saying this, something so important to him, so hard?

maybe he should just go simple, and say just enough words to get his point across but that feels too impersonal.

for all that he’s ever wanted to say to you, he can’t go the simple way, he can’t say just enough, it’s everything or nothing.

then he starts typing again, the world dissolves around him as he focuses solely on words that sound right to him, words that he wants you to hear.

jungkook checks what he reads, one time, two times, three times before his own words start sounding embarrassing to him. he sighs heavily, turning to see you snoring with your head knocked back on the sofa.

he hides his chuckle behind his palm as his eyes soften around their edges to watch you.

you look cute.

you look very cute.

you always have, jungkook reminds himself that there was never a day when he didn’t think you looked cute.

he reaches for his phone, maybe he could tell you while you’re asleep, that way, it would be out in the world and not in his heart anymore, that way, he would never have to deal with the consequences.

jungkook clears his throat, his hands growing clammy under his phone as he turns towards you and prepares himself, his heart blooms with the relief that it will soon feel, “i have never-“

felt my heart so light and heavy.

felt my eyes so desperate to see something.

felt my body dance so much on the inside.

felt that i could burst from the love i feel.

maybe jungkook was more dramatic than he let on.

he feels the rush of confessing in his head, his chest, his feet, the tips of his fingers, all of it fills with the same numbing sensation, only in the best way possible. jungkook’s going to say everything today.

then.

as if nothing could ever align with him.

you stir in your sleep and jungkook’s jaw locks close.

he is too frozen to move his body or phone when you slowly open your eyes to take in your surroundings.

“what are you doing?” a yawn follows as you stare at the way his body is angled toward you. jungkook’s mouth opens and closes instantly.

you sit up with a groan and roll your neck around to relieve the tension gathered there as you wait for him to answer.

“nothing, i was just going to-“ jungkook did say he was going to tell you today, right?

but the way you look at him, with sleepy eyes and lax body, the way you trust him enough to be around him at your most vulnerable hits at jungkook’s heart.

“yeah?”

just telling you something that could’ve changed everything.

“just taking a photo of you when you were sleeping, you looked ridiculous” he forces himself to joke and the glare you throw him has him sweating under his thin t-shirt.

please buy my act, please don’t question anything.

“everyone looks ridiculous when they sleep, jungkook.” you argue with him, as expected of you and jungkook’s shoulders relax.

“not me, i look like a true angel.” he feigns a dreamy look on his face that has you fighting back laughter, and pushing on his arm.

you looked beautiful.

jungkook raises his phone and takes a photo of you.

“hey, not cool, man, there’s still drool on my face” you reach for the phone in his hand to delete the photo but jungkook jumps up and runs away with the phone clutched in his hands.

you scream and run after him, soon, you’re both chasing each other around the entire apartment with you getting close many times, but if jungkook couldn’t get his confession, jungkook would keep this photo.

“okay okay, i give up but if you show it to anyone, i will kill you.”

a happy death for jungkook, really.

you lay down on the wooden floor, heaving to let your lungs catch up on all the running you did, and jungkook lays down beside you, he doesn’t feel any of the exertion you do.

perks of being fit and whatnot.

“i’m going to show it to everyone.” he hums as he looks at the photo and pulls it away just when you lunge for it again. he snickers when you fall down, defeated.

“i’ll kill you.”

“sure, you will.”

you smile while shaking your head at him, “you are impossible.”

jungkook wants to argue, you are the impossible one, you are making things so hard for him right now, you have tilted his world on its axis overnight randomly and have the audacity to still be his friend while he’s dying with his love for you.

but jungkook doesn’t actually mind all that.

he does mind that he might never tell you how he feels.

but if your smile was anything to go by, he will save this until he can’t bear it anymore, until his chest completely burns away, jungkook will save what you have.

he just hopes he has enough time to keep the flames away.

-

jungkook must have some hidden interest in torturing himself because why would he agree to come shopping with you, for a date with someone else?

“this might be the one” you sing as you step out of the dressing room. jungkook grunts in his seat, he had been feeling extremely uneasy in the stomach since you mentioned your date with a co-worker.

how great could the guy even be?

would he ever know everything about you like jungkook did?

would he try to count stars in your eyes like jungkook did?

would he love you as much as jungkook did?

but jungkook knew he couldn’t say anything, he was the coward who always took two steps forward and ten steps backward whenever he wanted to tell you he loved you more than anyone else. he’s tried so many more times now and he sees no other way to tell you.

“what do you think?” your voice continued in the sweet tone that he wants to always hear. “it’s good.” jungkook mumbled, not looking away from his phone.

“you’re not even looking” you glare at him and he continues to scroll. you huff loudly, hands coming up to rest on your hips, jungkook was acting weird. he was never indifferent when you took him shopping, in fact, he always had a compliment for every look you picked out.

it felt strange to you that he wasn’t even looking at you today.

you hated that he wasn’t looking at you, that his attention wasn’t intently fixed on you.

“jungkook, look up right now or i’m ditching you for the rest of today” your warning seems to stir something in the moody man as he sighs, putting his phone away and looking up at you.

a smile beams on your face as his attention shifts back to you.

jungkook’s mouth runs dry.

“how does it look?” you do a little twirl in your dress and wait for his response with eager eyes. jungkook feels like he’s floating and being punched in the gut, all at once.

jungkook’s entire face flushed when he saw the dress.

you looked gorgeous.

there’s zero doubt about that in his head.

but did you have to wear it to a date with someone that was not him?

“it’s..” jungkook starts, but finds it hard to finish his sentence.

should he say it’s ugly, to make sure that you never wear it to that date?

should he say it’s perfect, because it isn’t your fault or your date’s fault that he’s dishonest?

“you should get it.” he regretfully admits, he would beat himself up forever if you didn’t get the dress because he’s some selfish asshole.

“really?” you grin widely, your hands gliding down the fabric of your dress and jungkook wishes he could smile too, he wishes he was the one you got the dress for, he wishes that he was just a little braver.

“yeah, i’m just gonna go to the washroom for a second” he gets up from his seat and you nod at him, turning back to admire yourself in the mirror.

he doesn’t want to leave you before he fully dictates you, in that dress, into his memory.

jungkook stares at you from where he’s stood.

a mixture of dread and longing fill him.

what if he never gets to tell you?

someday, he’ll be helping you get ready for a wedding with someone else.

he knows he’s getting ahead of himself, but jungkook feels pathetic.

he knows everything about you.

he counts the stars in your eyes.

he loves you.

he loves you so much that he would rather suffer like this than ever let you know that his heart bleeds for you.

but all of that is useless.

none of that knowledge, none of the counting, none of the affection, gave him you.

and he’s the sole one to blame.

he was right in the middle of losing something forever.

you catch jungkook’s eye in the mirror. he was unmoving, his eyes didn’t blink as a hollowness filled them and concern grows quickly in you.

“jungkook, everything okay bud?” you say softly, turning sideways to look at him with hands reaching to him, and jungkook instinctively steps back.

he can’t have you near him. he doesn’t deserve your comfort.

he’s your friend and he’s lying to you.

a flash of hurt crosses your eyes as you fold your hands back to your body.

jungkook can already feel it all slipping away from him.

all the control he’s had, all the patience he’s had, dissolves around him.

“i-i was just wondering if you wanted me to take a picture to show you what it looks like” he’s lying to you again but the defeat he feels is greater than the guilt.

your head tilts at him in confusion.

something was wrong.

jungkook wasn’t telling you something.

but jungkook always told you everything, didn’t he? what could possibly trouble him so much that he had to keep it from you?

“okay, you can take a picture” you reason to yourself that jungkook wouldn’t hide anything intentionally, he will come around and tell you eventually.

maybe he needed space.

you stand awkwardly in your place with arms spreading the skirt of the dress as jungkook pulls out his phone and takes the picture with a gulp.

you watch as he stares at his screen for a few minutes before exiting the store without another word.

he never showed you what it looked like.

you had a feeling he wasn’t coming back.

and you were right.

-

jungkook stared at the prints of photos laid in front of him.

this was his last chance.

he was burning away and he was running out of time.

after this, he wouldn’t try again, he will force himself to see you as the friend you are.

when he left the store, he was hit with images of you on a date, looking pretty for someone else, smiling at someone else’s jokes, and listening to someone else’s stories and it made him nauseous.

what jungkook would tell you today, would be totally unfair to you. but he couldn’t go on another day with the weight that his heart buried him under.

jungkook’s foot wouldn’t stop tapping against the floor as he watched the clock with hopeful eyes, he’s never felt so nervous before, he doesn’t think he’s ever dreaded anything this much.

the door clicks.

jungkook’s chest squeezed continuously as he got up from where he was sitting, he was going to power through, he had to.

“jungkook?” you call out after you notice his sneakers near your doorway and you hear his hum in reply. you walk into your living room and see him standing with hands fumbling next to your coffee table. you give him a small smile and his face melts with the tiniest bit of relief.

it’s okay, as long as you still smile at him, be it the smallest or biggest smile, as long as you smile at him after everything, he will be okay.

“i was going to call you” you admit and his eyebrows arch up in question, “you looked a bit down today, just wanted to check up on my best friend” you try to sound cheery as you squeeze his upper arm and walk by him to sit on the couch.

god bless your heart.

why did you have to remind him every single day of the reasons he’s so madly fallen for you?

“what is all this?” you notice the photos of yourself sprawled out on the table, from the many times you have been around jungkook over the past few months.

all of them were random, none of them had any coherence whatsoever except for your face being central in all of them.

you picked apart the photographs, trying to remember when exactly they were taken. your heart quickens when you realize it’s all the times that you thought jungkook looked like he was going to say something, only to swallow the words later.

“jungkook? what are all these photos?” jungkook couldn’t deny it anymore, he no longer had any excuses, the evidence of his love was dangling between your fingers.

his heart sank as he knew this was going to be the time that he’s both longed for and agitated over.

“i wanted to ask you something” he says, unsurely, slowly with jitters crawling on his nerves. you hold your breath as you nod for him to continue, looking up from the photos to give him a soft smile to encourage him, even if you were as confused as ever.

jungkook’s world gets heavier around him, air suddenly becomes too thick for his words to get to you, at least the words that have etched onto his body but never left him.

“don’t go on another date with someone else” jungkook’s eyes glisten as he forces his eyes to look at you. he needed to see what you felt, what you thought, and if you were going to hate him forever or not.

he was laying his heart for you to gather or stomp on tonight and he had nowhere to run to save himself.

“please.” he chokes out as his heart pivots in his chest and jungkook’s legs start to weaken beneath him.

why did it feel like his life would change in every possible way after this?

your eyes widen as you, for the first time, see the yearning that was drowning in jungkook, see the desperation that wrapped his body in a tight rope.

“those photos, they are from all from days that i was moments away from telling you” jungkook’s eyes fall away from you, he wasn’t brave enough to see your face for the rest of what he was going to say.

“telling me what?” you sound so understanding, so encouraging, so soft, so much of everything he wants to keep forever.

“i love you.” the world sheds some of its weight, he doesn’t look at you still, if he does, his world will never be light again. but jungkook also feels this strange giddy joy forcing his cheeks to rise is relief.

now that he’s said it, he never wants to stop.

“and i’ve been too much of a coward to tell you this. i love you, i wish i knew when exactly it happened but i don’t remember and the only explanation i have is that maybe i have always loved you and it just came in clarity to me now.” your entire form dissolves into the couch as you watch your best friend of years struggle to put his love into words.

his love for you.

you feel your heartbeat in your ear but something brims in you, something that fills you with a warmth that you didn’t know you craved.

something that makes you feel like jungkook isn’t alone in this paradox of emotions he’s feeling.

“whether you choose someone else or not, it is up to you, i will never come in the way of that but i can’t breathe for another second with my heart feeling like it will crawl out of my body just to reach you, i can’t go another day wishing that you were mine, i can’t go on like this. i love you and i am afraid that if i don’t tell you now, i never will. it’s killing me knowing that you’re right next to me and knowing i can’t give you all of me.” jungkook rambles, he closes his eyes and rambles, he hopes he’s making sense, he hopes you don’t hate him, he hopes that you will have him. jungkook feels light as a cloud as his heart finally flies free.

he looks at the photos, he remembers how tightly his heart took over him every single time he wanted to relieve himself from the weight of his love and jungkook knows he wouldn't last another day without you claiming him completely.

“please take me, please take all of me.” as he says that, you feel a tug so strong on your chest that it topples your heart over. you never knew jungkook’s feelings were so beautiful, you never knew he felt so much because of you.

but you knew a couple things for sure now.

“i won’t go on another date.” you stare at the photos as you give him his answer that leaves you with no hesitation, no doubt at all. jungkook’s words had you on top of the world, if he saw you even half as beautiful as you were in his pictures, you knew that you had nothing to worry about.

jungkook’s head snaps up as you get up from the couch to walk over to him, his throat closes up when your familiar scent wraps his rope tighter around him. 

if you come this close and not fall into his arms, jungkook will never forgive you.

“i won’t go on another date that’s not with you. i can’t believe i never realized it before but hearing it from you made it the clearest thing in my head.” your hand reached out to rest on his chest, the soft t-shirt he wore wrinkled under your touch, and jungkook feels he could fall to his knees. “maybe, as you said, it’s always been there and i kept fooling myself to think otherwise.”

“but i don’t want to be a fool anymore. i just want you to take me too.” reality was spinning jungkook’s head, looking at you say those words, eyes with too many stars for him to count, was feeling too good to be true to jungkook.

he had thought og a hundred other ways this could’ve gone, he expected to lose his friend forever but he wasn’t and that was the craziest thing to jungkook.

“are you serious right now?” he didn’t mean for it to sound funny but you burst out laughing, leaning your head on his chest as your shoulders shook. “no jungkook, i like to confess my undying love to people for fun.” he rolls his eyes with the widest grin ever as he lifts your head for you to look at him.

undying love.

all for him.

in that minute, jungkook was the luckiest man in the world.

but he wants to hear the words to be sure, he wanted his heart to finally hear it from you. and he never had to ask you to say it.

“i love you, jungkook, so much.” he wants to do a little dance, and break into song, throw the biggest party known to mankind because fuck him but the girl he loves, loves him back. 

(that too, so much!)

but for now, he will settle for quickly gathering you in his arms and spinning you around as your laughter fills the room. he will settle for your smile that he now sees is the widest it’s ever been.

jungkook only knows how to be a good friend to you but he knows he’s going to try his best to be the best love you’ve ever experienced.

his rain-like love pattered around him as your words drowned in the noises.

it had never been so loud, yet so quiet but as always, jungkook’s love for you remained suspended around you.

from now on, it would always drown you two.

a happy death for jungkook, really.

peek-a-boo! - j.jk.

genre: fluff, very mild angst and suggestive content (mentions of sex) (4.8k)

summary: at a camp that you hated, you find yourself falling for a man that tries to sneak into your tent.

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you shivered as you returned to your tent, you could not believe how you ever let your snake of a best friend, faye drag you into camping. everything was wet and cold and your skin was starting to itch beneath the layers of clothes you had adorned.

and you know how spoiled you might sound to another person, but you couldn’t help it, you missed your aroma candles, your fluffy slippers, your nighttime skincare routine, your fluffy sheets, your lam-

okay, you missed everything back home.

thankfully, you would leave this horrid place right in the morning and you swore to yourself to never listen to your best friend ever again, you might just kill her when you go back.

as you reached your tent, you dreamed of your room and your comfort back home but your steps slowed as you got closer.

was this your tent?

you looked around and sure enough, all of the tents were exactly the same in pattern and color, the only difference was the number propped on each tent.

39? 24? 46?

since when were there so many tents here?

why were so many people voluntarily torturing themselves?

all of the numbers sounded like it could be your tent and panic started to rise in you as your eyes darted pathetically towards each tent. this couldn’t be right, how could you not remember your own fucking tent?

deep breath.

“faye!” you whisper-yelled into the night, your hands shaking by your side and crickets answered, “FAYE!” you walked around all the tents, trying to find your tent and your friend, who apparently didn’t give a fuck about where you went.

you huffed after calling her name out for the 100th time and bent down on your knees, you were going to die before you got to go home.

then, like a halo light descending on you, you saw the number 54, and out of all the numbers you saw so far, that seemed the most right to you so, without caring or fact-checking, you ran to it at full speed.

as soon as you reached it, you zipped down the entry and looked around for your belongings and sure enough, your charger, your heat pack, and your phone were lying inside and you felt a rush of relief flood in you.

you smiled, thinking how silly you had been when you got lost, and happily set the alarm for the next day, snuggling into your very uncomfortable sleeping bag and kicking around until you fell asleep.

you never noticed that a very important part of your tent was missing.

your best friend.

-

a shuffle stirred you in your sleep, and your sleeping bag shifted with you as you moved, there was something in the tent that was keeping you away from your dreams and you groaned in frustration as you kicked your feet around in the bag to adjust again.

“woah, woah!” you heard someone exclaim as they grabbed your foot and you could feel your sleep slip quickly at the sound of a voice you didn’t recognize and the grip on your skin. you jolted awake, sat up, and came face-to-face with some man.

you did the smartest thing you could.

you screamed.

and screamed.

and kicked your legs forward with all the strength in your body.

you heard him groan in pain as he fell back away from the tent, you crawled forward to get out of the tent and run away and possibly kill faye.

“please calm down, let me explain” he breathed out while clutching his stomach, “why should i listen to you? you just tried to crawl into my tent in the middle of the night, you pervert!” you whisper-yelled at him, punching his arm as you got out of the tent and into the cold night.

you almost dropped dead at the wind that breezed past you, freezing your every bone.

“your friend faye told me to come here!” he protested, rubbing his arm and wincing while sitting up and at the mention of your friend’s name, you pause the plan of running away.

did no one in this camp care for each other, how could they all sleep through this?

the reality of the safety precautions here was enough to send another chill down your spine.

“before you explain, tell me what faye looks like” you needed to know if he didn’t just say her name after seeing it in a logbook or something, “light brown hair, blue eyes, and tall” he recalled off the top of his head, desperate to keep you from beating him up again.

the description was right but it still made no sense that he was here on her command.

“why the fuck would she tell you to come to our tent? wait! where even is she?” you frantically looked around, you didn’t want the last memory of your friend being wanting to kill her.

“you didn’t notice till now?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, clearly judging that you slept while your friend still hadn’t come back.

and you knew what that must tell about your character but in your defense, you were too busy dreaming of getting out of here.

“you don’t get to judge, you still haven’t told me why you are in a tent where a girl was sleeping” you pointed a finger at him accusingly and he rolled his eyes as he got up.

he held his hand out, “my name is jungkook, my friend and your friend somehow hit it off, they went skinny-dipping apparently and now they’re in my tent, doing things i would rather not discuss with a stranger, they sent me off here when i came back and that’s all there is.”

you stared at his hand, heat pooling in your cheeks.

that did sound exactly like something faye would do.

you just kicked the shit out of an innocent man.

you wanted to jump in a lake and never float back up. you hesitantly shook his hand, mumbling your name and hiding your face behind your hair. jungkook stares with mild annoyance as his arm stays wrapped around his stomach. though he has to admit, your strength was something to admire, jungkook wasn’t an easy man to hurt with a few kicks but he’s sure you have given him bruises.

“can we please get in and get some sleep?” he yawned, stretching his body and waiting for your response, you only glared at him. “are you crazy? i’m not getting into a tent with you, i don’t care that faye sent you here, there’s no way in hell that i am getting in there with you.”

jungkook blinked at you.

he waited for a beat, two beats, and then got into the tent, zipping it shut as he went.

you stared with your jaw at the floor at how he had just hijacked your only sleeping arrangement. you could hear him groan and stretch before his snores replaced the silence around you.

you scoffed in incredulity, he couldn’t be serious, faye couldn’t be serious, this entire night had to have been some wild dream you were having because you couldn’t wrap your head around how everything was going wrong.

well, you could stay right where you stood.

you didn’t mind that the night was chilling your bones, or your lips were fully chapped, or your teeth clattering or your arms shivering, it was all fine, you didn’t need to stay in some tent with some strange man, you could just spend one night out in the freezing cold.

maybe if you just relaxed and pretended to be carefree like faye for a few hours, you could manage with this.

you wrapped your arms around yourself and sat down on the chair outside your tent, folding your body to generate some warmth in you but you couldn’t ignore the prickling on your skin.

why weren’t you cool like faye?

she would’ve gotten into the tent and fallen asleep by now, maybe even make the strange man her friend, maybe have conversations into the night and here you were, being as uptight as ever, on a chair that was killing your back.

“are you seriously going to be this stubborn?” you whipped your head to see jungkook poking his head out while rubbing his eyes, and you scoffed, looking away from him. you heard him groan in response and step out of the tent.

“okay, get up,” he said, you frowned at him as he stood in front of you with his arms crossed.

“what?”

“go in.” jungkook pointed to your tent, “i already told you-“ you started to argue again and he ran an exasperated hand across his face, “i’m not getting in again, you go in there alone.”

“then what about you?” faye hadn’t returned, it didn’t seem that she would until morning so, he didn’t have anywhere to go, jungkook looked at the chair you were sitting on, “i’ll take the chair.”

“you’re sure?”

“yeah, just go in.” as soon as you got up, he plopped down on the seat and you entered your tent, zipping it up, and sighed at the warmth surrounding you. you grabbed your sleeping bag and slipped it on your body, noticing a faint scent of cologne on it, you knew it was jungkook’s and you strangely liked it.

shaking your head, you settled into your bag and shut your eyes to finally catch some sleep.

but it never came, you tossed and turned and kicked and moved, but you couldn’t sleep.

a nagging feeling occupied your stomach at the thought of leaving someone in the cold outside, even if you didn’t particularly like him, even if he was a stranger, your heart tugged at you to be more understanding of your situation.

you weren’t at home, of course, you won’t be completely comfortable in a campsite, sacrifices have to be made, and it wasn’t jungkook’s fault that your friends were horny idiots.

before you knew it, you poked your head out to look for jungkook, only to find him exactly where you left him, but he was asleep already, his head kept lolling back and forth as his neck stretched forward and the nagging in you bled into guilt as you watched him frown in his sleep, clearly uncomfortable.

you got out, hissing at the wind, and stopped where jungkook was sitting, wondering how you could wake him up without touching him.

“jungkook!” you whisper-yelled, hoping that would be enough but he didn’t even stir, you rolled your eyes, “jungkook!” you yelled again but to no avail, he stayed uncomfortably asleep.

you reached out and poked his shoulder, but that also didn’t work and you were starting to get frustrated again, being nice and understanding was starting to look like a very stupid decision.

in your irritation, you grabbed his shoulders and shook him and that did the trick, his eyes blew wide open as he started to look around him in a hurry, his gaze landing on you and a frown quickly found its way on his face.

“what are you doing? is everything okay?” his eyes darted over your face as if trying to find something that upset you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit shy as he stared at you, “get inside” you pointed to the tent and his frown got deeper.

“just get inside while i’m still being nice.” you saw his eyebrows rise at you as a slow smirk grew on his face, then he raised his hands in surrender and did an ‘after you’ motion, as soon as you got in, he followed and zipped the tent shut.

now that he was breathing right next to you, you knew that you were going to kill faye later.

-

you two sat across from each other, not saying a word but also not sleeping or doing anything else, just watching the other with cautious eyes and curious hearts.

in the small space, his breaths were loud, every shift in his body resonated and his cologne was wafting around you. you waited for him to speak, to do anything really except look at you.

“who’s your friend?” you asked, after silence stretched for too long, jungkook’s eyebrows raised in surprise but he answered, “mingyu, he’s insane,” he said with a chuckle and shake of his head.

a smile grows on your face as you notice his dimples for the first time, “so is faye, it must be nice to be them” you can’t help the bitter undertone your voice held.

“i’m assuming you’re the not-insane counterpart in your friendship.” he said and you nodded, “unfortunately or fortunately, i am.”

“unfortunately or fortunately, so am i.” he hummed with a cheeky smile and you rolled your eyes, a grin threatening to break across your face, “i find that hard to believe, jungkook.” you eyed the tattoos decorating his arm and the confident glint in his gaze, there was no way he was more like you than he was like mingyu or faye.

“if i was like mingyu, i would be off having fun and living in the moment of the night instead of trying to sleep anywhere i could.” jungkook scoffed and you noticed the bitter undertone in his voice too.

maybe he was more like you.

“does this happen often?”

“we live together so, all the time.”

your eyes widened as you exclaimed in excitement, “so do faye and i! i can’t remember how many times i’ve had to hear someone’s moans from behind the wall” jungkook started to laugh as your face grew more animated, the more you spoke.

as his laughter fades and a smile replaces, your body loses the caution and you sink into the pillow behind you.

suddenly, the man sitting across from you was all you wanted to talk to and about. a certain vulnerability settled in the air around you as silence stretched, but this time, there was no caution or wariness, there were only one million questions that you wanted to ask him.

“does it bother you, whenever this happens?” jungkook breaks the silence while leaning forward as if he was sharing a secret, even if it was the just two of you in here, and looking at the sincerity in his eyes, you wanted to tell him every buried truth in you, “i love her, i really do, with all my heart but i’m not like she is, i don’t have as much fun, i don’t go out as much, i’ve never been able to let loose or let myself go, i always feel like i’m missing out on all the fun that she is having.”

“i just wish i was more like her” you breathed out, feeling the weight of the world lifting off your shoulders, your gaze flickered to gauge jungkook’s reaction, maybe you had spoken too much and bored him, maybe he wasn’t like you at all, but jungkook nods with an understanding that fills you with relief.

“mingyu became my friend in the first year of college when i didn’t know anyone else and he would constantly try to get me out of my shell, in my best interests of course but i wouldn’t budge, soon he accepted that i didn’t like the same things he did and stopped pushing me. but i still felt as if i was disappointing him by not doing the ‘fun’ things he was doing, even if that feeling wasn’t fair to me and even if i knew that he never thought of me like that.” you felt your eyes get teary as jungkook spilled his guts, the same way you had and you nodded at him as well, letting him know that you understood completely what he was feeling.

“i always feel like my life is passing me by, even here, i can’t wait to get out and go back to my home but look at her, she’s off having fun, not worrying about anything and she’s going to have these stories to tell forever.” you sniff as a boulder of new sadness places itself into your stomach and jungkook’s heart pinches in his chest at this.

not many things made you cry but the feeling of seeing your friends live life the way you wished to, always was a sensitive topic for you.

and jungkook doesn’t know much about you, he knows just enough to know that you were like him and he was like you.

“you have a story too, you know?” he smirked at you and you tilted your head at him in confusion, “you could always tell people how you beat up a guy when he tried to enter your tent,” you broke out in laughter and seeing the smile on your face, jungkook continues, “then how stubbornly you stayed in the cold night, had him send you back in but then go back out for him, it’s a hell of a story, if you ask me.” your laughter bubbled out of you without control, he wasn’t totally wrong, you did have a story.

“not as wild as faye’s but i guess it’s good enough” you nod in recognition, your smile refusing to budge from your face and jungkook leans back, satisfied that you aren’t as sad anymore.

“you could always tell people that you got beat up at a campsite, by a girl.” you quirked your eyebrow at him, amusement dancing on your skin and he mock gasps at you, “after everything i’ve done for you, this is how you treat me?”

“you didn’t do anything, you gave me my tent back, that doesn’t make you mother teresa” you enjoyed teasing jungkook as he shook his head, faux disappointment hanging his head down but you could see the ghost of a smile on his face.

he looked back up, eyes twinkling even if exhaustion clouded his face, and you had an idea, “hey jungkook, do you want to do something wild?”

-

jungkook’s hand tightly held yours as you two tip-toed across the campsite, barely holding back your giggles, trying to stay as quiet as you could, as if you weren’t yelling at each other an hour ago.

you reached his campsite, where your friends lay blissfully unaware of what was going around them, jungkook let go of your hand as he circled the tent carefully, and you tried not to pout about it.

then, you heard a moan, and your eyes snapped to jungkook, he was staring equally wide-eyed at you and both of you held your hands to your mouths to keep from bursting into laughter and ruining your plan.

guess your friends weren’t done getting busy.

jungkook came back to you, you wanted him to hold your hand, you swore you even saw his hand twitch in your direction but instead, he leans in to whisper, “this makes everything a million times easier.”

you agreed with eager eyes and you could see the excitement in his eyes too, which made this plan way better.

“you’ve got it?” he asked, leaning over as you pulled out your phone and wiggled your eyebrows at him, “just wait and watch.” he shook his head at you with a huge grin on his face.

you searched for the music box audio from the movie, the conjuring. faye had always been terrified of that movie, and as it turns out, so was mingyu.

“mingyu, wait, i hear some rustling outside” you heard faye speak from the inside, and sounds of them moving, “maybe just someone walking by.” mingyu seemed to try and reassure her but there was alarm in his voice too.

jungkook’s reached out for your hand and pulled you to bend near the side of the tent, you clicked the video, and the haunting, slow music filled the air around you, it was loud enough for the people in the tent to move quickly.

“what is that?” faye screeched and mingyu didn’t answer her this time, jungkook saw that your giggles were going to be out of control so he pressed his hand over your mouth and you nodded, gratefully to him.

you increased the volume of the song little by little and you heard screams from both of them as they got up in the tent and ran around in the little space, seemingly stumbling over each other and soon, the zip of the tent flew open and the pair rushed out, breathing heavily and thankfully, partially dressed.

they looked around in a rush, heads whipping in every direction and it didn’t take long for their eyes to zero in on you two crouching beside the tent, sheepish smiles on your face.

“jungkook?”

“it was you?”

they yelled at the same time as the fear in them dissolved into anger, their arms crossed across their chests, ready to pounce on you two.

jungkook tugged on your hand, leaning forward and speaking right into your ear, you resisted the chill down your back for entirely different reasons as he spoke, “run.”

he pulled you up and soon, you were running through the many, many tents around you, giggles disappearing into the night and hands refusing to loosen their grip on each other.

you peeked back to see your friends, not following you, both of them seemed to be endeared as they shook their heads and smiled at the pair of you. your friends, though different from you, knew the two of you and knew this wasn’t something you usually did so, it filled them with pride that you two seemed to have a good time, even if they were confused as to how it all started.

the wind kept freezing your face but you didn’t stop smiling, you didn’t want to tell jungkook that they weren’t chasing you, you wanted to run with him for as long as you could. you reached your tent soon enough and jungkook quickly unzipped it, grabbed your hand, and pulled you in, zipping it back up.

as soon as you two looked at each other, a new wave of laughter washed you two over as you heaved over, grabbing each other for support and laughing your lungs out, you couldn’t remember a time you had felt this happy and more importantly, you couldn’t remember a time you had felt this free.

“we missed them! the plan was genius, did you see their faces?” jungkook cheered, raising his hand for a high-five and with pursed lips, even if you knew there was nothing to miss, you slapped your hand against his.

you two leaned back on one side of the tent, catching your breaths with pure bliss on your faces. “i wouldn’t have done that without you.” he spoke up, running his thumb on the back of your hand, “i wouldn’t have even gotten the idea without you.” you admitted and a shy smile took over jungkook’s face as he looked away.

“now, you have two stories to tell.” he held up two fingers in front of your face and you pushed them away with a giggle, “i think i like the second one better,” you hummed back, jungkook quirked an eyebrow at you, “oh yeah, why?”

“it was fun” you shrugged, even if the actual words you wanted to say were much more than just fun.

because i was wild with you, i was free with you, i finally lived a moment for me, with you.

the words never came out of your mouth but you had a feeling that jungkook knew what you really felt, as he nodded at you, “i think I like this one better too,” he gave you a toothy grin, and this time, you were looking away with a blush rising on your cheeks because you knew what he meant as well.

of course, as all good things do, the night slowly started to lighten up and you could see jungkook’s face more clearly and he could see you more clearly.

he was beautiful and he looked at you as if he was seeing beauty for the first time.

but it was the last night and jungkook’s eyes flashed with recognition of that, you could feel your heart tightening in your chest when you saw his eyes turn down, knowing exactly what that meant. you couldn’t stop the night you loved from becoming the morning you dreaded and that knowledge lay heavily between you two.

-

somewhere in the dawn of the morning, your eyes fluttered open to see faye lying next to you, blissfully asleep, you assumed she must have come back at some point of the night after you slept, you couldn’t help the disappointment that washed you over.

you put your arm on your friend, who stirred but pulled you closer, you buried your head in her shoulder and thought back at the man who should’ve been there.

-

the buses lined up in front of you, all of them waiting for people to board so, you could all finally leave the campsite and go back to your homes, you should have been ecstatic to return home, to your comfort but your heart tugged on you to find jungkook.

but what if he didn’t think of this as seriously as you had? what if it was just supposed to be last night only? what if he didn’t stay up all night, thinking of you, as you had of him?

“you know, i could just call mingyu and ask him where they are, right?” faye rubbed your shoulder with sympathetic eyes, ever your cheerleader, but you shook your head, you didn’t know what you would say even if you saw him. “let’s just go, it isn’t a big deal,” you pushed her to the door of the bus and she got in with a sigh.

you stepped forward to the bus, only to hear your name resonate through the area, you whipped your head around to see jungkook running towards you, telling you to wait up and your heart dropped to your stomach, in the best way possible.

with bated breath and a blooming heart full of hope, you watched as he reached you quickly, stopping only a step away from you.

“do you always like making things hard for me?” jungkook heaved on bent knees, calling back to how you never showed him mercy since the moment he stepped into your tent and you bit back a grin, “i guess, i do.”

he gave you a crooked smile, “you guess you do” he hummed, a teasing lilt to his voice, and your cheeks heated up again, and your hands started growing clammy at the sight of him.

he really had come back for you, you should’ve known because jungkook was just like you.

“you can’t just leave me like this, after the best night of my life.”

the best night of his life.

“what do you want me to do?” you challenged, jungkook smiled as he fished out his phone, “i want you to do one wild thing for me.”

“what is it?” you asked, breathless, with your heart beating in your ears.

“let me take you on a date.” he pushed his phone into your hands, sounding sure and confident as ever, but then you saw his hands, which were shaking, much like yours and you typed in your number, saving it as the ‘girl who kicked you’.

you handed his phone back to him, jungkook barked out a laugh, his head falling back as he saw the name you saved yourself with. then, as he calmed down, he stepped forward hesitantly, hands shaking again, he leaned towards you and planted one, gentle kiss on your cheek.

he stepped back with red cheeks and you hid your face behind your hair, your entire body lit up with that simple kiss and you had to stop yourself from making happy sounds.

the bus honked behind you, breaking the tender moment and you rushed forward to wrap your arms around jungkook and stepped back just as quickly. wordlessly, you waved him goodbye as you got on the bus with fire on your cheeks and you turned back just once, to see jungkook, standing there with the goofiest grin and one hand held up to wave back to you.

as you settled into your seat next to faye, you ignored her knowing smile while glancing out the window, your heart filled with the giddiness and excitement that you had always dreamed of.

you had two stories of your own to tell and even if it wasn’t much, you had something after all the years of just wishing for stories to tell.

you had a feeling that with jungkook, you would have many more.

and you knew that he was thinking just the same thing.

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untitled - j.jk.

genre: angst, fluff (firstlove! slowburn!) (11.5k)

summary: jungkook was your first love but first loves were supposed to end, they were supposed to be a fond memory to look back on but your first love never leaves your life, nor does he stay in it.

note: this is inspired from my first love <3

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even if years, ages, and places separate you, maybe you’ll love jungkook all over again every time.

you had met him in school, in college, on a different continent but he never stayed in your life for too long, and you hadn’t stayed in his either.

but now that you believe you wouldn’t see him again, only because you were standing next to your soon-to-be-husband, you believe your never-pausing story needed to be told.

and oh, would you look at that? it seems like jungkook has entered the venue to hear it too.

-

it was the 9th grade when you first met him.

it was simple and so innocent.

you had your new school bag resting behind you, and your shoulders kept knocking against your sisters as the bus drove on the road and abruptly stopped at a place that it never did before; down the lane from your home.

you curiously looked out and heard your bus manager faintly mumbling something about a new student joining the bus.

and there he was, a head full of bouncy hair and a smile that wasn’t exactly present. even as he walked the length of the bus with his head down, he didn’t give off insecurity, it was more like he avoided looking at most people.

he sat down, right behind you, his legs stretching could be seen under your seat and you didn’t look back just yet. you had no idea why.

your sister, sunny, turned around, hand clasping the seat, and eagerly asked, “you’re in B section, aren’t you?” your ears perked up at that, and you subtly leaned in to listen to him.

why you had been curious at all about someone whose face you hadn’t seen, is something that was beyond you but you were consumed inside out with curiosity from the beginning.

he nods at your sister and doesn’t offer another word but when you tilt your head to look back, you see him looking right at you.

that’s when it all began, there were no words at all, just a boy who hadn’t looked at anyone but looked at you as if he could draw you the very next second.

-

your sister, ever the extrovert, talked to jungkook every day, they laughed and made fun of each other, you smiled at their conversations but never contributed yourself. you listened though, and you listened well.

by week two, you knew how he sounded when he was bored.

you knew how his voice hitched when he was excited.

you knew how his voice would get low whenever he pulled a sarcastic joke on your sister.

jungkook’s eyes would dance to the back of your head, wrapped neatly in a ponytail every single morning, to see if you would turn back, to see if he could catch a glance of those small smiles you let out sometimes but most days, he would just talk loud enough for you to hear about him.

he never understood why he had wanted you to listen, but he couldn’t tell you anything directly, and he wanted to look cool, sound cool, make jokes in a cool way, in a way that would make you laugh and once he got home, he always felt ridiculous for feeling that way.

and then, as if a miracle, your sister didn’t come to school one morning, jungkook could see you alone, ponytail brushed back as always, school bag resting on your thighs, and felt a stabbing need to hear your voice, talking to him.

he settled behind you, legs stretching again and his fingers danced on his thighs as he thought of a way to talk to you, just then your head tilted slightly, as if you were trying to catch a look at him and jungkook felt his smile burn into his skin.

“why did sunny not come today?” you jumped as he fully leaned on the back of your seat, your eyes drifted to his face, “she’s not well.”

those were the first words you had ever spoken to him.

“why is she not well?” was not his best, but he needed to keep it going.

sunny was on her period.

“stomach ache,” you murmured, ignoring how his eyes twinkled with each word that escaped out of you. you hadn’t believed that eyes could twinkle up until that day, but then again you think you’ve never seen jungkook’s eyes twinkle with anyone else.

“she must’ve eaten something bad, didn’t she? she seems the type to be careless like that,” jungkook snickered and your face grew red hot, “what she eats or doesn’t eat, isn’t any of your business.”

your tone, your eyes narrowing sharply to glare at him, was a sight jungkook would get used to later, but for now, he didn’t know how to react.

he was taken aback that you had gotten so serious over a simple joke, then it clicked to jungkook that you were one of those oddly protective people. nothing else could explain your red cheeks and furrowed eyebrows.

and he grew giddy.

you were oddly protective.

a new thing he got to learn about you because he had conjured up the courage to start a conversation.

“my bad,” he shrugs into his seat, and his nonchalant response makes you feel guilty, so you sigh and turn back fully to face him.

that was the first time you saw him straight on, with no sideway glances, no peripheral view of him, just his face and nothing else.

“you have adam sir for physics too, right?”

it was something you picked up from the multiple conversations you overheard.

“um yeah?” he wasn’t sure where you were going with this, “does he come into your class with chalk on suspicious places too?”

you were talking about your dear adam sir who constantly came to class with chalk all over the front and back of his pants crotch area, everyone but adam sir himself knew about his crotch chalk.

and jungkook laughs out loud, “oh my god, yes, i don’t know whether to be horrified or mildly impressed with his lack of self-awareness,” and you laughed too.

when you stopped and looked at him once more, he was already looking at you and the smile on your face didn’t break until you reached home.

-

it was normal now, you and sunny would turn around, talk to jungkook until you reached school, and then wait for the evening, when you could talk to him until you reached home.

you were quick to anger, he noticed.

you often fought with guys in your grade with a rage that both scared and fascinated jungkook.

you were calm with people you liked, you were fun with people you liked, you were passionate about things you believed in.

you always were a bit frustrated with him, but you still laughed at his jokes.

he was sarcastic, you noticed.

he had no interest in most things.

he didn’t like drama but always knew everything about everyone.

he always looked at you after he made a joke, as if to check if you thought it was funny, if you thought he was funny.

and you would always laugh, he would always feel a seed of pride in him whenever you turned away, hiding your laughing face in your palms.

you knew he liked you; you weren’t oblivious or stupid.

you’re not sure who he told or how it even came out, but suddenly, everyone around you knew about it.

the rumors started a month after you talked to him, you had known him for six weeks which felt like six years, but you didn’t like him back.

he knew that you didn’t like him back.

but that didn’t stop him from trying to look cool to you.

something his friends never let him succeed at.

on children’s day, you were allowed to wear anything besides your uniform, and that was a very exciting thing then, you always wore your best outfits because your mom believed in looking good and feeling good.

you were standing in the middle of the ground, waiting for your friends to come back from getting food when someone tapped swiftly on your shoulder, it was one of jungkook’s friends, smiling at you as if he knew you. you didn’t know the guy; you only knew he was jungkook’s friend.

“hey, could you take a photo for us?” he mused, you almost said no, but then you peeked around him, to see jungkook with his very huge group of friends, he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at everything but you.

it confused you.

his friend’s smile got wider when he noticed you staring at jungkook, you ignored him and took the phone dangling from his hands, you watched as they all got closer and started smiling.

jungkook’s smile was so small, so invisible, so you yelled, “smile everyone!” and you tried not to smile too when his smile took over his entire face until you couldn’t see anything else.

“thanks,” his friend came and took his phone, jungkook left, eyes glancing over his shoulder where you stood, an unavoidable warmth spread through your fingers.

but you didn’t like him.

not the way he liked you.

right?

-

“he likes you, he told his friends and well, they told my friends, who told me,” sunny rambled beside you, shifting through her closet and you didn’t know what to say, “do you like him?” she turned around to you, eyebrows raised as if she judged you a little if you did, and you shrugged.

“no, how can anyone like him?”

-

you had people who admired you, liked you even, but very few were honest or brave about it.

so, when the sister of a guy who you thought was only your friend, knocked on the window of your seat, you were confused. she smiled, “this is for you,” she pushed a letter, bracelet, and chocolate into your hands once you opened it, running away before you could ask anything.

you saw your friend peeking from the corner of a bus, watching your reaction to his confession, you looked away and shoved the letter and bracelet into the front pocket of your bag.

jungkook watched the whole exchange silently, a strange jealousy settled in his stomach as he looked out the window to glare at your friend, who sadly only had his eyes on you. then, he watched you and tried to understand what you felt from the back.

it wasn’t easy.

his friend gasped and howled next to him, “she got a letter, bro” he teased jungkook loud enough for you to hear, jungkook waited for you to turn around and tell his friend to shut up and mind his own business.

but you didn’t, you didn’t get angry like you usually did.

you were hyper-focused on the bracelet resting in your bag, and jungkook scoffed at it, he could do better, he won’t, but he could.

“she got a letter and you’re still just sitting here,” his friend tutted at him and jungkook shrugged his friend’s arm around his shoulder, scowling at him.

you rested your head on your window and closed your eyes, letting the warmth of the sun penetrate you.

when it was just the two of you on the bus, he leaned forward, “he wrote you a letter?”

“yeah, he did.” it was embarrassing to tell jungkook for some reason, it felt like cheating, receiving a letter from someone else when he was right behind you, though none of those feelings held any validity.

“he gave you a bracelet and chocolate? that’s just childish,” he snickered and expected you to laugh with him but you didn’t, “we’re still kids,” you mumbled instead, and jungkook straightened.

“do you like him?”

“no.”

“do you like anyone?”

“no.”

“why?” he stood with his bag in his hands, the bus waiting for him to get down and you didn’t notice his nervous stammer then, you were too confused by the bracelet and chocolate in your bag.

“i just don’t.” he nodded and left.

you kept the letter and bracelet in your school memories box.

-

somewhere jungkook knew that you knew, but he was always grateful that you acted like you didn’t know.

but it was unbearable for him.

seeing your swaying ponytail every morning, hearing your laughter ring in his ears at times when you weren’t even around him, driving by your house a few fifty times a day to see if you were talking in the balcony sometimes because you did that sometimes, sometimes it felt to jungkook that you did it for him.

sometimes you did it for him, for him to see you.

why?

no one knows.

you and jungkook were friends, only friends.

you and him were friends, but you never talked when others besides sunny were around, your conversations were yours and his, and no one else’s.

you weren’t sure that was how friendships worked, but you thought maybe friendship with jungkook worked this way.

he had your number but he never called, you had his number but you never called.

but one day, right before your final exams started, your phone rang and your heart stopped when you saw his name flash on your screen, you stared at the screen until your phone stopped ringing and didn’t touch your phone until it was night.

you opened it to several messages from jungkook and none of them were about school or the annoying kids on the bus or his annoying friends or your annoying friends.

jungkook: i like you.

jungkook: i think you know that. but i wanted to tell you.

jungkook: i know that you don’t like me, but i like you and i’ve tried to avoid it, but i see you every day, and i can’t avoid you, i can’t avoid how i feel.

jungkook: if you somehow like me, reply to this, if you don’t, don’t. just act as if nothing happened when we see each other tomorrow.

you couldn’t study anymore that night.

the next day, you turned back with sunny and talked to him as if nothing happened, you complained about your syllabus, he laughed that he didn’t even open his books, and sunny bragged that she finished everything and helped him with some important topics.

you ignored the pull in your heart at how openly his affection showed in his eyes now when he looked at you, his sentiment was simple, he had said his bit, and he had nothing to hide anymore but you grew heavy on that seat in front of him, you had everything to hide.

sunny squeezed your hand as you looked out the window.

she knew what happened.

your eyes filled with affection too, gave it away.

-

why did you never tell jungkook that maybe, just maybe, just a small part of you, a part of you that you wanted to destroy, liked him too?

you never understood why your sentiment cowered under layers whereas his laid naked in the world.

and middle school for you, high school for him, came close to ending by the time you ever confronted your feelings.

it was the last day for middle schoolers, you had a whole event thing in the school and dressed up accordingly, you had gone to school with your dad.

but once the day ended, you got onto the bus with a shirt full of your classmates' signatures and notes, you were a little late and flushed from the sun, you plopped down on your seat and fanned yourself.

sunny pulled the scribbled shirt from your hands, “god, you really filled it up,” you pointed to each signature and note, explaining who it was from, and when a huge note from some guy in the class who liked you came, sunny teased you and jungkook glared at the back of her head.

but a knot of sadness formed in his throat, he wouldn’t see you every day after this, he wouldn’t see you sleep on the bus, he wouldn’t hear the r-rated jokes that you whispered to sunny, thinking that no one could hear, he wouldn’t hear you silently cry after a bad day.

to jungkook, today felt like the end of a lifetime.

then you turned around, with tired eyes and a shy but carefree smile, you extended the shirt to him and said, “write something good, jungkook.” he felt as if he was going to fall off his seat.

his name in your voice was something he would remember for years to come.

he asked for a pen because of course, jungkook didn’t carry a pen in his bag that had one notebook, you scoffed and gave him one and he thought for very long.

i love you, felt wrong to write on a shirt that was littered with other people’s love for you.

and as he read each note, jungkook suddenly felt small, so many people loved you, much better people than him, he couldn’t even write anything as a goodbye to you whereas others wrote whole paragraphs.

he wrote something quickly, under your watchful and expectant gaze, and handed the shirt back with a weak smile.

‘be happy, always. jk’ looked back at you and you couldn’t help but laugh at his small handwriting next to everyone else’s. you didn’t notice his dejected posture, nor his distracted gaze out the window.

“really? that’s all?” you said with a teasing smile, extremely amused by his words and he shrugged at you, playing with his hands.

but he felt it when your smile dimmed and you turned around with a silent huff, he felt even smaller as he got down from the bus, craning his neck to see you and your yellow dress, for the last time in the bus that held all his adolescent love.

you didn’t look back at him.

-

your exams ended, you joined high school in a different part of the city, jungkook joined college in a different part but his home remained down the lane from yours.

you didn’t see him as much anymore, you only saw his car drive by through your window, but he did message you whenever he could, even if you didn’t see each other, you knew every person he knew, he knew every overbearing teacher you hated, you knew every class he skipped and that he started smoking, and he still knew just how to make you laugh to make you forget about the pressures of high school.

and calling him a friend, in the midst of all that, felt wrong, it felt so wrong, you were so alone in your high school, and he was the only tie to your familiar and comfortable past, so you confessed.

it wasn’t anything grand, you knew he liked you back, and you weren’t worried about getting rejected, but still, you held your breath as you typed a message to him.

you: i like you too.

you: it took me too long, didn’t it?

his reply was instantaneous.

jungkook: what.

then, your phone rang loudly, it almost fell from your hands and your mom eyed you suspiciously, you called out a friend's name to appease her and ran off to your room, shutting the door behind you and lifting the call with shaky hands.

“you’re not joking with me, are you?”

“no.”

“so, you like me?” you heard the smile in his voice and let your head fall against the door in a blissed-out sigh.

“i do.”

“really?”

you laughed, “really.”

“really, really?” you couldn’t stop giggling at the barely contained excitement and doubt in his voice, “really, really, jungkook.”

“fuck.” you faintly heard his laugh of disbelief on the other line and stopped yourself from sinking to the floor and talking to him for hours.

“text me, my mom’s awake still,” you mumbled, and he sighed but it was happy, it was out of relief, “yes, ma’am.”

jungkook ended the call with the biggest smile on his face, his back resting on his car, slid down as he tried not to squeal and jump in the air and his friends raised their eyebrows at him.

“what happened to you?”

“she told me she likes me,” he mumbled, the words feeling so much like a lie on his tongue but it was true, it was finally true, and even if he didn’t say the name, his friends knew exactly who it was, “holy shit, really?” they crowded around him and started demanding for details but he brushed them all off.

“i have to go, i have to text her, i can’t do that when i drive, you guys will get back by yourself right?” he didn’t wait for their reply as he got into his car and started the engine, all he heard before pulling away was, “that lucky bastard.”

and he was, he was the luckiest man in the world.

-

turns out, jungkook was the luckiest man in the world for a few moments only. you were so sweet sometimes that he wanted to wax poetry about you, but he had expected that after your confession, you could date, he could call you his girlfriend, and you would go out to the movies, he would feed you popcorn and your head would rest on his shoulders.

but.

“i just think labels aren’t necessary,” he tried not to frown too deeply as your voice swam into his ears, “what do you mean?” he sat up on his bed, phone clutched tightly in his hands.

“isn’t it enough that we like each other? why do we have to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“but why shouldn’t we?”

“jungkook, i don’t know how i feel about making it so…permanent,” on the other end of his phone, your eyes gathered tears because you didn’t know why you were saying the words you were, but the idea of dating seemed so immature to you, too troublesome and dramatic, you just wanted to like him and have him like you.

“are we not permanent?” he was only so young and so innocent; the words left him with a delicate veil of terror.

why weren’t you thinking of forever? you were his forever, was he not yours?

“how could we be permanent? we’re kids,” your nervous laughter twisted his guts but he didn’t say a word, “do you not think of a future with me?” jungkook felt pathetic asking the questions he did.

“it’s not like that jungkook, i like you, of course, i do but shouldn’t we worry about us here in the present than somewhere in the future?”

it made sense to you because you were already apart, he was in college, you were in high school, he smoked now, you hated that, you grew more cynical, he hated that and later, you would only be further apart, who was to say you would stand the test of time?

but i love you, hung on his lips.

he just mumbled, “okay.” he never was okay with it and his disappointment couldn’t have been louder.

“jungkook, i still like you-“ your mom called out to you and your panic rose to your throat, “my mom’s calling, i’ll text you, okay?” and the line went dead.

jungkook fell back on his bed, his head was now heavy with you, he couldn’t help but notice that you kept saying that you liked him.

you never said that you loved him.

-

you: our school function is on the 26th, this is our chance.

jungkook: are you telling me i finally get to meet my girlfriend?

you: haha not your girlfriend but yes, you finally get to meet the girl of your dreams.

jungkook: emma stone is coming?

you: very funny jungkook, i’ll block you.

jungkook: now don’t go and do that, what will you wear?

you: you will see that day, what will you wear?

jungkook: you will see that day :D

you: so annoying.

jungkook: only to you :]

you: i’m excited to see you.

jungkook: you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to see you.

-

at the school, your palms grew clammy as you walked around with your friends, and your dress flowed with you as you walked but you didn’t feel pretty that day. like every other teenager, you had a huge breakout of acne just the night before and you had cried, you didn’t want jungkook to see you like this.

you were sure that he had higher expectations for the girl he liked and while you usually didn’t care about others’ expectations of you, you cared about his.

you knew he was already in the school but you weren’t actively looking for him, you wanted to delay meeting him as much as you could, you didn’t want him to see your face and you didn’t look at your phone.

you let yourself be completely occupied with your friends even if you see him walk by a couple of times from the corner of your eyes. jungkook, on the other hand, just didn’t know how to approach you, he didn’t know if he’d be disturbing your time with your friends or if he’d annoy you by acting too clingy, so he stayed away as well.

sunny observed the whole exchange in bits and pieces and couldn’t believe how ridiculous you two were being. as his friend and your sister, she decided to take things into her own hands.

so, as you laughed and talked to your circle of friends, she pulled on your arm, took you aside, and whispered, “dude, why aren’t you talking to him? he’s been waiting for you.”

“i thought he was with his friends,” you lied, and she sighed, “he hasn’t hung out with them, to make sure he had time with you and i don’t know what is going on with you, but your boyfriend is waiting for you and you need to go.”

“not my boyfriend,” you mumbled as she dragged you around to where he was sitting.

until you saw him, very well-dressed, with shiny shoes, a crisp shirt, and a lopsided grin, none of what you had with him felt real.

but seeing him made it real, it made your love for him take a physical form, you weren’t sure you could handle that sense of reality just yet.

romance, love, affection, all of it was easy through a screen but seeing his finger ridges in real life and wanting to hold them, was hard.

“hey,” he mused, patting the spot next to him and you didn’t sit, you hid your face behind your hair and muttered a greeting, and sunny gagged next to you, “can you please not do this lovey-dovey shit in front of me?”

jungkook was enjoying it though, his girl, not his girlfriend apparently but still his girl, was too shy to see him.

the ever-fierce, angry, witty, and smart girl disappeared and in front of him, was just a girl in love. and even if you never said it, he felt it in the moment.

“okay, i’ll go now,” sunny said, but you grabbed her arm, “stay,” you whispered to her and she geared up to start cursing at you only for jungkook to say, “stay, it’s fine.”

he realized that if sunny was around, you would at least say a few things, because right now, he couldn’t see anything but your hair.

so, sunny stayed.

and they talked, you chimed in, it felt like the first day of talking to him on the bus. jungkook observed that you were a bit more grown up now, a bit taller, only a bit though and a bit softer than when you were in school, and just like he loved the loud, rude, and angry girl, he loved the soft, shy, still angry girl, that he was looking at.

you thought he was looking at you because you looked different, uglier, and that he was contemplating just letting you go.

but that night, when you returned home and texted him, you felt like the prettiest girl in the world.

you: so emma stone didn’t come, how do you feel?

jungkook: heartbroken but another girl made it up to me.

you: oh yeah, how was that?

jungkook: it was like i was seeing her for the first time again.

you: and?

jungkook: she’s more beautiful than i remember her being.

you: jungkook, i had pimples all over, you don’t have to lie to me.

jungkook: you don’t know yourself at all if you think some pimples take away from how beautiful you are.

you: you think so?

jungkook: i spent an hour looking at you, walking here and there in the school, so i’m confident about it.

you: i felt ugly today.

jungkook: that happens sometimes.

you: i don’t feel it anymore.

jungkook: you never should.

-

it was five days after the function, on new years, january 1st, that you two broke up.

things had been going so well but suddenly, they weren’t.

after the magical night at your school, he hung out with his friends a lot, and he started drinking, you were still too young for all that, and you were dying in your high school with never-ending exams and classes. both of you had forgotten about each other while also thinking of each other every second you could.

you were supposed to meet him on january 1st, in a café that he was raving about called the terrace, you had planned a whole thing so your parents wouldn’t get suspicious, you would go with your sisters to the café and come back with them, but spend all the time there with him.

it wasn’t easy to go behind your parents' back, it always felt like you were betraying them whenever you talked to jungkook but you were also in love, and your parents took a back seat for you on that day.

you waited in the café, and your sisters constantly asked where he was and when he was coming, you told them he would come in a minute or two, which stretched on for hours and the night ended with your sisters giving you pitiful gazes and long, silent hugs.

you came back home with an anger so familiar, so out of your control that you couldn’t see or say anything else.

“where were you?”

“i got drinks with my friends, i was going to leave i promise-“ and you cut the call, you watched your phone ring again and again until it went dead silent.

jungkook: please talk to me.

you: you know how difficult it is for me to come out with my parents watching my every move, you know how much i planned for this night and i did it because you kept blaming me for never going on dates.

jungkook: typing….

you: and when i do plan for a date, you end up going somewhere else?

jungkook: you think i don’t have a life of my own?

you blinked back tears that your anger let escape from your eyes, that was the first time you felt your chest physically hurt.

you: i never said that, jungkook.

jungkook: you know it’s funny because if you weren’t such a coward, maybe i wouldn’t have to beg you to meet me, maybe we would’ve already gone on dates, and today, i could enjoy with my friends the way i want to. you don’t even let me call you, my girlfriend.

you: don’t you dare call me a coward, my parents aren’t easy to deal with.

jungkook: saying that just makes you sound like even more of a coward.

you: if i’m such a coward, maybe you shouldn’t be with me anymore.

jungkook: maybe i shouldn’t, yeah.

you threw your phone aside, you wanted him to say i’m sorry, i fucked up, let me plan the next one, but instead, he was indifferent, as if nothing mattered to him anymore, as if you didn’t matter to him anymore.

you couldn’t picture this man as the same man who looked at you with stars in his eyes and a scary thought passed through your mind, he was madly in love with you only five days ago, and now, he wasn’t.

people could change, and then hurt you, so you vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t let anyone have the power to hurt you anymore.

you: so, we’re done?

jungkook: yeah.

you: please don’t smoke anymore.

jungkook: what i do is none of your business anymore.

-

and that was that.

you blocked him everywhere and he wallowed in his self-pity for days, you didn’t know how he was, which new people he met, if he smoked two or three cigarettes in a day anymore and he didn’t know about anything going on in your class, or about the new biology subject they introduced or about your friend's antics.

it was like he was never there in your life in the first place.

right after the breakup, you didn’t cry, you didn’t feel anything, you went to high school normally the next day and smiled while telling your friends, “i’m finally single!”

they looked concerned, then they laughed at your indifference to the breakup but your best friend leaned and asked, “are you okay?” and you nodded happily, “of course i am, he’s just a guy.”

but jungkook sadly wasn’t just a guy, he was your first love, your first ever brush with romance.

so, a month passed and you called your best friend.

sitting at the edge of your bed, you told her everything you knew about jungkook, you laughed at how stupid he could be sometimes, and you cursed him out for doing what he did but then, you started crying and you couldn’t stop crying, “i miss him, i miss my friend.”

she listened as you felt your heart finally tear apart inside you.

you knew you couldn’t trust anyone or love anyone again.

this time, it felt like a lifetime ended for you.

-

two years passed and you didn’t think of him anymore, you weren’t sure if he thought of you, you would only be reminded of his existence when exes and relationships came up in conversations with friends, those always ended with you bitterly cursing him.

you hated him.

the guy who showed you how love felt, was the guy you hated most now.

you moved cities, a better, bigger city and you tried to fall in love again, you did try.

you went on dates with your newly found freedom, you tried to like them and their stories, but the only stories that held any value to you from your youth were with or about jungkook. because you felt every face of your youth, with him.

and you couldn’t possibly talk about your first love with guys whose faces bled into each other until they all became one, and jungkook remained another.

but still, you rarely thought of him.

you didn’t think of him when you went on your first date ever (technically, you never went on a date with jungkook), you didn’t think of him when you called that guy every single night and told him superficial things about you, you never told him things that mattered, you had your first kiss and ended your first ever situationship.

but you weren’t hurt at all. you never gave another person the power to hurt you because you felt it once, and you had no intention to feel it again.

and after months of living in another city, you went back home for a while and your best friend insisted on going to the same café where you were supposed to meet jungkook, on the day of your breakup. it wasn’t her fault that it was the only good café in your tiny city.

you went.

you talked and laughed with your friend.

your phone pinged.

jungkook: you’re at the terrace?

perhaps, you forgot to mention that you unblocked him a while ago, it wasn’t to talk to him of course, it was just to remove negativity from your life (you wanted to feel that young love again).

you: yeah.

jungkook: wait.

you turned to your best friend with wide eyes, telling her that there was a huge possibility that jungkook was coming and she grimaced, she never liked him.

then, he strolled in, hands in pockets, and gave you this smile that covered years of doubt, you always thought he would glare at you and hate you but he just walked in, waved at you, and sat down without saying another word.

seeing him this up close after years of watching him from the corner of your eyes and the tilt of your head, filled you with a breathless excitement because he didn’t change, he didn’t change at all.

“hello, it’s been long,” he greeted you, and then the both of you broke into giggles at his formal tone, “it has been long, yeah.” you replied with a nod, begging for your eyes to hide their reviving affection.

then, you talked.

you had years to catch up on so you told him everything, you told him about your college, your still-horrible teachers, your friends, the new places you’ve explored, and how different everything was in the city you studied.

he listened with a carefulness that you never thought he possessed.

a simple but reckless thought caught you by the throat as jungkook leaned forward and laughed at something you said.

is this how it feels to make someone laugh?

is this how a date with him then would’ve been?

did i just miss out on everything good in life?

then, he told you everything and you listened.

jungkook stuttered multiple times because he had truly forgotten how his body got when you were around, he was suddenly aware of his every nerve, and he was aware of his fingertips that were centimeters apart from you, he was aware of your legs that were right next to his under the table and he was aware of you refusing to look at anyone but him as he spoke.

not even once did either of you acknowledge january 1st from two years ago.

“it’s 6 right now,” your best friend reminded you and you gasped, “already? shit, we have to go,” jungkook’s disappointment fell like water over his head and flooded his shoulders.

“where do you have to go?” he asked, as casually as he could.

“we have to meet another friend, a little bit far from here, so we’ve got to get going,” you said, and jungkook nodded, his car keys twirled in his hands, “do you mind dropping us?”

he almost jumped out of his seat to say yes, but remembered himself and nodded once again, “not a problem at all.”

all three of you were silent as you walked to his car which turned out to be a jeep of sorts, no surprises there and your friend got in the back, you got in the front and buckled your seat belt, your chest compressed a bit more as you tried to wave all of this as something friends did.

you were friends with him, in some way.

he got in as well and you felt twitchy in your seat, your eyes took in the unfamiliar car and jungkook watched as you saw another new thing in his life with boundless curiosity.

“you vape now?” you saw the three vapes thrown in the middle of the seat and he shrugged, “sometimes, you wanna try?” you shook your head, both as a reply to him and to shake away the odd memory of january 1st, when you had begged him to stop smoking.

“do you still smoke?”

“yep.”

you didn’t say anything as your heart sank.

he handed you his phone, as if it wasn’t something that contained everyone’s deepest, darkest secrets, he told you his passcode and let you choose whatever song you liked.

and as you scrolled through his song library, you found many songs that you had recommended to him years ago, “you still listen to these?”

jungkook tensed up, clearing his throat, he answered, “sometimes.”

you didn’t probe any further.

you didn’t play the songs you recommended either, things were weird already.

on the way, jungkook talked to your friend and then you, you talked to him, played all the songs you liked and at every stop sign, you ignored jungkook looking at you with a smile and soft eyes, as you turned to talk to your friend.

when you got down, you had a brief, disgusting thought of asking him to drive you around and just staying in his car to find out everything you missed in two years.

but you didn’t, you got down, you thanked him, he tipped his invisible hat at you and smiled, and you looked away, waving at him.

“not a word from you,” you told your smirking friend as you walked away from his car.

the rest of the night, you dreamed as your friends talked and got loud, you sighed as if you had someone to miss, you checked your phone constantly for any messages from him and sighed again when you didn’t get any.

but at midnight, your phone pinged.

jungkook: never thought i’d see you in my car lol.

you: never thought i’d be in your car.

jungkook: well, i’m always there if you need me.

jungkook: for a ride, i mean.

you: i’m always there too.

you: to give you company in your big, lonely car, i mean.

jungkook: is that so?

you: yeah, good night jungkook.

jungkook: god, good night.

both of you fell asleep with hope brimming in your dreams that night.

-

so, it started again, you texted every day, you told him everything you did in a day and he did the same for you, he still had this incredible ability to make you laugh when you felt down and you still fascinated him to no bounds.

and days bled into each other, you returned to the city where you studied, feeling a bit more homesick than you had before.

you got to know that he had failed some subjects in class, “how many?” you whispered as if it was a secret that no one should know, you couldn’t imagine failing, and he laughed, “it’s only five, you don’t have to ask like that,” but five failed subjects would’ve given you a heart attack.

he got to know that you started research with your professor, “will i understand even if you tell me what it is?” and you laughed, “i don’t think so,” he would later console you when the professor steals your work, “he sounded like a dick anyway, you deserve a much better mentor,” he pursed his lips when he heard you sniff on the other end, “do you think so?” and he couldn’t believe how little faith you had in yourself, “of course, i do.”

you started talking at night too, and those conversations, well, you never thought you would think of them again because they were so raw and so true and they reminded you of things that you thought you had forgotten.

through a phone, you both laid your hearts bare.

“have you been with anyone after…” his voice was rougher than you remembered, as if age and life had worn it down but both of you were still so young.

you weren’t as young as you once were though.

“yeah, one guy. and you?” you twisted the necklace resting on your collarbones as you asked him slowly, you didn’t want to know but you also wanted to know.

“a couple of people, yeah.”

“oh.” your disappointment was only felt by the four walls holding you in your room.

“none of them worked out though…none of them felt real,” jungkook bounced the smiley face foam ball in his hand as he stared up at the wall.

you didn’t know if he said that to console you or if it was just how things went.

“why not?”

“well, it all got so physical, there was no love or affection, i mean i didn’t feel it at all,” and you sucked in a breath, trying not to let jealousy coat your tongue when you spoke, “physical, huh.”

“don’t say it like that,” he laughed, sitting up on his bed, “these days, that’s how it goes, it shouldn’t but yeah, i guess sex just takes a front seat in relationships now.”

you didn’t want to talk about sex with jungkook, you didn’t want to know who he did it with.

“maybe.” you answered dismissively and he laughed again, “ey why are you being so awkward about it? it’s a natural thing,” and you groaned in embarrassment, “can we change the subject?”

“of course,” you sighed out in relief, “tell me, have you done anything at all?” you wanted to hit him through the phone and you let him know that, “i’m going to hit you, i swear to god, jungkook.”

“you gotta catch a flight for that now, so” he whistled into the phone and you didn’t fight the smile growing on your face, there were no witnesses except the darkness in your room, you were free to do whatever.

“i’ve only had my first kiss,” and jungkook regretted asking the question.

he had always thought he would be your first kiss.

“oh yeah?” he asked, no longer interested in knowing but for you, because it was already out, you wanted to share more with him, as a friend, so you kept going, “yeah, it was in a car,” your first kiss wasn’t bad, honestly it was everything anyone would want in a first kiss.

after saying that, you realized how dirty kissing in a car sounded, so you gasped and corrected, “but it was just a kiss, nothing else happened.”

jungkook shook his head, smiling into his phone, you still sounded so young, so much like the girl he fell in love with, “you don’t have to explain anything to me or anyone, you know that right?”

“right.” you breathed out, scolding yourself for overreacting.

“but, you know,” he said, in a softer tone, as if his next words contained magic, “yeah?” you whispered, your fingers now clutching your locket with all your strength.

“i love what we had,” and your breath hitched, your eyes filled with tears, and your adolescence that loved him reared its head again, “our love was so pure.” he continued, sighing into the phone as he turned over in his bed.

he never loved anyone the way he loved you, he didn’t even know he was capable of so much love until he met you and jungkook gave up on feeling it all again.

he waited for your reply with bated breath, not knowing if he went too far.

“it was.”

he smiled again; his heart filled with something that he tried to push away.

“don’t you have class tomorrow?” he asked, glancing at the clock that shined bright with 3:34, and you yawned, “it’s fine, keep talking.”

jungkook bit his lip to stop himself from squealing in happiness, you wanted to stay awake just to talk to him, “still, we have tomorrow, we can talk later, you go and get some sleep.”

and there was silence for a few seconds before another yawn came from you, “you know what, you’re right but we’ll talk later,” you said, a bit dazed from how sleepy you were.

“i’m always right,” he snickered and you scoffed, “whatever, good night, jungkook.”

“good night.”

you couldn’t stop thinking of his voice saying that your love was pure even when you dozed off and he clutched his phone to his heart, he could only wait for tomorrow to come sooner.

-

it was nice, not knowing exactly what you guys were or acknowledging your past, it was nice to pretend that you had never hurt each other in the first place. and many days passed by with both of you together, but not together.

“what did you do today?” you hummed into the phone as you fell onto your bed, you heard shuffling on the other side, and then noises, “uh i’m out right now,” his voice came in gargled and broken.

“oh, okay.” somehow, even if you tried to not think of it, you thought of how he never showed up to what would have been your first-ever date because he was out.

“i’ll call you later, is that alright?” he sounded like he was screaming over the sound and you couldn’t help but feel dejected, even if you had no right to feel that way now, “yeah, sure. have fun, good night.” you tried your best to sound perky and the call ended.

what were you even doing?

how did you think that talking to your ex would go or end well?

and why were you even still talking to the guy who broke your trust in people?

you rolled around on your bed, not being able to fall asleep, and not wanting to stay awake either, eventually, you gave up and read a book until you dozed off.

when you woke up the next day, there were no texts or calls from jungkook the way he’d promised he would. you threw your phone aside and got ready for the day.

then you woke up the day after, still nothing from him. and the day after, the day after that, and many days which you spent frustrated and alone.

you should’ve known how it would end with him.

-

jungkook: hellooo (4:40 pm).

you: hey (8:30 pm).

jungkook: busy day? (9:00 pm)

you: pretty hectic, yeah. (10:30 pm)

jungkook: call? (11:04 pm)

you: i’m pretty tired, another day? (11:10 pm)

jungkook: tomorrow? (11:24 pm)

you: another day. (11:37 pm)

jungkook: okay, good night. (11:45 pm)

you: good night. (12: 20 am)

jungkook: typing…

jungkook: typing…

he threw his phone away.

-

you weren’t sure exactly how it happened but soon, there were no messages or calls from jungkook, you heard from sunny that he shifted from the home down your lane but you didn’t bother texting or calling him either, you held your head high during the day and missed his voice in the night.

after a couple of weeks of minimal communication, you returned home with a nervous smile on your face, you hoped no one in your house noticed how often you checked your phone or how you sometimes talked to yourself in the darkness of your room.

you went back to the same café, again it was no one’s fault that there wasn’t a better café in your city, you sat across your best friend, sipping on your hot chocolate and nodding to whatever she said, trying not to avert your gaze to your surroundings.

you’re sure you saw jungkook outside, but you’re not sure if he saw you and a nervous pit sat in your stomach at the thought of seeing him again.

why did meeting him feel like the first time every single time?

you shook your head, leaning in to hear your best friend until she got up to use the restroom, you leaned back on your chair and let out a sigh.

you couldn’t even enjoy some good brunch without thinking of his ridiculous face.

then, the door opens and you pay no mind to it, you scroll through your phone, liking and watching reels and then someone sits next to you, and your eyes immediately snap up to tell them to fuck off.

but then your eyes melt.

“hey,” jungkook smiles, one of his cheeks pressed against his fist that propped him up and you almost smile back, you almost forget everything again.

the calls he never made, the texts he never sent, how he acted suddenly too busy for you, the invisible rejection, you were ready to forget it all, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be okay with that.

“is it easy for you?” he sits up, his smile wavers a bit, “what do you mean?”

“is it easy for you to act like nothing happened? like we never fought and broke up?” you didn’t recognize your voice; it came out so stern but you felt so weak.

“but nothing happened, sure we broke up, but that’s a normal thing, everyone goes through breakups and ends up as friends.”

“are we friends?”

he does not answer, he looks away instead at the painting of a dog on the wall.

and your anger almost runs you over.

“jungkook, are we friends?”

“…yeah.” he hesitates, jungkook feels his heart in his throat as you stare at him with so much disappointment and so much hurt, he never knew that you cared about the breakup, he had always thought that you would’ve moved on very quickly but the tears flashing in your eyes proved him wrong.

he didn’t know what to do with the fact that you were hurt during the breakup, he only pitied himself and thought of himself but he never stopped to think that maybe you had enough love for him, to feel hurt too.

“as my friend, i need to tell you something then,” you gathered your courage, you were going back tomorrow so you wouldn’t have to deal with the reality of it.

“go on,” he bit his lips and tapped his fingers on the table, and your friend walked back in, she raised her eyebrows at his figure sitting next to you and then looked at you with both concern and a thousand questions.

you stared at her with pursed lips and she nodded, grabbing her earphones, putting them on, and sitting across from you, head and eyes turned away from your conversation.

“i think i started liking you again,” you still liked him, “somewhere in the middle, i got a bit confused and my feelings grew again.” you watched his reaction with careful eyes, he only looked back at you with blinking eyes.

“but i don’t like you,” came his reply, and you sucked in a breath, heartbreak fresh as ever settled in your chest.

then, why did you call me at night and tell me our love was pure?

“i know, that’s why i said it in the past tense, i don’t feel that way anymore,” but you did, you just couldn’t do anything about it anymore.

“well then, that’s good, right? we can go back to being normal.” he clapped his hands with a joyous smile that made you want to rip his head off, “no, i don’t think i can do this anymore.”

his hands fell and so did his smile, his ego returned and put a scowl on his face.

“can you make a decision here?” he thought back to all the times you corrected him when he called you his girlfriend and his annoyance grew above his head.

“i am making a decision here, don’t get snappy with me” you spat back at him, your mind flooded with every time he led you on and hurt you, “i can’t do this confusing shit with you anymore, i don’t think we can ever be friends and i don’t see a point in trying to force it.” you huffed out, falling back on your seat.

“so, we just never talk again?” he mumbled, you couldn’t read his face anymore.

“i guess so, yeah,” another lifetime of yours flashed before your eyes as he nodded, pushing the salt and pepper shakers on the table, and then he got up abruptly.

please don’t run, please make me stay this one time, you tried to beg without saying a single word.

“then, let’s do that,” jungkook nodded at you again, he nodded at your friend and left the chair as it was before he ever came.

once again, it felt like he never existed in your life before this.

“are you okay?” your best friend’s earphones were now neatly folded on the table, and you nodded furiously, “of course i am, he’s just a guy.”

-

years passed again.

he cleared his subjects from what you’ve heard, you were done with your degree, on time unlike him, from what he’s heard and jungkook was on another step of his life again.

he stared at the unfamiliar faces in his class with resignation and sighed to himself, jungkook kept lifting and dropping his phone at every notification and groaning every time he saw it was from his life insurance, his one message remained unread.

jungkook: i start my master's today. (5:00 am)

he stared at the message until his eyes grew blurry, it was noon now and you hadn't seen it, intentionally of course, and just when he put it down one more time, he heard a ping.

you: good luck. (11:45 am)

he stared at it until he grew annoyed and deleted the entire chat.

-

you were going to america to study, it had taken a lot out of you in preparation for it and after hugging your parents and family goodbye and crying for hours in the airport, you pulled out your phone and nervously hovered over his profile. you started typing with dried-up tear streaks on your face.

you: i’m going to america today.

jungkook: really?

jungkook felt uneasy about the sudden large distance between you two even if you hadn’t spoken in ages.

jungkook: all the best.

jungkook: be happy, always.

you bit your lip as you looked away with a quivering chin and tears lined your eyes again, you deleted the entire chat too.

-

a year into being on a new continent, you felt all kinds of homesickness and excitement for your new home still, you worked harder than you ever had. and as bad as it sounds, you had forgotten that you once knew a boy called jungkook or that you ever loved him with your entire being.

he had become a thing of the past, something you never talked about anymore even if your friends brought up exes and relationships, he became a ghost of sorts, and only you could see him now.

you didn’t know what he was up to, if he ever finished his masters or racked up backlogs there too and you didn’t bother yourself by thinking about it too much.

but when it came to jungkook, you didn’t have to think about him to come into your life, he just came and went whenever he wanted.

nothing else could explain why you would find him, of all people in the world, under the neon lights of a house party that you were at, on a different continent.

and you didn’t feel anything, not any residual love or even the desire to be near him, you just felt wary about seeing him again.

he also saw you and gave a nervous smile. you smiled back and disappeared into the balcony.

suddenly, your wariness grew into pain, and your pain grew into a longing that you shouldn’t feel anymore.

you slid down on the wall and brought your knees up to hug them as you laid your head on your thighs and breathed, just breathed.

the balcony door opened again.

you knew who it was. maybe you had hoped that this would happen too, but for now, you didn’t look at him.

you heard his groan as he sat down beside you, his hands and knees almost touching yours.

and that’s when you realize, in all the years you’ve known him, this was the closest he ever came to you.

was this why he had called your love pure then?

because you had never touched each other, but felt each other in every corner of your existence?

“what are you doing here?” you whispered into your legs but he still heard you, “vacation, didn’t think i’d see you here.”

“i didn’t think either.”

“kind of ridiculous, isn’t it?” he laughed with emotion you couldn’t decipher, his warmth bled into you as you leaned on him a bit.

you felt the shape of a cigarette box in his pockets but swallowed your hurt.

after years, maybe you just wanted to touch him and see what it’s like. and he didn’t question your knees knocking against his.

“that we keep running into each other? i’m starting to think you stalk me,” you teased, a small weight of your longing lifted off you.

“oh please, if anything, you are stalking me,” he teased right back, feeling himself ease into this situation with you, just like every other time.

but as nice as it was to be this comfortable, you were still so consumed with questions that haunted you. and there was no one else here, no best friends, no sisters, no parents to worry about, no one but you and him.

“why didn’t you admit that you liked me back then?” you lifted your head to stare at him, there was no malice in your question nor any accusation, just curiosity.

“so, you knew?” he cleared his throat with a sheepish smile on his face, jungkook’s eyes shined the same way they had when you were in that bus, all those years ago.

“you told me our love was pure at 3 am, it wasn’t too hard to understand,” you shrugged, as if saying it out loud didn’t take your entire heart out of your chest.

he shook his head while laughing softly, “always such a smartass,” and you smiled, “you’re just too dumb.”

that’s when he really laughed and the stars of the night came together to light his face up as he threw his head back, you stopped yourself from falling in love again.

“well,” he breathed out, jungkook’s face contorted to become more serious and you knew that whatever he said next took a lot for him too.

“you always felt too big for my love, as if i could give you everything and that still wouldn’t be enough.”

your eyes dropped at their corners.

“what?”

“i don’t know, you were always so passionate, so good to others, so fucking smart and you had your shit figured out, you always told me these things that sounded so magical but i never fully understood them. i knew i couldn’t ever match up to that, even if i loved you with all of me,” he whispered, he clenched his eyes shut to avoid looking at you as he spoke, “i knew that even if i loved you, i couldn’t love you the way someone else could, someone who could love and match up to you.”

“jungkook,” you whispered too but your voice broke, and your throat grew scratchy with emotion.

“i’m telling the truth by the way, when you said you were leaving for america, it took everything in me to not pack a bag and follow you,” then, he opened his eyes and looked at you, you felt like you were back in 9th grade, staring at him with a tilt of your head.

“why did you say you stopped liking me then?” he asked next and waited patiently for you to wipe the corners of your eyes.

“i was always afraid that somewhere i would disappoint you and the idea of our relationship. you liked me so much and i felt that i had to live up to what you liked, otherwise, you wouldn’t like me and i’d be alone again,” you whispered the last part slower than anything else, “that wasn’t your fault though, i guess i was just scared of not being who i thought we would be.”

you sniffed and stared at your feet that lined up with his.

he stayed silent beside you until your sniffs grew louder.

then, he pulled your head over his shoulder and let you cry until the sunrise came and took away everything that the night tried to protect.

you woke up in an empty bed the next morning and when you left, you saw jungkook sitting on the couch, long arms stretching over the back of it, you stopped for a second to see if he’d get up and wrap them around you, to acknowledge all the love he showed you last night, you waited for him to utter a word that would make you stay.

but he only blinks at you.

you run out the door, you don’t know if his voice calling to you was him, or a creation of your deepest, most shameful wishes.

-

several years passed once more.

you don’t know why you invited jungkook to your wedding, you didn’t know if he would even come, but seeing him enter through the same doors that your now-husband had, pierced you with something sharp. he came up the stage, his eyes never left your face, and stood next to you for a photograph.

you didn’t look to see if he smiled or not. his hands hovered over your waist and your breath got caught in your throat, jungkook handed your husband a bouquet with a polite smile, he looked older, and quieter but his eyes remained shiny as ever.

when he started to pull apart and leave, you grabbed his arm, “stay for dinner, okay?” and he nodded, giving you a playful salute and exiting the stage.

you smiled at your husband and continued to take photos.

at dinner, you and your husband sat next to him as polite hosts would and talked about superficial things; jobs, taxes, work-life balance, and life.

“i think i’ll leave now,” he got up from his seat and you got up too, “i’ll see him off and come back,” you squeezed your husband’s hands which jungkook looked away from.

outside, it was just the two of you again.

“do you love him?” you weren’t shocked at his question.

“i do.” you really do.

“but you never loved me, did you?” he laughed bitterly, but his face held years of hurt and you held back your tears.

“i did.” you really did.

jungkook had been waiting to hear those words for half of his life and now that he’s heard them, he thinks he can let you go now.

“it was not easy for me to invite you.” you admitted with a nervous laugh, your eyes darting down to the gravel road.

“it isn't easy for me to be here,” he loosened his tie around his neck and his voice now reminded you of how old your first love got and how far away you were from the bus where you fell in love.

“but god, after so long,” your voice held every bit of yearning and nostalgia you felt.

a montage of your very young, very long, and very stupid love played in your eyes and you blinked it away.

“it sucks that we didn't work out.” it didn’t just suck, if jungkook told you how he really felt about seeing you with your husband, you would slap him.

he could do better, he won’t but he could.

“maybe we were just supposed to love each other then, you know? maybe it wasn't supposed to grow at all,” you answered, even if you knew it wasn’t entirely the truth, your love growing was out of your control.

but maybe you two weren’t ever supposed to love each other so much, maybe you were supposed to love each other a little and then let it go but both of you had been stubborn, both of you clung onto the innocence of your love, something that you paid the price for, for years.

“i dont know about all that, i just know that our love was-“

“pure.” you told and jungkook smiled, shaking his head, “yes, pure.”

“i still don't know why i loved you so much,” jungkook wondered why it had started, the deep infatuation and affection he held for you, was unnatural.

“i don't either,” you never understood why your lives were entangled for so long.

“will i see you again?” there was no hope in his tone, only a simple question with a simple affection.

“no, i think this is a good ending point, don't you?”

“so i don't get to show off my wife like you showed off your husband?”

“well in that case, maybe we will.” though, you burned on the inside as you imagined another person standing next to him.

“right, maybe we will.”

a silent smile passed between you two and when jungkook left, he squeezed your hands, “thank you for letting me feel love so early in my life. i wish you and your husband well.”

“thank you for loving me so early in my life. i wish you and your future wife well.”

he walked away but he looked back.

please don’t stay with him for too long.

you gave a weak smile.

please don’t find someone else.

and then you separated, another lifetime ended but this time, for the both of you.

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