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Drunken Proof

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, College!AU, Retired Fuckboy!Jeongguk (?)

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: No, just my mind coming up with one of the most cliché ideas ever. I hate myself :)

Summary: Dating someone who used to be a fuckboy might cause some constant insecurities to invade your mind. Who would’ve thought an argument and way more drinks than usual would be the reason for them to go away.

Update: Part 2 can be found in my masterlist!

With a frown and crossed arms over your chest, you watched as Hobi and Jin dragged your very drunk boyfriend to your room. Why your room, in your apartment and not theirs? That was exactly what you asked them as soon as they came out of it, ready to say their goodbyes and apologize once again for interrupting your sweet dreams at two in the morning on a Tuesday.

“He wouldn’t stop whining about wanting to come to you” Jin explained to you.

“He’s nearly passed out, I’m pretty sure you could’ve left him sleeping in the car and told him it was my house and he would’ve bought it”.

The two guys in front of you gazed at each other. They knew you were probably right, but they also wanted to help his inexperienced friend make up with his girlfriend, and if they had to do it the hard way by bringing him to you in such state, then so be it.

“We know you’re mad at him, b–”

“Good” you cut Hoseok’s words off, “because I am” your stern voice was all the confirmation they needed. “You guys do know we had a huge fight earlier today, right? And now I am finding out the first thing he did was go out to have fun and–”

“He wasn't” Hobi was the one to interrupt you back this time, “having fun…” you raised one of your eyebrows at him.

“He was having a hard time, actually. Just drinking his feelings away” Jin scratched the back of his neck. “We had to get it out of him to tell us where he was”.

You ran your hand through your face – heart feeling uneasy.

“I’m just… worried he might have not changed at all, that’s all”.

“Y/N” Hoseok drew your attention, “I can promise you he has. Yes, maybe not completely yet, but you have to understand he had never been in a serious relationship before”.

“We know he fucks up sometimes, but if what worries you is him starting to go to parties like crazy again and cheating on you…” your heart stung at Jin’s words, mostly because that was exactly what troubled you, “just know he won’t. He loves you. So damn much. He didn’t look at any other girl the whole night and he wouldn’t stop talking about you and how much he wanted to be with you right then”.

The three of you stood silent for a moment – their eyes following yours as you directed them to your room.

“Just think about it, Y/N. How many months was he trying to win you over?” Hoseok asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek, already getting his point. “Four” you mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

“And for him to be interested in anyone for more than three weeks says a lot itself – even more when by the fourth month the most he had accomplished with you was getting a date, which meant he then had to keep making an effort to make you his girlfriend. You really think he’d let it all go to waste just like that?”

That had surely been such a realisation for you.

Giving them a nod after a few seconds, you let them know it was okay for them to go and leave you to take care of Jeongguk. You would have to skip your morning class just to look after him and his hangover but, hey, that’s what you had implicitly signed up for the second you agreed to be his girlfriend.

You went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and some painkillers before making your way to your bedroom, where you saw your boyfriend already passed out in your bed. It really amazed you the effect he had on you, because yes, you were still mad, and you should’ve been even angrier in that moment, but… looking at his sleeping figure spread out in your bed, made you want nothing but to cuddle him.

Letting out a sigh, you went to sit by his side, placing the things on your nightstand before your hand instinctively went to brush away the few strands of hair covering his eyes, smiling weakly at how peaceful he looked right then.

However, the boys hadn’t even bothered removing his clothes for him to be more comfortable – they hadn’t even taken off his shoes. So, you tugged on the fabric by his right wrist, trying to take his leather jacket off. An almost inaudible whine and him moving his hand away was the response you got from Jeongguk. You tried one more time, only for him to do the same once again.

“Guk” you whispered, in a failed attempt of waking him up.

Since this time he didn’t even bother replying, you tried one more time to get his jacket off.

“Stop!” his hoarse and determined voice sent shivers running down your spine.

“I need to take your clothes off”.

“But I have a girlfriend” he said in a pout, not even close to giving in.

At that you sat up straight, staring at him absolutely baffled. Did he really not know it was you?

“Guk-ah, it’s me… Y/N” you informed him, a little taken aback.

He tried to open his eyes to get a glimpse of you, but they felt way too heavy for him to do so. Instead, he just shook his head no.

“She’s mad at me” he reasoned, releasing a shaky breath. Of course, why would you be with him when only hours ago you had been raising your voice at each other to the point he ended up storming out of your place? It seemed unlikely. “She doesn’t trust me because I used to be a fuckboy” he slurred – your heart hurting because of what he had just said. “So please leave me… alone… I don’t want to lose her”.

All the time you had loved him, fuckboy or not, you didn’t think it was possible for you to fall any harder for him. Right then, you proved yourself wrong. He proved you wrong. And it hurt you to realise just then how you hadn’t been doing a good job at keeping your trust issues from him – not because of him knowing about them, but because you were supposed to trust your own boyfriend. In a great amount, you did, it was just… sometimes there were certain thoughts you could not brush off no matter how hard you tried, but that was yours to work on and overcome.

After a few seconds you used to collect your mind, you decided there was no use on trying to take his clothes off. But you could at least try to remove his shoes, right?

Wrong.

As soon as you got a hold of his foot, he moved it away from your grip.

“Okay” you let out, going to sit down next to him once again as an idea came up to your mind, “how about you give me your phone so I can call your girlfriend and you ask her if I can tuck you into bed?”

Silence filled the room enough time for you to think he had fallen asleep again. But then, you saw him clumsily reach for the front pocket of his jeans and hand you his phone. Rolling your eyes in amusement, you unlocked it and dialled your own number to then give the phone back to him. How drunk must he had been not to notice your ringtone resounding throughout the room in that exact moment?

“Yeah?” you answered.

“Babyyy” his drunken, cheerful greeting, earned a smile from you. “I’m sorry about earlier… and I’m sorry I… got drunk… please don’t leave me…”

“I won’t” your quick reply contrasted your calm tone. He smiled blissfully. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Where are you?”

“I don’t know” he huffed, “and this weird girl won’t stop trying to take my clothes off…”

“Oh?”

“But don’t worry, I won’t let her” he dragged on, turning around on the bed so he could now rest on his stomach – still letting you get a glimpse of his face and the smug smile starting to form on his lips, “you are the only one who can look and touch all of this”.

This time you had to cover your mouth with your hand so you could hold back a laugh threatening to abandon your throat.

Drunk, vulnerable, and on the verge of passing out, he still somehow managed to be a cocky little shit.

“What an honour” you replied, loving how his previous smug smile turned into a sweet one. “Will you at least let her take your shoes off, baby?”

Nothing.

“Guk-ie?”

And then he nodded, as if you could see his actions through the phone. Funnily enough for you, you could indeed.

“Okay, go to sleep now. I’ll go get you in the morning”.

Another weak nod was his response, letting you know he was about to fall asleep for once and for all.

“Baby?” his voice surprised you before you could hang up.

“Yeah?”

“I love you”.

Giggling under your breath, you found yourself looking at him in utter adoration.

You knew he did.

Maybe his hyungs were right. Maybe he hadn’t changed completely – but he was human. He messed up just as much as you did, and, right then, you realised what worried you the most about the ghosts from his past, all those thoughts about him breaking your heart at some point by going back to his old ways or about him just playing with you, were nothing but that – thoughts; insecurities of yours that you had to let go of not only for your sake, but also your relationship’s. It was trust what relationships were built on anyway. It was about time you started trusting him entirely.

“I love you, too, baby boy” you replied sweetly, taking the phone away from your now fast asleep boyfriend before you pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.

It is mesmerizing that smells can bring us such great memories, moments and people in our head. Amortentia describes it very well and besides the original author being a crap, this is a very interesting way to think of a potion. But the best about this isn't just the smell: it's that, out of all the common senses, y/n discovered the real essence of Jungkook even if she pretended to hate him. It's the scent she's been in love for six years and no one else could smell. It's so overwhelming I started eating strawberries right now hehe. Thank you for writing!

—amortentia.

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: hogwarts/harry potter au / enemies-to-lovers + fluff

⟶ words: 5,486

⟶ rating: pg-13

⟶ summary: jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him — until a love potion outs him.

⟶ disclaimer: this is a repost of an old fic from my old blog since i know some of you were asking about it! i hope you enjoy!!

Jungkook loves strawberries.

He remembers fondly the warm summers as a child when he would go strawberry picking with his grandmother, and revels in the taste and the memory each time he bites into a fresh berry, the juices coating his tongue in sickly sweetness; he likes the smell of all the lotions and lip balms, candles and fragrances, that carried notes of the red fruit in comforting wafts, remembering distantly a time when his mother’s fruity perfume would breathe warm life into his cold house in the middle of a dull winter; he remembers sentimental times spent at the local cafe near his home, loving and basking in the way the homely and warm aroma of a freshly baked pie and the sugary tartness of strawberry lemonade would fill his nostrils and consume his senses, leaving his mouth watering. 

Jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him.

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i love shy jk :( he's such a cutie! and this gif totally doesn't match the story, i laughed so so much reading the end and coming back to the start just to see that THIS IS THE JK we're talking about. i could only see the doe-eyed baby we all know. anyways, i'd like to thank seokjin for being such a bad bitch and to sarah, cause you did a better job than these two in the snow lol.

jungkook scenario | black and white christmas

❝ The black and white decor of your office is exceptionally drab, but Jungkook brings a splash of colour to your otherwise boring existence ❞

➸ prompt: You and I are coworkers, but we barely know each other. Now we have to work through the holidays together, and it’s only us in this office…

➸ pairing: jungkook x reader

➸ requested by anon | 4.5k words | fluff, office au

When you first walked into your new office, ready to impress with the dress suit your mum taught you to iron carefully, and your files clutched close to your chest, you were overwhelmed by the sparseness of the building. The only colours to be seen were white and black. The desks and chairs, the drab modern art on the walls, the suits and ties of your co-workers - all black. Boring. That was what hit you first. The office was boring.

Even the coffees were black, you noted, as you sat down at your new desk to have a paper cup pushed towards you, the smell of caffeine rising from inside.

You looked up at the body attached to the hand that offered the cup, seeing a young man looking down at you, and all of a sudden, the sparse room felt splashed with colour as red rose to your cheeks. His strong brows, sharp jaw and dark eyes were the opposite of boring.

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it's been a while since i didn't read anything about werewolves and i liked that! it surprised me for good, the storyline is very good and i knew the feelings already grown between them two. also: jungkook growling. that's it.

You belong with me (JJK/ werewolf)

pairing: Jeon Jungkook| Reader words: 7.2K warnings: lots of fluff, smut, friends to lovers

genre: Werewolf Bts AU

Stepping out of the bus, I dragged the black suitcase behind me and adjusted the heavy backpack over my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I breathed in the crisp fresh air after ten hours of being cramped inside. It was good to be finally back. The bus honked once and left in a flurry of smoke and dust, blowing my hair into my face. Sneezing twice, I twitched my nose to the humid weather despite the burning Sun. It should rain soon.

Looking around, not much had changed, it was same bus stop I had been to fifteen years back.

Admittedly my memory is foggy since I was a toddler at the time of my last visit. The bamboo shed and seats though weathered remained as daunting as it was to me as a toddler. The enormous green and dense forest along with a single volcanic hill laid ahead, the road winding around the edge. A thin dirt path lead into the woods in front of me that was closed to the general public now. There had been many wild animal attacks in this area. Bears, foxes, wolves they didn’t really appreciate humans coming here and making noise, or worse, stealing their food and littering the otherwise clean place.

A few holiday cabins laid isolated a little deep into the woods along with a clearing in the centre of them with a small pond and waterfall hidden behind. I remember playing there and befriending a puppy in our month long stay. I had got so attached to them, I had refused to leave the forest and was depressed for the next three years. I had made it my mission to come back here for the puppies, even though in my heart I knew they were very much an adult now. I just hoped they would recognize me, if not like me. Though the trees stood tall, intimidating and very close together and had their branches intertwined and low, yet–somehow, the path had been cleared for a human– albeit tall and slender– to be able to pass through it.

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It warms my heart, my chest and even my hands with its sweater paws. This cute fic will remain at the comfort zone, together with the softness from all my favorite fluffs. Thank you for writing this heartwarming thing!

Big Enough for Both of Us | JJK

~summary: his jumpers are going missing. And ending up on you. An annoying amount of books, some very cold weather and an admin mix-up later, will things change between you and Jungkook? Jungkook x reader (she/her pronouns) ~word count: 4.7k ~college au, fluff, getting together Rating: pg13 Warnings: one (1) swear, suggestive conversation and misunderstandings ~a/n: another bingo square, this time for ‘oversized hoodies/sweaters’ as an early Christmas present for you all!

You were shivering as you turned the keys to your locker, barely balancing the stack of books in your arms as you did so. Not wearing a jacket today was something you were sorely regretting, muscles groaning in protest from the cold and the weight you had lugged here.

The squeak of the old locker was the most welcome things you had heard all day, already preparing to shift the cursed pile of books off your struggling arms.

But as the door clanged softly open, all you could do was stare.

Something was already there.

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i laughed SO HARD i choked in my orange juice. okay. THAT was cute indeed!!! the way jungkook is so whipped and oc doesnt realize is also endearing and im in need of a neighbor like that *cries*

spidey-spidey

sry for the repost my blog was hidden </3

“The itsy bitsy spider may have crawled up the water spout, but I have a broom to wipe your bitch-ass out.”

PAIRING(S) -> jungkook x fem!reader/aspiring author!reader + side yoonmin

GENRES(S) -> college au, neighbors au, friends to lovers au, humor, fluff, suggestive

SUMMARY -> Your neighbor slash crush Jeon Jungkook is exceptional at exterminating bugs from your apartment. And also at kissing you.

WORD COUNT -> 7.8k

WARNINGS -> profanity, lewd language, suggestive content (making out, heavy-ish(but not rly) petting), scientifically and anatomically incorrect depictions of spiders, creepy crawlies, yn is awkward as shit, and she makes bad jokes + puns, then again so does jungkook but he’s cute so we pretend we do not see

AUTHOR’S NOTE -> hello lovelies ♡ so i’ve been working on this oneshot since winter and i finally finally finished it (even tho it’s not that long i just procrastinated rip)!! lowkey inspired by a tik tok!!special thanks to the jk solo staning @chanluster for being the inspiration behind a specific line (you’ll figure it out). oh and also being the inspiration for the bugs you fucking vermin. finally, this fic also qualifies for #11 of @ficscafe ‘s dialogue prompt event!! i hope u enjoy (:

The spider has taken your apartment hostage.

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first of all, I should say the art gallery as a workplace reminded me so so much from the first dorama I've seen! it's one of my favorite scenarios.

then, I'd like to thank you for writing this! i live for jungkook saying sorry with his doe eyes and this fic screams this softness.

sharp cookie - JJK | M

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x reader

summary: when your ex-boyfriend, aka new boss, asks for a chance, you struggle to believe him when he says that he has changed his womanizing ways.

based on this request.

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 13.1K

warnings/tags: strong language, CEO!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, Y/N is impulsive, explicit smut-unprotected sex, dirty talk, choking, edging, slight overstimulation, fingering, soft to rough sex, multiple positions, creampie, masturbation, oof fucking with a diamond necklace on

a/n: hope you liked this anon!

∞

“Hello, it’s nice to finally meet you Y/N-ssi.”

Bowing, you smile at the tall, bespectacled man, taking his extended hand in yours.

“Just Y/N is fine, you are…?”

“I’m Kim Taehyung, I’m kind of like the art collector here.”

Taking the seat that he points to next to the reception desk, you survey your surroundings, the empty space glowing in the golden hue of the lighting, the smell of fresh paint still lingering in the air. You love the peace and quiet here, a stark contrast to your previous working environment.

“So…”

You gesture to the walls, a boxy grin splitting his face as he walks over to where you’re seated.

“You probably know that we’ve just got done with setting up this place. Most of the pieces are on their way here. I have a few in the storage but I need to work through them and get them out here. Have you met Kim Namjoon? The manager? He should’ve been here by now,” he glances at his watch, “we’re still sorting out his office so he’s at the reception desk for now, your office is done. I mean, that is if you get the job. Which I totally think you will! I’ve seen your credentials.”

You chuckle, waving him off, “it seems like I’m the only one here for this post.”

Nodding, he tugs his pants at the knee as he sits down next to you, “others were here yesterday, but our boss can be picky. He came in personally for the interviews, said that marketing is one of the most important aspects when it comes to an art gallery.”

“Yes one of them, I think that your job is absolutely paramount in this business.”

He shoots you a smirk, “guess we’ll be working together.”

“If I get this job,” you counter, giving him a playful smile.

“Which you will.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the space, holding the copy of your resume tightly in your hands. After a few minutes of silence, a thought that has been nagging at the back of your mind comes to the forefront.

“When you say your boss can be picky…you’re talking about Kim Seokjin right?”

He opens his mouth to answer when the sound of a phone ringing interrupts him.

Trotting back to the reception desk, you watch him answer the phone and mutter a few ‘okays.’ Putting the phone down, he beams at you, “you can go in now. Fighting!”

Rubbing your palms on your skirt, you adjust your bag around your shoulder and walk to the door he had indicated earlier. You knock on the door twice, but no one answers. Taking it as your cue to enter, you open the door and shut it again carefully, spinning around to see a large desk in front of a floor to ceiling window, a man in a suit with his back facing toward you as a woman next to him seems to be adjusting his tie then starts buttoning up her shirt, a large smile on her face as she smooths her hair down.

Clearing your throat, the woman takes notice of your presence. Her eyebrows furrow, loud voice startling you.

“Who said you could come in?”

Taking a few steps forward, you place your resume on the desk in front of the man whose back is still facing you.

“Taehyung, at the reception…”

Gaze flicking between your face and the resume, she picks up a black pen, shoving the folder around.

“We already have this,” you notice some of her red lipstick smeared on her chin.

“I know,” you swallow, “it had said that I should carry one to the interview.”

Leaning back in her chair, she crosses her arms, placing one leg over the other as she points to the chair in front of the desk. The man’s hand reaches for her thigh, squeezing it through her black stockings. You bow, trying to calm your breathing as you prepare for their questions.

“So tell us, why should we hire you?”

Jumping right into it, you think. You feel a little tense from the way she’s looking at you, almost like she’s sizing you up. But you push those thoughts away and think of why you’re here in the first place.

“When I read the job posting, I noticed that you were looking for someone with a mid- or intermediate level of marketing experience for the art gallery. If you have a look at my resume-“

“We’ve already been through your resume. Give us something else.”

You hold back a cough when the man interrupts you, back still turned to you. How rude.

Do these people even know what a proper interview entails? How unprofessional of them to be intimate during working hours, especially when a potential employee is in their presence. They probably think you can’t see what’s going on behind the desk. Judging from this short exchange, it seems like you won’t be able to work with people like them.

“I’m sorry,” you stand from your seat, grabbing your resume from the desk and bowing one last time. Giving the back of the man’s head a glare. You’ll find a job elsewhere, you’re here in Seoul after years and there are plenty marketing jobs out there. You just thought that working in an art gallery might be a little exciting, far different from your other marketing posts.

You’re about to sling your bag over your shoulder when the woman whispers something to the man, he spins around, finally showing you his ug-

“Jungkook?”

“Y/N?”

You stare at each other, jaws touching the floor, frozen in place.

5 YEARS AGO

“I love this weather.”

The boy sitting next to you hums, too engrossed in his phone to actually appreciate the weather.

You adjust your position on the couch, placing your chin on your hands as you watch the raindrops trickle down the window.

“Did you speak to your dad and brother?”

He shakes his head, lip tucked between his teeth as his thumbs work at a fast pace, typing away. Your eyebrows furrow, wondering who he could be chatting to if you’re sitting right here. It can’t be any of his family members, they’re too old to chat. Plus, his friends are probably pissed out drunk at this time.

“Who are you chatting to?”

Shaking his head again, he moves away from you, elbow digging into the armrest.

“Jungkook,” you whine, “you’ve been on that damn phone ever since we got here. This is our chill time. Remember?”

“Fuck Y/N, could you stop being such a nag?”

You’re a bit taken aback at his tone, he never raises his voice at you, ever. Something is definitely up.

Scooting closer to him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest into his back and kissing the mole on his neck. He sighs, locking his phone and placing it screen down on the couch. He unhooks your hands from around his chest, gently pushing you away, eyes not meeting yours.

A small frown forms on your face at his reaction, he loves your cuddles, you can feel tears prickle your eyes.

“Y/N,” he scratches behind his neck, you watch him attentively, waiting for him to tell you what’s wrong.

“I think…I think we should break up.”

You can feel your heart thud in your chest, hands shivering as you blink at him. The boy in front of you suddenly a stranger.

“W-Why?” Tears start to roll down your flushed cheeks, nose clogging up.

“Because…We’ve been together for so long since high school and-“

“SO?!”

Your face is hot, anger seeping through you at his words. How could he suddenly have this change of heart, everything was fine just yesterday. You’re trying to look into his eyes but he avoids your gaze, picking at his calluses.

“We’ve been together for so long and aren’t you bored?”

You surge forward, taking his hands in yours, “no, Jungkook, I’m not bored. I love you. I meant everything I said before. I will never get bored of you-“

Your voice is nasally, shaking as you try to plead with him.

Removing his hands from your hold, he places them in your lap, his eyes finally meeting yours and the look in them tells you everything you need to know.

“B-But you’re bored of me?”

More of a question than a statement but his face lights up like you finally got what he’s trying to say. Your heart thunders in your chest, stomach flipping at the thought that Jungkook won’t be in your life anymore. That you weren’t enough to make him stay, that your words meant nothing to him, that all his words could’ve been lies.

“Not bored…But I think we should see other people, I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to but Y/N, we’re gonna be twenty-two very soon and- and don’t you think that five years is a long time?”

You don’t respond, knowing that when Jungkook has his mind set on something, no one, not even you could change his mind.

“I think that these are our years to have fun, not be in a committed relationship.”

His words strike through your chest, you just want him out of your sight.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He smiles, coming closer to give you a hug but you push him away, giving him a teary smile back.

“So let’s watch a movie now,” he reaches for the remote but you snatch it from him.

He gives you a perplexed look, you avert your gaze to the hallway.

“Uhm, I think I’m coming down with the flu. Can I rest?”

“Y/N, don’t be like that…”

“Don’t be like what?!”

Your chest is heaving, his eyes are blank as he searches yours. He grabs his coat and heads for the door, muttering a ‘bye, Y/N’ as it clicks shut.

Wordlessly, you grab the tissue box from the coffee table, padding down the hallway and locking your room door. Flopping face first into your mattress, your cries are muffled, unsure of what to do with the hurt that surmounts physical pain.

What hurts the most was that he didn’t even seem sad to not be with you anymore. He even thought that everything could go back to normal, that you could be friends despite having so much of history together. No more Jungkook and Y/N.

You’ve even had your first time together after you graduated high school, your sobs get louder when his face of pure happiness and pleasure fills your mind, how he made sure to be gentle with you, how you explored your likes and dislikes together.

He was probably the sweetest, most considerate guy you have ever met in your entire life, how could you miss the signs? You try to pinpoint a moment from today, from yesterday, from last week, last month, when did things change for him? When did he realize that he doesn’t love you anymore? What if he never loved you? You literally handed him your heart all those years ago, you can still remember the day you fell in love with him.

Your blanket is soaked with tears, but you couldn’t care, you only care about the fact that Jungkook was probably lying to you all this time. How easy it was for him to let everything go.

Sitting up on your elbows, you wipe your tears away roughly, sniffling as you snatch your phone from the nightstand, blocking his number and blocking him from everything.

If only it was that easy to block him from your heart.

Weeks pass and Jungkook’s intentions became perfectly clear to you when you saw him at a few parties during the weekends. A different girl on his arm each time you saw him on campus, not an ounce of sadness, when you spend all your nights crying and thinking of the past, wondering where you went wrong when you were so in love. At least, you know you were.

You know that it would be a long, long time before you get over him, a new man in your life is out of the question. Despite the fact that Jimin is trying extremely hard to set you up with his friends. They’re charming and sweet, but you don’t want to hurt someone else due to the fact you aren’t over your ex.

You decide to channel your energy on things that matter, things like your career and your future. It’s okay to think of him now and again, but time heals all wounds.

PRESENT

Jungkook can feel the blood rush to his ears. He stands from his chair and makes his way to you, your eyes are as wide as saucers as you look him up and down, he smirks, doing the same. You look as soft as he remembers, however, the look in your eyes tells him that years have passed, a much more mature woman standing in front of him. Before he can think twice, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. He shuts his eyes as he sniffs your hair, your sweet candy scent now replaced with rich vanilla.

When you break apart, he can’t tear his eyes away from you, the interview and everything else forgotten. You look beautiful in the beige coat, he always loved neutral colors on you.

“Do you two know each other or something?”

His eyes flicker to Soojin still sitting at the desk, he knows how intimidated she gets in the presence of his attractive clients, he can only imagine how she must feel in front of you, especially when his hands are still placed on your shoulders.

Taking a step back and away from his hold, your voices overlap as you answer the question.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Jungkook chuckles at your response, you might be right, you knew each other. Past tense. He’d love to get to know the new you.

“Y/N, this is my assistant Soojin,” he watches you give her a wary smile.

“Soojin, this is Y/N, Euphoria’s new Marketing Manager.”

Jungkook doesn’t give Soojin time to protest before he’s handing you a few documents.

“Soojin, would you give us a few minutes, thank you.”

When the door shuts behind her, he turns to you, his smile doesn’t falter as your face is set in a blank expression.

“You didn’t have to give me the job, that wasn’t a proper interview.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walks over to his chair, gesturing to the jug of water on the table. You shake your head, taking the seat you had previously occupied, scanning the documents he gave you.

“I know you’re capable,” he shrugs, unable to take his eyes off of you, you’re even more beautiful than the last time he saw you, he cocks his head as his eyes rake down your figure, not much to see with your long coat concealing most of it but he does notice that your boobs look fuller. Your habit of forming a pout as you concentrate on signing the documents makes him smile.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” you speak, gaze still fixed on the documents.

He chuckles, knowing what you’re referring to. You must’ve seen the interaction with Soojin.

“Well, I can only hope you haven’t.”

Your eyes lift to meet with his, a smirk plastered on his face. You still have the same blank expression on yours as you hand him the documents, gaze unfaltering as he lets his fingers brush yours as he takes the stack of papers from you. You bow, carrying your bag as you walk to the door. He’s a little confused, he thought that you would catch up on these past few years.

“Hey, wait, Y/N. We haven’t seen each other in years,” walking over to you, he buttons his blazer, hearing you sigh.

You stop in place, turning around to give him a smile, one that could be described as professional.

“I’ll see you tomorrow sajangnim.”

His eyebrows furrow, you’ve known each other since high school and now you’re acting all formal with him.

“What’s with the formalities? How have you been, Y/N? You look great.”

“Thanks, you too,” your eyes flicker to his lips, “red looks good on you.”

You turn on your heel, exiting the room with him still confused at your remark. He doesn’t have any red on him?

-

“Oh my God, Jimin. I don’t know what possessed me to sign those papers.”

You hear your friend chortle over the speaker, “the power of Jeon dick!”

“Please,” granola stuffed into your cheek, “that dick has been all over the country.”

“Yeah, but it was fresh when you had it.”

You set the spoon in your bowl, pointing at the screen threateningly, “I did not call you to discuss Jungkook’s dick.”

He raises his hands defensively, “I’m just saying, you did say he got better each time.”

“Chim!”

“Okay okay, I’m done. But in all seriousness, don’t you think it’s weird that you completely missed the fact that he owns that gallery.”

You nod, swallowing your yoghurt, “when I did research, he was literally nowhere on the site, it just stated that Kim Seokjin is working on the development of the art gallery. BUT when I checked on the site a few hours ago, and did a little more digging, turns out that Kim Seokjin works under Jeon Jungkook, owner of Jeon Inc, who owns that building and left that space for the sole purpose of building said gallery.”

“I think it’s so funny that all he ever complained about when you two were together was how he’ll never take over his father’s business yet here he is.”

You hum, “but one thing I know for sure, he’s still a massive flirt. It’s just so…weird that he happened to be-“

“Your boss!”

“Uhm yeah, I just hope he keeps me out of his love affairs. We might be exes but the only thing I’ll have with him is a strict professional relationship.”

“Fate is inevitable Y/N.”

“I think it was just the circumstances.”

Jimin yells into the speaker, “don’t deny fate!”

“Stop yelling! I miss you! When are you coming back to Seoul?”

“Hmm, before the gallery opening, don’t worry.”

“You better,” you warn, “I’m gonna need you there.”

“Why?” He smirks, “need me to save you from Jungkook’s massive schlo-“

“Shut the fuck up Jimin! That’s it, goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams, or should I say sweet di-“

Shutting your laptop, you set your now empty bowl on the nightstand and pull your blanket over your head. You need all the sleep you can get for your first day tomorrow.

-

It’s 6:46AM when you arrive at the building, Taehyung had messaged to inform you that they plan on opening the doors to the public by the end of this week, so that means earlier mornings for now.

Pushing the glass doors open, you see someone sitting at the reception desk, not Taehyung. He lifts his head when he hears your heels clicking on the tiles. Waving, you make your way over to introduce yourself, this must be Kim Namjoon.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, the-“

“Sales Marketing Manager of Euphoria Gallery, I’m Kim Namjoon, just the regular manager around here but it seems like I’m also the receptionist,” he stands from his seat, two deep dimples denting his cheeks.

Chuckling, you shake his hand, “Taehyung had told me that you’re still looking for a receptionist and your office isn’t complete as yet.”

He walks around the counter, “yeah. Guess I just have to deal with it for now. Come, let me show you your office.”

As you walk along the small hallway that’s near the reception desk, he fills you in on what the plans are for this week. How they had received over one hundred submissions when the opening of this gallery was announced.

“Taehyung’s got his work cut out for him,” you toss your hair behind your shoulder to readjust your bag.

He nods, fitting a key into a white door with a blank nametag stuck to it.

“So do I, he’s just the dealer, I plan the exhibits and stuff. And so do you Y/N. I already set all the files on your desk, you’d just have to work through them,” he holds the door open for you to enter, bright sunlight lighting up the space, “but Taehyung handled the first few sales until someone took your-“

Both you and Namjoon spot someone sitting behind your desk, he spins around in the black leather chair.

“Jungkookie? What are you doing here this early?”

Namjoon’s voice goes high-pitched to show his surprise which matches yours, but Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on you. You see Namjoon look between the two of you from the corner of your eye when silence settles in the warm space.

“Leave us hyung.”

Namjoon silently exits the room, closing the door behind him as he goes.

You avert your gaze to the view behind him, setting your bag and water bottle on the desk as you speak.

“I think this is supposed to be my desk.”

He chuckles, sitting up from the seat and pushing his coat back to stuff his hands into his pockets.

“It’s all yours, sweetheart.”

You scoff, walking to the desk to skim the files that Namjoon had mentioned earlier. “What do you want?”

“Can’t I talk to an old friend?”

You lift your head to look at him, “an old friend? I think you’re forgetting something.”

Taking a step closer to you, his eyes move up and down your body, you suddenly feel so exposed under his gaze. You take a step back and hold up your palms to keep him away.

“I remember everything about you, Y/N.”

“Listen. Jungkook. This is my job now which I take very seriously. I don’t have time for all your bullshit. I’ve left that in college. So would you please keep this relationship professional?”

He stops in his tracks, cocking his head to the side as he searches your eyes, you take notice of the eyebrow piercing.

“Funny, you’re here today.”

His eyebrows furrow, “I own this place, Y/N.”

Folding your arms, you lean your hip on the desk, “I mean, funny that you’re here, where you are, today. Jeon Jungkook, owner of Jeon Inc. I didn’t think you’d give in to your father.”

That seems to rattle him a bit, he moves to stare out the window, “on my terms of course.”

You hum, remembering his parent’s aversion to tattoos and piercings.

“That’s why I’m investing in this gallery,” he continues, “it’s something I want. And if I can’t sell my art then I’ll help others sell theirs.”

It still doesn’t make sense to you, but you’ll let it go for now. If you continue to talk about your personal matters, you’ll eat your own words of keeping this relationship strictly professional.

Sighing loudly, he turns around to look at you and you flicker your gaze to the files on your desk.

“I have work to do.”

He nods in understanding, walking over to the door but not before calling over his shoulder, “I’ll be back, Y/N.”

Is that a threat or a promise?

-

The week passes by quickly and it’s already Friday, you, Namjoon and Taehyung had worked tirelessly throughout the week to get everything in order for the opening tomorrow.

Jungkook was there every day, without the woman from your interview, at your desk, still pestering you about…you still have to figure out what he wants from you but the bedroom eyes he keeps shooting your way gives you a vague idea. Which is a warning for: avoid at all costs.

It’s only natural to keep your guard up around him. He ruined your chances of love for a few years, constantly keeping your walls up around men who could’ve possible been good for you. Jimin had said that you shouldn’t project your trust issues on others but it’s just you who has trust issues. It’s a part of your character now, to constantly be wary of what they say to you, not to believe them so easily.

If you’ve pushed other guys away because of him, your scepticism is heightened with Jungkook. He is the one who caused it in the first place, the one who shattered your heart and then pretended like nothing ever happened. Even now, you’ve obviously gotten over everything but there’s still a part of you that aches, he was your first love, your first everything.

You exit the elevator with Taehyung, chatting excitedly about tomorrow when he halts in his step. Following his gaze, you notice Jungkook standing a few feet away from you at the lounge area, watching the two of you.

“Goodnight, Y/N. See you tomorrow,” you tug on Taehyung’s cardigan.

“Where are you going?”

“It looks like he wants to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” you pout.

Chuckling, he detaches your hand from his clothing, “well, you have to. He’s our boss and I know he can be a bit scary but- Wait did he try his tricks on you or anything?”

You see Jungkook’s pierced eyebrow jump when he sees the two of you whispering, “he’s actually my ex from college days.”

“Seriously? Wasn’t he kind of a-“

“Before that,” you roll your eyes.

Taehyung’s mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, glancing at Jungkook then leaning over to speak in your ear, “he’s probably gonna ask you to be his date for the opening tomorrow. Just say you’re going with me.”

You nod, then turn your head to look at Taehyung again, “but I can’t lie, he’ll obviously be there tomorrow.”

“No you idiot! You are gonna be my date!”

“Ohhhhh, thank you…for asking me.”

“Yes,” he hugs you then pushes you in Jungkook’s direction, “now go.”

Stumbling in front of Jungkook, he raises a finger to point between you and Taehyung’s retreating figure, “what’s going with you two?”

“Oh nothing.”

You honestly don’t have to explain yourself to him.

“What did you want,” you question, glancing at your watch like you’re so desperate to get home to your key lime pie.

“Oh,” he smooths down a strand of hair, “would you want to come with me to the opening? You know like a date? A plus one?”

You click your tongue, “Taehyung already asked me. I’m sorry.”

Even though you’re totally not sorry.

You see a flash of something wash over his features, but you don’t know what it was. Probably not used to getting turned down.

You hear him mumble Taehyung’s name and you realise that you’ve been standing there awkwardly. Saying goodnight, you begin to walk away from him when he calls out your name. Stopping with your hand on the silver handle, you curse and turn around, seeing him make his way to you.

“Then let’s have dinner, have you eaten yet?”

Crap.

“No, I haven’t,” not even trying to conceal the irritation in your voice.

“Then let’s eat, I can take you to this one restaurant, their steak is to die for. You love steak, right?”

Your stomach growls at the mention of steak and your heart clenches at the thought that he actually remembers what you like to eat. But you shake your head, burying that feeling.

“Yeah but my car is here.”

You find yourself following him into the parking lot.

“I’ll ask one of my drivers to take it to your apartment. Keys?”

“You know where I live?”

Your voice sounds so dumb when it came out and you want to slap yourself because obviously he would, he-

“You’re my employee Y/N.”

“Right, right.”

“Keys?”

He holds out his palm, you rummage through your bag and drop the keys into his hand. He beams at you as he unlocks his car.

“Get in, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Sluggishly, you open the passenger side door, the fresh scent that could only belong to a new car fills your nostrils. He always liked Mercedes. As you’re appreciating the interior, you suddenly acknowledge that you’re sitting in Jungkook’s car. What the fuck are you doing? It’s been five years and this man is still in your life. Twenty-two year old you is shaking her head right now. Pathetic Y/N. Just pathetic.

You can feel yourself panic, breath starting to get heavy. Calm Y/N, calm. Deep breaths. This is just dinner, it’s fine. Nothing else, just a boss and his employee having dinner at 10PM after working hours. Oh my god, how unprofessional of you Y/N? What makes him so different? Remember that guy you turned down from accounting? Jung Hoseok? Just because he asked to have dinner with you after hours, yet here you are, in Jeon Jungkook’s car. The very same guy who ruined you for guys like Jung Hoseok. What the fuck are-

“Alright,” you didn’t even notice the car door open until he spoke. He’s busy checking his rear-view mirror and starting up the car.

You stare out the window, trying not to think to much into the situation. This is just for the steak.

He revs his engine, and you think he’s going to reverse out of the parking space, but he continues to rev, and you turn your head to look at him, seeing him have one hand on the steering wheel while the other is on the gear, a smirk on his face as he watches your reaction.

You feel your stomach flutter, he probably remembers the time that you told him he looks hot while he drives. This time, in his grey three-piece suit, he looks even sexier. But would you admit that to him? Absolutely not.

After what was probably five minutes spent revving his engine to seemingly impress you, he drives out of the building’s parking lot, speeding along the road.

He keeps the radio off, probably thinking that you’re going to engage in conversation, but you keep your eyes on the road. Trying to keep steak on the brain.

Ten minutes later, you arrive at the swanky restaurant, taking a seat at the far back table in the corner. His choosing of course.

The people at the restaurant seem to know him well, if the way the head chef rushes out of the kitchen to present the menu to him is anything to go by.

“Not tonight’s special, just steak for me and the pretty lady.”

The chef bows and files into the kitchen, the other cooks following close behind.

You admire the restaurant’s gold and black interior, mostly couples, who chatter and laugh, around the two of you.

Your gaze travels to the man in front of you, seeing him already looking at you with his elbows rested on the table and his chin on his knuckles.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he sighs, “I just can’t believe that we’re here.”

You cock an eyebrow, tracing the rim of your wine glass with a finger, “where are we?”

“You know, here.Five years later, older and wiser, we’re both successful, sitting in a restaurant like this with fine wine.”

He lifts his glass in your direction and takes a sip, you chuckle.

“Sure you’re wiser, Jungkook?”

He gives you a defeated smile, “in business, maybe. In women, I’m hoping to be soon.”

You’re suddenly paranoid about the look he’s giving you. You open your mouth to ask him what he means but you’re cut off when the bubbly chef presents the steak. You smell it before you see it, jowls tingling at the scent.

“Jeon-ssi and his pretty lady,” he bows in front of you and you lift a hand to object but his sweet, crumbly smile makes you shut your mouth.

“He’s waiting to see what you think,” Jungkook whispers from across the table, already taking his third bite of the meat.

Picking up your fork and knife, you carve out a bite-sized piece and pop it into your mouth, taste buds tingling at the delectable taste.

“It’s absolutely delicious, thank you.”

He bows again and heads back to the kitchen.

“So, you like it,” Jungkook prods, proud smile on his face like he had prepared the food.

“I love it, thank you,” serotonin coursing through you due to the tasty food you’re eating.

He clears his throat, “so tell me about you and Taehyung?”

You stop mid-chew, “what about us?”

Honestly, you were expecting to ask him about your life and whatnot. But a man of his capabilities, he probably knows everything he needs and wants to know.

“I saw you two earlier. And you work closely at the gallery. It’s okay to have a few flings at work.”

You choke on the wine, “I keep my relationships strictly professional when it comes to the workplace. Less drama. I think I told you this before.”

“Yet here you are,” he chirps, “having dinner with your boss.”

You tuck your tongue in your cheek, your twenty-two-year-old self wagging a finger at you. I told you so.

You should’ve known, Jungkook doesn’t know limits. You have a good mind of leaving this restaurant right now and leaving Seoul for eternity. Why did you ever think you could have a decent conversation with him? His intentions always show themselves as he speaks.

“What do you want Jungkook?”

“A chance?”

“A chance for what?”

“To show you that I’m not who I was. That I’ve changed. That I’m not the same immature guy from college. I’m a man now.”

Did his voice just deepen at that last part?

This is what he wants, to lure you into his trap and break your heart a second time. You cannot give in to him. You will not.

Lifting your head to give him an answer, you’re met with two pleading, doe-eyes. The kind that takes you back five years ago, the kind that you fell in love with.

“Let’s see.”

And then the bunny grin, “is that a yes?”

You sigh, “I’ll see if you’ve changed for myself.”

Tucking into the steak again, his voice sounds too victorious, “I’ll prove it to you.”

-

Jungkook adjusts his shirt sleeves, turning to the side to check that his pants sit right. He’s nervous for tonight, his first solo project without his brother’s assistance. He’s even more nervous about the fact that you’ve given him a chance, not that he doubts his abilities to make you fall for him again. It’s just that women love him, they stick to him like glue and he hopes that you don’t take it the wrong way.

He has to be good to his clients and employees.

Sending Soojin a quick text, he lets her know that he’s on his way to pick her up.

He’s about to leave his house when he realizes that he hasn’t sprayed on any perfume. Running back up the stairs, he heads to his closet, choosing a fragrance that he thinks you might like then giving himself one last look in the mirror.

Show time.

-

Thanking everyone for their kind words, he receives tons of praise for the gallery as he enters, Soojin holding tightly onto his arm. He scans the crowd, trying to look past one of his elderly clients to find you.

“Want a drink, babe?”

He shakes his head, Soojin proceeding to the small bar set up near the entrance.

After five minutes of being stopped by every single person he passed, he spots you. White dress with your hair pinned up in a bun, pink lipgloss that looks like the natural shade of your lips when they’re swollen, the exact shade that reminds him of your lips slick with his saliva after a heated makeout session.

Adjusting his tie, he walks in your direction, seeing Taehyung standing next to you, also wearing white. Fuck. Did you two plan to match? And he’s wearing black. He stops to watch you from afar, seeing Taehyung lightly place an arm around your waist, giggling as you admire one of the pieces.

He walks back to the bar and orders a beer. It’s been a while since he’s felt like this for a woman, he feels so territorial, so possessive of you. It doesn’t even matter what that ass Taehyung does anyway. He’s the boss and you gave him a chance.

No one else.

Downing the beer, he sees Soojin saunter over to him.

“Hi babe. Let’s talk to a few more people shall we?”

Soojin puts her arm in his as they walk, he’s too pissed off to give a shit about anything else.

-

“I think that this one will sell first.”

“Nah. People like abstract. That one will.”

You follow Taehyung’s gaze, an ahh leaving your mouth in understanding.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that we’re both wearing white today,” you giggle.

“Well, you’re wearing a white dress and I’m wearing a white shirt. And you happen to be my date for the night. Totally not weird.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and following Taehyung to the next display. He’s fun company.

You’re about to comment when a squeal interrupts you.

“Taehyung!”

“Hi, Soojin.”

The woman, Soojin, is the one that was at your interview.

“Hey Y/N.”

The breathy whisper tickles your ear, and you turn around in shock, seeing Jungkook standing too close with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, hey Jungkook.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to his chest, your eyes widen in surprise, aware of the people around you.

“What are you doing?” You hold your palm up to his chest while the other balances your drink in your hand.

“Can’t I hold you like this?”

“What? No, you cannot.”

You squirm out of his grip, gaze flickering to the red patch on his white dress shirt. Red lipstick.

“You gave me a chance?”

“Yes I did,” you speak through gritted teeth, “but I didn’t say that we were together or anything. You can’t hold me like that.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when Taehyung did it. Are you together?”

“What? No,” you try to keep your composure, “what is your problem?”

His eyes burn into yours, anger evident in them, with your own rage consuming you. You should’ve known that Jungkook only had one intention when he asked for a chance. You probably have two completely different perspectives on what that could imply.

Soojin tugs at his arm, she looks between the two of you. Red lipstick stretching with her mouth as she gives you a half-hearted smile.

Your eyebrows raise in realization, he just wanted to fuck you. Like he doesn’t get enough.

You turn to walk in Taehyung’s direction but a hand around your wrist stops you from moving.

“Let go of me, Jungkook.”

“No.”

You whip your head around to stare at your hand, seeing his tattooed fingers curled around your wrist.

“Jungkook,” you stand in front of him so you’re toe to toe, “I said let go of me. I gave you a chance and you blew it. Now let go of my wrist.”

“How did I blow it?”

“By being yourself. You’re just a pathetic womanizer who uses money to get your way. Now let me go.”

He drops your hand and you walk away from him, Taehyung standing across the room, a confused look on his face.

As you’re walking, a figure tackles you. Working fast you spread his legs with your foot and grip his hand from around your back, twisting it and shoving him away from you. He yelps in pain.

“OW! What the fuck Y/N?!”

“Jimin?”

“What is wrong with you? Is this how you greet your friend when you see him after three months?”

You surge forward, throwing your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck.

“I missed you. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He strokes your hair, “Jungkook saw your little show, so at least he knows not to mess with you.”

You chuckle, “c’mon I have to introduce you to someone.”

-

“So let me get this straight. He broke up with you, then fucked every single girl from your HR class?”

“And my Anatomy class!” Jimin adds, cheese strings slapping his chin as he takes a bite of the pizza.

“Mhm,” you suck some sauce off your thumb, “and he bragged about it to everyone. Including my friends.”

“So that shows that he didn’t regret it at all and he never actually loved Y/N,” Jimin speaks with his cheeks stuffed, nodding to you because you’ve had this discussion a thousand times.

Both you and Jimin wait for Taehyung’s response to all this. He pushes his glasses up, “and he said he didn’t want to be in a serious relationship at the time?”

“Committed,” Jimin corrects and you nod again.

“Honestly, from like, a guy’s perspective, no offense Jimin, maybe he knew that he couldn’t control his raging hormones? Maybe he didn’t want to hurt you by cheating on you, so he broke up with you to save all the heartbreak.”

“But I was still heartbroken in the end!”

“Yeah but, what if,” he crosses his legs and wipes his hands with a tissue, “you were meant to be together now?”

“You’re on to something, Tae.”

You look between Jimin and Taehyung, then spot the smirk on Jimin’s face.

“No. Jimin, if you bring up that fate bullshit one more time-“

“Let’s just listen to what Taehyung has to say!”

He clears his throat, “I’m just saying. I know he sleeps around a lot and I’m not trying to justify any of his actions. But like what if he really meant what he said? About proving to you that he’s changed?”

“That doesn’t even matter. Soojin was his date for the night and I saw lipstick on his shirt!”

Taehyung chuckles, then points to a red stain on his white shirt, not sauce. Red lipstick.

“She gets it on everyone. If you’re wearing literally any light color, you’re doomed if she’s anywhere near you. Plus, I haven’t seen him with her since the day of your interview.”

“But, but,” your eyes search the lounge, “that day! At my interview! It looked like they just fucked before I entered the room!”

“Okay maybe they are fucking but maybe he won’t now that you’re in the picture.”

You give him a wary look, still unwilling to accept whatever he’s saying.

“What exactly did you say to him today? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that. He looked so angry, yet sad at the same time…”

You gather the empty pizza boxes, “I told him that he blew his chance.”

“How?”

“What?”

“How did he blow his chance idiot???” Jimin yells into your ear, completely breaking your train of thought.

“Fuck Jimin, can a bitch think?”

“No.”

You roll your eyes and face the couch where Taehyung sits again, “he, like, put his arm around my waist. And when I tried to push him away, he said that I didn’t have a problem when you did it.”

Taehyung eyes widen.

“Then when I tried to walk away from him, he gripped my wrist, like literally everyone around us was staring! Even Soojin was there! I just didn’t like that he thinks he can do whatever he wants just because I agreed to giving him a chance.”

Taehyung and Jimin sigh in unison.

“Shouldn’t that tell you something, if he doesn’t care who’s around and he doesn’t mind being seen with you? Honestly, the only woman I’ve seen him with in public was Soojin, and that’s because she’s his assistant, no one will really suspect anything.”

“Yes but-“

“I think you gave up too quickly.”

“What?” Your eyes bug out of your head, and you hear Jimin snigger from beside you, collapsing onto the rug, sandy blonde hair covering his face.

“What else did you tell him?”

You try to ignore Jimin’s wails of laughter, “I told him that he blew his chance by being himself. And that he’s a pathetic womanizer…something like that.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, you really deflated his ego,” Jimin wipes a tear from the corner of his eye.

“I think you should shut the fuck up Jimin. Taehyung, it isn’t my job to inflate his ego and I only spoke the truth,” you shrug.

“Yeah, but you gave up too easily. He didn’t even get a proper chance, the poor guy.”

You open your mouth to counter, but he cuts you off.

“It’s up to you, but I think you should speak to him on Monday.”

“What should I say?”

He shrugs, “just think about everything. From the very beginning. Think about how he said he’ll prove to you that he’s changed and you didn’t even give him twenty-four hours before you gave up.”

A few minutes pass as you take his words in.

“Up to you, of course.”

Maybe you were a little harsh.

Monday rolls by and after thinking it through literally the entire weekend, you decided that the next time you see Jungkook, you’ll talk to him and apologize for blowing him off but you won’t apologize for the way you reacted when he held you like that. You aren’t one of his hook ups.

You sit at your desk, answering a few emails and browsing the sales that took place after the gallery opening, Taehyung pops into your office, whispering as he goes.

“He’s here, if you wanna…”

“I’ll just wait for him to come here, he’ll definitely pay me a visit.”

Nodding, he exits the room and you take the opportunity to touch up your lipstick before Jungkook enters.

Five minutes turn into ten into twenty into thirty minutes waiting for him to walk into your office. You get restless and decide to take your lunch break now.

Walking down the small hallway, you see Taehyung and Namjoon, who look like they’re deep in conversation as they stare at the computer screen.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey.”

You lean in close to Taehyung, “where’s Jungkook?”

“He didn’t come to see you?”

You shake your head.

“Oh, he left about ten minutes ago.”

Oh.

“Okay, I’m gonna head out for lunch.”

Walking out the double doors, you can’t help but think that it’s odd that he didn’t come to see you. The one week you spent working at Euphoria was filled with him pestering you at any chance he can get.

You’ll just wait for tomorrow.

-

The week is over, and you didn’t see Jungkook once, he always leaves before you get to see him. Work is getting even more stressful with thousands of submissions from artists looking for representation. Taehyung and Namjoon deal with the hectic parts of it but you still have to find a way to ensure that each artist is dealt with when it comes to showcasing their work.

It’s two weeks later when you finally see him, but his behavior has you feeling a little edgy.

You were talking to Namjoon about the next exhibition when you see him enter, he nods to everyone but completely ignores you and you can’t help but feel a little angry at that. He’s pretending that you don’t exist because he did something wrong? That can’t be right.

Maybe what you said to him that day really hit a sore spot?

You huff, walking over to him, ponytail swishing behind you as your heels click with each step.

“Hey Jungkook.”

He keeps his eyes on some papers as he stands at the reception desk, “Hello Y/N.”

“How are you?”

“Superb. And you?”

“Good.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes,” you clear you throat, “you can start by telling me why you’ve been avoiding him since the opening.”

He drops his pen, eyes still not meeting yours, “why don’t you tell me? Hmm?”

“I-“

“Or you can’t because you’re you, right? So entitled, such a goody two shoes, never makes any mistakes.”

His eyes finally bore into yours and you feel your cheeks heat, grimacing at his tone.

“What are you talking about? You have no right to be angry with me.”

“I have no right?” He takes a step forward so he’s towering over you, you gulp, “I asked for a chance and you took the first opportunity to call it a day. I told you that I’ll prove to you that I’ve changed. Then you insult me, you don’t even know me anymore just like I don’t know you.”

You open your mouth to speak, even though you have no idea what will come out, but he speaks before you.

“I know that I’ve fucked up in the past but I’m not the same guy anymore Y/N.”

“You sure?” You cock an eyebrow and he raises his own in question.

“Literally everyone knows that you sleep around.”

“Yes I do, I sleep around, I fuck who I want whenever I want. But I’ve never cheated in my entire life. And the last time I actually wanted a relationship was with you.”

His eyes soften as he continues, you can feel the blood rush to your ears, slowly slipping under his hold that seems so intoxicating.

“I know that you’re guarded, I know that you’re finding it hard to trust me again but I promise, none of the women I’ve been with ever came close to you,” he shakes his head, “and I’m not just saying that, I mean it.”

He lifts his hand to hold your shoulder but lets it fall to his side.

“Would you mind giving me another chance?”

You bite your lip in contemplation, his beady doe-eyes patiently waiting for your answer. You did feel guilty after that night, not only because of the talk you had with Taehyung, but because you regretted saying those things to him as soon as it left your lips.

He can sense your hesitation and he sighs, taking a step away from and you suddenly feel a chill run down your spine.

“I’m leaving for Tokyo tomorrow, for a week before the next exhibition. I’m going alone but if you want,” his eyes search yours, “you can come with. Bring your work along.”

He gathers his files and walks out, leaving you a little lightheaded with his scent still lingering around and his words still nudging into your heart.

You pace around your room, phone in hand. It’s easy for you to just call and tell him that you’ll go with him but at the same time, it isn’t. Someone who caused you years of heartache, is asking for another chance. Can you risk it? Are you willing to take that chance?

Thinking of what Taehyung and Jimin had kept saying, you groan, flopping down on your bed as you chew on your lip. Maybe it was meant for you to be together now? When you’re older and more experienced. If you didn’t break up all those years ago, he would’ve probably been bored of you now if not earlier.

Sitting up and folding your legs under your body, you make up your mind.

He answers after the third ring and suddenly, you completely forget the reason why you dialled his number in the first place.

“Hello?”

You shut your eyes, “hey, it’s me.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah…”

You hear his clear chuckle filter through the speaker, causing your stomach to do backflips.

“Made up your mind?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And…I’ll come with,” you twiddle with a strand of hair.

“Really?”

You can literally hear the happiness in his voice, and it makes you smile too.

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll book your ticket and fetch you tomorrow at 3PM, okay?”

“Okay.”

“God, thank you Y/N.”

“For?”

“For giving me another chance, even though I don’t deserve it.”

You roll your eyes, still smiling, “bye Jungkook.”

“Bye Y/N~”

Tossing your phone on the bed, you jump and down, trying to let out the excitement and nerves. Then you smooth your hands down your nightgown, inhaling deeply.

You hope you aren’t making a terrible mistake.

By the time you arrive and get settled in at the hotel, it’s already dinner time and Jungkook shoots you a text to inform you that he’ll meet you downstairs, so you can eat together. You’re a little nervous, no, you’re extremely nervous and you have no idea what to wear to dinner, so you opt for a black strappy dress that sits mid-thigh.

Jungkook’s room is right next to yours, so when you finally leave your room, you see him doing the same and he does a double take, eyes sweeping over your figure, making you blush as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He was never good at hiding his emotions.

He pokes out his elbow for you to shove your hand into the small gap, smiling at him as you wait for the elevator.

“You look amazing, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you admire his black dress pants and shirt tucked in, sticking to his slim waist, “you too.”

“Thanks,” he ushers you into the elevator, palm at the small of your back.

It’s quiet as you go down, watching the numbers change on the small screen, waiting for 1 to appear. The elevator doors open with a ding and he takes your hand in his again, walking along the glossy floors as you take the turn in through the restaurant, warm air hitting your face while he chats to the hostess.

“Right this way,” you follow her as she takes you to a seat right at the back of the restaurant, a cozy table with Jeon printed on a white card.

“We’ll be with you shortly,” she bows and makes her way back to the front.

Jungkook pulls your chair out for you and pushes it in as you sit, he takes the seat opposite you.

You find yourself in a similar position to the other night, except you’re in much fancier clothes at a fancier restaurant and you’re aren’t having an internal debate as you watch the man in front of you.

“Let’s order, then we can talk about whatever you want,” he smiles.

“Whatever Iwant?”

He nods, “whatever you want.”

“What if you don’t like what I talk about?” You poke, the yellow lighting making a sunset form in his eyes as he leans forward.

“I’ll still let you talk,” he shrugs, gesturing to the menu in front of you.

You order and eat, and it’s quiet again, the same recurring quiet that settles between the two of you. Glancing at him, you see he’s already watching you.

“What?”

“I’m waiting for you to talk.”

“Oh,” you take a sip of your drink, “well I do have a lot of things I want to ask you.”

“Go ahead.”

You think about your conversation the other day, the one that was cut short.

“What made you change your mind about joining your father’s business?”

He purses his lips, takes a swig of his own drink then wipes his mouth.

“I felt like it was the right thing to do.”

“And abandon your dreams?”

“I agreed to go to business school all those years ago for a reason, Y/N,” his eyes meet yours, “and I didn’t abandon my dreams.”

You place your arms on the table and lean forward, “really?”

“Yeah.”

“You did tell me that you opened the gallery to sell other’s art, even if you can’t sell yours. When that was your dream, to let the world appreciate the emotion that spills in the form of color on a canvas.”

There’s a glint in his eyes, not the kind you see every day, but a different one. And you realize that you remembered his words after all these years, like he whispered them to you just yesterday.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, gaze still piercing into yours and you feel a throb in your abdomen as his tongue runs over his lower lip.

“I will, when the time is right.”

“No better time than now,” you shrug.

“Yes, no better time than now,” he repeats, and you see the smirk form on his face, the hidden implication becoming clear to you.

The hostess had come to your table to inform you that the restaurant will be closing soon, and you’re shocked when you notice that it’s after midnight, you had spent hours chatting to Jungkook about the past, the future and Euphoria.

You’re a little buzzed from the champagne but you manage to make it to your room door, Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist as yours is curled around his neck, no objections from you this time.

You lean on the doorframe, giving Jungkook a giddy smile as he opens his door, the feelings that were dulled by grey clouds and chilly weather are now being refreshed with the rain and sunlight, making the corners of your mouth stretch until it hurts.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmurs, shooting you a wink that makes you clench your thighs together. God, how long has it been since you last got laid?

“Aren’t you gonna come in,” you’re hearing yourself say, pointing to your bed. Maybe you’re NOT a little buzzed.

He walks over to you, and you straighten your posture, breath coming out in pants.

“Maybe some other time,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he dips his head and you shut your eyes, puckering your lips only for him to kiss the corner of your mouth, a bewildered look on your face.

He places his hand on your back again and gives you a gentle shove, you stumble into your room. He grabs the handle of the door and pulls it shut behind you.

For his own sanity.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he flings it on the floor, chest heaving as he lays on his back, hands coming to remove his belt.

That was probably the hardest thing he has ever done in his entire life. His dick is the hardest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life as it springs from his underwear.

Throwing his head back against the soft pillows, he shuts his eyes, thinking of your sweet smile, your laughter playing in his head like a broken record.

Curling his fingers around his shaft, he hisses as he pumps his length, precum smearing everywhere as he thrusts into his hand, the curve of your waist flashing behind his lids, the sound of his name escaping your lips filling his ears. He fists his dick erratically, twisting around his head as he digs his teeth into his lower lip, imagining it was your tight pussy instead of his hand, warm walls gripping him like a vice.

He cries out your name, hips lifting of the bed as he fucks into his fist, heat shooting through his body as his dick twitches, trying to remember the way your tight pussy felt. Oh, the first time, it felt like heaven and it just kept getting better each time.

With a few more pumps, he cums all over his stomach and hand, curses filling the air as he cracks his eyes open, your face the only thing enshrouding his mind.

He doesn’t think he’s ever cum this hard and fast from just his hand.

Cleaning himself up, the thought of you never slipping, he can’t help but feel like he’s falling for you again. The way you both just click in ways he never did with anyone else. He was a dumb asshole for letting you go all those years ago. But now he knows for sure.

He cares about you, he wants you to be his, he wants you more than anything in the world.

As he catches sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, the upper part of his body a bright pink, he knows he can’t fuck this up.

The next morning, you decide to do a little shopping to pass your time. Jungkook had informed you that he’ll be extremely busy this morning as he has to meet with a few clients and business partners. Obviously, your schedule here doesn’t revolve around him, you also want to do a little sightseeing of your own.

After hours of shopping and squeezing your wallet, you take a break on the bench in front of a pretty water fountain near the hotel, soaking in the sunlight as butterflies float around you, unfamiliar voices filling the silence.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You lift your head to stare at the man with the raspy voice, but the sun blinds you.

“Yeah,” you reply as he sits down next to you.

You clutch your purse closer to you and it seems like he notices your action, a chuckle, deep and throaty, reaches your ears.

“I come in peace,” he laughs and you finally turn your head to look at him.

Blond hair, pushed back, making it easier for you to notice two cat-like eyes blinking back at you, pink lips set in a pout, he speaks again, and you realize that it’s just the way they’re molded, he isn’t pouting. He’s…attractive.

“You’re not from here,” he inquires, and you think that a man with such soft features couldn’t possible be a murderer, right?

“No, you?”

“Nah, Seoul, actually.”

“I work there,” you add, keeping your eyes on the trickling water.

“So, you’re here on holiday?”

“Guess so.”

You see him nod from your periphery and you think he’s done but he continues to speak.

“I’m actually here for some business, I’m an online art curator.”

That catches your attention.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Kind of like-“

“I know what that is, I work in an art gallery.”

He whips his head to look at you and you do the same, the sun making his unbelievably clear skin glow.

“Really?”

You nod, and he thrusts his hand in your direction.

“Min Yoongi.”

You give him your name and he smiles, eyes not leaving yours.

“So which gallery do you work for?”

“Euphoria Gallery.”

“In Seoul?”

“Yeah,” you respond, seeing a quizzical look appear on his face so you continue, “it opened a few weeks ago.”

“Ahhh,” his eyes widen a little in understanding, “I haven’t been to Seoul in over two months.”

It’s silent for a while and you think he might be done with his interrogation but obviously he isn’t.

“So what do you do there?”

You look at him again, a serious look on his face and you think you might answer a few more before you head back to the hotel.

“I’m actually the Marketing Manager.”

“Oh, so you’re actually more on the business side.”

“Guess you can say that.”

You pat your thighs then stand, carrying all your shopping bags in one hand while the other rummages through your purse for your phone.

“You’re staying at this hotel?”

You nod politely at the inquisitive man.

“Me too,” he springs up from the bench, the motion causing you to jump back a bit and drop a few of your bags.

He bends down to pick them up and you do the same, your fingers brushing each other, and you blush from the proximity, his woody scent surrounding you.

“Let me help you.”

“I’m fine.”

“These are heavy,” he hooks a few into his left hand and you watch his muscles flex as he stands up to his full height.

“Okay,” you shrug, letting him follow you back to the hotel but before you can head to the elevators, something catches your eye and you stop walking, the blond behind you huffing as he bumps into your back.

“I’m sorry, could you just wait for a minute.”

He nods, sitting down on the couches not too far away.

Poking your head around the corner, you see Jungkook with his side leaning on a counter, smile in place as he talks to a tall woman, she giggles and flicks her hair over her shoulder, swaying over the small space as he places his hand on her neck, fiddling with her necklace.

You swallow, feeling your throat constrict, tears blurring your vision. Backing away from the wall, the terrifying thought that this was all a mistake crosses your mind. Your back hits something warm and hard and you turn around to see the man from earlier, your shopping bags still in hand.

“Are you okay?”

You blink away the tears, smiling at him, “yeah uhm…”

You look up at him again; he’s damn good-looking, just your type and helpful. His job is even in the same field as yours. You aren’t going to hold back because of an asshole like Jungkook anymore, he can take his chance and stick it.

“I’m gonna take these up,” you struggle to take them in both your hands, “if you want, we can chat a little about the gallery.”

His eyebrows raise, gums being exposed as he smiles, “yeah sure sure. I’ll wait here for you.”

He sits down on the couch again and you smile, running your hand along his back as you make your way to the elevators, “see you in bit Yoongi.”

You’re trying to focus on what Yoongi’s saying but your mind keeps taking you back to Jungkook and how you fell for him yet again, how you’re hurting yet again. You should’ve known that it won’t be easy for him to just ditch his shitty ways, you hold back a sob.

“So, I told him that I can’t take his offer because I’m actually starting a website-“

Yoongi seems interesting, but your eyes keep travelling to his arms down to the tips of his fingers. He has such pretty fingers to go with his muscular arms, Rolex moving with his hand as they track his words. It seems like you’re looking for anything to distract you from the dick that is Jungkook.

“Y/N?”

You lift your head to see Jungkook standing near the couches where you and Yoongi sit, he has one hand behind his back and you give him a clueless smile.

“Oh, hey Jungkook. This is Yoongi, he’s an art curator.” You let your knee brush against Yoongi’s, seeing Jungkook’s gaze follow the movement.

Yoongi stands to shake Jungkook’s hand, “nice to meet you Jungkook.”

Jungkook gives him a discerning look, then smiles and takes the seat next to him.

“So, you’re an art curator? Y/N here must’ve told you about the new gallery I’ve just opened.”

You roll your eyes at his subtle flex.

“I actually handle a website based on my job.”

Jungkook nods, “maybe you should visit us in Seoul…”

And just like that, Jungkook hijacks your conversation with Yoongi while you sit slack-jawed, both men completely disregarding you, Yoongi even turning his back to you as he talks to Jungkook. Jungkook even gets his number before you and soon, he’s waving goodbyes to the both of you, while you sulk.

Jungkook sighs, “good man. So, you wanna get lunch?”

“Fuck no.” Rushing to the elevators, you turn around to see Jungkook hot on your heels, pushing the elevator button like the side character in a horror movie, you curse when you feel Jungkook behind you.

“Running away from me, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

The elevator dings and you walk in, he presses the button for your floor before you can.

“I saw you.”

“Saw me what?”

You look past him and into the elevator mirror, seeing him hold something under his coat, behind his back.

“Cut the crap, Jungkook. You only want to fuck me.”

“Y/N,” he sighs, “I told you this before-“

“I saw you with that lady, you were laughing with her and and touching her!” You feel the lump build in your throat again as you watch the look of surprise on his face.

After a few minutes, you reach your floor and he grips your wrist, dragging you to his room while you wriggle in his hold.

“Jungkook!”

“Calm down, Y/N,” he yells over your cries, and you have no choice but to follow him in his strong hold, then you see he’s moved the thing that he’s been holding to his front, tucked into his coat. Fuck. What if it’s a gun and he plans on killing you.

He enters the code for his room and pulls you inside, tears painting your cheeks.

“The lady you saw,” he begins, kicking off his shoes then sitting on his bed as he produces a blue velvet box, about the size of a dinner plate, “she’s a jeweller, I called her here. She was showing me all different kinds, but none were to my liking but then I noticed the design that she was wearing and I liked it.”

He opens the box, revealing a white gold necklace, glinting in his bedroom light.

Pulling it out of the box, he holds it in his hands delicately as he walks over to you, standing behind you as he places it on your neck.

“It was for you, Y/N. And I meant it when I said that I changed.”

You’re speechless, looking down to admire the piece of jewellery with diamonds dotting the knots at the centre. Turning around to look at him, he has an exhausted look on his face, one that makes you feel guilty.

“It’s beautiful,” you can’t keep your eyes off of it.

“Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful woman like you,” he pinches your chin to lift your head up so you’re looking at him, seeing the exhausted look replaced by something fond.

“Things don’t buy my love,” you quip and he hangs his head to laugh.

“I know, but I was hoping that this could sort of be like a promise ring? In the form of a necklace? I’m not good with these things.”

“A promise ring?” You giggle, eyes softening at the way he rubs his neck, reminding you of the boy you fell in love with.

“Y/N I am sorry, but you have to trust me, please. I won’t hurt you again.”

You nod, “I’m sorry too. For not believing you.”

“You don’t ever have to be sorry, I fucked up,” he takes your hands in his, placing two sweet kisses on the backs of your hands.

Taking a step forward, your body presses to his as he reaches down to run an index finger down the side of your face, sending tingles up your spine.

Dipping his head, his minty breath fans across your face, making you lick your lips in anticipation. Finally, he closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours as his hands cradle your face. You place your palms on his chest, pushing him so the backs of his knees hit the bed, tumbling down with you on top of him.

Licking into his mouth, his hands travel down your back and to your ass, squeezing the flesh and making you moan into his mouth as his tongue slides along yours.

“I want you,” you pant, kissing up his neck and sucking the soft skin under his ear, remembering all the spots that gets him going.

He grips your hips, pressing you onto him so you can feel his throbbing member against your core.

“Jungkook,” you whine.

In one swift movement, he flips you over, ridding himself of his coat, shirt and pants while you work on removing your dress and bra.

Once he gets his eyes on your almost-naked body, he groans, his dick twitching in its confines as he takes in the swell of your breasts, greedily palming them as he bends down to take one of your erect nipples into his mouth, slurping noisily as he flicks his tongue, thumb rubbing over the other nipple, making you keen into his touch. They did get bigger.

Reaching down, you’re just as greedy as you palm him through his boxer briefs, humming against your nipple, making your back arch off the bed. With one last bite to your nipple that has you gripping his hair, he comes up to place a searing kiss on your lips, your body feeling hot as arousal pools between your legs.

“Jungkook,” you whisper against his lips, “need you.”

“Yeah?” He searches your eyes, almost urgently, “need me inside you?”

You nod, biting your lip at his words, “wanna cum around your cock.”

His eyebrows raise, “someone’s got a dirty mouth,” he licks a hot stripe up your throat to your lips, “I like it. Makes me want to fuck you senseless.”

You whine, trying to rub your thighs together for some friction but his body between your legs restricts any movement. His eyes flicker to the wet spot growing on your panties and he dips his hand down, rubbing you through the drenched material, hissing when he feels how wet you are.

“Fuck, you’re fucking soaked for me. Want my cock so bad hmm?”

You nod, the cool necklace around your neck digging into the warmth of your body.

“Let me hear how bad you want my cock,” he dips his hand into your panties, running two fingers along your folds then circling your clit, moving faster as each second passes.

You moan, gripping his shoulders as you rock against his hand, he chuckles as he watches your fucked out expression.

“I said let me hear you.”

He pushes two fingers into you at once, making you dig you nails into his skin as his fingers massage your walls, “hmmf wanna c-cum so b-bad around y-ah!”

He curls his fingers, hitting the exact spot that has you twitching under him, you open your eyes to see him smirking down at you.

“C’mon baby, tell me what you want,” he moves his fingers in and out, hooking them and rubbing the pads against that spot that has you a blubbering mess.

“Cock! Want your cock so bad!” You cry, moving your hips in tandem with him movements, the pressure building as you feel your high so close.

Gripping his wrist, you throw your head back and yell his name only for him to pull his fingers out, you whine at the loss, your high was so close.

You watch him pop his fingers into his mouth, groaning in pleasure, “you taste even better.”

“Jungkook, please.”

He removes the last piece of clothing from both your bodies, leaving the necklace on as he leans down to hover over you, pressing just the right amount of weight onto you that has you groaning and gripping his shoulders again.

“You wanted to cum around my cock?” You feel him run the head of his dick along your folds, tapping it against your clit, making you jolt under him.

“Yes,” you whisper, loving the way his muscular chest presses against your soft mounds.

With no warning at all, he pushes into you, dropping his head to your neck as he bottoms out, giving you time to adjust to his girthy length. With a drawn-out groan, he pulls out of you, only to slam back in, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Does that feel good?” He whispers into your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, making you bite into his shoulder from how good his cock dragging in and out of you feels.

“Yeah,” you whimper.

“Yeah? You like taking my cock like this?”

He pulls out of you, sitting up against the headboard and pulling you onto his lap, lifting your hips to position you over his dick, he slams into you as you steady yourself.

“Or like this,” lifting his hips off the bed, he thrusts into you, the new position has him reaching new depths and pressing into that sweet spot.

“Fuck Jungkook, fuck me any way you want,” you yell, pleasure consuming you as he pistons his hips, gripping your waist as he fucks you open.

“Yeah? Any way I want?”

You nod, eyes shut as you throw your head back, exposing your neck to him. He wraps a hand around your throat, not applying any pressure but pushing you flat onto the bed with his other hand.

Curling his hand around your thigh, he throws your leg over his shoulder, repeating the action with your other leg as he lets your body fold in half, wrapping both his hands around your throat as he watches his dick move in and out of your tight hole.

Your eyes roll back from the new position, feeling yourself clench around him as he sets a ruthless pace, drawing his hips back and slapping back into you, skin on skin, squelching and low groans filling the air.

“Like this? Yeah? Fuck you’re so tight. You gonna cum?”

Whining, you place your hands around the backs of your knees, holding your legs up as he starts to squeeze around your throat, your boobs bouncing with each thrust, necklace moving around this way and that. He presses his fingers into the sides of your throat, making you feel lightheaded as his cock continues to rub against your walls, hitting that sweet spot relentlessly, feeling your body erupt in a wave of tingles as your orgasm washes over you, mouth open in a silent moan, you hear a string of curses leave his lips as his own high takes over him, shooting hot ropes into you as you twitch under him.

You open your eyes to take in his expression of pure bliss, heart racing even more at the sight.

Letting go of your throat, he captures your lips in another intense kiss, smoothing your sweaty strands away from your face as he pulls out of you, another whine mingling with his breath, feeling the hot liquid leak out of you.

He lays down next to you, pulling you into him as he studies your face. You break the silence first.

“That was-“

“I love you,” he interrupts.

You blink at him not quite comprehending what he just said but he repeats it, placing kisses all over your face as he chants the words.

“I love you Y/N, so much. You’re the only one for me. I’m going to marry you soon.”

He snuggles into your chest and that last sentence leaves you a little breathless, even more breathless than before. You decide to surrender yourself to him, no hesitation, no ifs or buts. Because it feels right, both your heart and mind are in agreement; it feels right.

Running your fingers through the dark strands of his hair, he lifts his head to stare at you, his arms secured around your back, warm breath hitting your chest, big doe eyes that you could never, ever hate, even if you wanted to, blinking up at you.

“I love you too.”

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— FLICK OR TREAT (m.)

pairing; jungkook/reader genre; e2l, fuckboy au, smut rating; explicit words; 3,345

— synopsis; you hate jeon jungkook with every fiber of your being; but arousal doesn’t discriminate between like and dislike.

contents; fuckboy!jungkook, frat boy jungkook, enemies to lovers, hate fucking (sort of), unprotected sex (stay safe!), creampie, public sex (in the library), rough sex, clothed sex, marking/biting, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom!jungkook. (this is just a pwp.)

You hated Jeon Jungkook.

You hated him. When you’d first laid eyes on him, snapback atop his head and laughing obnoxiously with his buddies before the professor walked in on the first day of classes, you’d rolled your eyes and thought you knew exactly what he’d be about. He was trouble—most definitely cocky and most definitely too stupid for this class.

Oh, how wrong you’d been.

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I miss the Olympics so much :( This made me pretty happy remembering it! It's funny how one of the gymnastics athletes from my country actually won a silver medal lolll And while it happened, a lot of people said that JK would be a great gymnast, so it's amazing to read a fic like that.

I really liked the "no words needed" thing because it reminded me we truly need no words to show some kinds of affection and fall in love with someone. We know people by their gestures, expressions, looks, and I know we need to get their personality to perceive them, but sometimes is... not the point, right?

Thank you so much for writing this! The couple is singular and despite the ~smut~ their shyness was the cutest ever!!!

a bit of a stretch | jjk (m)

↣ pairing: olympian!jungkook x gymnast!reader

↣ genre: fluff, smut, humor, olympics!au

↣ rating: +18

↣ word count: 8k

↣ warnings: language barriers galore, explicit sex, oral, fingering, wall sex, slight exhibitionism, deep penetration, sex against a window, alcohol consumption, jackson wang throws a wild party

↣ playlist: physical - dua lipa // love talk - wayv // freaks - surf curse // juggernaut - tyler, the creator // the king - sarah kinsley // yonaguni - bad bunny // let's get it started - black eyed peas // for your love - maneskin

↣ summary: Stolen glances across the Olympic Village's dining hall. Light brushes of your hands whenever you cross paths. No words ever uttered. No words ever needed.

↣ notes: beta read by @hobisbeautifulass @joheunsaram and @dee-ehn!!! thank you guys so much, you're the best :)) also shoutout to @rmverse for hyping me up while writing this, ily. and also @ressjeon u asked me to tag u in this, so enjoy :)

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You were hyperventilating.

Jeon Jungkook, South Korea’s golden boy, the most famous male gymnast in the world today, was staring at you, and you were hyperventilating.

It wasn’t your fault, nor his, really. Your friend and roommate Ali had tripped over someone’s foot and dumped all of her blue Gatorade all over your white tracksuit, right in front of the whole dining hall. You, reasonably, wanted to kill her right then and there.

The good news was: only a few people witnessed the tragedy. Bad news? All of the South Korean men’s gymnastics team sat in front of your table, being the titular few who witnessed how your tracksuit turned blue.

You locked eyes with the big-eyed athlete as he chuckled with his friends at your predicament. You, reasonably, turned as red as a stoplight and wished you could bury your head in the ground and not come back out until everyone left the hall.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” your friend said, immediately snatching everyone’s napkins to try (and fail) to wipe the mess away, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Y/N, please.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled. Ali had failed to notice that the Korean team was laughing at you. “It’s fine. Just leave it. I’ll go back to my room and change.”

Of course, your teammates wouldn’t let you make the trek alone to your dorm, no ma’am. They personally escorted you back to your sleeping quarters in the Olympic Village and waited until you changed into a more presentable outfit. Your friend Ali even offered to wash it for you once you told him what Jungkook had seen.

At least you managed to save a bit of money in that regard.

“One day,” you said while sitting on the bus on your way to the gymnasium where the competition would take place, “one fucking day in this god-forsaken village and I’m humiliated in front of one of the world’s best gymnasts.”

Your teammates laughed at your mocking lamentations, though you thought they weren’t mocking, or sarcastic at all. You really meant it, and though you didn’t blame Ali for the accident, you certainly regretted having that little show be Jeon Jungkook’s first impression of you.

See, the man was more like a rockstar in the gymnastics world. Hell, in the Olympics world, even. Where Simone Biles completely slayed in Rio 2016, Jungkook dominated his entire category that year too. You supposed their shared birth year had something to do with that. Now, the Korean was back with a thirst for more, while these were your first games -- ever. Understandably, you wanted to make a good first impression.

“Just say you have a crush on him and go,” laughed one of your teammates, Karli, twirling her long, purple-dyed hair in her perfectly manicured nails. “I’ll one hundred percent back you up.”

It was Ali who snorted at the comment. “Please, I’d be the first to admit it. That man is so fine.”

You nodded. “Can’t argue about that.”

“Fuck, the money I’d pay to ditch the championship and just look at him during floor exercise. That man’s got moves,” Karli said.

“Bitch, have you seen his TikTok account?” You asked out loud. “He does breakdancing in his free time.”

“Seriously, how is that man even real?” Ali wondered. “You can tell the man is a sweetheart. Like, I’ve seen his interviews, I follow him on Instagram — we all do! He’s even a UNICEF ambassador. Like, I’m ashamed to even breathe the same air as him!”

Your team laughed at her comment, even your coach joining in and fawning over the athlete a little until your bus reached its destination.

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You crossed paths with the gymnast later that night, at dinner. You gripped your tray full of food as you made your way to the dessert station, looking for the fabled chocolate cake your friends had told you about when you saw him arriving right after you. He wore the same white and red tracksuit from this morning, the tattoos of his right hand peeking through. The sight of them made your heart beat even faster, and you wondered if saying something to him would be a good idea. He looked tired, but then again, so were you.

The staff in front of you handed you the slice of cake you requested, and you didn’t miss the way Jungkook’s gaze followed the decadent cake. He looked at the staff and pointed at your cake. “One. Please.”

You hadn’t really heard him speak until then. His TikTok account was filled with videos of him just dancing and doing random challenges. Never did you imagine his voice would sound so sweet, so melodious.

“Do you like chocolate?” Your words left your mouth before you could process them. What a stupid thing for him to say, of course he likes chocolate! If he didn’t he wouldn’t be ordering a big, chunky slice of decadent chocolate cake.

Jungkook froze in his tracks as the staff handed him his plate. His big, doe eyes widened prominently as he turned to you, confused. “Huh?”

“Chocolate,” you pointed at his cake. “Do you like it?”

“Choco- ah, chocolate! Yes! Uhhh… I like!” He looked extremely proud of his response, sending you a pure smile, charming you with his cute demeanor. “You like, too?” He asked, pointing at your cake.

“Yes,” you nodded, “I like chocolate, too.”

“I’m Jungkook,” he said, offering you his tattooed hand, his tray still on top of the railing. You graciously took it, screaming to your insides, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat. “My English, uh, very bad, yes.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his statement. “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

He smiled, showing you his pretty bunny-like teeth. “Where you eat?”

“My table?” You asked and he nodded. “It’s over there,” you pointed to one of the tables closer to the entrance. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah,” he said and began to follow you towards your table. How this happened, you still have no clue. The Jeon Jungkook coming to your team’s table and hanging out? Fuck, you must’ve been dreaming at this point, but you didn’t dare to wake up. This was too good to be true.

Needless to say, your teammates were ecstatic, and a little bit shocked, to say the least. They constantly fawned over him and asked him questions, but he dodged them pretty well citing his pretty basic English skills. You tried to calm them down to no avail. But the real party began when his friends and teammates appeared out of nowhere and sat down along with you, each one prettier than the last. Where did the Korean Olympic team get these people? They looked like models!

One of them was Park Jimin, the shortest of the team, and possibly the loudest, whose English skills were a lot better than Jungkook’s. He took the time to introduce the other two men who accompanied them, Jung Hoseok, a tennis player, and Kim Namjoon, a volleyball player, who acted as a translator for all of them.

It surprised you just how well all of you got along despite the language barrier, and just like that, you exchanged numbers and contact info. Jungkook even followed you on Instagram and TikTok!

You kept talking the entire night, joking around with Jungkook’s friends and your teammates until the hall was almost empty. You couldn’t help but feel there was something going on with Jungkook, with the way he smiled at you whenever you said something to him, the way he looked like he wanted to tell you a thousand things, but couldn’t. If only you could communicate better...

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After that night, you met Jungkook a couple more times the next two days, though you didn’t exactly cross paths. Most of the times you saw him were at the dining hall, or at the bus stop on your way to the sports complex. You hadn’t really talked much, but he never failed to smile at you and wave.

You didn’t know what it was, maybe it was just your stupid crush on him, but whenever your gazes connected, you felt like floating, like your feet suddenly left the ground and there was no stopping you from reaching the sky. That’s how bad it was. Your teammates noticed it, too. How you would smile and blush like crazy whenever he winked and gave you a thumbs up.

You stayed on top of his progress in the competition — given his previous track record, it wasn’t surprising when he made it to the men’s final in all categories. So when you finally crossed paths that night after the games, you congratulated him and gave him a friendly high five.

He was still a bit confused by the way you spoke, but you supposed it had to do with his English skills, so you tried to put yourself in his shoes, your knowledge of Korean was limited to saying hello.

What surprised you, however, was that he pulled out his phone and signaled for you to wait. You watched as he typed something on his phone and then handed it to you. “Congratulations on going to the semifinals, you will do great,” read on the screen, in both Korean and English. He used Google translate to make sure you would understand him, and that only made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Aww, thank you,” you said, sending him a smile. Before you gave him his phone, however, you quickly typed in “You will ace everything. Good luck,” and handed it back to him, translated into Korean. He looked at the screen and gave you a soft smile and a wink, and just like that, the two of you parted ways, but his pretty smile still lingered on your mind well into the night, when you went to sleep.

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To no one’s surprise, Jungkook won the all-around competition and scored golden medals in all categories except for the vault, where he won silver. After the ceremony, you sent him a short message on Instagram congratulating him, and he responded with a bunch of cute emojis and a thank you, then sent you a picture of his medals, and congratulated you for making it to the finals, too.

So this time, you didn’t even hesitate, and as soon as you saw him at the dining hall, you called his name out loud. He was at the dessert station again, ordering the same chocolate cake he ordered a couple of days ago, and turned around as he heard your voice, beaming proudly once you made your way over.

“Congratulations!” You squealed and pulled him into a warm hug, which he reciprocated rather naturally, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You certainly didn’t mind the affection, burying your head in his chest and catching a whiff of his expensive cologne. His soft, melodious laughter reverberated across his chest, and you’d never felt more at home while in his arms.

But sadly, all good things come to an end, and when you separated you missed his touch instantly.

He turned around and grabbed his tray. “Come,” he said, pointing with his head towards his friends’ table, where his friends were already waving at you to come and sit with them. You accepted the invitation and quickly ran to pick up your own food and meet them at the table.

“So,” Namjoon explained minutes later, munching on his steamed broccoli, “there’s going to be a party tonight.”

“A party? Where?”

“In our building,” Jimin explained, “the delegation from Hong Kong is inviting everyone.”

“Apparently this fencer named Jackson Wang cleared like two entire floors to have everyone there,” Namjoon said. “He won gold today, and wants to celebrate.”

“Oh, wait, I follow him on Instagram! He’s, like, a model too, right?” You said.

“A very hot model,” Jimin sighed, leaning back on his seat. He then looked at Jungkook, who was next to you eating his food quietly, and spoke to him in Korean. You managed to make out Jackson Wang’s name, so you supposed he was telling him about the party.

Jungkook turned to you. “I go to party,” he said, rather seriously pointing at himself, then pointing at you, “ask your friends.”

“You want them to come to the party too?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “they are funny.”

Namjoon chuckled at his friend’s choice of words. “The party’s in an hour or two, so we better get ready.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Hoping to get lucky tonight?”

Namjoon laughed. It was no secret among Olympians that the kind of stuff that went down in the village wasn’t exactly PG-13. You heard from one of the male athletes in your building that the Olympic Committee had distributed around 160,000 condoms, and that, in some previous instances of the games, they’d used them all up at some point.

“I just wanna relax tonight. I have a game tomorrow morning so I’ll try not to drink as much,” the volleyball player said, “though if I can relax with someone by my side, I won’t say no.” He wiggled his eyebrows comically.

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You didn’t know what to wear. You hadn’t exactly packed for a party, or for a nice outing. Instead, you had sweats, tracksuits, gym wear... the essentials, really. Luckily, you had packed a pair of jeans, but the t-shirts you had weren’t the most flattering. Ali had been kind enough to lend you a Rolling Stones t-shirt that looked halfway decent if you tucked it into your jeans.

So you and your friends made your way, hand in hand, to the Asian building inside the village, making your way to the top floor, as per Namjoon’s instructions. When the elevator doors opened, however, you were greeted with chaos.

Booming music could be heard everywhere. You had no idea how they managed to sneak in some speakers, but the music, what you recognized as the Black Eyed Peas’ I Gotta Feeling, blared everywhere, and you felt the boom of the bass resonating deep within you.

The halls were littered with people from all around the globe talking, drinking, some of them smoking cigarettes and, of course, the exhibitionists who did nothing but make out. It felt more like a frat party rather than a “simple get-together” as you had thought it would be.

You trod the hallway carefully, not wanting to accidentally step on some of the athletes that carelessly sat on the floor, looking left and right for Jungkook and his posse, sometimes even peeking into the olympians’ small apartments that left their front doors open.

After you turned the corner, you saw them hanging out with the legendary Jackson Wang on the far end of the hallway, next to the floor-to-ceiling window. The fencer looked like a million bucks, wearing what you thought was a purely Fendi monogrammed tracksuit, cool shades, and a beanie. Of course, the man was rich as fuck, and he liked to flaunt it. You couldn’t exactly blame him.

Jungkook, however, looked like sin incarnate.

Gone were the tracksuits, the uniforms, and the comfortable gym wear. Instead, he wore black ripped jeans that showed his deliciously meaty thighs and hugged his juicy behind perfectly, paired with a Hawaiian-esque short-sleeved shirt with the top three buttons undone, showcasing his sculpted chest and his full tattooed arm. The man was a walking wet dream. And he saw you.

“Y/N!” He greeted, coming up to your party to welcome you into his arms. “Hi.”

“Hi, you,” you said, relishing the feeling of his firm body. You never wanted to let go of him.

Your friends mingled with the rest, having grown used to each other by now, and exchanging words with Jackson Wang, who appeared to be on cloud nine, clutching his own beer bottle. “Alright, people, drinks are at my apartment, so if you want something, just let me know,” he said.

“Oh, we could do some rounds of vodka, what do you guys say?” Jimin suggested, much to your collective excitement. Jackson punched the air with his fist in pure joy, muttered a ‘yes’, and left to find the bottle, appearing no less than five minutes later with not one, but three bottles of Smirnoff vodka, and several red cups for everyone.

“Dude, where the hell did you get these?” You asked.

“There’s a liquor store a couple of blocks away, me and most of my floormates pretty much emptied it. Kinda like a cleanse, you know,” he informed you matter-of-factly. “The owner was weirded out, but he didn’t really complain. The bill was pretty high, though.”

All of you sat down in the middle of the hall like everyone else, you and Jungkook sitting together against a wall, your knees inevitably touching due to how cramped everyone was, but you didn’t mind it one bit, not when he scooted even closer to you.

The cups were distributed, along with some hefty amount of vodka in them. You weren’t much of a drinker, and you were sure that the goal for today was to not get smashed. Just like Namjoon had told you, there were important events tomorrow which you had to attend, and you needed to bring your A-game into it.

You spent the next half hour just loudly talking to each other, your voices trying to cut through the booming EDM songs carefully curated by Jackson (according to him after Jimin asked whose playlist was it). Whenever someone finished their drink, Jackson ran to fill it again, but you and your teammates decided to play smart and quietly sip on the clear bitter liquid. Jungkook was already on his second round while you had barely downed half of yours, and both of you were taking it slow — by the time you decided to stand up and mingle with the rest of the partygoers, Jimin had already finished his fourth and was looking for the beer stash.

Soon after, your cups of vodka were replaced by beer bottles, and you applied the same strategy as before. Jungkook noticed, but chose to say nothing — he wasn’t drinking that much, too, and you appreciated the sentiment. He wasn’t a big drinker from what you gathered.

Jackson’s roommates passed by everyone offering snacks and packs of chips. One of them, a boxer named Lucas, even held a large black garbage bag filled with party packs of universally known snacks. He recited the contents of the bag to your group like his life depended on it and handed you individual packs of barbecue flavored chips so you could munch down and not get as drunk that fast. Jimin, however, was already pretty tipsy by the time he opened his bag of chips.

The ambiance of the party transported you to those college raves your roommates dragged you to, the stench of debauchery, alcohol, and sex permeated through the hallway. Jackson told you how they procured a duffel bag full of condoms from the Olympic Committee (according to Namjoon, this year they distributed around a hundred thousand condoms, and he was pretty sure that, due to all the horny athletes fucking like there was no tomorrow, it wouldn’t be surprising if they ran out of contraceptives). The duffel bag was located in the middle of the floor, right next to the elevators, and it was already half empty. The bag was full when they placed it there.

A couple of hours later, and the party was in full swing. Just on your floor, there were over a hundred people (maybe more, you didn’t really know) partying their hearts out. You heard from other athletes that the floor below you had pretty much turned into a brothel and people were having sex inside every empty room like it was a frat house. The party had taken over the building and other athletes were also raging three more stories down. It was chaotic.

Then came the pictures. Your teammate Karli had brought a Polaroid camera just to take candid pictures of everyone in their drunken stupor doing random shit. She even captured the moment the other athletes started carrying Jackson around like he was a fucking rockstar. One guy from the British team was having his birthday, and his team even brought a massive cake and sang happy birthday to him, along with everyone else on your floor. Needless to say, the cake didn’t last long, as everyone was given just a small piece. Karli captured the moment someone smashed his face with cake. She also took a picture of you and Jungkook smiling and facing the camera, with his arms around you reminiscing a prom picture.

But that was the thing — he never separated from you. Almost all the time, you had to be touching somehow, grabbing your hand, draping an arm around your shoulder, hugging you at random times, high-fiving you, anything. You couldn’t say you disliked the attention. Hell, you relished it. It was quite obvious now that he had a thing for you, and he wasn’t being as shy about it as before, but neither were you.

Minutes later, after all the dancing and joking around, the group broke out into several smaller groups in which they talked and drank to calm down from all the chaos, but ultimately, you and Jungkook were left alone. So you turned around to face him properly, leaning against the wall.

“You look nice,” you said. “I like your shirt.”

He looked down at his open shirt and shyly fiddled with the buttons. “Ah, thank you.” Then he tried to think his words very carefully. “You look beautiful.”

You inevitably blushed at his words, the way he slightly paused in between them to make sure he said them right. Just then, he delicately took your hands in his. It surprised you just how soft they were, given that a gymnast’s hands would most probably be filled with callouses from gripping the bars too much, but he seemed to take care of his personal appearance, and they were the softest hands you’d ever had the pleasure of touching. “Dance?” He asked, looking at you with sparkly, sweet eyes.

Your heart got caught in your throat, beating faster than the speed of sound. You nodded, watching with awe as he led you into the sea of athletes grinding on each other, partying like a bunch of hormone-addled college kids. You’d danced enough already, but for those pretty eyes, you’d do jumping jacks on the spot if he asked you to.

He placed his hands on your hips the moment you reached the crowd, hanging right on the edge to not feel as cramped in the tight hallway, and you began to gently sway to the beat of the bright pop song blaring from the speakers. He appeared to you like something out of a dream, with his fluffy hair, sparkly eyes, soft cheeks, and bunny smile. In your mind, he was an angel that could do no wrong.

“You’re pretty,” he said, not bothering to hide the wide smile on his face as the song changed to something more upbeat, but you kept the same pace as before, not caring about the world around you in the slightest. In fact, he brought you closer to him, pressing your chests together as you gently placed your palms on his chest. “When I saw you first, I…” he giggled to himself, searching his brain to find the right words to say. “I think?”

“Thought,” you corrected cheekily.

“Thought, yes,” he nodded, “I thought, ‘wow, so pretty’,” he smiled like he just recited a dozen love sonnets to you from memory. It sure felt like it.

You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling like a schoolgirl. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, but you didn’t care; you hadn’t felt like this in months, probably years. “Well, I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met,” you confessed.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Wow, really?” You nodded, taking notice of the way his eyes trailed down to your lips and then back to meet your gaze, then focusing back on your lips. “Can I…” He began, an ounce of hesitation tainting his voice. “Can I kiss you?”

You swore you were going to combust right then and there. He gripped you tighter, your faces were so close to touching yet so far. The world seemed to slow down around you, as if waiting for you to say yes and then have everything go back to normal speed, as if trying to highlight this moment in particular. You nodded, cupping his face and letting your lips naturally gravitate towards each other until they finally met in the softest of first kisses. He was timid, shy, unsure of how to proceed. You didn’t want to scare him. It was so new to both of you, that the mere touch of your lips resulted in a whole slew of emotions running through your body. You felt your feet lifting off the ground, ready for him to take you to the sky.

Just like the kiss began, it ended, far too quick for your liking, but that’s what it was, just an innocent kiss.

You looked into his eyes again, but this time you found them gazing deep into your soul, trying to figure out your thoughts, to pick your brain apart just to know how you worked. You giggled together, like teenage lovers who snuck away just to innocently make out.

“Again?” You asked, taken over by his charming smile. He beamed, a hint of pink creeping up his cheeks, and leaned closer to capture your lips tenderly once more.

This kiss was a lot more passionate than the last, you pressed your bodies so close together it was hard to even breathe, but that was the last of your concerns. His lips were so soft, so skilled, so hypnotizing, you were sure that just his kisses ruined other men for you. He was the absolute best you were ever going to get, and he was making sure you would always remember him wherever you were.

Now a bit more confident, he didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue into your mouth, heady with the taste of beer. You were drunk on him already, head up in the clouds with the way he grabbed you and claimed your mouth so expertly. Your tongues danced and twisted with passion just as you held onto the collar of his shirt, knees already weak for him.

You heard several whistles and some hoots of encouragement around you. The kiss broke just like that, finally remembering you weren’t alone, and that you probably staged a show for all of the partygoers.

Indeed, when you opened your eyes and looked around you, your friends were cheering for you, clapping to the beat of the music. You even heard some screaming “Finally!” and some of Jungkook’s friends were high-fiving. Namjoon reluctantly grabbed his wallet and passed Ali a bill, and you figured they must’ve made a bet of some kind.

Of course, your faces went red from getting caught red-handed. Still holding you close, Jungkook sighed and complained to his friends in Korean, laughing along with them. On the other hand, you held a bewildered gaze with your friends, who only gave you a thumbs up. Karli even yelled at you to get your man, so you hid your face in his chest in embarrassment and laughed.

“Hey,” Jungkook called seconds later. You looked around, and by then your group had scattered and left you alone.

“Yes?” You turned to him, curious, as he shyly looked away for a moment.

“Uh, you wanna, uh, go to my room? With me?” He asked, licking his lips out of nervousness. The question took you by surprise, but you didn’t have time to even process it, because you were nodding almost immediately as if your body was calling out to him so desperately.

He nodded in confirmation and finally let you go, grabbing your hand and leading you past the sea of people, navigating the hallway carefully, and right towards the elevators. You noticed the duffel bag Jackson previously mentioned, and Jungkook quickly crouched down, grabbed a couple, and stuffed them into his pocket. It only made what you were about to do a lot more real for you, and it had your heart thumping wildly inside your ribcage.

The ride down to his floor was rather short. He only lived three floors down, but when the doors opened, you realized that the party was really getting out of control. If anything, Jungkook’s floor was more chaotic than Jackson’s. You witnessed someone throwing a roll of toilet paper around, some athletes were in their competitive uniforms busting it down to a random rap song, and other people were playing volleyball in the hallway. It took a long minute to even get past them, but you managed to reach his apartment door unscathed.

To your relief, his place was empty, but you could still hear the booming bass from outside. He turned on the lights to the small common area between rooms, and then looked at you.

No words needed to be said right then. They weren’t necessary.

He immediately crossed the gap between you, grabbing your face and smashing his lips into yours in a sudden frenzy. The kiss was urgent, desperate, and you held onto the collar of his shirt as if you’d suddenly lose control of your legs and fall over. “Room,” he whispered between kisses, never once letting you go, “my room.”

You broke the kiss, gasping for air. “Which one is it?”

He took your hand in his and led you to the door on your right, quickly getting both of you inside and turning the lights, shutting the door, and locking it. When he was done, he sighed and began to slip off his sneakers. You licked your lips and followed his lead, wiggling your toes when your bare feet touched the hardwood floor.

“So,” you began, pacing around the room while he threw his socks on the hamper next to his luggage. “This is your bed?” You pointed at the bed closest to the window. He nodded and walked over to you. “What do you wanna do?”

He pecked your lips sweetly. “Kiss you.”

You cocked an eyebrow — that wasn’t really the answer you were hoping for. “Kiss me?”

But then his gaze darkened and he placed his hands on your hips. “Everywhere,” he said and began pushing you backward until the back of your legs hit the bed. He kissed you again, shortly, and waited for you to sit down right in front of him. He grasped your chin and made you look up at him as he smirked and fiddled with one of the buttons of his shirt.

Oh.

You watched as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing inch after inch of gorgeously sculpted skin. It’s not like you’d never seen him shirtless before — his Instagram feed was chock-full of sexy workout pics — but this was different. This was intimate.

His shirt hit the floor and you were blessed with the image of his toned physique. At this point, it was enough to make you drool, and you wondered what would become of you the moment he took off his pants.

He must’ve seen you ogling because he chuckled to himself as he bent down to kiss you again. “Pretty,” he muttered into the kiss. It seemed this was his new nickname for you.

You let him whisk you away to dreamland with that kiss, sighing with content as you cupped his face with both hands to keep him there, but his were doing something entirely different. Instead, he was playing with the hem of your shirt, having untucked it from your jeans, pulling it up with a little bit of hesitation. Like he was waiting for you to give him the go. So you placed one hand atop his to help him pull and hoped he got the idea. Thankfully, he did, and your shirt was off in no time.

He gave you a once over, smirked, and placed his knee on the bed, beside you, and you took it as a sign to climb further up the bed and rest your head on the pillow. Jungkook soon followed, settling on top of you, hands on either side of your head to avoid weighing you down. “Kiss?” He asked, licking his lips.

“Kiss,” you answered, smiling.

Contrary to what you expected, he went for your neck, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses onto the skin, all while his hands roamed your body and squeezed any part they could find. You spread your legs to accommodate him in between them and gently rubbed his back as he looked for your sweet spot, softly nibbling and licking your neck. His crotch met yours and he finally rested his whole weight on you. Opening your legs even further, you wrapped your arms around him, delighted to feel all of him on top of you.

He found a spot at the juncture of your neck and shoulder and bit it. Softly. Intimately. Not too much for it to hurt, but enough to leave a mark, dragging the skin out and releasing it. Your panties were soaked just from that little action.

His lips ghosted atop your jaw, and he came up to taste your lips, albeit briefly, before coming back down to worship your chest, going further down until he brushed the valley of your breasts. He paused for a moment and looked back at you. “Kiss?” He repeated, gaze darker than before.

Breathless, you nodded. “Kiss.”

He grinned, then proceeded to press small kisses to the top of each of your breasts, almost reverentially. His finger hooked onto the band of your sports bra and pulled down teasingly until your breasts were exposed. He looked down on them with hunger and didn’t hesitate to put the right one into his mouth, lips wrapping around your nipple and flicking it with his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure as he pinched your other nipple, twisting it to his heart’s content until the soft bud turned stiff. Your cunt clenched around thin air and you moaned, cradling his head with your hand, soothingly brushing his bangs out of his face. When he was satisfied, he switched places, all while looking you in the eye, like he was fully aware of just how turned on you were. He sucked on your other nipple like a vacuum, rolling the other one between his fingers as you held back a moan, biting your lip.

He grew tired of it, eventually, releasing your nipple with a wet pop, and you took your bra off, carelessly throwing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts and squeezed them like a plushie as he kissed down the valley of your breasts and into your belly. He seemed to like how soft your skin was, because he sank his teeth into it, dragging it out and then letting it snap back into place, tongue darting out to lick it immediately after. He reached the waistband of your jeans and wasted no time to take them off of you; you lifted your hips up to help him. Now that you were almost bare, you could see how he licked his lips at the sight of your soaked undies, your legs spread for him only.

He got off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of you, grabbed your ankles and pulled you close to the edge, then put your legs on his shoulders. As he ran his hands along your firm thighs, he raised his pierced eyebrow and said once more, “Kiss?”

At this point, you wanted to shove his face between your legs and never let him come back up, but your mind was so hazy you couldn’t even fathom to speak, so you nodded instead. He leaned down, his hot breath fanning your clothed cunt. “Pretty,” he purred, and pressed a hot, languid kiss to your pussy, inhaling your scent as if you were his favorite meal. Then he leisurely kissed your mound, and your inner thighs, taking his time, all while ignoring your hot center, still very much covered, still very wet for him.

“Jungkook,” you whined after a minute, grabbing his attention, “please.”

He looked at you with lustful eyes. “Kookie,” he told you, “call me Kookie.” And just like that, he slipped your panties to the side and dove in.

If you thought his tongue was skilled before, you were greatly underestimating him.

Like his prowess in the gym, tonguing you down appeared to be his area of expertise. You wondered as he licked a fat stripe from your hole up to your clit, his face smushed between your thighs, how in the world was the man so good at everything. Did he even have a flaw? He must have one, for fuck’s sakes. He couldn’t be that perfect.

Jungkook was full-on making out with your pussy now, moaning to himself as he took in your scent, your taste, licking every inch of you. You could make out the faint lewd sounds of his tongue, how he slurped your juices like it was water, how he enjoyed it all.

He sucked on your clit hard, expertly flicking it with his tongue until you were a mess under his touch, back arching off the bed as you moaned his name aloud. It only seemed to make him go harder at it.

At some point, he slid two fingers in one go, easily filling you up and filling you deeply. Just from the way he curled them, beckoning you to him, as if luring your orgasm any closer, made you understand that this man didn’t come to play. He knew how to fuck, and he was fucking you really well. You knew that after this, after him, nobody else would compare.

You had your fingers tangled in his hair when your orgasm crashed down on you all of a sudden. You cried, thrashed, and trembled on the bed as he fucked you all the way through, helping you ride your high, slurping all of your wetness, and licking you clean. He finished you off with a kiss to your inner thigh, and slowly pulled out and away, putting your legs back down.

“Good?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

You let out a breathless laugh. The room was still spinning around you. “Yeah,” you mused, “so good. Wow.”

While you regained your breath, he helped you take your panties off, swiftly sliding them off of you and throwing them to the floor. You made grabby hands at him to help you sit upright on the bed, and you came face to face with the bulge in his pants.

His black jeans perfectly showcased how hard he was, straining around his crotch so much you thought the button was about to pop off. You wanted so much to just… touch him and please him, just like he pleased you.

You stood up, legs a bit weak but still firm — you didn’t train around 30 hours a week for nothing — cupped his face and brought him down for a kiss. Never mind that he tasted like you, it was hot as hell. You let your hands roam across his chest, down the ridges of his abs, as your tongues danced together, until you finally cupped his length through his jeans. He let out a tiny moan, the most wonderful melody you had ever had the pleasure of listening to, and broke the kiss, slightly bucking his hips towards your hand. You groped him tighter.

“Do you like that?” He hummed in approval. “Can I take it off?” You asked.

“Please,” he whispered, and returned to the comfort of your lips as you unbuttoned his jeans. After quickly unzipping, you began to pull them down, but he grabbed your hands and hooked your fingers over the waistband of his underwear, silently pleading to take everything off in one go.

His jeans and boxers hit the floor, leaving him finally in the nude, bare to your eyes. You kissed him harder as he stepped out of his pants and pulled you closer. Wanting to feel all of him, you pressed your bodies tightly against each other, his big hands grasping your ass and squeezing, his hard cock pressing against your lower belly. You wasted no time and took him into your hand. His cock was hot, hard, and sensitive; that much you could gather based on the way he moaned into your mouth as you jerked him off.

“Hmm, wait,” he said, reluctantly separating from you. You released him, and then he turned around to fish his pants from the floor, digging into his front pockets to procure a condom, the packet emblazoned with the logo of the Olympics. He quickly tore it open and rolled it on, letting out a sigh of relief once he was done.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you close, softly giggling along with you as you kissed again. “Up,” he said later, patting your thigh. You jumped into his hold and crossed your legs around him, hanging onto him like a koala, never fully separating from his lips. He walked blindly around the room, carrying you with ease like you were a mere paperweight, until your back hit a wall.

You ached to have him inside you, and he seemed to read your mind, grasping his cock and lining it with your entrance. He entered you slowly, stretching you out until he sheathed all of himself inside you. The two of you moaned in unison, holding onto each other so tight you half-expected to see marks tomorrow. Your coach wasn’t going to be happy about this.

“Fuck,” you whispered, digging your nails into his shoulders as he gave you a moment to get used to the intrusion. He was having a hard time, too, breathing heavily, trying not to spill his load quickly.

“Good?” He asked, bumping the tip of his nose against yours. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” you answered, the balls of your feet resting atop his perky ass. You’d give anything to squeeze it, but sadly, your current position wouldn’t allow it.

Jungkook then proceeded to thrust into you, starting off slow to get you accustomed to the feeling, steadily building the pace, fucking you deeply and surely. Eventually, he set a hard, deep pace, his pubic bone slightly grinding against your clit, providing you with more pleasure.

You captured his lips in a searing, passionate kiss, just as your toes curled from the onslaught of pleasure that he gave you. He gripped your ass with tremendous force, matching his hard thrusts, the sound of skin hitting skin permeating the otherwise silent room. You could still make out the booming bass of the party outside, but in this room, it was just the two of you. Nothing else mattered.

“Kookie,” you moaned into the kiss. He responded with your name and an even harder thrust. His nails dug into your skin, surely leaving some marks behind. You didn’t care.

He eventually got tired of carrying you, letting you back down on the floor gently, after making you aware of his discomfort. He had just spent the entire day competing at the finals, of course, he was tired — so were you. Even the best gymnasts, with all their stamina, had a breaking point, and you tried not to cross his.

“Sorry,” he said, slightly blushing. You caressed his cheek and kissed him, letting him know it was more than alright.

But then, you had an idea. “Come,” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the large floor-to-ceiling windows that showed a spectacular view of Tokyo Bay.

“Here?” He asked, surprised. You were sure no one was going to see you getting fucked against the window, most of the athletes were busy either partying or sleeping anyway, and the streets below were empty at this time of night.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you smiled.

Jungkook chuckled and pulled you in for another kiss. “You’re crazy,” he said. Then, he turned you around so you faced the window and smacked your ass, watching with glee how it jiggled. Spreading your legs a bit, you pressed your palms against the glass for some leverage, as he quickly lined his cock with your center and slid into you again, filling you up completely.

The angle made you feel him even deeper than before, and you made sure to let him know. “Shit,” you cursed, “fuck, that feels so good.”

“Yeah? Good?” He asked with that breathy, melodious voice of his, rolling his hips and burying his cock deep into you. Your face and breasts were pressed against the window as he quickened the pace, leaning down to press kisses on your shoulder.

“Yesssss,” you moaned, “fuck me harder.”

“What?” He asked, out of breath.

“Harder,” you repeated, already feeling your orgasm looming closer and closer. You were far too sensitive tonight, and he was bringing you to climax quicker than any other man ever could.

Jungkook obeyed, keeping his quick pace but hitting much harder now, moaning your name aloud with the prettiest voice you’d ever heard, so much that it made you clench all around him as you pictured him furrowing his brows and his features twisting pure pleasure. Overwhelmed, you sneaked a hand below to touch your clit, desperate to feel more. Jungkook had a death grip on your hips, railing you desperately, hard, fast, and deep.

Your legs trembled while trying to keep you upright, jolts of pleasure traveling through your entire body as you rubbed your clit in tight little circles. “Fuck, I’m so close, Kookie, I’m coming,” you whimpered, furiously pinching and touching yourself, your orgasm so near you could already see it.

“Close?” He repeated, leaning closer to kiss your cheek, pressing his front to your back. He grabbed your breasts and pinched your nipples, and that was the last kick you needed to finally leap headfirst into your orgasm.

“Fuck!” You cried out, feeling your clit pulse in pure pleasure, your walls clenching on his cock, warm and tight, legs shaking and body spasming as your orgasm washed over you. Jungkook held you as his thrusts slowly came to a halt. The room was filled with your pants, gasping for air.

“You okay?” Jungkook asked, his lips grazing the back of your neck.

“Yeah,” you replied, “but you haven’t…”

He kissed the nape of your neck and pulled out. “No. It’s okay,” he reassured you, soothingly rubbing your shoulders. “Come,” he said, crouching down and whisking you up bridal style. You squealed, not expecting him to do that, holding onto him for dear life.

“What are you doing?” You giggled.

He walked towards his bed and lowered you gently in it, finishing off with a sweet kiss to your nose and a pretty giggle. He climbed on the bed and knelt in front of you, squeezing your calves with a bit of hesitation written across his face. “Okay?”

You quickly figured what he meant by that. “Okay,” you said, immediately spreading your legs for him. He shook his head and instead grabbed them and put them over his shoulders.

“Like this,” he said, grabbing his cock and entering you swiftly, not stopping until he bottomed out. Though you were a bit sensitive, given how you’d just had an orgasm, you’d never felt him hitting this deep until now, and he knew it perfectly, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning something unintelligible.

“Good? Okay?” He repeated, wanting to make sure you were alright. You reassured him with a nod, and that was it for him. He began to thrust into you ruthlessly — now he was fucking you for his pleasure. Holding onto your legs tightly, he pulled out his cock almost all the way and then shoved it right back in, fucking you so hard he was pretty much rearranging your insides.

He began muttering something in Korean as his thrusts got wilder and sloppier, the filthy, wet squelch of your battered cunt filling up the room. You had no idea what he was saying, but it was hot either way. He could’ve been reciting the times table of eight and you would’ve still found that incredibly hot.

His moans got more high pitched the more he fucked you, and it got you so worked up you started clenching around him on purpose, with the sole intent of watching him fall apart right then and there.

“Kookie,” you called him, caressing his thigh, “come for me, Kookie.”

“Yes,” he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, and quickening his pace, “Y/N, a-agh!” His orgasm reached him with tremendous force, causing him to spill his load into the condom, his cock twitching inside you as he did so, body going still.

He stayed like that for a hot minute, trying to keep his composure, and when he finally came down from his high, he delicately placed your legs down on the bed, and sat beside you. The small, single cardboard beds weren’t exactly built for two people to sleep in, so it felt a little cramped, but you made it work.

“Wow,” you laughed after a minute. He looked at you with cute Bambi eyes, and you couldn’t resist the urge to hug the man to death. You scooted to the side and patted the small space next to you, and he gladly accepted the invitation, lying on his side and spooning you, pressing tiny kisses to your shoulder. “This was nice,” you said.

“Very nice,” he said, “I liked it. I like you.”

You tried not to make the blush in your face too evident, but it was nearly impossible. “I like you too, a lot,” you confessed.

He gave you the prettiest smile you’d ever seen, so bright it could light up the entire village if he wanted. “Good,” he said, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. He just couldn’t help it. “Can you stay?”

You didn’t even think it through. “Yes.”

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You were hyperventilating.

This was happening, and you were a hyperventilating, crying mess. A silver medal. A fucking silver Olympic medal for the vault. You couldn’t believe it.

Your team screamed for you with delight as you stepped onto the podium. The fight had been a tough one. Your final score was just a hair away from beating the top gymnast in there, but for your first Olympics? This was a whole accomplishment, in and of itself. This called for a celebration, a party, whatever it was. You just wanted to make the most out of this.

As you bent forward to receive the medal, your gaze diverted to the side, to the bleachers, where other athletes sat and watched. In the middle of them all, there stood Jungkook, wearing the proudest smile on his face, standing up for you, phone in hand, recording it all, cheering for you.

As the winner’s national anthem was played, you watched your flag ascend along with the other athletes’, and you couldn’t fight the tears that came.

You Are Mine (M)

BTS; Jungkook

Genre: Smut | Some angst | College AU

Word count: 8,269

WARNINGS: Rough smut, light bondage, and breath play

A/N: @namsjxms This is special for you. Please don’t fly up here and strangle me. I’m going to shower in holy water after writing this 8k of rough JK smut. I hope you all like it! and sorry it was late….. I suck.

You stared at his noticeably muscular back in class every single day for the last two weeks, or rather it stared at you in a way. Jeon Jungkook was the most popular guy on campus, but you refused to fall into him like every other girl. They fawned over him like a puppy abandoned on the street. It didn’t matter if you paid attention to him or not, because he had whatever girl he chose for the night.

You couldn’t help, but think about his muscular arms though, wrapping you in their embrace.

You shook the thoughts from your head and scoffed at the thought. That boy is nothing but trouble and you would make sure to steer clear of that at tonight’s party to celebrate the end of a semester and the beginning of summer break.

“If you stop staring, I’ll give you what you want.” Your thoughts are broken from you once more as you looked up and see his deep brown eyes staring back into yours. It brought you back to that day that he sat next to you a week and a half ago.

“What do you want perv boy? Why are you sitting so close to me? There are plenty of seats over there,” you pointed in the direction of four empty seats beside him.

“I wanted to sit next to the prettiest girl in class ya know?” Such sly words, you knew he was up to something, but before you could shoot something back at him the teacher started the lecture of the day.

You mind wandered from the lesson, did he really think you were attractive or were those just words to lure you into his trap? Surely they were empty. There’s no way a guy like that would ever go after you, but what if he was? Maybe he was bet by someone. You were definitely not going to let him get in your head, but hadn’t you already? You turned back to your notebook and started to take notes on the lecture to get your mind off of him.

Suddenly, you jumped at the feeling of something warm on your thigh, moving quickly upward under your skirt before you could muster up a scream. Your body froze as your eyes looked over to see Jungkook staring down at his notebook writing his notes and you trailed your eyes down his other arm that was connected to the hand resting at the hem of your panties now. You saw him slightly glance up at you and a small smirk tugged at his lips.

“Jungkook! What the hell are you doing?” your screams were hushed in order not to draw attention, but enough so he could hear the intensity in your voice. Your hand meekly tried to brush away his hand from your thigh, but his grip tightened. It was so firm that it was sure to bruise.

“I’m just doing my lesson quietly Y/N. You should do the same,” his words burned into your ears as his fingers came in contact with your core over your soaking panties. Why were you so wet for this fuckboy? His middle finger jolted you from your thoughts as it pressed hard over your clothed clit, rubbing slow circles over it. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling as your lips parted slightly and let out a small sigh.

“I’m so glad you decided to sit in the back today Y/N. I’ve been wanting to do this all week,” his words came out quietly against your ear. “But you need to stay quiet like a good girl, or I’ll have to punish you for letting all these people hear your beautiful moans.”

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this is the kind of cuteness I've been looking for!!! theyre so oblivious that the signals are there but stILL!! loved this. thank you for writing 🥰

dumb and dumber | jjk

PAIRING. jungkook x reader GENRE. bsf2l, idiots to lovers, ceo!kook sdhjsjds, oc is dumbbb, dumbass x dumber ass dynamic (© @minskpopblog) you get to choose which one is the dumber ass <3 RATING. 13+ WC. 2.7k words NOTES. a fic for you guys in celebration of intokook dot tumblr dot com hitting 1k followers! ty to bestie @bluejaem and @psycho-mocha for beta reading this and hyping me up for this fic <3 pls excuse any typos proofreading is a bitch

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it’s funny, really.

how you and jungkook are cramped in a small space in the corner of his bedroom which overlooks the city from it’s position on the 30th floor instead of lounging in the private pool he owned, or the lavish couches that were in the living space near the mini-bar.

but you guess that was the beauty of your relationship. the same relationship of twelve years that you cherished so much. the same relationship that has unfortunately only ever been platonic.

don’t misunderstand! jungkook was a sweetheart, a lovely person to spend your time with but during the course of your long friendship, you may or may not have developed some lame unwanted feelings for the boy.

okay, who were you kidding. you were madly in love with jeon jungkook, and had been for the past three years.

it was inevitable that you fell for him over the course of your long friendship, his personality was as beautiful as his outer self and you couldn’t stop the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when he randomly held your hand or hugged you tight when you were leaving his place after having gamed for an hour or two (see: an entire night).

you tried fighting it for the better half of a year, but couldn’t help the fact that you would have to face the truth sooner or later. and the truth was that you wanted to be with jungkook, wanted him to kiss you on the lips and take you out on dates.

but that was when you weren’t living in reality, because the real world would never ever allow such a thing.

the starts weren’t aligned that way, and you’d never be able to date jungkook. you had convinced yourself that he would never even think of you that way and wished that the hopelessness would get rid of your feelings for him.

if anything, it made you fall harder for him. made you want him more.

how could you tell him that you would give up anything for him when he asks you for advice to impress a girl he likes almost everyday?

“hey, y/n, i wanna ask you something..” his voice breaks your train of thoughts and you lift your gaze to meet his shining eyes. “yeah?” you hum, adjusting your legs on his lap and shifting yourself closer to the pillow on the cushioned bench. your head is resting against the huge glass window, vehicles moving below you and people scurrying to get to places.

“it’s about her,” oh. her, again. the nameless girl jungkook had been crushing on for an eternity. you never understood why jungkook never told you the lucky girl’s name. you suspected that it was someone you didn’t like but could never figure out who it was that you hated so much that jungkook wouldn’t even tell you if he liked her. “i feel like i’m finally ready to ask her out, do you think i should wait a little longer for us to get closer or just do it?”

you inhale, trying to cover up the way your heart breaks into pieces upon hearing that jungkook was finally going to confess with a tight-lipped smile.

“just go for it, kook.” you rest a hand on his shoulder. despite being in love with him, you were definitely not going to be a bad friend and give him shitty advice for your own sick pleasure.

all you wanted was for jungkook to be happy and if that meant sacrificing your own, well, you wouldn’t hesitate even for a moment.

jungkook’s fiddling with his hands, chewing on his lip and looking everywhere but you. these are the tell-tale signs of him being nervous, and you’re left confused, trying to figure out why he was feeling like this.

“you okay?” you lean in closer, moving around and tucking your legs underneath your thighs as you sit closer to jungkook.

he inhales sharply, looking at you for a moment before he clears his throat, “yeah, um, go for it, you say?” at your nod, his eyes show the slightest hint of worry before he’s speaking his concerns again.

“but what if she doesn’t feel the same and rejects me? i can’t lose her, y/n. i can’t.” you open your mouth to reassure him but he beats you to it.

“what if she starts hating me and never talks to me again? w-what if she- i can’t lose her, y/n, i-“ he breaks down, stuttering as his eyes suddenly turn glossy, and you’re instantly moving over to hug him, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

jungkook sniffles, and your eyes widen, “you won’t lose her, jungkook. stop crying, you’re not this weak. who’d ever reject you?” he lifts his head as if to say something but seemingly decides against it, burying his face in your neck while you rub his back.

you almost cry yourself, seeing jungkook weep over a girl you didn’t know. you hate that you let a part of yourself believe that he’d ever want you the same way you wanted him. but, of course, jungkook would chase after someone a lot more prettier and smarter than you.

but you need to be the responsible one here, you need to comfort jungkook and make it known to him that he was more than enough for anyone.

you couldn’t imagine anybody ever rejecting him, the boy had it all— godly proportions and a handsome face, a near perfect GPA and of course, the money. just the thought of him having his heart broken by anyone makes you see red.

“yeah...yeah, i’m sorry.” he squeezes his eyes shut one last time, pulling away and you trying to blink back the tears on his lashes. his nose is slightly red, and his dark eyes are sadder than ever, mouth forming a slight pout as he tries to hide his face because of the embarrassment of having cried in front of his crush.

yes, you, his crush. but no one knew that.

you think he looks beautiful, giving him one last encouraging smile before slipping back and turning to look out of the window to give him some privacy.

jungkook rubs his face for a few more moments and fixes his hair, licking his lips countless times in the process.

“wanna get some food?” you speak to break the awkward silence, and he nods, getting up and picking his phone up from the stand beside the bench you were seated on. “take-out?”

you smile, “sure.” and get up as well, hoping to get some paragraphs into your novel before eating.

“i’ll ask her out tomorrow then.”

you swear you can hear your heart shatter.

it’s around evening when you hear the doorbell ring, stretching your arms up to get some movement back in your muscles from having crouched in front of your laptop for hours.

you’d just finished typing out one of the final chapters for the novel you were writing and fix your hair, tightening your ponytail and going to open the door.

of course, you weren’t expecting jungkook- he was going to ask his crush out today, so your surprise is evident on your face. “hey, what’s up?” you ask uncertainly but he just smiles, “can i come in?”

“sure.” you step back and let him in, closing the door behind yourself as jungkook makes a beeline for the couch and plops himself comfortably on it.

“weren’t you going to finally confess?” you opt for a teasing tone and settle beside him, leaning back. as you do so, you notice his choice of clothes- an expensive looking shirt with a brand’s logo on it, ripped blue jeans and his trademark david stone boots. his hair is messy, a look you love on him and if you’re being completely honest, you could eat him up right here.

but you can’t. and you hate the fact.

“yeah, i was,” i am. he almost says, but chooses to lean further back into your couch. “so, what are you doing here?” you’re unable to comprehend what jungkook was doing here, smiling awkwardly.

“i wanted to ask you some more questions.” he breathes out, hands on his thighs as he straightens his posture. you raise your eyebrows, finding his behaviour slightly different but this was jungkook and you had long since learnt about his inability to act according to the situation at hand.

“ahem,” he clears his throat, “so- can i get something to drink first?”

jungkook was trying to stall. keyword: trying. he was terrible at social events and always ended up worsening the awkward situations he was put in with his comments.

you’re suspicious but get up to pour him some juice, sniffing as you rack your brain for any occurrence where you may have made jungkook uncomfortable.

“here you go. what’s wrong?” you set the glass in front of him and stare at him, ignoring his attempts to change the topic. “isn’t the weather nice today?”

that’s the last straw. you know jungkook is hiding something and can’t even bring himself to tell you even if he wanted to. you’re upset by the fact that he would even hide something from you. something so big that he’d start getting awkward around you.

“jungkook.” you call him, voice firm and fix him with a hard stare. “tell me. what’s wrong? did i upset you in any way? i’m sure it was-” he cuts you off, “no! it’s not you..” and trails off, a mix of desperation and confusion visible in his brown orbs.

“nothing’s wrong.” he mumbles but you both know it’s false, there’s definitely something different about the way he’s treating you. and you’re going to get to the bottom of it.

“jungkook.” you call out his name once more, voice steady and lay a hand on his shoulder, grip strong yet not too tight. he looks up, finally breathing out loudly. he seems to be having an inner conflict, and you’re waiting for the answer.

his eyes are wide when he looks up, and he seemingly decides something on his mind. “okay, okay.” he says, almost to himself, shutting his eyes and gathering his courage to finally confess to you.

“you know that i like this girl, right? well, let me tell you more about her.”

you don’t know why he’s saying all this, but it hurts nonetheless, hearing him gush over his dream girl right in front of you, unknowing of your crush on him. slowly, you nod, and he continues.

“i’ve liked her for about two years now, and she’s my favourite person in the world. she’s kind, caring and every thing else my ideal type would be. she is my ideal type.” your heart pangs. “her smile always manages to make me happy, and i hope that i’ll make her happy too.”

you don’t know what to say, so you settle for a randomly formed sentence, “oh, good for you.” you try to smile but it’s so restrained that it probably looks fake.

“i love so many things about her,” your mind tunes out the rest upon hearing his words- he loved her. you’re positive you’re going to break down at any given time now, but jungkook could never know about your feelings for him.

no— that would ruin every thing you had with him. and you weren’t ready to risk all that just so you could kiss and hold him, as wonderful as it sounded.

“..and once, she tried making cookies for me but ended up burning her hand. she was mad but it was really funny to me,” he chuckles at the memory and you can vaguely register something similar happening to you over all the thoughts of trying to make up an excuse for the tears in your eyes.

jungkook raises his hand to rub the back of his neck, dopy smile still on his face as he bites his lip cutely. “ah, yeah! she even got scared of a tennis ball once, i had to run in front of her to catch it because she seemed paralysed and i didn’t want her to ruin her pretty face.”

yeah, you remember how jungkook and you had fallen down that day, the image of the bright yellow ball flying your way still vivid in your mind. that had been back in high school— when you didn’t know about your feelings for him and everything was so much easier.

“her favourite subject is math, which i don’t understand how it’s possible. she loves painting her nails and her favourite scent is white musk. her hatred for cereal is something i make fun of on a daily basis and she prefers cold weather over warm.”

jungkook is looking at you now, desperation clear in his eyes and that’s when it hits you. you realise something but you’re far too terrified to admit so you just stay frozen in shock. seeing your face, jungkook continues.

“she’s never had kiwi, but remembers planck’s constant.”

your eyes widen when you realise that jungkook is just listing facts about you at this point, every single one as true as your love for him.

“and- and her name’s y/n.”

he adds softly, and you freeze, hands in his— you don’t remember that happening but it’s still welcomed. jungkook is just gazing at you, eyes holding stars in them as he waits for your next words with bated breath.

“there’s this one guy i’m in love with too..” you start off, voice holding a teasing edge to it and jungkook immediately shuffles closer. “is his name jeon jungkook, by any chance?”

you nod, smile as wide as the ocean and jungkook whispers, “does he have strong muscles and owns a penthouse?” you roll your eyes, and that’s enough for him as he leans in closer.

“can we just skip the formalities? because i’m dying to kiss you.” his low voice sends shivers down your spine. instead of replying verbally, you close the distance between you two, lips landing on his and instantly parting.

you both move in sync, as if it’s natural. you’ve been dying to do this for so long— it feels unreal. jungkook is so good at kissing, lips moulding gently against your own as he lets one of his hands grab at your waist and hold you in a comforting grip.

your own hands wrap around his neck, fingers interlocking with strands of his long, dark hair in your fingers. you can feel him smile into the kiss, pulling off gently as he chases your lips, managing to plant one final smooch against your mouth before moving back.

“add being a great kisser to that list.” he says cheekily, and you pinch his thigh in retaliation.

“why didn’t you tell me before?!” you’re not even able to be fully mad, the kiss had made you feel so dizzy with love for him. “i was scared.” he breathes out, face so close to yours and lips looking tempting. so you do what any other sane human would do and kiss him again, sweet pecks against his mouth that make his heart soar.

“well, i guess we’re both scaredy-cats. i’ve been in love with you for the past three years and never told you.” you giggle, waiting for his reaction.

it’s amusing, to say the least. his eyes widen, jaw dropping in the slightest that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t staring so fondly at his flawless self.

“you- what?” he’s so in shock it’s almost adorable, so you squish his cheeks, much to his chagrin, and coo. “mhm, been in love with your stupid ass all this while.”

“ugh, i hate you.”

“no, you don’t.” you tease, getting up to get yourself a snack. “aren’t you getting late for that date with your crush?” jungkook huffs, arms crossed and walks over to you, arms looping around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“well, then, you better get ready, babe. ‘cuz you’re in for a ride.” “am i?” you question, hands resting snugly over his.

“yeah, literally, because we’re going to an amusement park.”

it’s funny, really.

how you and jungkook have been in love for such a long time but never confessed.

© intokook | absolutely no reposts/modifications/translations of works tolerated.

This is sweet. Jeongguk here is the sweetest boy alive and to imagine the exact moment he stopped and just stared is almost hurtful as he's the type of boyfriend that does exactly this. We just know. It's adorable to read! Thank you so much for writing this.

𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ☽ jeongguk

𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 jeon jeongguk / reader genre: boyfriend/band-geek au, fluff words: 3455

I never knew you could hold moonlight in your hands.

a/n: i luv this song and this is soft. also i rlly cant stop writing guk fics so i guess im a guk fic writer now

warnings: fluff, clichés i love, it’s like glee if u squint and think about it hard enough, fresh new awkward relationships, raise ur hand if you’ve watched whip it (san marcos high school, i know nothing about you besides the fact i wrote this story listening to caricakes on youtube talking about how she went to this school)

Falling in love was a scary thing.

With people, that means. There was something about love when attached to another person that was unbelievably unnerving, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that your parents were divorced and at least one person in your family had been cheated on, thank you very much! The pressure of ultimate commitment and trust was something you just couldn’t wrap your head around; what if you gave all of that love to somebody who’d throw it all away overnight?

When people told you that you only thought that way because you were young, barely fourteen and watching your friends get into those week-long romantic relationships over fruit loops and milk cartons at break time, you insisted that no, you knew best. You knew what love was like. Love was the way your parents had fought most of your childhood, screamed, cussed, broke some things. Love was finding out the person you gave everything to suddenly didn’t want it anymore.

Eventually, you grew up and realised that life was better and happier now that your mother had moved across the country with somebody else, and your Dad was finding love in his new job and learning how to play the guitar. Life was no longer a slash horror film, but instead the colourful opening of a Disney movie, the birds singing- and hey, maybe love wasn’t so bad. Love wasn’t just what you experienced with a partner, you discovered as you transferred to high school and found that something in your chest hurt when you joined band and made some of the best friendships you had ever had. Love was open and opportunable, unpredictable and beyond kisses and hugs and hearts floating around your temples.

Love was the way you heard piano keys, or the sound of Taehyung and Seunghee laughing as you entered the band-rooms during every free period you could possibly find. Love was the guitar strings between Seunghee’s fingers, and the evenings around the campfire behind your house with the aforementioned duo and your father and his older stringed instrument, corny songs shared over the tamed embers. Aged seventeen, now, and still in love with music and the people in your life in the San Marcos High School Band Club, you didn’t think you’d be able to share that love with anything- or anybody- else. Until you met Jeongguk.

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I can relate to it :( one of the must hurtful things about distance relationships is the goodbye, but it's so cute to read I missed being in a relationship lol thanks for writing!

won’t let you (drabble)

pairing: jungkook x reader | jungkook x oc genre: fluff words: 1.2k 

summary: clingy oc not letting jungkook leave after having missed him for months under quarantine. 

a/n: got the idea here and wanted to write something short for koala oc 

Legs tangled up in yours, half of your body on his chest, Jungkook slowly flips the blanket off his side. You stiffen up in response, tightening your arm around his middle and whining into his chest. Very gently, he rubs your back and sighs. “You know I love you. But I should go.” 

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I adored your writing style. The feelings and thoughts traced even with a narrator's pov makes it feel so real, even more if they were writing by themselves. The song made it even more special, even though I'm not that familiar with the lyrics, and the interpretation is very different. Plus, the agony of almost forgetting but the information hanging on the air, laying thin before the characters and they noticing so strongly is probably my favorite (oh, the angst!). Thank you so much for writing!

what lovers do, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook has decided for Chuseok this year he's going to get his parents off his back and hire a pretend significant other. Rent-A-Girlfriend, if you will. Attend the family party with you, make small talk, split. You're an expert at doing what lovers do. Easy. But if it's so easy, then why does the heart stutter?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; fake dating au; they're in denial until they're on top of each other, oops; smut (fem reader, so much kissing, dry humping, nipple play, handjob + fingering aka getting each other off at the same time); actually mostly fluff; non-idol!BTS – strangers to lovers, ft novelist!Kim Namjoon; switches between JK's and your POV; based off the song (lyrics in italics)

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now playing – what lovers do by maroon 5 ft sza

say, say, say, hey, hey now baby oh mama, don't play now baby say, say, say, hey, hey now baby said let's get one thing straight now baby

“So, how this works is, you pay me by the hour and I pretend to be your girlfriend. Holding hands, hand on the waist come with, kissing is extra. Sucking up to your parents is free.”

She smiled like the devil, spreading out her hands.

“Tell me what kind of event and dress code. I got it all, traditional hanbok, fancy dresses, church outfits, full slut, whatever you need, I’m here for if you have the money.”

He didn’t know.

He really didn’t know about this.

But if Jeon Jungkook had to spend one more Chuseok with his mother breathing down his neck about potential grandchildren, he was going to scream. She meant well. But being told over and over that he had never brought them a girlfriend to meet and time was running out was exhausting. He wasn’t even that old! But that didn’t matter. What mattered was he wasn’t trying to find a partner and that seemed to greatly worry his parents.

He was busy living life. Wasn’t that enough?

“Um, so… I’ve never been in a relationship…” he mumbled, embarrassed, feeling his ears heat.

She waved a hand, shaking her head. “No worries. Trust me, I got this. I’ve done this hundreds of times. I can make anyone think we’re in love.”

tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not?

“Jungkook, stand straight. There you go.”

She tugged at his tie, smoothing it out. She looked nice. Beautiful even. The dark purple hanbok with the white and pink accents brought out a brightness in her complexion. It didn’t seem quite her style, but she suited it so well that it was difficult to look away.

“Do you remember my name?” she teased, nudging his arm.

“Y-Yeah, of course…”

Nope, he got a syllable wrong.

She only chuckled and corrected him, bopping him on the nose lightly with her fingertip.

“You can’t get it wrong in front of your parents. If you do, I’m going to have to go with a fake name for the entire party, and that will be very confusing to remember for every relative.”

“Sorry, I… I’ve never done this before.”

She patted his arm. “I keep telling you, don’t worry so much. Let me handle it.”

Her hand reached out, beckoning him to hold it.

He had never held a hand before, not like this. His own raised, slowly, tattooed fingers coming out of the black and gold billowy sleeve, swallowing, gasping a little as her fingers circled his, thumb rubbing against his knuckles affectionately, smiling at him.

“You look very handsome, darling.”

Suddenly his chest felt tight, so tight.

I’ll bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

“I’m a marketing software advisor.”

“You are?” he blurted, and then he realized his mistake, snapping his jaw shut, looking away quickly.

“Oh?” His mother looked confused, but his pretend girlfriend swept the focus back to her with ease, a musical pretty laugh and fond rub on his lower back, sending sparks all over his skin underneath the layers of clothing.

“Yeah, I just told Jungkook I work with computers, but my work is a little complicated to explain because I spend most of my time pitching ideas to increase efficacy and appealing to specific audiences to people are having trouble understanding the current trends of social media.” She waved a hand, clearing the air, chuckling. “It’s not really fun or exciting, I suppose, but it is challenging and I love a challenge. But I guess since it’s a bit boring, it’s embarrassing for me to talk about…”

She trailed off, looking sheepish.

His mother shook her head, immediately swooping in to console her. “No, no, I understand. Work is work, right? Not everyone has a creative and interesting job like Jungkookie, what is it again, production of music videos for that music company?”

“Ah, w-well, I mostly do rough editing and a little bit of directing…”

“He’s a director, right, right!”

“Ah, I wish he could tell me more,” his pretend girlfriend sighed, pouting a little. “But I understand, everything has to be top secret so no idol comebacks are spoiled.”

“Aw, you could tell her a little bit at least…”

In two sentences, she acted as if she had known his profession all along and simultaneously gave the reason why she didn’t know much about it to avoid further questioning.

How did she do that?

you gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not?

“You’re so good at lying.”

They were at a corner of the party now, sipping drinks together. The family gathering was in full swing, relatives chatting and drinking together, laughter and conversation. They had finally gone through all the greetings, the same announcement over and over. It was tiring, but at least he had a small moment of peace right now.

His pretend girlfriend chuckled, winking cheekily.

“That’s what Rent-A-Girlfriend is, Jungkook. It’s just lying and hanging out with cute guys like yourself.”

When she said things like that, it made his chest tight and heart strain at the same time.

She leaned in and he inhaled sharply, unsure at the close proximity.

“Your mother seems to be waiting for something though,” she murmured, making him cast his eyes over to his parents, both of them watching him curiously, whispering amongst themselves. “I think it’s because I’ve shown you affection but you haven’t even tried to touch my hand yet.”

“O… Oh…”

“You don’t have to, though.” Her soft voice was heating his neck, sending shivers all over his skin underneath his layers of clothes. “You seem a little jumpy when it comes to physical touch. Do you want me to stop?”

He turned his head quickly. “N-No, it’s just–”

And then Jungkook froze, suddenly so close to her face that he could count her eyelashes, wispy and coated with mascara, light and airy, very different from when he first met her with her darker smoked eyeliner and red-stained lips, a look that had brought out the intensity of her features, but this one was soft and demure, matching the role she was playing.

A chameleon.

“Sorry,” she said, dipping her head and shyly backing up away from him. “I’ll stop laying it on so thick. It’ll seem suspicious.”

“No, sorry, I–”

And he didn’t know what, but he leaned in and placed a quick peck on her lips, careful not to mess up her pink lipstick.

been wishin' for you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

Her eyes widened and he drew away quickly.

“S-Sorry, I know that’s extra, I will–”

She placed a hand on his knee, gently patting it.

“We can talk about it later. Your mom is coming over to tell you to eat more food.”

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, been wishin' for you ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do, ooh

“Whew, that lasted a little longer than you thought, eh?”

“A-Ah, yeah… Sorry I took up all of your night.”

She shook her head, smiling. “No, no, don’t say that. It’s my job to escort you.” She waved a hand and bowed deeply, coming back up with a bright smile, a little mischief shining in those eyes, playful and impish. It made his cheeks heat and his heart stutter.

They were standing on his front doorstep of his apartment. She was about to leave in her car that she had parked at his place. They had gone to the family gathering in his car. She was still wearing her pretty hanbok. Dressed all cute and going home alone.

“Um…”

She was tucking the envelope of cash into her purse, closing it, listening to him.

“My grandparents… want to meet up next weekend. Maybe for a walk to the local market? If… If it’s okay, once more, let’s…?”

She pulled out her phone, tapping the screen. “Let me check my schedule… Ah, I can’t do Sunday, have a different appointment, but I can do Saturday morning. Is that okay?” Her eyes went back to him. “Same fee, of course.”

Jungkook stared into those eyes, sparkling and honest. His heart stung and he didn’t understand why because he had asked for this. Maybe it was the inconvenience. His grandparents wanted to go out Sunday, but he would have to ask them to change it simply to continue the appearance of having a girlfriend. He could just tell them that she couldn’t come.

“Uh, I’ll ask them to change the date and text you. Is that okay?”

She nodded. “Okay, I’ll keep the date open for you, but please let me know by mid-next week, alright, Jungkook?”

Why did he heart stutter every time she said his name?

It was almost painful, watching her walk away.

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, been wishin' for you ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do, ooh

You leaned back in your bath, satisfied with the day, thick wad of cash on your nightstand.

Today was fun.

You had spent the evening with a cute guy named Jeon Jungkook. Tall, dark-haired, handsome. Had an arm of tattoos, an eyebrow piercing, and a permanent deer-in-headlights look. You wondered a little why he was single – besides the visible tattoos, not usually a female parents’ favorite – but one evening was enough to tell you why. He was very awkward around you, the new person, and rather comfortable with those he was familiar with, his family. Of course, he had been on edge all night, trying to remember the details about you, but you worked through that easily, speaking over him a little when he was about to make a mistake, gentle caresses of his arm and back to silence him and let you do the talking.

It was little exhausting for you, actually.

You sometimes that about stopping this whole ‘Rent-a-Girlfriend’ thing, but, shit, graduate school was so damn expensive and you were barely paying rent and school as is. The introvert in you was fatigued, but the goal-oriented part of you pushed on stubbornly. Who was next Sunday? Oh, right, a date with a regular, Kim Namjoon. He didn’t believe in love, but he was writing about it as a sub-plot in his next novel, so he contacted you to go through the motions and plan the romance of the two characters.

At this point, it was a little more like a brainstorm session, but, whatever, he was fun to be around at least. Really clumsy and funny.

Your head tipped back and you continued steeping in the warm bath like a teabag.

You had a fifteen-page paper due in next week about opsins and the significance of light polarization detection for underwater navigation in crustaceans. The research books and scientific journals were scattered by your work desk beside your bed, all open with page markers bordering the significant articles. You didn’t have an outline yet. Eh, fuck the written outline. You could write it without one. You already knew what you wanted to say. You would have to be careful though, lest you get too disorganized with your ideas. Fuck. You should do an outline.

Damnnit.

Would Jungkook call for you next Saturday? Hopefully not. Well. You would be okay with it. He was rather harmless and cute. You just hoped it wouldn’t run too long.

You slid under the water and let your breath turn into bubbles.

say, say, say, hey, hey now baby you gon' make me hit you with that lay down, baby

“You look tired.”

“Ah, yeah, sorry, just turned in my research paper last night and I haven’t slept in two days, but I have concealer. Let me borrow your bathroom for a second and we can go.”

“R… Research paper?”

“Yeah, for grad school. Biological sciences. Do you have a cotton bud?”

“Uh, yeah, here.”

“Thanks, Jungkook, you’re a lifesaver.”

“I have micellar water too, if you need it.”

You turned, surprised, noticing the plethora of skincare. There were even a few makeup bits as well.

“Oh… I don’t wear that stuff often. Only if I look really tired, ahaha…”

He ruffled the back of his short black hair, looking casual and sexy in a loose white t-shirt and jeans. No rips in them, you noticed with faint amusement. Maybe it would annoy his grandparents. A light gray hoodie was sprawled on his couch, probably to wear when he went out.

“How often is that?”

He laughed. He had a cute laugh, deep and jovial. “Ah, more often than I like to admit.”

You chuckled, dabbing on the tiniest bit of concealer under your eyes. Very light and fresh for a cute double date with Jungkook’s grandparents. It was going to be fun. You just had to make it through a couple hours and then you could crash.

“Your dress is nice.”

“Yeah?” You played with the skirt a little, making the lemon and orange print dance on the light pink jersey fabric. “I thought it would be nice for the market. Generally, a grandparents-approved style with the modest neckline, of course,” you added with a wink.

Jungkook cast his eyes down at the knee-length hem, then back up, tilting his head.

“What would you wear if it was just us?”

You frowned at the question, looking up thoughtfully. “Um… hm… I actually usually wear darker clothes, but that’s not good for summer,” you chuckled. “I don’t actually go out to the markets much. I guess maybe a t-shirt dress and a tote bag with a cap and my black ankle boots?” You shook your head, waving a hand. “But that’s too casual, I think. Your grandparents would think I’m sloppy.”

Jungkook smiled. “It sounds cute though.”

You were about to say something but then you saw the look in his eyes, making you pause.

He gestured to his hoodie and casual wear, looking sheepish. “You look too nice. I guess I should change…”

You reached out, fingertips brushing his tattooed forearm. “Wait, no. You have to be yourself. I’m the one playing the role, remember?”

Now he paused, eyes shifting away from you, swallowing hard.

“Ah… yeah. You’re right.”

ooh, say, say, say, hey, hey now baby you know what I need, out the gate now baby

She was asleep as he drove home.

He felt bad, dragging her out for all those hours.

She smiled brightly and chatted with all his grandparents’ friends that owned the market stalls, buying pears and oranges and apples, trying all the samples offered, being personable and amicable to everyone. She ate lunch with them with enthusiasm, devouring the soybean paste stew deliciously and neatly, looking so pretty and picturesque that even he believed she was his girlfriend.

But she wasn’t.

She was just pretend.

He would catch her nodding off a little, but one simple touch of his arm around her shoulders and she would jolt awake.

“Sorry, sorry,” she would apologize, looking up at him ruefully.

“I can take you home,” he had said. “Don’t push yourself too hard.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek. “No, Jungkook, it’s all right. I want to spend time with you.”

Was it real or was it fake?

She had winked. “That kiss is free,” she had whispered. “Because it’s not on the lips.”

Of course, it was fake.

She let him place his hand on her waist and hold her hand throughout the morning and early afternoon, her thumb grazing his knuckles fondly, offering him her smile.

It was fake, but it was feeling really real now.

What was he doing?

“Hey, um…”

“Jungkook…? Ugh… So sleepy…”

“You should sleep a little. It wouldn’t be good to drive like this.”

“Mmm, okay, can I borrow your couch…? Mmm… zzz…”

It was feeling really real, cradling her limp body princess-style in his arms and her arms around his neck, leaning against his chest, soft breath against his racing heart, carefully making his way to the apartment one step at a time, the canvas bag of groceries hitting his thigh as he carried it in the crook of his elbow, struggling a little with the lock. She held onto him tighter, groggy and lethargic, moving her legs a little, and he was able to see past her skirt to insert the key and unlock the door, opening it with his foot, bringing her into his apartment.

It wasn’t real.

He placed her down on his couch and took off his gray hoodie, tucking it around her torso, standing there, suddenly unsure. Her head was tipped to the side, and Jungkook reached down to adjust the cushion, collecting her hair to one side so it wasn’t in her face. Her eyes closed, soft, even breaths, already slipped into dreamland.

It was fake.

Jungkook got on his knees and pressed his lips to her temple.

She mumbled, so quietly he barely heard it.

“The kiss… is free for you… Jungkook…”

tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not? i'll bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not? you gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not? been wishin' for you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, been wishin' for you ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do ooh

“Ugh…”

What was life? What were eyes? What was that delicious smell of meat?

You opened your eyes with effort, the heavy weight of REM sleep crushing you, simultaneously feeling like you had slept for thirty years and no time at all. It was like rising from the dead, except you weren’t a hot sparkly vampire. You squinted at the ceiling, realizing it was unfamiliar.

Uh… you don’t remember that light fixture.

That ceiling fan was kind of ugly, to be honest.

You sat up, confused at the smell of vanilla fabric softener, realizing there was a light grey hoodie around your torso keeping you warm. You recognized it. Jungkook’s. Oh, shit. You feel asleep! Hah… okay, maybe staying up for two days straight with four hours of sleep was a bad idea. Shit. You clicked your tongue, annoyed that you had intruded on his space.

You looked up, seeing the kitchen.

A broad back was facing you. White t-shirt with the strap of a black apron. Diligent poking at a frying pan, pulling back quickly as oil popped and splattered.

“Ah, ouch!”

You heard the pout in his voice, scowling at the pan as he turned the steak. So that was the smell. Oh, fuck, what time was it? You saw your purse on the wooden coffee table and fished for your phone, turning it on. 2115! Jeez! How could you sleep so late?

“Oh!”

“Ah!’

You jumped at Jungkook’s cry of surprise, him suddenly realizing you were awake.

“S-Sorry! I tried to wait, b-but I got hungry…”

“No, no, it’s my bad, I slept for so long, I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry, Jungkook, I should go, you don’t have to pay for this, don’t worry–”

You stood up abruptly, snatching your purse, cheeks heating, backing away from him and his domestic image of wearing an apron and holding a pair of tongs, lips parted and doe eyes wide, calling your name but you waved a hand, backing away, backing away, stumbling to your shoes, a pair of low pink heels.

“Um, your fruits–”

“You can have them, Jungkook, they’re all yours, s-sorry again!”

“Would you like dinner, are you hun–”

“No, no, again, sorry for invading your space, Jungkook!”

Bowing repeatedly, exiting swiftly, hurrying to your car, running away, running away, heart pounding, cheeks heated, this unfamiliar feeling surely from the uncomfortableness of being in a stranger’s home fast asleep, checking your belongings, everything there, but why wouldn’t it be?

You jammed your key into the ignition and drove home quickly, heart stuttering.

what lovers do hmm, na-na-na what lovers do hmm, na-na-na

It was just pretend.

Um, you left your envelope. Do you want to come back to get it? I’ll stay up so you can pick it up.

You groaned, head hitting your steering wheel, already in your parking spot, looking down at the text from Jeon Jungkook that you didn’t check until now. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You completely forgot about it in your fluster of sleeping on his fuckin’ sofa for literal hours.

I’ll pick it up some other time. Tomorrow?

The reply was instant. He had been waiting for your answer. Well, he was supposed to pay you. He was probably worried that you were coming after him for ripping you off.

I have a call time for work tomorrow… They suddenly wanted me to go early to Jeju Island for a shooting all week… I’m very sorry. I should have mentioned it right away.

You frowned. Shit.

Okay, let’s not worry about it for now. You should sleep if you have to travel tomorrow.

You sighed. It was your own fault. But it didn’t seem like he wanted to keep the money, so that was good at least. You decided to and another message.

Travel safely, Jungkook. Don’t get sick. Don’t forget you have to pay me the second you get back! I will be waiting for you!

You punched in a few happily grinning emojis with squinty eyes to get your point across… and make you seem less like a loan shark. It wasn’t intentional, but this was business. You hoped he would understand.

It was fake.

Okay. I’ll be looking for you when I return. :)

You stilled, staring at the message.

The unexpected image of his smiling face entered your head, an almost mischievous, bunny-like smile and his wrinkled nose, the little puffs under his eyes crinkling cutely.

It was fake, but it was feeling really real all of a sudden.

aren't we too grown for games? aren't we too grown to play around?

“Are you alright?”

You started, turning back to Kim Namjoon and his curious face, looking smart and educated with his round glasses and short haircut, clean and polished. He seemed very much like a writer he was, wearing a sand-colored light trench and graphic white t-shirt, the two brown colors in the art print matching with his coat and his chestnut wide-leg slacks and similarly-colored loafers, bringing out the tan of his skin.

“Oh. Yes, sorry. What you were saying?”

“What are you daydreaming about?”

You blinked at him.

“W… What?”

Namjoon tilted his head, sucking on his cheek a little. “I could have sworn… It seemed like you were thinking about something. Daydreaming.”

You looked down at your small matcha tea cake and green tea. The café was bustling with patrons, many of them with their laptops open like Namjoon, coffees beside their keyboards.

“A-Ah…”

Jungkook’s smiling face abruptly popped up in your head again.

You shook your head abruptly, brushing imaginary crumbs off your black t-shirt dress.

“It’s nothing.”

“Hmm…”

You looked up at Namjoon, clearing your throat. “What’s next for your two lovebirds, hm?”

He chuckled, skimming the document on his screen. “Well, they’ve discovered a major clue to the case they’re trying to solve, but there’s unexpected tension that they’re not quite comprehending.”

You tilted your head. “Tension of what?”

Namjoon scrunched his lips, pushing them from side to side, his deep dimples peeking out with the action. “That’s just it… I want it to feel as if they don’t really understand what they’re feeling for each other, but for the reader it needs to be obvious they have an attraction.”

“Sexual?”

“Mmm, sure? Fondness?”

You scratched your right eyebrow, thinking. “Have they been apart yet?”

Namjoon paused. “Well, no. They’re police partners…”

“But that doesn’t mean they’re always together, right? Perhaps they get two leads at once and they split to pursue each one separately and then they have moments when they want to turn to their partner and say something but realize they aren’t there and it’s, perhaps, a moment of incomprehensible loneliness and loss, but it’s not like they won’t see each other again because they have to for work purposes, but it’s still a weird feeling, no?”

Namjoon blinked at you. “Hah…” He rubbed his chin, brow furrowing.

“Ah… not good enough, huh…”

“No, no, actually…” Namjoon mused out loud. “That kind of irrationally makes sense.”

You chuckled. “I think the point of irrationality is that it doesn’t make sense.”

Namjoon looked sheepish. “Yeah, but this is love and irrationality is the only thing that makes sense in this case, right?” he pointed at you, winking. “Right, expert?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just because I have a ‘Rent-a-Girlfriend’ business doesn’t mean I know jack shit about love. I just know how to pretend.”

“But in order to pretend, you have to be knowledgeable about it in the first place. So where is your knowledge from? Media?” he questioned, readjusting his glasses as he spoke.

You frowned. “Uh… I guess…? I don’t really watch romantic dramas or anything though.”

“Hmm… Is it maybe your natural likableness?”

You laughed, cutting into your cake. “I don’t have any natural likableness, Namjoon.”

“On the contrary. I think you’re charming and charismatic.”

You snorted a little. “Stop joking around.”

Namjoon chuckled. “Maybe you’re so used to pretending that you can’t recognize the signs of real attraction anymore.”

You were halfway to raising the bite to your lips, pausing, the words striking a chord.

“What?”

He closed his laptop, knocking into his coffee.

“Oh, shit!”

Your hand shot out and grabbed the cup, preventing it from tipping, a splash of hot liquid hitting the back of your hand, but you winced and withstood it as Namjoon scrambled for napkin, repeatedly apologizing, the previous conversation suddenly deserted, cast aside into the mindless stream of consciousness.

young enough to chase

“I-Jungkook…!”

Your hand flew to your mouth, eyes growing wide at seeing his bare torso, startled at the toned muscle and glistening pecs, still damp with water, the black sweatpants slung low on his hips, clearly yanked on in a hurry.

“I’m so, so sorry, I know you said around eight in the evening, it slipped my mind, I just got back, there was so much traffic, I was in the shower, s-sorry–”

“Ah, wait, let’s close the door, aren’t you cold–?”

You tumbled into his apartment, hastily smacking the front door closed, tripping a little, hand flying out to balance yourself, the sleeve of your loose, long-sleeved black shirt flying back, werewolf-movie print fluttering at your swift action, skidding a bit on your black ankle boot, locking your knee, fingertips touching something wet and warm.

A stuttering heartbeat at your fingertips.

You jerked your head up, pulling your hand back quickly, away from Jungkook’s naked chest and his wide brown orbs, startled at your accidental touch.

“S-Sorry!”

but old enough to know better

The first touch.

It wasn’t, but it felt like it.

Like a real touch, not meant for appearances only.

Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat, staring at the bare face and casual wear, clutching a sporty black waist bag around her shoulder with a cute tuxedo cat keychain that had a small orange tangerine on it, jingling musically as she righted herself.

It was fake.

She was just here for her payment.

“Jungkook, um…”

So… why did she have to be so pretty?

“I can wait for you.”

Her eyes shifted away, cheeks flushing, holding the strap of her bag tightly.

“Or I can j-just leave, you must be tired–”

“Um, have a seat,” he blurted, backing up, gesturing to the couch and his mess of travel items, grey hoodie over the back of the sofa and luggage torn open. “It’s, ah, messy, but… I’ll be only a second.”

“Oh, right… yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Was it just his imagination or did she seem to brighten and smile at his request?

It must be in his head. Right?

are we too grown for changin'?

You had removed your shoes and placed your waist bag on his coffee table. Sat and waited. You heard the blow drier turn on.

His light grey hoodie was beside you.

You leaned over slightly and sniffed. Even through the air travel, it still smelled like vanilla fabric softener and some kind of fresh, fruity cologne. Very clean and light. You sat back, disturbed at your sudden intrusion on his personal space. Why had you wanted to know? That was very peculiar of you to do something like that. You frowned.

You spied a black bucket hat on the coffee table, along with a packaged keychain of a whale.

Huh. A souvenir?

You wondered who it was for. It was very beautiful, delicately hand-painted in strokes of dark navy with a resin dome to give it an almost 3-D look. Maybe it was just for him. Did he like that sort of thing?

And why did you care?

You found it in your hand, turning it in the light to appreciate the shimmering effect of the paint.

“I thought you might like it.”

You jumped, nearly dropping the whale keychain.

Jungkook smiled, standing at the other side of the couch, wearing a navy t-shirt now, black hair fluffy and quickly dried.

“It’s for you.”

are we too grown to mess around?

“Ah… something this pretty? It seems expensive...”

It was all in his imagination that she was flustered. She was only his pretend girlfriend, after all.

Jungkook sat down, holding out the envelope of cash for the previous weekend.

“I bought it with you in mind. It doesn’t seem pretty enough for someone as pretty as you but, then again, nothing is.”

Oh, jeez, that was disgustingly cheesy. He almost smacked himself. How did that come out of him? Hah, she probably thought he was really weird now. Dumb. Don’t look at her. It was too embarrassing. His ears were surely turning red by now.

“Uh…”

She blinked at the envelope as if she completely forgot that it was what she came here for.

The whale keychain was held close to her chest.

“Did you really buy it for me?” she asked softly, anxiousness in her tone.

His eyes flickered up to hers and suddenly his chest was tight, so tight, heartbeat stuttering.

“Y… Yeah…”

ooh and I can't wait forever baby both of us should know better

You took the envelope from him.

That should have been it.

Right?

You stared into those big, dark brown eyes that gazed back at you, heartbeat stuttering.

Jungkook blinked at you slowly.

He only wanted a pretend girlfriend, right? He only needed you to stand next to him and laugh and smile and hold his hand and stand around with his relatives and spin tales of cute dates you have never been on. He just needed you to place your hand on his arm and ease his nervousness, ready to do the talking and the lying of precious moments that never happened, something you did all the time.

So.

Why did it feel like suffering?

His hand raised and gently touched your arm, light fingertips on your sleeve, shivers racing across your skin even under the layer of clothing. You watched his lips form your name, suddenly remembering his sudden kiss, that light peck at the family dinner, and your heart seemed to lurch in your chest, s-s-stuttering, imploring you to ask, kiss me again.

What?

Why?

“Jungkook.”

So breathless. What was going on? What is this?

He retreated his hand, realizing that he was touching you.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

Your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back, yanking on his arm and he tumbled into you, faces close, his eyes widening, counting his eyelashes, wispy and beautiful, framing those expressive doe eyes, his lips parting, pink and flush, a small mole winking at you from underneath his open mouth.

You leaned in and placed a quick peck on his lips.

been wishin' for you ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do, ooh

She was only his pretend girlfriend.

His eyes widened at the contact and she drew away quickly.

“Sorry, I… that…”

Even though she backed up, their faces were still close, as if she was unsure about retreating, torn between two thoughts, eyes darting around, the grip on his wrist tight, as if she didn’t want to let go but she was unsure, nervous, not confidently spinning lies right now, lost in the truth.

“Was that kiss free… for me?” he breathed, afraid of the answer.

Her eyes returned to him and his heart was pounding so hard that Jungkook could feel it in his ears.

“Y… Yeah…”

Why did it feel so really real, then?

She leaned in again, and this time he was already there, meeting those lips, a light kiss that was only play pretend, right, but it felt so real, stupidly real, her hand letting go of his wrist, sliding into his blow-dried hair, just play pretend, simply a learned action from millions of dates, right, trembling in that caress, shivers all over his skin under his clothes, so strange, so strange that it felt real even though it wasn’t, right, not real that his right hand raised and traced her jaw and she sighed into his mouth, soft and deep with desire, and surely it was all in his head, hopes and wishes, spending the week looking at the natural beauty of Jeju Island, taking scenic shots of B-roll and wishing he could show his pretend girlfriend, so, so pathetic, right?

Right?

Wasn’t it so pathetic that Jungkook had all these photos saved on his phone, almost sending them to her, almost, but stopping himself every time because they weren’t actually dating and all those dates she had talked about that his parents bought up were fake, all fake, none of those dates were real, just the family party and the outing with his grandparents and even then… she was his rent-a-girlfriend, the pretend lover, a stranger in his arms, only in the land of play pretend was she in love with him, and a very, very small part of him believed it was real, almost, truly, how stupid was that?

He thought about her all week, wanting to tell her all these things but that wasn’t what pretend girlfriends do.

That was what lovers do.

The kiss broke, slowly, lowered lashes and hazy eyes, counting each one that framed her gaze.

And they weren’t that.

“You’re very handsome, Jungkook,” she mumbled, thumb stroking the curve of his ear.

You look very handsome, darling.

He remembered her thumb on his knuckles, soothing him.

“Can I… kiss you again?” he whispered.

Jungkook was gambling, cards held tightly, hoping his hand was good enough. His fingertips lowered, following that line of neck to shoulder, electricity in his veins, hoping she could feel it too.

Her lips curved into a small smile.

“I’d like that, yeah.”

And her hand reached out, placing the envelope of money and the whale keychain on the coffee table, other hand suddenly on his other cheek, and the world of play pretend tumbled down, down, his lips on hers, her leg swinging over his lap and climbing on top of him, deep, hot kisses, something only lovers do, hands sliding down and his own on her waist, arms wrapping around his shoulders, holding onto him tightly, nipping at his lower lip and making him moan, prompting him to do the same so he could hear those sweet sounds from her lips too, sending shivers all over his skin under his clothes, and suddenly his clothes were too hot, just too hot.

I can make anyone think we’re in love.

He was starting to think, maybe, that such a statement included him too.

“Jungkook, ah… I…”

He blinked rapidly, jerked out of his thoughts. “W-What?”

She was breathing heavily, chuckling, sheepish, stroking the back of his neck.

“I just wanted to say…”

Her thighs squeezed his thighs and his grip on her waist tightened.

“I think about your smile a lot. It’s a very nice smile.” She looked to the side uneasily. “Is that weird?”

Heart stuttering.

“O… Oh.”

“It is a bit weird, huh, considering we’ve only met up twice and then I passed out on your couch like a homeless person–”

“I wish you stayed,” he blurted suddenly, cutting her off. She seemed taken back, eyes widening. “I… I wanted to make you dinner. For some reason. Is that weird? It is, right? Because we’ve only met up twice and you were only pretending to like me…”

She ticked her head, brows furrowing, thoughtful.

“I’m not pretending to like you.”

Jungkook abruptly forgot how to speak.

She looked back up at him, making firm eye contact.

“I think I actually like you, Jungkook.”

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh been wishin' for you ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do, ooh

Well.

That wasn’t intended, but it was out there now.

Ah, wasn’t something like this impossible? It didn’t make any sense. In some ways, it was your job to get close to people and portray a sense of intimacy. That was the whole point. The reason you were good at it was because you could read people well. You couldn’t develop emotional attachment anyway with two fake dates. And passing out on his couch. That didn’t even constitute as time together! No. That was just preposterous. Lunacy.

So.

Why were you in Jeon Jungkook’s lap right now?

“I think… I actually like you too.”

You abruptly forgot how to speak.

Your head whipped back to him, not realizing you had turned away in the first place, your arms around his neck against his navy t-shirt, thin layers of clothes between you and those broad shoulders, now confronted with brown deer-in-headlights eyes framed by fluffy black hair, glowing tan skin and parted pink lips, bare-faced and freshly from the shower, smelling faintly like some type of spa cleanser, his large hands on your waist and your thumb absentmindedly stroking the collar of his shirt, right at the base of his neck.

His skin was so soft.

“It’s a bit… warm,” you murmured quietly, leaning in again.

“Y… Yeah,” Jungkook breathed, fitting his lips over yours.

Very strange.

You thought he looked very nice the first time in his light denim jacket and loose grey shirt with light wash jeans. Hair a little messy, slightly over his silver eyebrow piercing. Pleasant, casual, easy to get along with. Maybe even better when he was dressed in that black and gold hanbok with his hair done, half-parted and one side swept back, carefully looking in the mirror before you interrupted to fix his tie and neaten it up, because you were his girlfriend after all and wouldn’t his girlfriend want her boyfriend to look his best in traditional wear? But you weren’t his girlfriend.

It felt like it though, kissing him like this.

Tilting your head, claiming his lips, gentle tongue curling around his, his tongue following suit, inhale and exhale mixing, fingertips slipping under the collar of his shirt and his fingers bunching in yours, lifting it up a little, revealing the black denim shorts underneath, slowly sinking into his lap and hard thighs against your soft ones, obvious even through his sweatpants, his hands pulling you a little closer, spreading your knees as they hit the bend of the sofa, kiss deepening, his moan at the tip of your tongue as it slid into his soft lips, your fingers sliding down his back, tracing his shoulder blades, gasping a little at the sudden hardness against the seam of your shorts, rolling your hips into it.

Jungkook sucked in a breath, taking yours away.

“Oh, um, sorry, it… your kiss…” he shuddered, gaze flitting about, letting go of your hips, hands poised in the air because, if he put them down, they would be on your naked thighs and it seemed like he was trying to avoid that. There was something sexy about his arms, one bare, one heavily tattooed, tigers and tiger lilies, eyes and song lyrics. Maybe one day you could ask him about them, point to each one and inquire about their various meanings and non-meanings, leaning against his chest.

Weird why you would think something like that.

Jungkook’s fingers twitched.

It was obvious he was itching to touch but he still felt that it was somehow impolite even though two seconds ago he had been sucking on your tongue.

“Is it bad?”

His brown orbs shot up to you.

You smiled. “My kiss. Is it bad?”

“N-No!’ Jungkook sputtered. “Not even close. I’m already hard and you didn’t even do anything but kiss me.”

You raised your eyebrows.

His cheeks flushed red. “Er…”

“I thought you never had a girlfriend,” you teased lightly, stroking his back.

His head tilted to the side and he looked away, embarrassed. “Yeah, because… I don’t really date… I guess you would call it getting drunk and messing around…”

“What a coincidence. I only fake date too.”

You rolled your hips into his crotch and Jungkook gasped, hands flying to your thighs, sinking his fingers into them, eyes wide and on you again.

“I have this kind of ‘Rent-a-Girlfriend’ thing going on, but I think someone is jeopardizing my business.”

He blinked rapidly, confused. “Who?”

You chuckled.

“You, Jungkook.”

been wishin' for love, ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do

Jungkook was a connoisseur of messing around. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been kissed before.

Well.

He hadn’t been kissed like this.

Like he didn’t want it to stop and at the same time he needed more, but that was foolish, that was asking too much, she was just his pretend girlfriend, and he was jeopardizing her business, right, right, so, so fucking hot suddenly when she captured his lips in this moment, his hands pushing her thighs down on his thighs, rocking his hips into hers, low moan at the sensation, feeling the heat, her hands sliding down and he hastily yanked his shirt up, letting those exploring fingers touch his skin, fuck, okay, he had messed around but it was moments of needing something specific and this was something he didn’t know he needed and yet needed very badly and that didn’t make much sense but it was too late to wonder about it now, sparks over his skin at her light caress, not just her thumb over his knuckles but all her fingertips spreading out over his abs, heavy purr against his lips, dainty, light pecks that made him whine and want more, more, more.

Her name drifting out of his mouth, need and want and wishes.

“I kind of…” she panted, nails lightly nicking his skin, raising his shirt slightly. “Want to take it off… Is that weird?”

Shivers but she was already underneath his clothes.

His fingers slid up, bunching into the hem of her long-sleeved shirt. “Ah… no… I kind of… want to take yours off too…” His voice was deep somehow, winded.

They looked into each other’s eyes and then pulled up.

It was a tangled mess, soft laughter and minor confusion, clothes tossed aside in the pile of his half-unpacked laundry, his and hers, and then hands all over, body to body, skin to skin, hot kisses to smiles, him lifting his back off the couch so her touch could be felt everywhere, her black bra against his pecs, hips to hips, her reaching back and unhooking it, throwing it onto his suitcase, and he looked down, gasping, that lovely curve and perfect round nipples, hard and pressed to his pecs.

He raised his head, imploring, and she pushed his head down with a smirk.

His lips parted, grazing the curve of her throat as her body raised, tongue slipping out and tracing a line from her neck to collarbone by accident, hearing a sharp moan above him so he followed it, kissing down, down, the taste of her skin, soft and smooth, closer, closer, ooh, her nipple on his lips, scent overflowing his nose, indescribable, delicious, arousing, glancing up as he placed an experimental kiss, softness and hardness under his lips, so perfect, and she was staring down at him, breathless, fingers tangled in his hair.

“Oh, uh… if you don’t want–”

He closed his lips around it and moaned, swirling his tongue to taste it all.

“Jungkook, ah…”

This was something only lovers do.

Tongue and kisses, open and closed mouth, driven by her erotic sounds and the electricity from her fingers curling in his hair, her torso rolling into his face, teasing and sucking, her back arching in his hands, a graceful curve, thighs flush to his, his name falling from her lips, back up so he could push her back down onto his straining erection, a welcome weight and hot friction, taking her lips again, cold wet nipples rubbing against his heaving chest, shuddering, desire and need, her reaching down and unbuttoning her shorts, sliding back and he pushed them down, gasping as her panties were dragged with the tight fit, the scent and sight of sweet wetness, falling to the ground, the pause of sudden embarrassment and her shifting eyes, so he did the only thing he thought would help.

Jungkook gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked down.

Her eyes went wide.

“Y… You’re not wearing underwear…”

“O… Oh, yeah, I had to answer the door so I just yanked pants on…”

“Oh, right…”

“Can I…?”

Their fingertips knocked into each other and they both gasped, jerking up to stare into each other’s eyes.

In unison.

“S-Sorry…”

Hands lowering.

Why was this so nerve-wracking? Why was he acting like he never touched a woman before? Fuck, Jungkook, get a grip! Scooting forward and she stepped forward, closer, closer, hot breath mixing, light caress of fingertips to thigh, his and hers, curving inward, following the natural instinct, and then she darted forward and captured his lips, breaking the tension, kiss soaring through his nerves, hand wrapping around his length and his own cupping her wet heat, fuck, desperate moan at the feeling of those juices leaking through his fingers and the pleasure of another’s touch ghosting over his length, twitching in her palm.

“Touch me, Jungkook, just do it, please…”

He didn’t need much affirmation, but he did need a little and those words were enough, burning with emotion, stroking those velvet folds, drenching his fingers, moaning her name in her mouth.

“Please, touch me more,” he pleaded. “Please.”

Her hand closed around his cock and he slid two fingers into her hot tightness.

Gliding back onto his lap, her other hand cupping his jaw, pumping him in time with his thrusting fingers, slow and deliberate, but hot and heavy, his left hand on her thigh, squeezing it, so warm, so wet, so soft, so tight, he loved it, his chin being tipped up, drowning in kisses, mumbling against her lips.

“I love how you feel, fuck, your pussy is so nice, has to be the best one I’ve ever touched…”

“How sober were you for the other ones?” she teased, nipping at his lower lip.

He smirked a little. “That’s why I had to be a little drunk.”

“Ooh, so mean. A bad boy.”

It could have been hurtful, but it wasn’t, just light and teasing and fun.

“You have an attractive cock yourself. Most of the time they’re very ugly. Especially the balls.”

He laughed a little, raising his eyebrows. “Yeah? I guess I don’t have much experience in that area. I’ll have to resort to your expert opinion.”

There was a moment of annoyance in those eyes, a clear, oh I see you’re a bit of smartass, eh, but it disappeared and he found she was fixated on his expression, and his smile faltered a bit, confused.

“I think I’m in love with your smile.”

Jungkook felt it return to his face, grinning. “Yeah?”

Her eyes flickered back up to him, sparkling in playfulness. “Yeah, I think so.”

He was falling in love with her smile too. He knew he was.

Kisses again, deeper, faster, a little harder, bodies close, surrounded by fallen clothes, need and want and wishes granted, something about her hand, tight and constricting and so, so good, something about her heat, warm and pulsing and so, so wet, sweet moans and thumb stroking his cheek, I thought about your face all week, I think you drove me a little crazy, Jungkook, his hot gasp on her chin, getting close, breathing erratic, digging his nails into her thigh, I kept seeing all these beautiful sights on the island and thinking I want to take you there someday, I want to take pictures and film beautiful you in that beautiful scenery, that seems a little crazy too, doesn’t it, her hips rocking into his hand, so nice, strength behind it, need for release, and he realized he was doing it too, thrusting his hips up into her hand, getting there, closer, closer, gazing into those eyes and seeing himself reflected in those orbs.

“Goona cum,” he gasped.

“Me too, fuck, Jungkook!”

His heart didn’t stutter.

It soared.

He moaned her name, hips flinching, thick stream of cum spraying out and hitting his stomach and all over her fingers, choking as her walls clamped around her fingers and her hand grasped his head, caught in his hair, powerful pulses around his fingers and joints, liquid gushing down, thick sweet honey mixing with his strong masculine scent, rendering his shower a little useless but he could care less, gasping with every twitch against her palm, his orgasm and her orgasm on each other’s hands, something only lovers do, and strangely really real, so real, that he almost, almost, almost forgot she was his rent-a-girlfriend, his pretend lover, a stranger in his arms.

“Jungkook…”

He was panting very hard, lost in her eyes.

“At the risk of closing down my business.”

His chest felt tight, so tight.

“I would really like to be your all-the-time, real girlfriend.”

There could have been games, they could have played around, but they were too grown for that, young enough to chase, old enough to know better, and she did know better so she took the plunge into the water to see if it was cold, but he was already there in the warm waves, way before she was, and a smile broke out on his face.

“If that means I’m your all-the-time, real boyfriend.”

She grinned, laughing.

“Yeah, that’s how this works.”

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they're so cute! i could feel their nervousness and the idea of falling in love into each paragraph, through their smiles and little gestures. thank you for writing!

euphoria

jeon jeongguk / reader genre: royalty au, fluff rating: general words: 3305 warnings: big ball of love, inspired by moon lovers + that one gorgeous scene in tangled a/n: this is a bit of my royal jeongguk au i was writing and never finished, and i wrote this whilst listening to jeongguk’s new solo song snippet and a version of euphoria that i never knew i needed (+ i love, please see my masterlist for the link). also, happy birthday jeongguk, i love you so much °₊·ˈ∗♡( ˃̶᷇ ‧̫ ˂̶᷆ )♡∗ˈ‧₊°

➸ To be betrothed to Jeongguk is not only a great business advantage for your families, but a great honour for yourself. To be betrothed to Jeongguk, and one day bound to him, would be your greatest glory.

On Prince Junghyun’s birthday, it snows.

The first snowfall of the year, after a long haul of barren landscapes and dropping blossoms; Jeongguk feels like he’s been waiting forever for the snow to fall. Standing on the inside looking out, Jeongguk rests his hands on the cool stone of his bay window, stretching his body to peer out onto the courtyard of his keep. A thin layer of white lies peacefully over the once green grass outside by the cherry blossom trees, castle turrets stretching up into a grey sky littered with tiny flakes. He inhales the smell of the snowfall, the fresh smell that tickles his nose as he catches the scent.

Today is the day, he thinks, pushing himself back flat onto his feet and retreating towards his wardrobe, the solo door in the wall that opened out into a spare room converted for his luxury. Today is the day he will officially court you, and it has to be perfect.

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this made my day when i was feeling sad. so first of all, thank you!

i appreciate a lot when people don't need a solid or magnific reason to hate or dislike somebody, because this happens in real life!! also, i understand a lot this y/n because i spent a little time hating my roommate too (thank god we didn't fell in love) lol. Also, the slow and meaningful way jungkook fell in love made it even more significant than just ending there, after the three days. it kinda shocked me cause i was waiting for this ending but this was way more beautiful and soothed my heart.

Euphoria | jjk

❥ Summary; There was always a sign on Jungkooks’ door that said something along the lines of, ‘Warning; I am naked in here. Do not enter unless you’re ready to see a whole lot of dick.’   

or, that one roommate au where Jungkook is a cocky bastard.

❥ Roommate!AU | M.list | word count; 7.6k

❥ Jeon Jungkook x Reader; angst, douche Jungkook, enemies to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, smut, he’s actually a softie

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how. is. this. a. ONE. SINGLE. UNIQUE. SHOT????????!!!!!!!!!!¿¿¿¿¿ IM TORN!!!! I'm sad, so sad that there won't be a part 2 but wow this plot is AMAZING. thank you so much for writing and sharing!

Saudade

(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”

Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook 

Warning: Fluff, Smut and so much Angst. Please don’t proceed if you are triggered easily. 

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The night unfolded cold and dark; the November weather had casted snow and rain upon the city of Seoul. You admired the city from above the steep concrete that leads to your home. The moving cars, the tall buildings and the blinding lights all were beautiful, almost mesmerizing you would think if you hadn’t met Taehyung.

You climbed up the lazy stairs of your building, counting down the familiar number to your apartment. You reached for the keys inside your bag and unlocked the door.

“Taehyung? I’m home” you called out while throwing your jacket and bag onto the couch as you proceeded to the kitchen.

“Hey baby” Taehyung said as he walked to your frame to leave a kiss on your forehead. He was wearing a plain button up shirt that wasn’t buttoned all the way up, revealing his chiselling, sun kissed toned chest, one that you got used to sleeping on and finding comfort in along with black trousers. You leaned into his body wanting to feel more of his warm, nuzzling your head into the junction of his chest and shoulder, you placed small kisses earning a chuckle and a low moan from him.

“Is everything okay?” he asked and you could feel his worried gaze on you, making you lift your head up in response.

“Yeah, I just feel like… I don’t know… I missed you” you laughed ashamed of yourself, you had been living with him for more than you can remember, and you had seen him just before you left for work, it hadn’t even been 9 hours since then. He always had that effect on you, it wasn’t unusual he always makes you miss him when you leave his side.

“I’m right here baby” he whispered, comforting you by running his hands up and down your sides, looking at you with warm and tender eyes. You wonder how you go so lucky to belong to someone like him, so affectionate, so loving.

You reached out for his cheeks with your palms, both encapsulating him into your hold and moved your lips to capture his. The kiss was like usual, so innocent and beautiful. Taehyung was always fast to respond to your lips, as if he was always expecting them, something you’ve always loved about him. The kiss slowly grew into something more passionate laced with lust, you could see it in him and you could feel him emitting the same need as you are. His hands guided you both to the bed without breaking the kiss, walking back till his knee found the familiar covers only to fall on his back, making you on top of him.

“I love you” you told him as you moved your lips down to kiss his chin, jaw and neck leaving behind beautiful colours of purple and red “so much”. “I love you too” he said before getting a hold of your lips with his and recuperating your actions. You had spent the entire night moaning out words of love to every thrust, every suck and every kiss. It was perfect, he was perfect.

The next morning was a repeat of yesterday’s, you woke up at 7am where the sun was outside burning bright rays through the white curtains and into the white walls, illuminating the room in a beautiful way. He was sleeping next to you, arms around your waist pulling you into his chest. You smiled at him before leaving a kiss on his forehead before getting ready to go to work.

“Y/N! Good Morning” your neighbour greeted as you were closing the door of your apartment.

“Good Morning Yeri” you greeted her back, she was a lovely person beautiful inside out. She always beamed with happy and good radiation. You always felt sorry for not showing up when she invited you to her home or when she asks you to go with her to get groceries. You were always occupied to Taehyung.

“How are you?” she asked with a smile in her face

“Good, what about you?” you asked returning her smile.

“I’m good too” she spoke before continuing “Aren’t you going to lock your door? You always leave it unlocked you might get robbed one day” she said.

“Oh, Taehyung’s inside he’ll lock it when he wakes like he always does don’t worry” you replied

“Y/N… Can you do me a favour?” she asked with her smile faltering which alarmed you a small amount.

“Yeah, sure” you replied.

“Can you meet someone for me? I-uh, they’ve always wanted to meet you and – just please? I know this is weird” she tried to laugh it off.

“Okay?” you said unsure, “Who is it?” you asked curiously.

“His name is Jungkook, he’s a friend of mine” she said looking away from you “I think, he would like to meet you” she added.

You were sceptical. Who was he? “Yeri, this is kind of weird for me you kn-“

“Just please?” she begged making you unable to reject her request.

“Okay… When?” you questioned

“Tonight, 7pm in Santiago it’s a local café just next to Raven’s park” she cut off making you laugh, she appeared almost desperate for you to meet this man.

“Okay, okay I’ll meet him” you said as you excused yourself before you were late to work. You work as an accountant. You deal with complex transactions that take a significant focus of your mind, respond to client emails and answer calls with occasional meetings throughout the week. You didn’t mind your job much.

At 6pm, you attempted to tidy up your desk and put files into place before turning off the light of your office in order to leave, not forgetting the favour you owned your neighbour. In all honestly, you never enjoyed meeting new people just like Taehyung, and grew anxious, maybe that’s why she told you to do this favour you thought, maybe she picked onto your bad habits. You chose not to dive too much into it and just try to be your normal self.

You know you found the right place when you spotted the baby blue café, right next to the park as Yeri described. It was near to 7 and decided to walk in and find a table. The place was cozy and small, it had only a few people and it smelt of the amazing scent of coffee. As you were approaching a table, a man appeared your age tapped your back.

“Are you Y/N?” he asks shyly.

“Ah yes! You must be Jungkook” you replied, “Sorry was I late?” You asked awkwardly.

“No… No not at all” he smiled, “I found us a table there, it much warmer”.

“Sure” You nodded before walking to the table and settling into a chair the faced his.

“Here you go, this is the menu choose what you’d like to drink.” He spoke before adding “Although I do recommend their caramel chai latte, I’ve tried everything here and nothing seems to beat it” he grinned.

“Alright then, one caramel chai latte” you smiled back.

“Great choice” he said before walking up to order for the both of you.

He returned with two of your drinks, handing one on your side of the table before taking his seat again.

“I take it you were told by Yeri to meet me, correct?” he proceeded as he took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, I have” you replied, “She didn’t tell me why though” you confessed.

“Oh” his expression changed “I guess this makes it a little bit awkward, isn’t it?”

“Slightly, yeah” you laughed before taking a sip to try and dissolve the heavy air.

“Okay tell you what, how about we get to know each other?” he proposed.

You both finished your cups of coffee while learning more about each other. He was so easy to talk to, he learned about most of your life which included where you grew up, your age, your work and Taehyung, while he told you about his. He was a good guy, handsome and had the most charming bunny smile and you enjoyed his company. You knew it was getting late when you received a call from Taehyung.

“Hey baby? Where are you?” he spoke from the other side of the phone.

“Ah Taehyung! I’m with a friend” you said biting the inside of your cheek to prevent your mouth from cracking a smile as you see Jungkook smirk at the title you had so quickly given him.

“Friend? Who?” your boyfriend asked.

“Jungkook, he’s a friend I met today” you told him

“A guy? Y/N be careful of meeting guys you don’t know late at night” he sounded worried making you smile at his unnecessary worry.

“Don’t worry, he’s a good guy” you nodded at your own words “I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” you told him before hanging up.

You placed your phone on the table, before returning your attention to the man in front of you.  

“Is it okay if I borrow your phone?” he asked hesitantly. “My battery died as I was playing some stupid games on my phone and I need to call somebody, if that’s okay?”

“Sure” you said before handing him his phone.

You watched him dial whoever he wanted to call and heard a short conversation, before distracting yourself by looking outside at the by-passers.  

“Thank you” you were interrupted by the words of the man in front of you, returning your attention to him once again.

“It’s okay” you said shyly.

“Actually, Y/N” he spoke quietly “I need to be honest with you” he said instilling anxiousness that dissipated when you thought he had been honest with you all along.

“What is it?” you asked as your eyes shakily looked into his, mentally preparing yourself for multiple scenarios running through your head.

“I`m- I’m a psychologist” he said making you laugh.

“Psychologist? So?” you laughed in confusion.

“No Y/N… Yer-… I’m meeting with you today because I am a psychologist, I’m a mental health counsellor”

“Excuse me?” you said confused.

“Why are you coming to meet me as a… wait, what?” you asked astonished.

“I know, this, Yeri told me about you. She told me you needed my help” he said carefully, trying to not hurt you with his choice of words.

“I don’t need your help” you said as you got up angrily, how dare she ask you to meet a counsellor, did she think you were crazy? So many thoughts ran in your mind making you grow angrier.

“Y/N please! Listen to me” he called out as you walked away, making him walk after you.

“Let me explain okay? Please?” he said and you had no reason to be angry with him, he didn’t lie about who he is and you didn’t want to go back home confused on why the hell they think you’re crazy.

“Let’s go to a quieter place? The park?” he suggested and you nodded, he didn’t seem like a person who would try to do anything to you and you trusted him.

As you walked in the park, you spotted a free chair where you both can talk.

“Let’s sit here, shall we?” he said as he sat down.

“I know this is going to be hard to hear” he looked up at you “Please sit down” he asked while glancing a worried look at you before looking down to the floor. You sit down warily.

“Like I said… Yeri called me a while ago and sh-she told me you needed my help. I didn’t know what she meant but she told me you-“ he looked at me “You… You’re not okay.” He sighed, and you were more confused.

“Jungkook-“

“Let me finish okay? I just don’t want to shock you… I’ve been following you around for a while thinking you were a danger to yourself like many of my other patients, I didn’t know what was ‘wrong’ with you because you seemed fine”

“Yeah, that’s because I am fine. I’m not crazy” you laughed.

“No, no y/n… You’re not okay” he replied sternly cutting your laughter short before you erupted into more laughter.

“Okay, okay… So what? I’m crazy?” you laughed more

“Y/N, I know this is hard to hear I’ve seen the way people react to my diagnosis but they all expected something to be wrong with them, which is why they come to my office. But you, you don’t even know that there’s something wrong and for me to break it down to you is hard for me too” he sighed again.

“What’s wrong with me then?” you asked looking at him carefully.

“You’re schizophrenic.” He said while maintaining an intense eye contact.

You analysed him carefully, looking for the smallest sign that can give away the big fat prank he’s trying to make on you. There were none. What the hell is he talking about?! You tried to keep your mouth shut and refrain yourself from erupting into another fit of laughter, but you failed and laughed hysterically.

“Sorry to break it down to you Jungkook but I’m not hallucinating shadows or hearing unordinary noise but I appreciate the talk.” you said as you were getting up only to catch his hand around your wrist pulling you back into your position.

“Please listen to me, I’m not finished talking” he said “I promise I’ll prove It but don’t make it hard on me to do that” he sighed for the third time.

“Give me your phone” he instructed,

“Why? To let Yeri know that her neighbour isn’t the crazy bitch she thought she is?”

“No Y/N, let me prove it to you” he said

“Fine” you said as you handed him the phone “Prove it” you challenged him.

You saw his finger ghost the screen before he clicked onto the contacts and clicking on ‘Love’ which was what you saved Taehyung as on your phone. You were so confused, how is he going to prove you were crazy by calling Taehyung? Only then it hits you.

“The number you have dialled has not been recognised. Please try again” What the hell? This is Taehyung’s phone number?!

“What the fuck?” you questioned before snatching the phone to see if the phone number was the one you recognised as Taehyung’s and it was. What the hell is going on? Why is his phone number not recognised? He only called you minutes ago!

“Look, see… I’m so sorry Y/N” Jungkook spoke slowly before shattering your heart into pieces with what he claimed next “Taehyung isn’t real Y/N”.

“What?! What do you mean?!” you panicked “I’ve known him for years Jungkook, how dare you even say that?! This isn’t funny” you tried to get up again.

“I know I told you it’ll be hard to hear, but if I was lying why is his phone number not being recognised?! Forget that, why is his phone number not on your recent call list? He never called you! You were hallucinating it!” he tried to explain but you only grew more furious.

“Don’t you dare tell me who Taehyung is, I don’t even know you don’t you dare pretend you know me let alone him!” you shouted before running away. What the hell is happening?! You were heartbroken by the fact that someone told you the man of your life was just an imagination, that’s not possible! You see him, you hear him and most importantly you can feel him! How can he claim such thing.

Deep inside, you were panicked, what if he was right? You needed to confirm this! You need to return to Taehyung and ask him about this whole entire nonsense” You were so busy with your thoughts that you didn’t notice that Jungkook was behind you, calling out your name while trying to keep your pace.

You reached the familiar tall building and hurried up the stairs. When you reached your familiar door, you were praying silently that it was locked, that there’s a smallest of a confirmation that Taehyung is here. But like Yeri told you, it was unlocked, just like you left it.

“Taehyung?!” you called out frantically as you pushed the door open. “Taehyung?! Where are you” you tried your hardest not to cry.

“Y/N? What’s wrong baby?” he said as he hurried from the door frame you always seemed to find him where you returned from home.

“Thank God! Taehyung you won’t believe this, a man I met said yo-“

“Y/N!” Jungkook called out to you at your door way.

“See?! He’s real Jungkook! He’s right here” you pointed at him.

“Y/N… I don’t see him…Please just list-“ Jungkook said as he held onto your arm.

“Don’t touch me! Stop lying! Taehyung please tell him I’m not crazy! You’re right here!!!” You shouted as tears fell down your cheeks as you saw a defeated Taehyung.

“I’m sorry baby…” he said while approaching you. “I’m so sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?! What does this mean?!” you were torn apart, not knowing why he was apologising broke you because you knew something was wrong.

“Because… I’m not real…” he said as you witnessed tears running down his cheeks too, he looked exactly like you, then everything clocked. You were looking at another version of yourself, someone that knew you well, someone that had gave you everything you wanted without asking for it, someone that was too perfect to be true.

You couldn’t handle the shake in your legs and fell onto your knees, you were defeated. Life as you know it was over. You had been living in your own lies and delusions, how were you to live? You didn’t know life without him. You were broken as more evidence of your delusions hit you one by one. The unlocked door, the none opened messages you send him, the marks of love that you saw on him but not on you. It all made sense, and you wish it didn’t. You will never be able to move on from this. How do you accept that he isn’t real? That your love isn’t real?

The last thing you heard before darkness invaded your vision was Jungkook saying “I got you, you’re going to be okay”.

Paradisiacal | jjk

Genre: fluff Pairing: jungkook x reader Word Count: 800 Summary: This is meant to put you into a peaceful state of mind if you’re feeling anxious and need a little mental escape. 

I wrote this after a conversation @bulletproofbirdy and I had. 

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this is SO SO good like actually something I'd do to him to make him pay attention so i totally understand oc 🥲 anyways, dom kook is so slight and natural I don't even see him that angry, but he's so good. I want him!!!! thank u for writing, i loved it!

let the games begin | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, gamer!jk, light fluff at the end, established relationship 

>>word count: 5.7k

>>warnings: dom!jk, BRAT oc, but rly she just wants to be good 😔, big dick koo, spitting, spit eating, boobs, unprotected sex, cream pie, um…oh!, crying, crying during sex, not from pain tho, oc just gets overwhelmed :(, aftercare kinda?, boobies, comfort, idk man, riding, weird pet names lmao, oc is so tiny, big jiggly fat tits, OMG COCKWARMING, that’s literally the reason i wrote this lol, breasts, when jk cums…. v sexy, low key one sided sex 🤷🏻‍♀️ 

>>notes: all gamer lingo is from reddit, bc me and oc are the same in the way that we have no idea what the boys that are ignoring us for video games are saying so if it doesn’t make sense idc 🥲 yell @ me in an ask or sumn

>>summary: just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair 🙄 pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

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WHAT A COUPLE GUYS WHAT A COUPLE!!! Jungkook actually is a lightweight (the poison apple vlive is a total proof) and what makes this so special is the awkward and yet reasonable and cute way the kiss and everything else happened. Tattoo artist Jungkook is a thing, right? You don't need to say much more than that to make me fall in love (just by saying Jungkook will do, too), but your story is amazing. Thank you for writing!

the philosophy of good luck (m)

summary ➝ “you told me i looked good and that you needed to get a tattoo of my face” is not the explanation you wanted to hear from the tattoo artist that permanently etched the dumbest drunken request of your life onto your skin.

pairing ➝ tattooartist!jungkook x reader

universe ➝ tattoo parlor and roommate au

genre ➝ smut, fluff

words ➝ 7k

notes and warnings ➝ mentions of alcohol consumption. oh and on a side note, the reader is a law major for plot purposes only. this idea just popped into my head while i was trying to write another fic (that i’ve been working on for months whoops) so i abandoned that and wrote this instead. i hope you like it and any feedback is so so appreciated! 

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