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‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 01

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Yns roommate is a meanie beanie

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Your first day at the gym goes bad but your new bestie is there to help.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 1.8k

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You stared at the number on the scale, the number haunted you, it’s the biggest number you’ve ever seen on it and you would have let tears fall if your roommate hadn’t walked in.

She looked over your shoulder and down at the scale.

“Yikes,” She sighed,” maybe you should consider finally using that gym membership I got you.”

Your pulse quickened at the mention of the worst Christmas you’ve ever had in your life.

It was supposed to be the best since it was the first time your crush Kim Taehyung, agreed to go to your party. You wore this really pretty red dress, which in hindsight was definitely a mistake since he said you reminded him of Mrs. Claus and when he saw the hurt in your eyes he added cute to it.

You just smiled and hoped everything would be perfect and fun.

But it wasn’t.

When it was time to open presents and your roommate gave you an envelope you thought was a gift card to your favorite restaurant. A gift that she usually gives you, but when you opened you saw a membership card to your local gym.

You were mortified. You looked around the room only to see your other friends giggling along and praising her because it was just so nice of her to be thinking of your health.

Even Taehyung laughed.

You still haven’t been able to face him since then. It was also when the voice in your head got a little bit meaner than usual.

You shook your head to rid you of that memory.

“I’m actually going to go later today,” You smiled proudly,” I want to document my whole progress and-“

“Are you actually going to do it this time though?”

You bit your lip.

She’s right. Are you?

“I am,” you said above a whisper,” I have to.”

She hummed,” that’s good y/n.”

You loved your roommate Yoon, she was friendly, strong, beautiful and thoughtful. Sometimes her comments did hurt you but she was just looking out for you.

She just wants what’s best for you.

You went to the gym when google said it was the least busy.

Which was at 1pm.

You were instantly met with a couple of guys and another girl, it definitely smelled like a gym.

You suddenly felt pumped and excited.

You looked around and everyone was doing their own thing, no one paid attention to you.

You won’t pay attention to them, well you might have paid just a tiny bit of attention to one guy in particular. He was lightly jogging on a treadmill but he was gorgeous, his hair was dark, sweaty and in his face, and oh god he had a sleeve filled with random tattoos.

He probably hates girls like you.

The voice in your head made sense.

You made your way to a treadmill, just one away from the muscley guy.

You hyped yourself up.

Let’s do this y/n

You got this.

Here we go, just turn it on.

Wait, how do you turn it on?

The treadmill had so many buttons and adjustments that made no sense to you whatsoever.

You sighed, defeated. It was barely your first day and it had already gone horribly, embarrassingly wrong. You wanted to cry, you wanted to go home and maybe eat those macaroons your mom sent you but you remembered Yoon was home and would most definitely tell you how she knew you'd give up so easily.

You bit back tears, swallowing the heavy lump in your throat. You were determined to do this though. You don't know how but you were going to do it.

Luckily the man next to you had been glancing towards you ever since he heard you sigh loudly every now and then. He could tell it was your first day, he remembered how nervous he was on his own first day. Maybe that's why he decided to help you, or maybe it was because he found you so breathtakingly beautiful he couldn’t help but feel like wanting to take care of you.

He pushed those thoughts deep down remembering how his best friend told him how weird and disgusting she felt when men did so much as even look at her at the gym. He didn't want you to think he was like those types of men.

He looked over to you, luckily you didn’t have headphones in.

"Hey," the man leaned over the treadmill," if you don't mind, I can show you how to turn it on."

Your face morphed into one of distrust, you felt embarrassed that he's offering to help you.

How much of a fatass do you have to be to not know how to turn a treadmill on?

You huffed, sometimes you just gotta swallow your pride and receive any help you can get.

"Thank you." You avoided his dark eyes. Something about him made your heart race and your ears bloom with blush.

"I'm Jungkook by the way." He smiled.

"I'm y/n..”

You didn't want to smile because of the embarrassment you felt but his was so contagious that you couldn't help your lips as they twitched into the most awkward smile you've ever worn.

He was even more handsome up close and his tattoos added on to how intimidating he looked. Once he spoke though, it was like that mask of intimidation flew off and you were met with the most genuine smiles you’ve ever seen.

“You gotta put this thing in here,” Jungkook grabbed the little plastic cube that was attached and placed it over one of the little buttons,” see? If you lose control just pull it off and it’ll stop. Now this is the speed, and this is the incline.”

Incline? What the heck was an incline? This was much more complicated than you thought it would be.

Maybe you should just give up.

You sighed again, making Jungkook glance at you. He recognized the confusion in your face.

“The incline is where you can make the treadmill feel like you’re walking on a hill,” he explained,” the bigger the number the steeper it’ll be.”

“Oh.” You mentally noted.

“I don’t recommend using it until you get comfortable just walking on it, you’ve never been on one before right?”

You pressed your lips in a thin line.

Was it that obvious?

“I mean, unless you want to! You can work out however you want, I don’t- I don’t make the rules,” Jungkook spoke fast to clear up any misunderstandings,” I just assumed I’m sorry.”

Did he just apologize?

He didn’t even say anything worth apologizing for but yet here he was over explaining himself, clearly regretful of what he said.

He cleared his throat,” I’m- I‘m gonna go..if you need any help just come get me.”

You nodded, fixing the speed of the treadmill. You watched him walk to the weights and maybe your eyes stayed on him a little longer than they were supposed to be.

You couldn’t help it, he was absolutely amazing. It was like those big weights were made out of paper. He handled them so easily and you were in awe, wishing you could be that strong. He also looked extremely sexy but that thought was for another time.

30 minutes later he came back to do his cool down on the treadmill next to you.

Jungkook smiled at you before setting his speed to match yours.

Your heart fluttered.

It felt like you two were silently walking together and suddenly you didn’t feel all that nervous anymore. You had someone there, he didn’t pressure you, he didn’t make any back hand comments, he just walked with you and occasionally gave you a smile.

Maybe today wasn’t as bad as you think.

Jungkook snapped you out of your own thoughts when he grunted and you decided it might be time to end your own workout.

He helped you clean your machine before he started gossiping.

"I take it today is your first day?" Jungkook asked as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

"Y-Yes." You rubbed your thumbs together nervously.

You waited for him to say something that would most likely make you regret accepting his help. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for him to criticize you.

But instead his eyes smiled before his lips did.

"Well welcome!" Jungkook patted you on the back, a little bit rougher than intended but it's the gesture that counts," I think you did really good for it being your first day!'

The pain in your chest eased up a little.

"You think so?" You basked under his praise like a flower soaking in the light from the sun, and just like a flower you felt yourself grow a little bit taller. ”Definitely! I mean you were beast on speed 3.”

He grinned hoping to make you smile just a little bit since he could see how nervous you were.

He waited.

There it was.

You looked so pretty smiling and he wondered if you smiled often or if you were always cute and shy.

You tried holding back your smile, but you couldn't help how nice it feels to be told that you did a good job instead of being told you weren't trying hard enough.

Maybe today would be the beginning of change, and you hoped this change would be like spring and blossom the bud of love in your heart for yourself.

Jungkook showed you where the water fountain was so he could fill his water bottle up and your heart swooned just a little when he offered to fill yours up too. You graciously handed it to him, feeding giddy from his gesture.

“Maybe tomorrow I can show you how to do the step climber.”

A scary name for a machine but you felt excited because of how excited he seemed to be.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jungkook cutely wiggled his eyebrows.

“Y-Yea,” You avoided his eyes, afraid to catch them judgingly eyeing your body,” around the same time..”

You didn’t want to come back if you were being honest, but something about his energy eased your racing mind. You almost felt like he wanted to see you again.

You always were a dreamer.

Jungkook patted your back again, a lot softer this time since he noticed you rubbed the spot he patted you on last time.

“Cool! Great job today y/n!” He said before he walked off into the men's locker room.

You were left standing there buzzing with such a scary new feeling that you welcomed regardless of its unfamiliarity.

But then that little voice in your head nipped the flower that started to blossom in your chest.

He doesn’t want to see you again.

Why would he?

Look at you.

He felt bad for you, that’s why he helped you.

He’ll probably make fun of you with his friends.

He would never like anyone like you.

You bit your lip, agreeing with that little voice that seemed to control you so easily.

But maybe you should come tomorrow just in case.

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A/n: Chapter 1 is out !!! Like I said I was nervous about this whole idea ngl but some people are just so fatphobic I guess I’m making this to help me heal from my own trauma ? Learning to love yourself is so hard. I mean it. Like do I want to loose weight and change everything I’m uncomfortable with OR do I want to unlearn all the mean things that were engraved in me and learn to be comfortable??? Anyways what did you guys think? I would love to discuss any fatphobic remarks anyone has gotten because JEEZ people can be mean !!! Let’s all take a moment to support each other’s journeys!!

Thank you to my bestie and beta reader @justanotherstarlightmonger we wouldn’t be here without sam🫡

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Fic idea 1 : Apocalyptic Heart

Pairing: Jungkook x OC (f) X Taehyung

Genre: Post Apocalyptic World, Zombie, Special Ability (Jungkook), experiments, evolution, illegal medical trial, inhuman treatment, Survival, Angst, fluff (eventual smut), possible future yandere (Jungkook), blood, possible dismantling, biting, death of minor characters, age difference, noona.

Disclaimer: This is not a full fiction or story, merely a plot. Please read this post before proceeding. If you are reading this, you can reblog the post if u want to!

Music Recommendation: Wolves of Odin- Colossal Trailer Music

Plot or Synopsis: It is about an apocalyptic world where the human population is overthrown by mutated creatures, who once used to be human. L/N Y/N is a 21 year old girl surviving on her own. She's constantly on the road, salvaging supplies for survival, on her daily run, she meets lone or group of survivors but she never sticks around, living by her rule "Alone is Safe".

On her journey to survival she meets a pregnant woman who seems to be on the run and in a pretty bad shape. Around 3 years ago, Y/N lost her sister when the breakout started, and she remembered how she was helpless enough not being able to save her sister. Seeing the pregnant woman, she is reminded of her elder sister and gets attached. So she decides to stay by her to take care of her and her unborn baby and breaks the one and only rule she lived by so far, to survive alone.

Soon she realizes the woman is being chased by people, not just brain eating monsters. They seem powerful and battle ready. She kept asking the woman why she was being chased and she told Y/N the less she knew, the safer she will be. Running from them being the 1st priority, she doesn't press the woman for further explanation. One day while supply run, they are cornered by those mystery men's and they go into hiding. The anxiety and stress leads the woman to go into labor and she gives birth to a boy. But soon their hiding location is compromised and they need to run again. After the birth the woman is too weak to run. So refuses to go with Y/N saying she will slow them down. So Y/N now has a choice to either stay and get caught by those men or take the baby and run, leaving the mother behind. The woman insists she does the later. Y/N doesn't argue further, knowing that's the only logical thing to do. So even though she feels guilty, she vows to the woman to protect the child and runs away while the woman buys her time by tricking them thinking she has the baby.

Y/N is not the kind to stay in the same location for long as it draws the undead but she needs a place to keep the baby safe, since she can't carry him to her daily run. So she decides to settle down in some outskirt, to raise him in safety. But things starts to get complicated when she notices the kid isn't an average child. He is growing at an unprecedented rate and shows undisputable strength. By the time the child was 1 months old, he already grew into a 1 year old kid.

Although she decides to take the child in to protect it and raise, in the back of her mind she somewhat resents it, knowing it was the reason the mother had to sacrifice herself. It reminds of herself, how her elder sister sacrificed herself to a group of undead when they broke into her house in the middle of the night so she can buy Y/N some time to run away. If it wasn't for either of them, her sister and the mother would be alive. So she never cuddles the baby, only holds him when he's crying, doesn't name him, never shows any affection towards it. She feels kind of relieved for the child's growth as she didn't need to care for an infant for long. But there is something in the way the child looks at her, like she holds the moon and star for him, sometimes it bothers her as if the child sees through her.

After 4 months of settling down in a outskirt school near the hill, one day she returns home after salvaging for rations, she saw that the boy was not in the room. She clearly remembers locking the door when she left but seeing the door unlocked, she starts to panic. She starts looking for the boy and curses herself for not naming him. While calling out to the boy, she hears a faint voice. She followed the trail of voice and as she moved closer, the faint voice became clearer and she can clearly hear someone calling for 'Noona'. When she stepped into the backyard she could she the boy crouching down to a half-dead plant. As the boy touched the plant she watched in her dismay the plant coming back to life. Noticing her presence, the boy looked at her direction and calling out to her as "noona". She was both shocked and scared because she never taught him to speak neither spoke much around him. The boy observed her and watching her act distant and frightened around him made him upset. As he tried to approach her to hold her hand and comfort her, she kept looking at the plant. She saw the plant wither and eventually rot as he took a step further to her direction. She was startled, she tumbled on her feet and fall down on her back and called him a monster. With teary eyes he told her his name was Jungkook,not monster or "kid". Jungkook, that's what his mother wanted to call him.

She had a lot of questions to Jungkook. Like how he opened the lock, how he knew what her mother wanted to call him, how he knew how to speak and knew what monster meant and how was he doing that to the plant. He said that he felt sad and lonely so he wanted to find you, at first he didn't know how the lock worked but he figured it out. When he made it to the backyard, he the only thing that felt alive in there was the plant and it was dying. He felt like he could help it. When she asked how he knew what sadness and loneliness was he said he shared the memory of his mother from her pregnancy. She would often cry and feel restless what she termed as sadness or loneliness until she came along. That's how he knew who Y/N was, why he called her noona and how he knew he could trust her, as he described how his mother felt around her, safe & warm. She doesn't question further about the wilting plant. After talking to Jungkook, she started connecting the dots about why his mother was chased and how Jungkook was no ordinary child. She realized maybe keeping Jungkook safe won't be just as easy as raising him.

Jungkook learned and picked up on things quite easily so going to runs was getting quite easier but still uneasiness settled in Y/N's mind. She can't control the situation when she's away and the thought of Jungkook taken away or even worse getting attacked was quite startling. She never shows it but she deeply cares about the kid. Jungkook himself was quite clingy towards Y/N although she never reciprocates the affection. She simply keeps up the role of a provider. it's been already 16 months since they've been living in the outskirt and the undead are picking up on her scent due to her daily trail in the same direction as she keeps seeing more and more of them in the surrounding area.

So after a few close encounters and trial salvage run with Jungkook, she decides to move out of the outskirt and target bigger cities. She avoided bigger cities so far thinking the people chasing Jungkook's mother may still be looking for him. By the time living there, Jungkook already grew up to become a teenager so she reasoned, the people looking for him would be looking for a child, not so much of a well-build boy who looks like who is in his late teen's. She thought maybe it's time to move around. But maybe it was not a good decision after all. Things starts to shift, not always for the best interest. Few days in the city, Y/N starts to realize that Jungkook is perfectly fit to tend for himself and rather than keeping him safe, Y/N is the one slowing him down and making him vulnerable. If she's caught with Jungkook they can use her against him to make him comply but if she's not with him, he is perfectly capable and trained to slipping away.So she decides its time to go back to her old way of life. But things doesn't go as easy as she thought as with time she got extremely attached to Jungkook. On the other hand, Jungkook experiences the same thing unfold in front of him again. At first it was his mother, who was separated from him and now his Noona whom he loves very dearly is abandoning him again. He is upset and he doesn't understand why is she leaving him and it's driving him mad. He can't even read her as he promised he won't do it without her permission. Jungkook's heart is breaking but he departs from her without any objections.

On a run close to a suspicious facility, Y/N meets a survivor who she helps escape from people that looked a lot like the people chasing Jungkook's mother. The boy, not more than 2/3 years older than her introduces himself as Dr. Kim Taehyung, a young scientist from the facility. At first she doesn't trust him but things take turns and Taehyung proves to be someone reliable. Eventually she discovers a lot about the breakout, the undead and how the facility handled the things only to make it worse. Then he mentions something about the authority going crazy about a subject escaping the facility more than 1.5 year ago and Y/N becomes alert. The description of the escaped subject eerily matched with Jungkook's mother. So she questions taehyung about it and what she finds out leaves her frantic and full of fear & guilt. She sets out to find Jungkook with the help of Taehyung as soon as she can. When departing from Jungkook she knew they would both suffer but what she did not know that, growing up, the bond he shared with her, breaking it or separating Jungkook from her would take a big toll on Jungkook. With every passing moment without her, Jungkook will loose a piece of him that made him human, made him the boy Y/N knew & raised and turn him into more of a thing Y/N feared him to be in the beginning, a monster.

PS: is it a plot anymore? I'm not sure 😅. The plot I intended to write turned out to be more detailed than I would have originally liked but ehh, whatever. If anybody does decides to write about it, they have the full liberty to make changes into the plot or turn or take the story further in any direction they want. Whether they decide to give me a credit for it or nah, it's their discretion but if they do, it would be appreciated so the readers finding this blog may enjoy the full story as well ❤️

This picture is inspired by the entire storyline so far. The pictures I used to make this collage are collected from Pinterest, I don't own them.

Fic idea 2 (With Detailed Plot) : Stereo Heart | 

Pairing: Jungkook x OC (f) X Namjoon

Genre: Idol Jungkook, Celebrity, BTS Members, Student OC, Publisher OC, Heavy Angst, fluff, age difference.

Disclaimer: The plot is very detailed although it is not a full fiction or story, it is a very elaborated plot for how the story might progress. Please read this post before proceeding. If you are reading this, you can reblog the post if u want to!

Writer's Note ( Pleaseeeeeee read it before you proceed):

This was supposed to be a plot. But when I started writing it, it just became a elaborated version of what I originally had in mind. I just had some ideas about how the scene could unfold. In case I do decide to write the full story myself, I put them in here before I forget them. I kinda threw in a fit before posting because I myself was confused what I'm actually trying to write. So please read it at your discretion because I know how incomplete stories can feel irritating to someone. And also I don't proof read them so I apologize for the mistakes. Please do consider I'm no writer, just a enthusiastic reader trying to put her own idea together!

Plot or Synopsis: How bad a date with a fan could go? Apparently, a lot.

Detailed plot:

Jungkook and Y/N are living a very different life but one thing they have in common is that both of their lives are extremely extremely stressful and somewhat lonely. At this s point they are both confused which one is triggering which.

Jungkook, an young, thriving idol from a rising kpop boy group,BTS, debuted just 3 years ago. Being the youngest and most seeked member of the group, Jungkook learned popularity comes with a cost.

He's okay most of the time but it does get to him at times, then it really gets the best of him. People expect him to act a certain way when in reality he's just 19 year old kid who has a lot of learning to do on his own too and people constantly hurdling things on his way, prying over his actions doesn't make it any easier. So he choose to be silent about his own struggles.

OC on the other hand lived in her own world, not too oblivious of the world, just choosing not to take any part in it.

Growing up in a family without her mother or any other siblings, she never learned how affection worked, how socialization was important or how looks are important.

When her mother left, she was too young to understand what she felt, but she grew up with it's prominent existence in her life, abandonment. She never bothered for human contact or thought too deep of friendships.

She knew no one could hurt her if she doesn't let anyone in in the first place, not realizing the root of her defense mechanism or how bad it became. But she always felt that void in her soul that she couldn't explain.

So she did what she did best. Ignore it till it became numb, worked hard and drowned herself in comfort food when it became unbearable, a little too frequent as she transitioned into adulthood. And obviously, these demeanors did not led to a healthy mind or body.

Y/N per se wasn't obsessed but she looked older than she was. She was at most, what people often termed as chubby, afraid of being called out for fat shaming. She didn't exactly had an ideal figure either but one thing that she wasn't was lazy.

She constantly worked hard, determined to make a place for herself so she could finally make all the decisions for herself that she couldn't when she was younger. And a place for herself she made.

By the time she was finishing her 2nd semester she's already being called to South Korea as a foreign exchange student to learn first hand about venture creation and a permanent enrollment given her program goes well.

Y/N didn't believe in supremacy, not until she got her transfer certificates and decided to apply for internship. She did not initially planned for it but she wanted to experience how companies worked first hand before going in as she will have quite the time in hand before the program actually started.

Y/N always thought ahead, saw things and visualized them in patterns. So often she tend to have tunnel vision. She was calculative, worked for what she wanted to achieve and there always was a value on the other side of the equation, whether it's grade, the events she helped put up or the workshops she volunteered to organize. What she didn't know one not only had to put up the best effort but also look the part.

As she sat for one video- conference after another, she realized landing an international scholarship wasn't as hard as an internship. It's not like they were being upfront and rejecting her, or that she wasn't qualified. They simply stated that she's just not gonna fit in with their work culture that they needed someone who looked more dynamic. Did they even read her CV?

She managed to land an internship after all, she was just not gonna give up like this. It was not a big company, a small start-up that just started to grab attention, run by a group of young entrepreneurs, apparently they liked her persistency and how it shows the way she express herself. Just that the entire ordeal left her somehow a little more concerned and self-conscious about herself.

Y/N inherited a chaotic mind since her childhood, which was very hard to tell since she was a quite kid. As quite as she was, her mind was the complete opposite, a place off horror, often too much for her to bear. It would leave her with terrible headache, sometimes even worse, anxiety attacks. Unlike everyone she would not heave or grasp for air, she would straight up go rigid. Like her mind was ticking bomb and a simple movement like inhaling for air seemed like to set it off.

Amidst all the chaos and struggle she voluntarily filled herself with, one thing that somehow helped kept her afloat was music, a newly found coping mechanism of her after one day her school counselor insisted that existing one's was not the greatest or the healthiest.

She started to look into different music and somehow ended up discovering BTS, a freshly debuted boy band. They had such contrasting voice, yet they complimented each other. Just like her mind, it was both a place of her damnation and a way out of it, to her salvation. Now they each had their own uniqueness but she found solace in Jungkook's voice. It always managed to calm her nerves when she's having a meltdown or too stressed.

She's had always been an passive supporter, taking their songs as a means of comfort but something always stopped her from openly expressing her fondness for the boys or their music. She saw the girls- the fans of them in her school, so pretty, so well dressed and put together. They wore their identity as ARMY like second skin, with so much pride- she never felt worthy. But now that she was going to be there, in the same country, maybe she'll get to see them perform without having judgmental eyes on her as no one knows her, she thought one time or two.

She doesn't even remember entering a fan-sign contest of them, so when she receives an email for an invitation of the fan-sign and now that she already landed an internship, she doesn't see a reason why she can't spend up her savings to finally go see them a month prior to her actual plans of moving to S.Korea. 2017 was going so good so far, what could go wrong anyway?

So she goes to attend the fan sign first after landing in Korea. 

When she arrived at the fan sign, she not only got to meet them but surprisingly lands a date with Jeon Jungkook, the golden Maknae of BTS, as part of the event. Before attending the fan sign, she read the invitation hundreds of time fearing she will forget something but she didn't notice about this part of the event, in fact nobody did, and she certainly did not expect to win it also.

Y/N was fidgeting in her hotel suite. She had so many things to ask, to talk about, share and discover theories, she was bored of watching the same questions on repeat in the interviews they appeared in. Now that the day is here, she should feel excited, but she's not. She's nervous, painstakingly so. She's usually not the one who tends to dwell on her shortcomings and beat the life out of her self-worth. But today every single flaw she had, seemed to look bigger  ten fold to her.

The circles under her eyes seemed darker, the hairline looked thinner, the bulge on her belly felt heavier. She hated it, knowing her mind's playing tricks on her, that she never defined herself on the basis of her exterior but they seemed too important today. So she started wondering whether should she be even going on the date if that's making her feel bad about herself instead of enjoying it.

But Y/N was no quitter, so she reached out for the most comfortable cloths she could find instead of the nicest one and reached there a little earlier than designated.

Jungkook on the other hand was feeling frantic. This was supposed to be a promotional event prior to the release of their new album, a very important one at that. A lot was riding on this album and they put their everything on it. The segment was supposed to bring a lot of coverage. Now he absolutely had no care who he went on a date with or how they looked. It was rather a nuisance which he was willing to go through as it benefitted the group despite having his own issues and complications. 

But people cared, people cared who he talked with, what he said and it mattered more than he felt comfortable with. He saw Y/N and he immediately knew this will cause a problem. He didn't know if something he says or does will spark a debate or her existence alone will cause the coverage to plummet. 

He remembers Y/N from the fan-sign, he acknowledges that she seemed nothing short of a nice person but he still couldn't help but blame her. The thought of the promotion failing had pushed him on the edge. So when he saw Y/N on his way to the practice room sitting on the waiting area way early before the time and later on Namjoon came in to ask if he was ready for the big date, the dam broke. 

He kept on coming how this girl was going to ruin the entire thing, that it could be anyone but it had to be her stupid self. And before he knows, he's shouting and throwing heavy & nasty remarks at her, remarks he didn't even know he was capable of making. He didn't intend on sounding so mean but it wasn't exactly directed towards her, she just happens to be the only outlet Jungkook saw to let out the pent up frustration and he could only take so much.

Wrong person, wrong time- but the damage was done.

Y/N was right there, waiting outside the door, ready to knock. When she got a heads-up from the stuff that she could go and talk to Jungkook she was debating her decision to come here like this. She hesitated before knocking, how exactly she's going to explain this to him? Is this necessary? Is she taking things way more serious than she should? This was just a part of their promotion right, it's not even a real date. 

But she shrugged the confusions of. She just wanted to make sure if Jungkook felt comfortable doing this, coming from her own anxiety of encountering new people, let alone go on a date with someone she never met. She wanted to tell him not to treat it as a date at all and that she just wanted to know more about her favorite boy group, rather than just focusing on Jungkook. She even wanted to tell him he could call the entire thing of or get someone else who he felt comfortable with if it seemed to much to him, she knew how suffocating it could feel if he wasn't actually okay with this. 

But what she didn't know what about her made Jungkook so angry that he repelled her? What did she do? She didn't even meet Jungkook until last week? The questions doesn't stop and she could feel nausea build in her belly.

She makes a beeline for the nearest bathroom before she could embarrass her any further.

She locates the first empty stall she could, hurls her gut out, gets up and gets cleaned, calls the company after reaching her hotel and request them not to reach her further about this and apologize for the inconvenience before hanging up. 

She doesn't cry, doesn't feel sad, just sits at her bed feeling exhausted. Her hands were shaking, an early tell tale of the attack. She picks up her phone wanting to listen to music to ground her a bit but she  stops. She knows all too well that this won’t work anymore, that they had probably lost the comfort once they held for her.  So she goes to sleep, making a mental note for going good shopping and looking for cheap hostel to stay in when she wakes up. She was retorting back to her old habit of burying the issues, the hurt deep deep within until they fade away rather than dealing with them, refusing to feel them. Sleep fixes everything, right? 

Right. Now Y/N was no quitter, but she is only human.

Namjoon on the other hand, saw everything. From the moment she ran for the bathroom to her phone call from the hotel reception. He could sense she heard everything, Jungkook wasn’t exactly being subtle when he was throwing a fit. He was worried this will backfire on them if she decides to open her mouth. Besides, He felt responsible as he went there to inform Jungkook about her arrival but instead he said something that set him off.

He went out to go tell the staff right after that maybe it isn’t a good time for her to meet him and it would be wise to reschedule the entire thing. Before he could, you have already heard everything. So he also wanted to take responsibility as the group's leader and wanted to talk personally and reason with her himself rather than involving someone else. Because you did not deserve this from any of the members.

When he made it to her suite the next day, he saw her bags were packed. He knew he was taking a risk by trying to talk to you like this. So he was prepared when you opened the door for him. He was expecting you to make snide remarks, even lashing out and demanding that they pay for the emotional damage done to her, and he was ready for it. He was ready with blocks of arguments against the things he thought you would throw at him what happened yesterday, it was only normal after yesterday.

But what he doesn't expect hearing you refusing their offer to stay even though you cancelled or accept the commodities that came with the stay (courtesy of Kim Namjoon, in case verbal apology was not enough) instead checking out from the hotel. He doesn't expect you to open the door with such passive expression, asking him to sit down. He certainly does not expect an apology from you for offering cold coffee in the morning saying the convenient store one's are cheaper than what they sell at the hotel, and that she didn't know which one of them are good so she doesn't even know if he will like it or not. 

And he definitely does not expect you to dodge the discussion saying she'd rather not talk about this with him or anyone at that, sensing his worries. You said although you don't understand why it happened but it did not matter and talking about it won't do her or them any good anyway and requested him not to bring it up, not to her, not to Jungkook or anyone else. She assures that she understands there must be a reason for what happened and she didn't blame anyone and the entire thing is better forgotten. 

Namjoon observes you, how you stated each sentence with assertion, like you deeply thought about them. Although the entire thing ought to be very painful and emotionally traumatizing for you yet your expressions remained stoic, like you weren't emptying your bowels on an empty stall in their company bathroom just yesterday, because of what happened. 

This cold, composed exterior of yours intimidated him. Behind those stone cold eyes, he could sense the warmth of a considered heart. He wondered if you put up this persona of yours to protect a heart that was indeed, fragile. So managed to make him a bit curious too. 

So when he walks you out of the hotel and you asked him where she could find cheap hostels to stay in where communicating in broken Korean was not a crime, he smiled and said he would help you find them. 

Start to a friendship doesn't always have to be pleasant.

Fast forward to 2022. Big hit, a small company that struggled to keep their ends meet and a group that didn't know if they would make it- this was a distant memory. Big hit made it, so did the Bangtan Boys and the world knows it.

 Everything they touch, everywhere they go, success follows but that doesn't stop the boys to ground themselves, not to lose their root- something they learned was very important along the way. Whatever they do, they try to give something back to their ARMY's, whether it's an album, a show, tour or signing with a brand. 

Now that big hit turned to Hybe Labels and they are planning to venture out, they also want something that will involved giving something out to their fans, not just in passive manner. ARMY’s always expressed their love in their unique way, whether its a cover for their song, remake of their choreography, through art or even through writing. They wanted to recognize that.

So when a consultant for venture management from their overseas office offered to merge with a re-known publication house that will benefit the army's who wrote and created fanart, by involving them in the process, they leaped at the offer. BTS inspired army's in more ways than they could imagine, whether it by fighting of depression or finding long lost inspiration to march on with life, or by creating a world of their own surrounding the seven souls woven by the magic of words. The net is brimming with stories and fictions and cover arts  that cast BTS and their members as main characters and a lot of them are so good, they were worthy of being published as books. 

On the hind side, it also worked as tool to create pseudo persona of the seven members that lead to negative speculation as some of them took them took it too far or seriously than necessary. So if Hybe were to feature chosen authors in their publishing house, not only the authors will receive royalty, rewarding their work but also they will have better control over the content that flows in the web. The initiative would be small but the impact will be global. So the members are called in a meeting to meet the new consultant for venture management.

As usual Jungkook is feeling a bit antsy about going to such meetings but they hold a certain share in the company, their opinion and approval being vital before they can move on with any decision. In his years in the industry the years, he has grown out of his personality where he threw tantrum at every inconvenience he felt but he can’t help but feel annoyed about sitting still in one place for such long time. 

So while he's fidgeting with his thought of 100 of reasons why this room would be perfect as a dance room rather than what it is being used for currently- she enters. Dark long black straight hair pulled behind ears, brown eyes accentuated with dark liners, deep deep navy blue burlap sack that didn't fit tight but hugged her curves just right. She looked like someone ready to seal the deal. She looked around the room as their manager introduces her, taking note of everyone and everything. Her sole presence making him nervous, so when her gaze stopped at Jungkook- he froze. 

Confident women always intimidated Jungkook but it also infatuated him. The aura around them makes him feel like he could let the control that he so desperately holds on to all the time go, without feeling lost, rather content, carefree and safe. So in an interview when he said he would date someone who is older than him, who's more assertive and knows what they are doing, he was serious. 

But wait, why was he thinking about that again?

By the time Jungkook realized he was zoning out, the meeting was almost over, it was an introductory meeting anyway which did not take long. They were all getting up to leave then Jungkook noticed Jimin and Jin teasing Namjoon about something. What did he miss?

So  when he went up to them and asked what's going on, everyone looked at him like he suddenly grew a pair of horns. Taehyung asked if he slept through the entire meeting or else how did he miss Namjoon trying to suppress his grin everytime his eyes met with the new consultant but poetically failing to do so. Hoseok pointed out even Yoongi noticed it and he grumbles at that. Jungkook usually catches on to such things first so how did he not notice it?  

“Because I was too busy ogling her myself,” he thinks to himself. 

The topic of current conversation did not sit well with Jungkook, in fact, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. As the the discussion about Namjoon and her is proceeded further, it made Jungkook somewhat nauseated and he finds it very strange. Intimidated or not, besides her very impactful presence, Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that he somehow knew her. Jungkook is bad at making eye contact, specially women. But when she looked at him, her eyes felt so inviting yet so distant and cold. He felt this familiar tug of longing in his heart- unable to look away. 

Like it's not the first time they are meeting. 

He's trying to think hard but all the commotion about Namjoon and her making him both disoriented and surprisingly pissing him off. What was wrong with him?  He tried to remember her name but their manager only mentioned her last name in the meeting. Jungkook asked annoyingly what was her name and he saw Namjoon get tensed at that a bit- strange.  Namjoon smiled at Jungkook's question and told them he'll introduce her to them. The way Namjoon said it, it made Jungkook's inside churned and something told him whatever it is that he has with her, he's not going to like it. And why does Namjoon know already you but they don’t?

They all head to the lounge where she was being introduced to the business team. As they walked in there, they took it as a queue to leave, the team wrapped up their discussion and vowed to them before leaving. Namjoon took a step closer to stand next to her, he placed his hand at the small of her back. Its such a small and simple gesture but Jungkook felt a sharp sting in his chest. 

Namjoon pushed you a bit forward and you looked at him a bit surprised, he nodded as if to assure you. He introduced you to them, Y/N, he said your name was. You both met about 5 years ago and have been friends ever since. The unease settled in Jungkook's chest as if there was more to your story. 

They all were a bit surprised because Namjoon never mentioned you nor they ever saw you in the last 5 years. Namjoon was always very much private person but they always shared things with each other. Anyway, its a discussion of another time as everyone took their turn to introduce themselves to you, you greeted them with a warm smile but Jungkook kept fidgeting in his spot, failing to properly introduce himself. 

When everyone was done with the introduction and engaged themselves in a small talk with you, Namjoon cleared his throat and looked at you, he looked at as if asking for permission, when he received a little nod in return, he continued. He addressed his fellow members and sad that he had little something to announce, a little smile adorning both of yours cheeks. He continues saying they have been friend for long enough and although they didn't have a great start with their friendship, it was more like a damage control but somewhere along the way they discovered it didn't matter and they want something more out of it, adoration visible in his face, he takes a breathe as he continues- 

Considering all goes well when the project is up and running, or unfortunately even if it doesn't, they are going to announce their engagement to the public- and everyone’s jaw drops on the floor at that.

Jungkook doesn't say anything, taking the situation in, watching his Hyungs squealing in shock at the happy surprise they received. He watches Namjoon trying to hush them to keep their voice down as they congratulate them- overwhelmed. He watches you lowering your head in an attempt to hide your blush. You also have dimples when you smile, he notices. You have such a pretty smile, its so warm. But he could not find it in himself to feel the warmth in  this very smile you are offering- instead it is breaking his heart.

He does not understand, he did not even know you 1 hour ago, but why did it feel like he lost something before he could even had it. You did not know him then why did it feel like you discovered the deepest valley of his heart, a place so well hidden, kept away from accessing by anyone. You found it just to rip it off his chest to crush it under your feet. It sounds so dramatic but how could he ignore the burning sensation in his heart. 

Or did he know you? Didn't Namjoon said he had known you for 5 years. So he met you in 2017. Why did the year felt so significant to him all of a sudden? Namjoon mentioned something about damage control, what happened? Why does your name sound familiar?

And then it all comes back to him. 

Jungkook was dreading the day as he was getting ready for the date. One of the staff member came in to inform that the date has been cancelled and this segment is probably going to change into something else. Apparently the person who won the contest ditched it just few hours prior to it. Apparently the said person called the company and said, she didn't feel confident enough to go out with him and that she won't force herself to do something she didn't like doing.

Fair enough. 

But it did not settle right with Jungkook. 

Although It wasn't a real date, just for show and the reason you stated had nothing to do with him. Yet Jungkook felt utterly humiliated and rejected. He couldn't half believe the reason you said because he saw her waiting there, rather eagerly. As he recalls the things that took place later he saw her, the feeling of guilt sat heavy on his stomach. The horrible things he said about her repeating in his memory, as remorse settled in. He thanked his lucky star that she did not hear what he said about her, because Jeon Jungkook maybe good in many things but apologizing is not one of them. Yet given whatever sorry excuses u gave were true, he still could not shake the feeling off  that he was the reason she felt the way she did. And maybe that’s why she ditched the date, ditched him - and he could not deny it hurt his ego a bit, maybe a little bit too much. 

So what did he do to sate his wounded ego?

He secretly started stalking her on socials.

Lucky for him she was not concerned about the privacy of things she shared online so most of the contents were pretty accessible. He saw how most of the songs she posted in the past were very close to his heart the posts contained eerily close description of what he personally felt about them. He felt a little proud as he saw most of the songs she posts are either sang by him or centered around him.

He could sense she had little to no regard of others opinion about her appearance or how she presented herself to the world. He would smile at she stupid selfies, random pictures she would post, loving her carefree mindset. Sometimes it would be with a caption so cheesy or so funny, it would make him crawl onto the floor to properly ground himself so he doesn't fall off laughing.

Sometimes it would be filled with thoughtful words that made him rethink about the things around him, make him see things in different perception- better perception. Whatever it was, no matter how simple it was,  she had a way of analyzing things that he found really deep, insightful and oh so different than the people he meets. He never met her, not properly, yet everyday he learns something from her that he couldn't learn from the people around him. 

Her perception, her thoughts, her habits, how she saw the world, little things about her- her entire persona started to bleed into his and he didn't find it unpleasant. Few weeks into following her socials, he started noticing that she did not post about music anymore. Even if she did, it's never the songs he sang, liked or recommended, although he would deliberately leave song suggestions or covers, subconsciously hoping they would reach you. 

Did you not like his songs anymore? Did you not like music anymore? Were you upset? Did it have something to do with the date? He couldn't shake the feeling that it had something to do with what happened after the failed date. Although he would see her engage in post belittling him or BTS and watch her destroy them with her collected remarks or intelligent jabs- never crossing the line. He enjoyed them with fascination, it gave him deep deep satisfaction- made him feel like a child being protected by warm, protective hands. It still disappoints him that she does not talk about music, his music, like she used to but he lets it go.

At least he still gets to watch her, know about her as she go about her life.

Almost 2 years into following you, he realizes his fondness for her grew more than he would like to admit in this time and she her presence has turned into a routine for him. Everyday he's like a eager child on his first day at school, anticipating what exciting things he'll learn today. Jungkook admits she helped him shape into a more mature version of himself even though she was never explicitly present in his life and for that, he feels grateful. She somehow taught him to ground himself, how having a control over certain things were more important than just showing a response. He learned it all from her or guided to learn by her at the very least. 

He wishes to meet her one day, confess what he did on the day of the date, apologize and start fresh, he so wanted to make it happen. But he notices how her posts started to become less and less frequent. She would still share her insights on things and they weren't any less thoughtful. But she would not post her goofy pictures anymore, she even archived her previous one's and he missed seeing them. He wondered if something happened to her or if someone said something had upset her. The thought alone makes him angry and rush to her to protect her but he knows, she would not let others and their opinion get to her that easy. So he waits, patiently waits for her next post and with each day the time to wait gets longer and longer- until one day.

We often don’t realize what we had until its gone, out of our reach.

One day he couldn't find her socials anymore. At first he thought maybe she was just too busy to be spending time on her social or taking a break. He bet her stingy professor must be giving her hell of a run for her degree. He comes up with excuses for her absence to calm his agitated mind and urges himself to wait. She would come back, right? 

One day, two day, two weeks- weeks turned into months, he still waits. One day he wakes up in the middle of the night, mind too worked up to sleep. And the first thing that hits him is that he can’t remember your face. He can’t remember how she looked. He didn't even save her pictures on his phone thinking  of some stupid rumor that would erupt if somebody saw them and now he feels like an idiot and angry at himself. 

His panic rises as he can’t remember how she looked in that picture she uploaded right before his bedtime- engulfed in a monster hoodie, one that he went to bed hugging his phone after seeing it, slipping into  comforting slumber thinking she is right next to him. Its okay, he will gradually remember, there is no need to rush. He'd be okay, all he needs to do is just be patient right?

He had his 1st panic attack after 2 years that night. 

The numbing feeling gradually settles in- maybe she won't be back anymore, maybe he won't get to read her comforting words anymore when the world closes in. He feels a knot in his stomach as bile urges to rise up to his throat. On a day like this everything burns, he hates everything. But then he tries to remember her, how she would ask him to be strong if she was here, not give up. 

He goes about his day, practices, eats with his Hyungs, laughs at jokes, making some as well and the day bleeds into darkness. He had a good day and they all feel relaxed after a long long time. So all of them heads out for dinner but Jungkook went a bit hard on training that day and every single limb on his body screaming against the idea. 

Telling them he would order something in, he heads to their shared home. He enters the house, darkness engulfing the eerily quite rooms. He goes into the bathroom to freshen up. He thinks about his day, how well it went, how good the practice was, silently smiling at himself, proud of his productive day. His smile falters for a second and suddenly everything goes completely silent as he looks at his reflection. He doesn’t think, doesn't move. 

He could feel the familiar twist in his stomach, something that he has been suppressing the entire day. Throat constricting, he tries hard to submerge the sob that threatens to rise by quickly splashing water in his face. He inhales hard as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. He watches it going blurry as the bravado of the façade he put on the entire day comes crumbling down before him.

His legs feel weak, unable to stand anymore Jungkook crashes into his knees. Isn’t this how your face faded from his memory? These days he can’t even remember her name whenever he wanted, let alone her face. He thought he would be fine if he didn’t remember. Something his therapist told him, selective memory suppression. That his brain is consciously blocking an unwanted memory as a defensive mechanism. But was she really an unwanted memory ? If she was, why did it frustrate him so much that he was slowly forgetting about her?

He thought it didn't matter much, that he would be fine, she wasn't present in his life anyways not actively at least, how hard it could be? Jungkook felt stupid about how oblivious he was to the impact she had on him. About how much her presence meant to him. And the thoughts came down crashing on him all at once.

She had abandoned him, didn't she?

He is never going to see her again, is he?

She didn't even know how much he needed her in his life, did she?

Where was she? Was she hurt? God! was she dead? Or was she happy, carrying on with his life. Maybe she was happy with someone you found?

No.

Lying on the bathroom floor, frustrated, confused, angry- Jungkook wails, the questions haunts him, mourning the loss of someone he never truly had, who never existed in his life. On the cold, dark tiles, he shivers- feeling rejected, unwanted and abandoned.

Again.

With acceptance, It did get better, with every day. Or he should say he got used to it. He eventually thought less about her, looked for her less, depended on her less. But he had his moments where he felt lost and immediately sought your words, that always lifted him, comforted him and somehow guided him. He also got used to the absence. He was stronger than before, better at handling his feelings. He smiles at himself thinking maybe it was her last gift to him before she left. It still felt sad that he was forgetting how you looked or how comforting your words felt after a long day. Bur the half forgotten memories pricked him more than they comforted him. So decided to let them go.

Until today.

It was you- the one he tried so hard to hold on. And then tried even harder to to let go.

He used to imagine hundreds of scenarios about how the reconciliation with you would go. But none of them resembled today, how he actually got to see you again, after all these years. Memories come rushing back to him as he takes in your form in front of him, on the flesh. You've gotten leaner, more slender- more polished, like you tried so hard to get rid of the imperfections you used to wear proudly. And somehow this is making him angry. Like you've taken the perfectly sweet girl he knew and turned her into this shell of someone he doesn't recognize anymore. 

Why did you change like this?

Why did you disappear?

What happened?

And why does Namjoon knows you for 5 years? Did you meet him on the day of the date? Did he discover how amazing you were and decided to take keep you for himself? His anger at Namjoon grows. Gears were turning in his as he put two and two together. Namjoon knew you when he used to follow you around in your socails, so did Namjoon somehow  discovered what Jungkook was doing and decided to tell you everything? Is that why you closed everything and disappeared? Did you loathe him? or hate him now? 

He instantly hated the thought of you hating him. He knew now where the longing for you came from the moment you entered the room- the pull towards you, why he was upset when Namjoon looked at you so affectionately, the anger and resentment he felt for the man you were so close with- the man he respected, looked up to so dearly. But he still had questions he didn't know the answers of, answers he couldn't take not knowing. 

Jungkook had to know and he couldn't be anymore curious.

PS: Bloody hell it was big ! I'm sorry y'all for who will be reading this, finishing this long ass paragraph just to find it's ends on a cliffhanger. But I did warn you, didn't I? I'm curious to what happens next too. Let's see who gets to finish it, or if anyone does at all.

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Experimental | JJK

Pairing: Sub!Scientist!JJK x Fem!Alien!Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Alien/Monsterfucker AU Word Count: 5.4K Synopsis: Held captive for experimentation, you’ve come accustom to the constant swabbing and pricking. It isn’t so bad when the testing is conducted by your favorite scientist, Jungkook. Now comfortable with his calm and innocent presence, you dare to conduct some experiments of your own… Rating: M (18+) Warnings: Reader is held captive for experimentation, seduction/manipulation, erotic asphyxiation/suffocation, size kink, begging, Koo is a whiny baby and will do anything to please his noona uwu, praise kink, subby babyboy kink 👀, raw penetration (F&M), tentacle pegging (M), minor drug use (addictive arousal??), cursing, forced orgasm, prostate milking, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie, cum addiction.

A/N: Co-written with @sombreboy​, my rock and celestial soulmate 🥺. I want to give a huge thank you to Mino for providing the babyboy energy and crackhead humor necessary to make this fic come to life. I also want to thank our combined crab powers for coming up with this idea—another “open doc anything goes” experiment that went very, very right. Happy reading, monsterfuckers. Please give us lots of love if you enjoy! We absolutely treasure everyone who reads <3 

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‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny Masterlist

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

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‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

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‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

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(seven) days a week, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: It only takes seven days (a week) for Jeon Jungkook to get you in his bed to fuck you right. And showing up in weird places. And kissing in the rain. He's crazy. Okay, it's kinda complicated.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language (reader swears a lot); strangers-to-lovers; vague allusions to a loveless childhood and bad parenting (no specifics); JK might be insane and you do tell him that he is; slight crack; fluff; smut (fem reader, fucking with clothes on and off, m and f-receiving oral, light hair pulling, fingering, nipple play, choking, penetrative sex, handjob); non-idol!BTS – persistent!Jungkook x noona, def tsundere!reader lol ft instigator-cupid!Park Jimin setting them up

this directly follows Jung Kook's 'Seven' MV, so make sure to watch it (although I'm sure you've seen it if you wanna read this lmao)

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monday.

“What? Something on my face?”

You stared at him and he stared back. Wide eyes, slightly parted lips, the look of caught prey and all. You had your hands in front of you, long fingers laced together, elbows on the table. You probably shouldn’t have scowled like that. That was a bit rude, especially to someone you didn’t know well, but this guy had been staring at you all night and barely speaking to you, even when prompted, so you were getting both impatient and annoyed at accepting this invitation.

“You wear… a lot of jewelry,” Jeon Jungkook said out loud, with awe.

You looked down at your hands. Well. The rings, the bracelets, even the earrings on both your ears, all sterling silver or white gold. You had even swapped out the lower lobe piercing for a pair of dangling dice earrings with grey freshwater pearls. You liked the cooler tone to bring some death to your warm-toned skin.

“Yeah. Is that a problem?” Your low voice had an edge of guarded to it.

A quick, nervous head shake. “No. No, it’s cool. I’ve never seen a girl wear so many chunky rings like that. I didn’t think I’d like it either, but then I saw you.”

You opened your mouth to snap out a comeback and then his words hit you.

There was no doubt that Jeon Jungkook was cute. Black-brown hair with a lustrous quality. Bright, expressive dark brown eyes. Slightly rounded cheeks with a distinct jawline. He said he had, and you could see, tattoos and piercings, something you quite liked but not a requirement. Built body, in the way that people where when they were committed to taking care of their physical appearance. Not so much in vanity, but in the way that matched how they felt that they should look in their head. Respect for that. But, in this chance that was what you had expected to be his, Jungkook didn’t taken it.

He looked the part.

Didn’t act it, though.

Black blazer, matching trousers. White t-shirt. Dressy but not too much. To be honest, the outer appearance didn’t matter much to you. It actually mattered the least. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Really. You were often told that you had too little patience for people, but, come on!

This conversation was awkward.

Hah.

You turned as you sensed a lively presence re-entering your icy atmosphere. Hmph. The actor playing Cupid in the instance. He looked the part too. Baby blue dress shirt with the top buttons undone. Ivory slacks, neatly pressed. Black hair perfectly curled over his forehead, framing an angelic face. Full lips forming an infectious smile that made his eyes disappear as small hands folded away the receipt and tucked his card back into his wallet.

“Ah, the waitress and I had a cute little chat,” flirty Park Jimin chuckled, giving you a little eyebrow wiggle. You rolled your eyes at him. “Did you guys have a nice talk while I was gone?”

“Um…?” Jungkook started, nearly afraid to glance at you for some support.

You gave Jimin a deadpan stare. “You trying to get her number?”

“Me? No, no!” he waved his hands, sitting back down to lean in. “She gave it to me anyway though.”

Figures Park Jimin would introduce you to a guy and also get the number of someone else in the restaurant. You deliberately hadn’t answered Jimin’s question, but he hadn’t noticed.

Jungkook, however, did.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him deflate a little and you winced in unease, not sure if you should have avoided it, but at this point the waitress had returned, lashes aflutter and gushing about how they just had to try to fried ice cream and it was on the house, as long as Jimin promised to come back, right? Right?

Jimin promised of course, of course, with a big smile.

You completely ignored him and picked up one of the pieces of fried ice cream – mango, it seemed, by the color – and placed it on one of the small plates before setting it right in front of Jungkook.

He perked up and gave you these big, hopeful eyes.

You didn’t say anything but felt your cheeks flush and your gaze shift, putting on an expression of reluctant apology. After a half second, you bowed your head just a bit, shaking off the moment and serving yourself before serving Jimin.

What?

Damn flirt didn’t even notice.

-

tuesday.

“You didn’t like him?”

“I mean, there’s nothing to like or dislike. He barely said anything. Also, Jimin, I told you, I’m not really a relationship person,” you sighed into your phone, walking quickly to the train station. “I don’t want to give this guy the wrong idea about me. He didn’t really strike me as a fuck-around-and-find-out kinda guy.”

“You said you would change your mind for the right person though.”

Sometimes you thought Jimin argued with you just to argue.

“Yeah, and I don’t even know what kind of person he is because he didn’t say shit,” you barked back to that snippy tone on the other side of the line. Some idiot honked at you and you resisted the urge to flip him the bird. Maybe he wasn’t honking at you. The hanging out the window and catcalling could be to the couple walking next to you.

You highly doubted it.

Also, maybe you just wanted to give someone the middle finger because you couldn’t show Jimin right now how much you deeply appreciated him.

“Jungkookie’s just super shy, but wait a minute and he’ll make you his.”

You rolled your eyes. Damn bad habit that you were forming ever since you became friendly with this mildly infuriating angel. “He’s not making me do anything.”

“I’m telling you; he suits you perfectly. You’re being stubborn and not giving him a chance. Anyway, I gave him your number, so don’t worry!”

“Wait, you did wha–”

The roar of the subway train below cut you off.

“Oop, you’re at the station. You’re breaking up! Can’t hear you, byeeeeeee!”

You twitched as Park Jimin hung up on you.

Asshole.

You pulled your phone away from your ear and pulled up the app to pay for your ticket. Paused for a second. New message, unknown number. Then it was your turn, so you hovered your phone screen, heard the beep, and hurried to the correct train line, finding the one to take you home. It was hectic even now, still within the dregs of rush hour, so you didn’t even think to check for the content of the text until you sat down with a big sigh, somewhat of a fwump with your distressed bomber jacket and baggy cargo pants, both made of thick black fabric. The side of your jacket slid off, exposing your bare shoulder and tight white tank top.

The guy standing about a meter away from you snuck a glance in your direction.

You tucked your tongue in your cheek and yanked your jacket back in place with the hand that was holding your phone. Noticed the screen flash, reminding you of the notification.

Fuck it.

Pressed your thumb and your phone unlocked.

Hey, it’s me. Jeon Jungkook… I wanted to say that I’m sorry about not talking that much last night. I was really nervous because you were so pretty and self-assured. I was so impressed that nothing I could think of seemed like a good thing to say, so I blanked out. I’m very sorry. I hope it is okay for me to text you like this.

An essay.

You paused for so long that you felt your cheeks heat.

The fuck?

You frowned at yourself. For some reason, even though he hadn’t talked much, you could hear the text in your head as if Jungkook was speaking to you directly. Sense the anxiousness in the typed words. See those big eyes gazing right at you with a mixture of curiosity and wonder and what-ifs. You sighed, feeling defeated. It would simply be rude to not reply.

I apologize for being too intimidating.

You sent it before thinking. Aw, shit. That was a bit short, wasn’t it? Damnnit. You saw the sending quadlet of dots spinning slowly, struggling due to you being underground. Fuck. If you sent another message now, it might be out of order and that would just get confusing. And what else could you add? Oh, geez, you didn’t even confirm it was you. The conversation with Park Jimin must have scrambled your egg brains.

The train roared out of the tunnel.

All of a sudden, the message sent and a reply instantly popped up. Actually, a serious of bubbles, rapid-fire like bullets. The confirmation must have lagged.

You’re not intimidating at all! Well… not in a bad way. In a sexy way. I mean, in a good way! In a cool way, like you’re not afraid to say what you wanna say. I really admire that in a person, so I really admire that in you. Sorry, that was weird, wasn’t it? I made things weird… ㅠ.ㅠ

You blinked slowly at the messages. It was pretty clear Jungkook had sat there and pondered over the first message for quite a while and these subsequent ones were stream of consciousness spewing. Honestly, kind of funny. Heh. You could sort of imagine it. Maybe he hadn’t expected you to respond right away. Hm, you wondered if he had hoped you would. He really was trying hard, huh. For what? What was the reason?

You tucked your tongue in your cheek and responded anyway.

Oh, you’re definitely weird, but you never know. I might like that. What’s the outfit of the day, Jeon Jungkook?

Were you fishing for a photo? Of course. He would probably scramble to put on a good outfit to impress you. To your surprise, the downloading image icon popped up instantaneously, spinning, spinning. You tilted your head, surprised at the prompt obedience. He must have snapped a pic right away when you asked. It was taking time to load though. You saw some people getting off the train and looked up, checking the stop. Oh, yours was next.

You took care not to look directly at anyone around you, keeping your sling bag in your lap.

Then you looked down to the inquisitive dark brown eyes of Jeon Jungkook with messy black hair and a black leather jacket. White t-shirt. It was a selfie, so you couldn’t see the pants. It was something borderline vain about the angle, but also a seek of approval in that parted mouth, silver ring and stud dotting the edge of the right side, flash of white teeth and slight bite of the left side revealing a small mole at the center underneath his lower lip.

You twitched.

Bold, wasn’t he?

You weren’t sure if you liked it – well, you didn’t mind it, you just weren’t sure if you like-liked it, what was he trying to play at here, trying to get your heart to beat fast or something, hmph – and you clutched your phone pointedly, your rings clacking as you prepped your fingers to type back… something, be honest here… and your fingers wavered.

Shaking a little.

You let out a breath you hadn’t known you had been holding.

Oh, the pants are blue jeans, but I’m out right now so there’s no mirror to show you.

You heard your stop being called and stood up automatically, filing behind other people getting ready to step off, the train slowing down, everything slowing down, finding yourself staring at Jungkook’s expression in the photo, why were you staring, shifting your eyes quickly, then back, it wasn’t like Jeon Jungkook could see you, ugh, this was so annoying.

Do you want to see? I can take another photo when I get home.

You let out a frustrated exhale that no one else around you could understand. Maybe not even those closest to you would get it. But you knew what it meant, and knowing also frustrated you.

Being self-aware was a bitch.

You finally sent your answer.

I much prefer this look on you than the blazer. Is this your normal fashion style?

You had worn a flowing white blouse and floaty black skirt the night before at dinner, but it was not your typical style. Well, it was, but it was one of your work outfits since you had come straight from the office. Something you wore to not get in trouble with the dress code and knowing you would have to meet up with people later. Sometimes you were a little riskier if you were feeling frisky, but Jimin had told you to look nice for the friend he was introducing you to.

But maybe it would have been better to look more you.

Then again, the restaurant was pretty high end. They might not have let you in.

Oh. Yeah. Hahaha, I wore the blazer because Jimin-ssi told me to look nice for you. I guess this is street-style? I don’t know… I’m not fashionable, I only wear what I think is cool or comfy. What about you?

You strode out of the train and briskly walked to the elevator, muscle memory already knowing where to go, typing back. Pausing when you saw the vending machine. A green tea would be nice right now.

You veered off course and headed to stand in line.

I think my friends would describe my style as dark and strong. They’re always telling me I should dress more feminine or at least in less black, but one of my core traits is not listening to shit people say. And swearing.

You tapped your card and made your selection. Waited out the whirr and clunk. Didn’t pay much attention to the world around you. It was a typical day, people passing by, no warning feelings. And, besides, your phone was much more interesting right now.

You did not just think that.

You scowled at your reflection in the glass of the vending machine before picking up your drink.

I hope I get to see you sometime soon so I can appreciate it. :)

You raised an eyebrow at your phone as you ticked open the can and started walking again, taking a crisp sip. It was slightly irritating that he was better at flirting over text than in person. Or maybe it had just been the circumstance. Come to think of it, it would have been weird if he did with Jimin right there, although you were sure Jimin wanted to be there to witness whatever unfolded. The awkwardness was probably just as entertaining to him as it would be if Jungkook had been more forward.

Hmph.

What was more irritating was that you weren’t instantly annoyed by it.

Hmmmmph.

Are you saying you aren’t intimidated by me, Jeon Jungkook?

You hurried home, following the streetlights, breathless, not because you were running, but because you wanted to be home so you could be alone with…

I’m saying I like feeling your effect on me in person.

Him.

-

wednesday.

The next time you saw Jeon Jungkook, you were groaning and setting your forehead on the edge of washing machine, screaming internally. Would have banged it against the metal if you weren’t going to lose a substantial number of brain cells. You were going to pay cash because you wouldn’t get that card surcharge if you did but, of course, of course you had accidentally shorted yourself and pocketed the wrong amount.

Fuck!

Now you were already at the laundromat. Walk back home and lug your shit to and back to get the right amount? Or just forget it and pay the extra charge? You had already put the detergent in. Fuckity fuck fuck. Technically you could go home, it wasn’t that far, but, ugh, it was extra annoying today because you had slept late and now you were grumpily doing your life responsibilities. Come back a different day? No, you had specifically told yourself to get off your ass and get that pile washed. Damnnit, if you hadn’t slept late and scrambled your egg brains, this wouldn’t have happened!

But you had been talking to Jeon Jungkook.

Ending the conversation had been more difficult than you expected. You gritted your teeth, feeling stupid for pulling such a teenage move. Still young, huh? Young and stupid.

Grr.

You heard the metal slide of the money drawer being closed and then an approval ping!

You jumped back, freaked out at the thing you hadn’t done, and then snapped your head to the sudden presence next to you. Dark blue jeans with giant holes at the knees. Gray hoodie sliding off a built right shoulder. White ribbed tank top. Messy black hair. A piercing, no, two on the right side of open lips.

Big, round, dark brown eyes.

You noticed he was wearing a few silver rings himself.

“Um… hi? I noticed you were short a little so I just…” Jeon Jungkook trailed off, giving you a hopeful look.

You gawked at him.

“What are you doing here?”

Ouch. A little too snappy. Jungkook faltered, those peepers shifting. “Ah… well…”

You bit your tongue and reeled it back. “Sorry. I didn’t expect to see you, is all. Obviously, you came here to wash your clothes like everyone else.”

He reached up and scratched the back of his head nervously. Wait. Why was he looking at you like that?

“W-Well, actually… Jimin-ssi told me you normally come here on Wednesdays to do laundry and I was nearby so I figured., maybe, I’d just check if you were here…”

You stared at him.

“You’re stalking me?”

“N-No!” Jungkook sputtered, waving his hands frantically even though you hadn’t raised your voice.

There was a bristle to your tone though. Indignation and frigidity you couldn’t hide. You frowned, narrowing your eyes, cornering him with your gaze. There were only a few people on this slow day, which was why you picked Wednesday to do laundry, but all the patrons had AirPods or other earbuds in, busying themselves with their shoving of clothing in and out of the washers and dryers. No one was going to interrupt anyway.

Not their business.

“I… I…”

“And how did you recognize me anyway? My head was down,” you remembered, advancing on him, and Jungkook took a step back, swallowing hard. Your outfit was baggy too, dark denim jacket and jeans, the tight black tank hidden by the bulk.

“I couldn’t forget how beautiful your hair is,” he mumbled out quickly, looking a little too mesmerized by your fierceness. Forget that. “And your hands were on the edge of the washer. Your rings. The star chain bracelet you wear. I…”

He was fixated on your collarbones and the thin black choker around your neck.

Or lower.

“Oi! My face is up here,” you hissed, snaping your fingers and making him jerk his head. He had stopped backing up though. You pointed at him, somewhat rudely. Actually, very rudely, but whatever. “What do you mean, check if I was here? And who told you? That idiot. I’ll kill him.”

And why was Jungkook looking at you like that?

Like he thought you were hot when angry.

He better stop that shit because you were losing your irate demeanor for some fuckin’ reason.

“I texted you almost all night. That wasn’t enough?” you half-growled, half whispered.

A tiny head shake.

Ah, shit.

You deliberately did not think that was cute.

“I liked it so much that I…” Oh no, oh no, not that honest tremble and deep gaze into your eyes. “I was hoping I could talk to you again, in person, more bravely this time.”

You opened your mouth to sink in that verbal bite and nothing came out.

The entire laundromat could flood right now and you wouldn’t even notice because you were staring at Jeon Jungkook and wondering if this audacity was freaking annoying or freaking impressive. Not this damn guy within two days leaving you speechless. Well… actually, no, never mind the technicalities.

“Are you even thinking before you do things?” you grumbled, not yet backing down.

Jungkook stuck his hands in his hoodie pockets suddenly. Hm? Nervous and shaking? You couldn’t tell, but you watched him closely, observing his body language, your eyes following those lines.

“Mmmm…” He bit the left side of his lower lip. “No?”

You strongly resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

Shy smile greeting you, accompanying the lip bite.

“I’m just listening to my heart.”

Now you visibly cringed. “Don’t say stuff like that.” Looking away slightly, somehow unable to meet those honest eyes.

“Why? You don’t like it?” Genuinely curious.

“You don’t mean it.” He did mean it and you could see that he meant it but you did not want to admit that you knew that he meant it. Yeah. “You barely know me. We only talked over text.”

“But you gave me thoughtful, frank answers. I don’t believe that you were being dishonest,” Jungkook protested, following you over to the tables a few steps away from the washing machines. You dragged your laundry bag with you and kept your voice down.

“I told you, I’m a straightforward an honest person. I won’t lie to you. And I won’t hesitate to cut you off if you lie to me,” you reminded him.

He nodded. You wanted to shake him and yell at him to stop giving you those eyes. “So I just decided to do what I wanted to.”

You cocked your head at him in disbelief. “You didn’t think you went too far?”

What was with that mischievous smile? “I’m the all-in type.”

You let out a puff of air.

“Also, you haven’t told me directly that you don’t like it,” Jungkook pointed out, leaning toward you, smiling.

You gave him a deadpan stare. “You don’t get me,” you said back flatly.

Those dark brown orbs sparkled. “That’s okay. I don’t have to get you to think you’re cool, clever, and stunning.”

Your eyebrow twitched.

“And why do you say that? Because you see how people look at me? Because you enjoyed my useless facts and tangents last night? Because you think with your dick?” You added the last question with bite, leaning forward too, having enough of this, not really him but…

The fact that you didn’t want to tell him to fuck right off.

Silence.

Jungkook was staring into your eyes.

“The shape of your eyes is so… perfect.”

You felt your ears heat.

He raised a finger and traced the air right in front of your left eye, the scent of his clean cologne drifting in your direction. “The way they sharpen in the inner corner, like a bird of prey… And your irises are so dark and striking…”

You grabbed his finger out of the air.

“Don’t be… weird.”

Why did you pause? Hello? No way you’re being like this over this guy right now.

You pointedly pulled his hand down, pinning it to the table. “Pay attention.”

Jungkook was giving you this dreamy, hazy expression. “Huh? What were you saying?”

You narrowed your eyes. “You can’t even listen.”

He leaned in closer and you caught a whiff of that delicious cologne again. “Sorry. I will. Say it again, please. I’ll listen carefully.”

The fuck were you saying again? The lights of the old laundromat flickered but you barely noticed. A common occurrence in these ol’ mom-and-pop places. And, besides, you were staring at this determined, patient smile and mentally shoving down those butterflies that you definitely weren’t feeling, nope, violently compacting those distracting internalizations into a tiny, windowless box.

“You don’t seem very good at listening,” you finally said, tight and even.

“I am,” he insisted softly. “I promise.”

“I’m too much for you.”

Or was Jungkook too much for you?

“I’m offering all of me,” he whispered to the shared air between you and him. “It might not be enough so I’ll be to work hard and do my best.”

What was he so earnest for? You hesitated, the edges to your hard demeanor softening. You didn’t want to trust stuff like this. It was so easy to get burned and you wanted to be the one to do the burning. And how could you trust people? Even you didn’t say everything out loud. Some things you could say and some you couldn’t say. It was too much trouble to believe in someone.

You had never received unburdened kindness when you were younger.

“We’re not on the same page.”

Jungkook tilted his head. “Aren’t we? But you’re reading me easily and I’m doing my best to learn about you too.”

Your shoulders released the tension. “Don’t pretend with me. It’s clear you’re a relationship kind of guy. And, while I’m not against them, I can’t deliver the same kind of devotion you are willing to give. Can’t you see that?” You removed your hand from his, not realizing it was still there.

His fingertip traced a line on the back of your hand.

Sparks raced along the base of your head.

You remained stern, feeling heavy and hot in your clothes.

“Why do you say that? You don’t think you’re loyal?” he asked very sincerely.

Your eyes narrowed. “Of course, I am. If I like you in that way and you asked me to bury a body, I’d already be digging the grave. But I’m not a flowers-and-chocolate kind of girl. That’s not how I show affection.”

You had no idea how far your clothes were in the cycle. The whole world could crash down and you would still be staring at Jungkook and his body language. His shoulders slouched a little more so he could look up at you with those pleading eyes.

Inhale still in your throat.

“Then, do you not like me?”

Say something.

But you didn’t say anything at all, gazing down at Jeon Jungkook and wondering why you couldn’t get through his thick skull that you were a bad decision. Honestly? Honestly, fine, it was because you grew up with parents that never liked each other nor their kids. Honestly, it was because you grew up too fast and with too much independence to not see the filthiness of the world. Honestly, it was because you saw the finicky innate nature of humanity of never devoting themselves to anything, much less anyone, and why would they?

People were crazy.

Call it personal experience.

You sighed.

“Jungkook, I’m not gonna lie to you. I fuck before I care about anybody. I’m only living to get my pleasure and not take care of anyone, okay? I’m barely keeping my own head together. I’m blunt. I don’t need or want romantic gestures. I just want dick. There. I’m not a good person.”

He was smiling.

Aw, shit.

“I must be favored to know you.”

You twitched, tucking your tongue in your cheek to avoid scowling, which was pretty much scowling anyway, so you failed spectacularly.

“Also, you haven’t said you don’t like me,” Jungkook pointed out. Infuriatingly. “Because it’s not true and you don’t lie. Right?” He said your name with a little too much sweetness and knowing.

You yanked your hand out of his and shoved his hard, muscular chest. He bounced back, grinning a little too happily. You told yourself to hate it and you didn’t. Fuck. “What are you even still doing here? Gonna fold my clothes for me or something?”

The energy at being offered a household chore was disturbing. “Oh! I can! I’m very good at doing laundry. And washing dishes. And cleaning. I like doing that stuff.”

“Sure, you do,” you puffed sarcastically,

“I do,” Jungkook insisted, coming around the table. “And I’m good at it.”

You scrutinized him up a down. “Yeah? Because you don’t know where else to put all that energy of yours?”

His lips parted but all he did was gawk at you. Oop. Right on the money. You were liking this expression a little too much. Maybe it was time to lower these walls a bit. After all, it didn’t seem like Jungkook was going to go away any time soon. He was pretty harmless anyway.

“I could drain you in a night,” you chuckled, smirking.

The tips of his ears were getting red at your lowered tone.

“You think you could keep up?”

-

thursday.

Ugh, it was one of those days that fuckin’ suuuucked.

Woke up late and had to rush to get dressed and bounce, then got to work and some shit was going down about missing documents and people moving papers they shouldn’t have, forcing you to play manager because everyone else had no goddamn spine to fix anything. This department would be a disaster without you. To top it all off, you had people stalling, keeping an irrelevant conversation going, leading you on a wild goose chase with no funny honking – turns out the documents were in some random copier right behind you, for fuck’s sake – and you had a very strong inkling it was because of what you looked like.

Which was fine.

Unless you were actually trying to do your job.

Then, one of your side dishes you had brought for lunch had gone off, so you ended up slightly less full than you wanted to be, and you forgot your jacket at work, leaving it hanging on the back of your chair in your rush to leave, and the train halted several stations before your stop because there was some emergency maintenance or some shit.

Fuckity fuck.

It wouldn’t be so annoying it if wasn’t so windy, but it was and you were wearing a sheer sweater with splashes of jewel-toned colors and a longline black sports bra under it – you had worn your jacket half-zipped until your boss had left in the middle of the day and your co-workers didn’t care how you looked, the dress code was stupid anyway – and black jeans, mid-rise. The rules were more about being covered up rather than being professionally dressed.

The job was primarily sitting at a desk and sorting documents, did it matter how you looked?

Or maybe you just broke the rules a little because you were a rebel.

Your stomach growled angrily and you told it to shut the fuck up.

You stood on the corner halfway between work and home, debating on whether or not to do some damage. The problem was you didn’t have any of the usual bad habits most people had. You didn’t drink, so getting stupid drunk and getting thrown out of the noraebang was out of the question. Also, you couldn’t sing. But, anyway, you barely took medicine, let alone know where or how to procure the illegal fun stuff, so that was also out. You didn’t have a sweet tooth either so you couldn’t down a whole cake with gusto, although that sounded like a great way to go.

You sulked.

You had an addiction, but you just stared at the names in your phone and felt guilty. Guilty! For what? For some guy you met literally less than four days ago? Ugh, no, this couldn’t be you right now. Seriously? Seriously? You crossed and stalked up the block, not yet deciding what to do so you kept walking until you figured it out during this internal battle. You had to keep this guy at a distance. Okay, yes, you could admit you liked him.

And that was the problem.

If you didn’t really like him, you could just fuck him and establish those hard boundaries. No issue. You had been in love before but that was a long time ago and ultimately you ended it because it wasn’t right and you weren’t good enough to be devoted to.

You breathed out hard, the unease spilling out of your insides.

It was definitely easier to not expect anything from anyone. You had spent a lot of life not having and, ultimately, not needing to rely on others, both out of necessity and simply having too much to work on by yourself. Years of fighting off bitterness that you had always tasted, years of letting go of important moments realizing that supposedly important people in your life would never be there for them, years of lashing out and becoming the shadow of the abuse you endured. Eye for an eye and all that. Keep the cycle going, until you had that moment in the eye of the storm to get hit by lightning and realize that this wasn’t right.

It wasn’t any particular thing.

Just finally accepting the creeping self-awareness that you had been miserable and were making other people miserable on purpose because you tore them open and took their hearts to find yours.

Metaphorically, duh.

So now you sort of did this martyr shit of being there for people when you could and not asking for anything back. Especially not a relationship. Intimate to heal a heart and then give it away, which totally worked if they weren’t into you, just into what you could do.

You didn’t really feel it yourself but you did get sex out of it.

Bad addiction, yeah.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket.

You ignored it.

Stepped into a chicken place and stood in line, feeling the weight of your world on your shoulders. You brain tried to reason with you that it was Jeon Jungkook’s own fault if he got hurt. He was the one who chose to spend all that time sitting at the laundromat with you talking about random shit. Your favorite video game – Persona 5, excelling in your top three most important things about a video game: music score, gameplay, and art style. Your favorite American rapper – Ludacris and the way he could rhyme the weirdest words. Your favorite movie genre – surrealist psychedelic drug movies, which earned you a confused head tilt. You had asked Jungkook what he liked. Mood lamps. Singing. Watching cooking videos on YouTube.

Had asked him if he believed in soulmates.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you ordered at the kiosk and paid.

You don’t think I could have met you in another life?

You stood with the other waiting patrons, ignoring everybody and your phone thrumming against your hip, thinking about last night.

I probably broke your heart.

Thinking about that smile with two piercings and a lip mole. That smile didn’t trust your answer at all.

Maybe the universe is giving me another chance to make up for my past mistakes. I can’t give up.

You made a face at past Jungkook’s answer, too taken aback all those hours ago to scowl properly. Maybe you had been too tired. Too worn down by his earnest nonsense to fight it properly at that moment. Your hand hovered over you hip, wondering if you should check it. Then dropped.

What, did you need to see him every day or something?

Your name was called and you stepped up to receive your order.

Oh, fuck, you miss him.

You yanked your phone out of your pocket and stared at it as you walked out of the restaurant, only to get plopped by a fat raindrop on the lit-up screen. You looked up to the gray sky and let out a hiss.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

You turned around and sat down, grumbling as rain poured down and you replied to Jungkook’s texts.

Stupid.

Not him. Just you.

-

friday.

“What are you trying so hard for?” you snapped.

“Why aren’t you trying hard enough?” Jeon Jungkook shot back.

It was going really well.

Clearly.

You let out a hiss and flicked your hands as if you were trying to physically get rid of his reply. Argh, this… man! The thundering rain was pouring down, down, and you were both standing under a bus stop with no intention of taking the bus. You bit back the volume of your sudden anger. There was no need to yell anyway. No one was coming out in the thick of this monsoon.

Only you and crazy-ass Jeon Jungkook.

Switched tactics. "And what makes you think your virgin ass–"

"I'm not a virgin!"

"You are here!"

And you jammed two fingers into that very muscular chest, right next to the left side of his sternum. Too fast to be stopped. The shove actually made him stumble. Or maybe it was the utter shock of the verbal and physical double jab combined with the deep growl that your voice had suddenly become. His racer jacket and black hair were slick with rain. Half of his white t-shirt soaked. Even the front of his blue jeans drenched.

You panted hard after your outburst, the anger draining away all in a flash of lightning.

Jungkook stared at you with stricken eyes.

The rain pelted down, down, beating into the silence.

“How did you know?” he breathed out.

You didn’t but somehow you did, feeling something inside of you break. Not afraid of the world. Never, never again. No, afraid of what you could do, afraid of breaking something this pure, because you broke your first love too and that past guilt still lingered. Not that you thought Jungkook loved you. He couldn’t This was only the fifth day of him knowing you.

The fuck is going on?

“I see your type all the time,” you sighed, your damp hair all over your face. “Looking for light in black holes instead of stars.” The rain had slipped off your black leather jacket. Your cropped band shirt wasn’t wet, but your black cargo pants were sodden knees down.

This coldness, however, didn’t come from the rain.

“You really should stop. For your own good.”

You looked away from him, feeling as if your own words had pierced bullet holes into your walls. Dark sky, never-ending rain, cars struggling to drive, people running with umbrellas and ponchos, arms huddled close to their bodies, and here you were just standing here in the rain, the world acting out your mind. How nice. You thought you had come to terms with everything, but obviously not. Somehow once you saw Jungkook again, once you felt his presence again, the pull was even stronger and the storm was even more intense and the worst part was that you didn’t want to leave.

You heard Jungkook’s soft, silvery voice through the gray rain.

“Why are you blaming yourself for shit that hasn’t even happened yet?”

You turned your head to look into those pleading brown eyes.

Lightning shot across the sky.

Thunder followed seconds after, eating up the night.

“W… What?”

He shook his head, dripping water.

“You haven’t hurt me. You don’t mean to, either.”

That smile, his hand extended, the inked snake on his wrist showing.

You stared at Jeon Jungkook with droplets beading on your skin but those goosebumps weren’t from the weather. Jerked your head away. What is with this gentleness? How could he know anything? He couldn’t know anything. He was just an airhead who watched too many dramas and made others believe that they could be real.

“Noona?”

You whipped your head to Jungkook, shocked at his use of the honorific. He only used it when Jimin was at the meal. Afterwards, the conversations had been clearly directed at you. Not completely informal speech, but sometimes you slipped and he did too. You never corrected him because, well.

You slapped his hand away.

Nothing was going to happen.

You closed the distance and grabbed his head, pressing your lips to his shaking ones.

It was going to be terrible. Cold. Wet. Acidic from the lingering feelings. There was no way that this kiss could be anything else with this setting.

This was real life.

Not a story.

Your hands cupped his cheeks and you sunk into his kiss. The hard edge of his jewelry and the softness of his breath, caught by your mouth, your eyes already screwed shut, nothing to do but feel, feel the way he instantly pressed back and set his hands on your elbows, pulling you closer, shuddering as your forearms pressed to his chest. A weird feeling, like two fires melting together, prickling racing across your skin, no, deeper, past your ribs and into your heart.

The storm raged on.

You snapped out of the kiss, nose to nose, water trickling in places it shouldn’t, over your eyelashes and down your neck, feeling fingers graze across your elbows. Slipping under the leather. Droplets soaking into your shirt and then warm hands lingering at the curve of your exposed waist.

Tracing your lines.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

And you kissed Jeon Jungkook again.

-

saturday.

No, you didn’t take him home. You’re reckless, yeah.

But you knew how that would go.

Not that Jungkook didn’t try. Maybe you would have done it, if you weren’t the equivalent of wet cat and equally torrenting emotions. His hands around your waist, pulling you closer, heat blossoming between layers of rain-drenched clothing, kiss after kiss, your hands in his hair, tangling those dark waves into wilderness, getting more and more breathless, heady with a feeling you knew but didn’t want to believe in.

For someone who hated lying, you sure enjoyed lying to yourself.

You had reasons.

How could this time be different if it was just following the same trajectory that you always followed?

You had to pry yourself from him, lips tingling, tongue curling, feeling your blood course through your veins and your heartbeat as loud as thunder, opening your eyes to his blissed-out expression, his own eyes still closed, pressing his lips together to savor your taste.

Damn.

You had wanted to tell him to stop it, stop it with all this falling, you were being dragged down by his vibe, clothes feeling heavy, desperate to be stripped away, but you kept your hands along the sides of his head, your exhale escaping but giving you away like a bad con artist.

Those shimmering dark eyes had opened, following Jungkook’s smile.

“You’re a great kisser, noona.”

His hands stayed on your waist, drumming his fingertips on your skin, tangible kisses creating invisible but no less real electricity.

You scoffed, corner of your lips rising.

“Shut up.”

Tendrils of his black-brown hair clung to his forehead. The rain drummed but it had lessened a bit. You had looked back to his eyes, defeated.

“Shut up so I don’t miss you more.”

One last, drawn-out kiss, tongue to tongue and you had broken from him, warning him sternly.

“Don’t follow me.”

Ran all the way home, face burning, not even feeling the rain even though it was still falling.

Now, present time, you sat at this boring farewell party in some fancy hotel with the sun blaring outside. Figures the nice weather would come out when you would have to stuff yourself in a fitted blazer dress and pretend to care about your boss’s boss retiring. Black, of course. For the formal occasion. Sadly, no one was dying except this old coot’s career.

Maybe you were a little salty that you couldn’t retire yet.

You looked down at your phone, which was on silent, noticing you had a new message.

ㅎ.ㅎ

O… Okay. Whatever that face was supposed to mean. You didn’t even bother to answer. Couldn’t, anyway, forced to plaster on a mildly interested expression as your boss gave a speech that you zoned out of. There were multiple large circular tables in the hotel ballroom. Outside the ballroom was an outdoor area with the buffet. Everyone had served themselves before sitting down, but, first, a few words.

A few was turning out to be too many and your salmon was getting cold.

Employees had been allowed to bring plus ones. Wives and husbands. There were a few empty seats, and a few significant others popped in mid-speech, trying to be quiet and politely bowing in apology. Of course, they weren’t required to be on time, having other obligations and such.

You twitched.

Was that why this was dragging on? So everyone could eat at once? For fuck’s sake, who cared if they were late. Then you noticed your boss’s wife stepping in, looking pretty and put-together in a forest green high-necked dress, holding the small hand of a kid in a lopsided children’s tuxedo with an equally confused expression.

Oh.

Come on.

You suddenly felt a disturbance in the Force.

“Excuse me. Sorry, sorry.”

You whipped your head around to see Jeon Jungkook in a black pinstripe suit cha-cha sliding in the empty chair next to you, picking up your black velvet purse and holding it out to you with a grin that made his large, dark brown eyes light up.

You gawked at him.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” He added your name politely and with affection, smooth as butter, criminal undercover. Even the honorific, oh, shit.

The blood drained out of your face and you tried not to think about how your co-workers sitting at the table were staring at you and him like you both had three heads. Of course, no one was supposed to be talking, so no one asked questions yet, but that was definitely going to start the second your boss was finished with his sentence.

You took your purse without another word and glared at Jungkook with such fire that you hoped he burned alive at the spot. Oh, this could turn into a murder and a funeral real fucking fast. All he did was give you those shining big peepers that made you want to strangle him. In an unsexy way.

For now.

You leaned over as the clapping started. He caught on and delicately leaned over, offering his ear to your lips.

“The fuck are you doing?”

Jungkook turned his head so only you could hear his whisper.

“I was nearby, so I figured…?”

You stared at him, plumb slack-jawed at this audacity.

He closed the distance and gently kissed your cheek. You ticked your head almost robotically, piercing eyes following his playful ones, and now you wondered if Jeon Jungkook was truly not right in the head or perfect for you.

Well.

You weren’t right in the head either.

You did text him earlier this morning that you needed to come to this party at this hotel to send off this important retiree. If you missed this, then it would have reflected poorly on you, especially when you wanted to keep your job, so, yes, it was part of the reason why you had not attempted to convince Jungkook to sleep over – not that he needed any convincing whatsoever – and the other reason was to get enough sleep so you could tolerate socializing. Did you think Jungkook was gonna finesse his way into the seat next to you? Hell no. Did you think he was gonna dress smartly and with his black hair parted neatly in the center, fuckin’ black tie pressed and collar pinned? Fuck, no.

Did you think you would like it?

No!

“How did you get them to let you in?” you hissed under your breath.

Jungkook was clapping like a seal because everyone else was. A champagne bottle was being popped. He looked systematically impressed and awed. Amazing acting. “I just said I was with you.” Glanced at you and grinned, the silver piercings on his lip gleaming. A hoop and a stud. “Aren’t I, noona?”

The urge to growl at him to shut the fuck up was silenced by your brain reminding you to be safe-for-work.

You felt a poke at your sleeve. Your co-worker sitting at your left, bleach-blond and with the curiosity of a child. Full of sudden comments and questions too, just like a kid.

“Oh, oh! You never mentioned anything about a boyfriend!” Because you didn’t have one until right now, apparently. “So handsome!” Yes, he was. You had taste. “How did you meet?” Circumstances beyond your control.

“Through a… friend.”

That was a very generous word for instigator Park Jimin.

Jungkook poked his head past you and waved. “Hi! Nice to meet you.” He was using you as a shield to avoid directly interacting with these people he didn’t know. Just chiming in with polite nods as you introduced him to the table and sitting back to let you have this uninvited spotlight that was burning you like the sun did to vampires.

Pretty close, in all honesty.

“Aw, what a sweet guy. It’s nice to meet you too. I didn’t think your type was so young and cute.”

You almost made a face of distaste. “You thought my type was old and ugly?” Oop, there goes your sharp tongue.

“Nooo.” You tried not to flinch at the playful slap of your arm. “More mature, maybe? But this is better. You don’t have to be so serious. Look at his smile! I bet that’s what drew you in.”

You glanced at Jungkook and he appropriately smiled big at the right time. Somehow, he had obtained a plate of steak. How, you didn’t care. You narrowed your eyes just a sliver. Jungkook did not stop smiling but there was at least an iota of fear in those big brown eyes. Speaking of vampire, maybe you should suck the life out of him because he was being too fuckin’ much.

“Well, he was persistent to put it lightly. Might as well give him the chance to win me over.”

Jungkook beamed like a billion-kilowatt lightbulb. Or a crystal chandelier. It depended if you wanted to say the light came from his white teeth or sparkling eyeballs.

Fuckity fuck.

You wanted to rub your temples but refrained.

You would never recover from this.

“Are you mad at me?” Jungkook asked you later.

Oh, now he wondered if you’re mad. You didn’t even look at him, dragging him away from the crowd by the elbow. Hopefully you had stayed long enough but there had been so many of the same questions that you were either getting dizzy or murderous. Hm. Why not both?

“I’m not mad at you,” you muttered.

“You kinda sound mad.”

“I’m not mad but I’m gonna get mad if you keep saying I am,” you warned. “Don’t start a self-fulfilling prophecy.”

“A what?”

“Where did you park?”

His voice became small even though he was right next to you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

The sun was blaring down on the open parking lot, it was annoyingly humid, you were socially drained, and this, not this. You spun abruptly, too much crashing down too fast, flinging Jungkook’s arm from you.

“No,” you hissed out. “No. Don’t you dare take it back. You wanna be crazy and drive me crazy, fine, do it, keep doing it, don’t stop, but own up. I’ve got enough push-and-pull jammed into my head and I don’t need you adding to it.”

It was so easy to simply give in to the rising anger, but you found yourself locked into Jungkook’s wide, taken-back eyes, drowning in them, deeper than the ocean, seeing how rueful he was.

“Don’t do that to me,” you sighed.

At least your voice didn’t crack. You didn’t want to be angry anyway.

You raised your hand to cup his cheek but paused, not knowing anymore what was what. Always been so sure until the world started getting flipped upside down by Jeon Jungkook. You always knew all of the things to do to make someone interested, all the things to say to make them swoon, and now you didn’t know anything at all because this guy showed up and jumped right in, not even caring about the damages, the fine print, or the past that lingered.

Why are you blaming yourself for shit that hasn’t even happened yet?

Jungkook leaned forward and completed the curve of his cheek into your hollow palm, now looking at you eye-to-eye with a curious expression.

The corner of your lips curved upwards.

You leaned forward, saying your next words very seriously.

“You. Are. Crazy.”

-

sunday.

You sat against the window, waiting for the document to print out.

No one was in the office. You had rolled over here out of sheer boredom, looking up at the gray-blue sky and watching shafts of sunlight phase in and out. Overtime to prepare documents for Monday. You hadn’t bothered to follow dress code, but there was a breeze today, so you wore brown plaid trousers and an old vintage t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. The faded album cover of Papa Roach’s Infest. Your oversized black leather jacket was on the back of your office chair once again.

You spun in your chair, the print job long done.

Thought back on the week.

Day one, awkward dinner and the start of a rollercoaster.

Day two, clutching your phone and waiting for replies due to the spotty service of the subway.

Day three, washing machines and dryers and long conversations.

Day four, shitty day with a nice ending to more texts. Better service too.

Day five, cold rain and warm lips.

Day six, surprise! You have a boyfriend and everybody knows!

You got up and wandered to the copier. Stacked everything up and clipped the right parts together, setting it on your boss’s desk. Glanced at the time at your computer. The blank screensaver abruptly appeared, showing you your blurred reflection.

Your fingertips lingered on your chest, the soft, worn fabric of the shirt reminding you of night after tumultuous night of the past. Time that made you, you. Scars you made by holding on too tightly to pain others gave you. The thought of scars in others that you started and they held on to. Repenting, in a way, healing the hearts that came in your path with intimacy and the passion you were afraid to show Jeon Jungkook because what if, what if…

What if it actually matched well?

“You,” Park Jimin had said to you months ago, “You need someone who thinks of you as their whole world.”

“I don’t want that.”

“You don’t want it. But you need it.”

You didn’t have Park-Jimin-being-right on this year’s bingo card, fuck.

You clocked out and collected your stuff, turning off the lights as you left the office, black boots the only solid sound around you, pulling out your phone to check the address one more time.

“Why are you wearing clothes?” you asked accusingly.

“Um…?”

You gripped the sides of the denim jacket and yanked it off his shoulders, pinning Jeon Jungkook’s arms to his sides. He immediately yelped but you silenced him by stepping through the door and pulling him to you by the button placket, tracing the edge of his open lips with your tongue.

“W-Wait, noona, the d-door…”

“I don’t care.”

Kissed him, deeply.

That now familiar scent, closer, slipping your tongue between his lips, succumbing to the flutters. In, out, feeling him collapse under you and moan in his throat, hard body stumbling into yours, hand haphazardly smacking the edge of the door.

It closed behind you.

You rolled your body into his, closer than close with too many layers in between, tangling his arms in his own jacket, swallowing his gasp and feeling him wiggle determinedly to free his hands and then they were on your face, strong fingers fanning out over your jaw, his jacket falling to the floor, hungrily following your tongue and lips with his own.

Something addicting about the addition of metal to those soft mouth.

This was your forte, the ability to make fantasies come true, and you took it seriously, throwing your bag onto the table by the door and shedding the protective layer of leather. Pressed chest to chest, holding his head and tracing his lips, slow fucking them, running your fingertips over the curve of his ears and making him shiver, noting the three hoops along his left ear.

Pressed your hands down his chest, over the smooth ribbed white tank molding to his muscular torso, down, down, kissing past his lips, to that mole underneath, down his chin, his head tipping back, your name drifting above your head as you kissed down his neck, the sharp clean scent of his cologne getting stronger.

“I thought… we were… o-oh, g-going out…”

“I’m gonna fuck you,” you breathed into his collarbones, hot and low, nicking his skin with your teeth and making him shiver. “Right now. Tonight. Maybe tomorrow too.” Undid the button of his jeans with some effort, yanking him towards you again and molding your hips to his, thighs to hard thighs, and that stiffness wasn’t only a sturdy zipper. “Tuesday as well. Fuck it.”

“The whole week,” Jungkook gasped as you unzipped his charcoal jeans.

“Yeah, good, you’re keeping up,” you murmured and grabbed his head again, catching a fistful of his black hair, kissing him hard with your other palm pressed to his hardness. Your tongue tracing the edge of his lips, breathing into his mouth and swallowing Jungkook’s wanton moan, intoxicated by the moment.

You pulled back just to yank your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor.

It took longer for it to float down than for you to get on your knees.

“Woah…!”

Hooked your fingers on the elastic waistband of his Calvin Kleins and tugged them down, exhaling over that thick length that popped out. He smelled clean, like he had just showered, and you half-smiled, approving, closing the distance to curl your tongue around hard taut skin.

“Ooooh… fuuuuuuuck…”

Tightly taking control, using only your tongue to scoop around his girth and flick against his balls. Kisses, licks, flutters of breath, all of it, sensation after sensation, layering on the heat, adding sweetness to the obscene, his twitching cock hitting your cheek as you pressed kisses to his balls.

“Let me show you something,” you hummed and swallowed his pride.

Jungkook gasped so loud that his hands shot up to his mouth, fingers laced over his moan, one inked arm and one tan one, tilting his head back as your lips closed around him, softly, your tongue cupping the head, caressing the underside, the slit, letting him throb against wet muscle. Pushed him up to the roof of your mouth and slowly, in and out, rubbing the base of the head against your lips every time you ascended, fanning your fingers over his crotch to hold the base and cup his balls in between your index and thumb. Steady and consistent, sucking him off with deliberate precision.

You had a lot of fancy skills to show off but, for this first time, might as well give him the stripped-down version.

Heh.

So you blew Jungkook at his front door in your bra and pants with his clothes half-on and struggling to breathe.

“A-Ah, so s-soft… and so tight… h-how…”

You didn’t speed up. Didn’t put in more force. Used your whole torso, not just your head and neck, to avoid strain, holding his hips to take him deeper but at the same pace, letting the orgasm build with his heart rate, running your thumbs over his balls, a gentle caress, closing your eyes to savor it. Hard and twitching, but you didn’t let him disturb what you had going on, extending out the minutes, saturating every second with flowing, unavoidable bliss.

What?

You could match his vibe with your kind of romance.

You heard Jungkook’s pitch hike and the muscles under your fingers all tensed up. You spared a look upwards, but he wasn’t looking at you, shoving his hands into his messy black hair, displaying his prominent triceps, and moaning to the ceiling, dragging his bangs over his eyes.

“Oh my God, I’m cumming, fuuuuck…!”

You pillowed your tongue around the head and his salty orgasm flooded your mouth, spilling out and down your throat, but you cupped what you could and coated the sensitive head, pleased to hear Jungkook’s shudder and whimper of ecstasy, gripping his hair and pulling. The close-fitted nature of his tank top left nothing to the imagination, the aftershock rippling up his chest, even his hardened nipples poking against the fabric.

You swallowed.

Jungkook moaned and his head fell back again, his eyes probably rolled back.

Gotta finish him off right.

You licked around him carefully, cleaning him off and keeping him hard.

“You…”

Cocked an eyebrow as you shifted your eyes up, his cock buried in your throat, pulsing your muscles around his length. His chin was on his chest, wayward dark curls hanging down, shaking wide eyes watching you with fascination, his shaking voice full of awe.

“You know… how porn calls it a mouth-pussy? I really thought that shit was fake and sounded stupid, but… you have a mouth-pussy.”

You blinked at him and tried not to snort out in laughter.

You just raised both eyebrows and flicked his balls with your tongue. A few seconds later, you pulled back and countered with, “Really? Mouth-pussy? That’s how you show gratitude for the best suck of your life?”

“B-But it’s true!”

You shook you head and waved a hand at him.

“Clothes. Off.”

Every hour, every minute, every second.

Full of sex.

Jungkook wasn’t lying. He wasn’t a virgin. He was a little too good at fingering to be a virgin. Well, you hadn’t had his dick yet but it was pretty obvious with the slow circles on your clit and the kissing of your collarbones. Clothes didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Most of them were left by the door. Your shoulder blades and ass touching the bed, his other hand along your back and tracing your spine as he kissed across your breasts, shyly shifting his gaze back to your face to constantly check if you were enjoying it, not quite confident that he was making your heart flutter. You smirked back at him, taking his hand and pressing his fingers to your wet slit, pushing them in yourself.

He breathed out with you, watching your face as the pleasure snaked out from your core.

Two of them, taking it slow, but you shook your head and pressed his down, your hard nipple against his lips, and he followed your lead, faster, harder, your inner walls clenching around him, sighing deeply as the pleasure flowed, soft licks and tracing tongue. You let him have it, the slower, more romantic pace, spreading your fingers over his sheets and thrusting into his hand, adding to the pleasure, and Jungkook’s eyes glittered, kissing from one nipple to another with a smile.

“Harder?”

“And faster,” you agreed, licking the air between you and him.

Hey, you weren’t a virgin either and you liked it rough.

He kissed you first, entranced by your tongue, harder, faster, your hips following his hand, entangled in this beat, and then it was back to your nipples, kissing sucking, sparks of sensuality over your skin, your hands diving into his hair. Heat. Roughness. Passion, catching your breath and your head falling back, inhaling his scent and the clean sheets, the orgasm flooding through you, delicately forming his name with your lips.

“Ah, Jungkook…”

You didn’t let it stop there though.

His hand moved to pull out and you clutched his wrist and pushed him back in, your nail catching his ring finger, collecting it too, gasping at the added fullness, and you pulled his left hand out from under your back.

Jungkook watched you curiously as your rode his right hand and turned his left, thumb down.

You fitted it around your neck and positioned it correctly, grinning devilishly at him.

He got the hint.

Slightly unsure at first but you built his confidence, comfortably laying back on his bed and spreading out your fingers, moaning softly for him, rocking your hips into his hand, climbing to the high again, stronger his time. His fingers pressed inwards and you breathed out, savoring the choking, the way time slowed down, the way the sensations heightened, your spine arching, low gasp like heavy smoke, immortalizing the moment in his memory, black pupils blown out in those beautiful dark eyes, leaning forward to run his tongue over your nipples.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, thrusting into his fingers harder.

Lids heavy, drowning in the pleasure, his tongue, his hands, the way he looked at you like you were his whole world, the tension between you and him, sweet and intense and overwhelming, just perfect, your exhale only a thin wisp now, closing your eyes and moaning to the ceiling as you came.

It was a hard, thundering pulse, much more powerful than before, your shivering pussy gripping his fingers and your hips bucking. Thighs snapping closed, whining as you felt the hardness of his tattooed forearm, your head snapping to the side the second he released you, the rushing blood knocking you down and making your nerves sing, strong flinches across your arms and torso. Gasping to catch your breath.

Wasn’t his first time choking, but maybe the first time he got really turned on by it, because Jungkook was ogling you like a three-star Michelin meal.

It was like that all night.

From the first time he entered you, one condom wrapper the start of many, biting the left side of his lip and shuddering – “H-How are you so tight…? I just f-fingered you – oooh!” – and you wrapped around him tightly, smirking a little too smugly, one arm around his neck and one leg on his shoulder. Your fingers petaled around the base of his head, cupping him in the flower of your touch. Your thigh against his hard chest still trembling from your kisses. You angled your hips and he slipped in deeper, groaning in disbelief, his brows furrowing at you.

“H-Hey!”

Your tongue pocketed in the side of your smirk and you fucked him right.

“Gah!”

Jungkook, too, fucked you right.

You lead the pace so he could bring the force of his hips. Ah, fuck, right there, like that, and you let him know, the cries tumbling out and mixing with his, rushing wave after wave pressing into you, filling you with his girth and his power. You brought the intensity, the flint to his flame, the break in his pride and Jungkook was looking down at you, shoulders flexed, jaw tight and eyes hazy, clear emotion swirling within them and you saw your own gaze fixated on him, wanting him more than you wanted the sex.

Oh.

Shit.

You gasped and dug your nails into his scalp, grasping the pillow and throwing your head back, not expecting the suddenness of your high, injected into your heartbeat and pushing all the air out of your lungs, veins ablaze with heat as your core clenched, inner walls throbbing all around him. Jungkook groaned, biting his lower lip and thrusting hard, the small mole underneath shaking just as hard as his shoulders, but he couldn’t hold back any longer, squeezing his eyes shut, muffled scream as he came, his head falling back, two tones the start of an ongoing, wanton melody.

“Holy… fuck…”

Well, more like unholy fuck but you didn’t correct him.

You kind of expected him to pull out and leave, but instead his head snapped back and he dived down, catching your lips and dripping sweat on you, making you both laugh. Kiss after kiss, all over your face, and you could barely sputter out – “Oi, you’re sweaty!” – but he didn’t care, kissing all over your cheeks and down your neck, your chest, slurping at your nipples, you narrowed your eyes at that but those playful eyes just sparkled with deviousness, trailing down, down.

Slowing.

Jungkook pressed his lips to your waist, looking up at you.

Your heart thundered against your chest and sparks danced over your skin.

Somehow at ease.

“What?”

You smiled down at him.

“I don’t ever want to leave your side.”

Your lips parted to give him a snappy comeback, yeah, well, I gotta go to work, but nothing came out.

Jungkook grinned, his whole face lighting up and dove between your legs, biting and kissing the inside of your thighs, attacking them with his menacing mouth.

“Hey! Oi! I’m sensitive, f-fuck!”

Even planting a fat wet kiss on your clit for good measure.

“Ah!”

Shoving his tongue in your pussy.

“YO!”

You gawked at his audacity, twisting away from him. Infuriatingly, he followed, scrambling for your ass.

“There was just a condom in there!”

“Ah, who cares,” said the one that clearly didn’t. “Kiss me.”

“Hell no!”

After cleaning up and pinning him down on his own bed and thoroughly scolding him, somehow you ended up making out with Jungkook and his fingers were in your pussy again. It sounded very wet and squishy down there, probably because you showed Jungkook just now much you liked kisses under your earlobe. His tongue against your skin, teeth nicking, sucking hard and making you moan and grind on his hand, pressing against his chest.

“Sit on my face,” he whispered in your ear.

Which was know you ended up grasping his headboard and his tongue between your legs, the piercing pressed against the left side of the outer lips. You kept your weight on your knees, but Jungkook grabbed your ass and tipped your hips at a different angle, your clit right on his tongue, his nose against your crotch.

“Fuuuuck, you smell so good…”

You could barely hear him but you felt him speak, gasping at the strange sensation of hot breath and swiping tongue, his lips wrapping around your most sensitive nerves. He had a much softer tongue, but there was consistency there and plenty of gusto. It helped, actually, to have his hands gripping your thighs, adding the amplifying pleasure of restraint. You rode his face, matching the movement of his tongue. One of your hands left the headboard. Trapped your nipples between your fingers and pulled at them, making Jungkook’s eyes go wide and watch eagerly, licking and sucking harder.

Layered and intricate, full of sensation and emotion, gazing down at him and smirking as the sparks turned into lightning and you soaked his face, shivering, tipping forward at the flinches of climax, swearing under your thin breath, panting, snapped tension draining you and wetly sticking to his lips, his tongue, his cheeks.

He shoved his tongue into your quivering pussy and you sucked in a breath, feeling your inner walls pulsate around his curling muscle, his low, gravelly moan filling what little air there was between his mouth and you, his satisfaction vibrating through your body and mixing with your afterglow.

You slid down his chest and kissed him again, tasting your subtle sweet-sour on his slick lips.

He wanted you to jack him off hard and fast, the fingers of your other hand splayed out over his chest, forgetting about anything else, time only a construct, your phones discarded by the door, and here, in this bed, there was only Jungkook and you, his cock pulsing in your grip, your foxy expression to his desperate one, his eyes rolling back in the intensity, biting down hard on the left side of his lip, the small mole underneath shaking in anticipation, the tendons of his neck popping out.

You raised your free hand and gently stroked his cheek with your knuckle as you punished his cock.

His lower lip popped out of his mouth and he groaned, rough and breathless.

“A-Ah, fuck!”

A hot stream of liquid dripping down the back of your hand, drenching you and him in the strong scent of sex. Thick and potent, and you leaned forward and kissed him deeply, tightly holding his jerking cock and squeezing it all out of him.

“You’re amazing,” Jungkook panted, even after getting up – once again – to attempt to clean up your collective mess.

“Mhm,” you hummed, sitting beside him. He was radiating heat. “I was never worried about that.”

“Hah… You’re… You’re crazy…”

You had obtained your phone and just now sent a message to your boss that you would be taking a sick day on Monday. You have plenty of those. “Speak for yourself.”

“I mean, you’re like… um… uh, oh! A semen demon…”

“What?”

You almost threw your phone in laughter. Actually, you couldn’t even hear Jungkook’s explanation for what the hell he meant by semen demon because you were laughing too hard, barely able to breathe. There wasn’t a normal explanation anyway – how could there be? – and you kept inelegantly snorting afterward at inappropriate times. Jungkook, for his part, seemed proud for making you laugh so much.

“You look so beautiful laughing.”

Your response was quick, immediate, and lighthearted.

“Shut up.”

He snuggled his still too warm head into the crook of your shoulder.

“Will you stay?”

You gave him a look and then showed him the sent text message on your phone. There was something special and perfect about the smile that lit up his face, clearly showing his devotion and clearly seeing yours.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

Jungkook skipped work too. Both of you ended up sleeping in.

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Love, Love, Love this story!

If you’re struggling like I am - Ch. 27 (M)

Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

Chapters: 

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27(final)

Chapter 27 - Today

You just want to make pancakes, but Jungkook has other plans…

Word Count: 2.5k (of 73k)

Warnings: a lot of smut and a lot of fluffiness

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Dreams

Dream Journal/Story Prompts

Kisses

Kiss Prompt Series

Boyfriends

Choose-Your-Own-Story Series

MTLs

Most-to-Least Lists

Scenarios

Pic Scenarios

WYR

Would You Rather Game

Drabbles/One-Shots

Cute

Fluff - In Jin’s eyes, the only thing as cute as RJ - is you.

Sweet

Fluff/Lust - You and Jin kiss in the kitchen for no reason at all.

Drabbles/One-Shots

Unnoticed

Fluff/Lust - When you finally pay attention to BTS’s most reserved member, you find you wish you would have noticed him much sooner.

Noticed

Fluff - Sequel to Unnoticed

Warmth

Fluff - Yoongi’s thoughtful, quiet gesture warms you - and your heart.

Comfort

Fluff - When you and Yoongi fall asleep in the backseat of the car, you overhear the boys in the front discussing your blossoming relationship.

Affection

Fluff - When it comes to expressing affection, sometime actions speak louder than words.

Assurance

Fluff - After a long day, you and Yoongi could both use a little reassurance.

Happiness

Fluff/Lust - Your happy place is in Yoongi’s embrace.

Sentimental

Fluff/SMAU - Yoongi’s not usually sentimental, but missing you makes him soft.

Love

Fluff - As you relax with Yoongi in the soop, you take the opportunity to contemplate love and fate.

Alone

Fluff - You and Yoongi just want to be left alone.

Autumn

Fluff - You and Yoongi kiss in the street because you miss each other.

Tired

Angst/Fluff/Timestamp - Yoongi acts like pushing you away isn’t exhausting, but Hoseok sees right through him.

Oblivious

Fluff - When Namjoon doesn’t notice your flirtation, Yoongi takes it upon himself to make a move, but he soon realizes that Namjoon isn’t the only oblivious one.

Hurts So Good

Pic Scenario

His Eyes Tell

Pic Scenario

The Perfect Response

Pic Scenario

Series

Impermanence

Angst/Fluff/SMAU - You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Voyagers

Fluff/Headcanon - A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join BTS on a Bon Voyage adventure leads to once-in-a-lifetime love.

Drabbles/One-Shots

Formally

Fluff - When you need a date to a major event, your friend Hoseok volunteers, but as the big night unfolds, you start to realize that you might just want to be more than friends.

Never

Angst/Fluff - You and Hoseok kiss in the rain because the situation is life-or-death.

Ever

Fluff/Lust - Bonus scene for Never

A Quiet Moment

Pic Scenario

Not Really Interested

Pic Scenario

Drabbles/One-Shots

Fireside

Fluff - You and Namjoon kiss by a campfire because you admire each other.

Reunion

Fluff - You and Namjoon kiss in a vehicle to say hello.

Drabbles/One-Shots

Indescribable

Fluff - When BTS performs at your high school, you score front-row seats to the greatest experience of your life.

Deeper

Fluff - You and Jimin kiss in the water because you confess your feelings.

Worth a Shot

Pic Scenario

Drabbles/One-Shots

Surprise

Fluff - When your best friend Taehyung invites you to celebrate your birthday with him, you’re not sure what to expect.

Moonlight

Fluff - You and Taehyung kiss in the moonlight because you long for each other.

Drabbles/One-Shots

Thrilled

Fluff - You never would have guessed riding in the backseat with Jungkook could be so exciting.

Waiting

Fluff - You and Jungkook kiss at a party because you miss each other.

Valentine

Fluff - Jungkook happily cares for you when you're sick on Valentine's Day.

A Sure Bet

Pic Scenario

Series

Impermanence

Angst/Fluff/SMAU - You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Impermanence

Genre: Angsty Fluff/Fluffy Angst/Social Media AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female); Yoongi x Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Author’s Note: A lot of exposition this time, but stay with me. I promise some good stuff is just around the corner. 😉

Part Four

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Genre: Angst/Fluff/Social Media AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female); Yoongi x Reader (Established Relationship)

Word Count: 1.24K

Summary: You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Author’s Note: If anyone’s been wondering when the angst was coming... here you go. 😊

Part Five

“Let’s go, Jungkook!”

“Let’s get it, birthday boy!”

“Come on, JK!”

Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon encouraged Jungkook, nudging him and clapping him on the back.

His face was turned down, his eyes on his lap, a blush blossoming across his grinning cheeks.

You dropped your napkin across your empty plate, picking up your half-drunk wine glass as you leaned back in your seat, an amused smile on your lips. Beside you, Yoongi held your free hand beneath the table and on top of his thigh, his chopsticks idly moving cold noodles around his plate.

“Sing us a song, JK.” You voiced your agreement with the boys.

Jungkook looked up when you spoke, his large eyes meeting your gaze. Something passed between you in an instant; you could almost hear his voice, his words ringing in your head.

Anything for you, noona.

A slight uneasiness fluttered in your belly, and you looked away. Yoongi sat his chopsticks down, quietly clearing his throat.

“Okay.” Jungkook said out loud, reaching for his glass, and the boys clapped and cheered appreciatively as he tipped his head back, downing the last of his drink. He then closed his eyes, contemplating, and everyone quieted down, waiting patiently for him to ready himself. After a moment, he inhaled, and his voice, soft and breathy, floated through the expectant silence.

What is your name?

Do you have a place to go?

Oh, could you tell me?

I saw you hidden in this garden

You slowly lowered your glass back onto the table, deciding against taking another sip. As soon as you recognized the words, your mind began turning as fast as the blood suddenly surging through your veins. Of all the songs in his repertoire, why did he choose this one?

You searched his face, and he looked back at you, his eyes not leaving yours as he continued to sing, his voice gaining strength.

You know that I can't

Show you me

Give you me

I can’t show you a run-down part of myself

I wear a mask again and go to see you

But I still want you

Yoongi’s grip on your hand tightened. You could feel him watching you, gauging your response, but Jungkook had your gaze locked on him as he repeated his last line.

But I still want you

I still want you

His beautiful voice faded out and he took a breath, but your breath was caught in your throat. Hoseok led another round of applause and the boys’ usual friendly banter resumed, their noisy praises for Jungkook pulling you out of what felt like a trance. You finally looked away from him as he turned a shy smile on his adoring hyungs.

You dared to glance at Yoongi. Anyone who didn’t know him very well would conclude from his expression (or lack thereof) that he was completely unbothered. But you knew better. You could tell just from the set of his jaw that he was as affected as you were. He said nothing though, only reached for his drink, swirling the alcohol once around the glass before finishing it in a single swig.

You reached again for your own glass and pressed it to your lips. Something told you that you too might want to finish your drink after all.

—

“You look beautiful tonight, noona.” Jungkook exhaled, his breath ghosting across the back of your neck, sending shivers across your exposed skin.

You turned around to face him, your eyes catching sight of Yoongi over his shoulder, across the room. At the moment, he seemed deep in conversation with Namjoon.

“We talked about this, JK.” You whispered reprovingly. “You said you’d try to move on. We agreed we’re just friends.”

“I’m sorry, noona.” He sighed, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. But the small smirk curling the corner of his lips made him look anything but sorry.

“You promised, Jungkook.” You reminded him. And yourself. Your mouth was saying all the right things, but your body was feeling all the wrong things.

His smirk deepened, his eyes traveling appreciatively down your figure.

“I’m sorry, noona,” He said again, “But you should have worn a different dress if you didn’t want me to look at you like more than a friend.”

He was right, and you knew it. You had convinced yourself that you wore your sexiest little black dress tonight - the one with the open back that put your new tattoo on full display - for your boyfriend, but secretly, you had wanted to see Jungkook’s reaction. He hadn’t disappointed you either; as soon as he caught sight of you walking in with Yoongi at the beginning of the evening, he immediately became Jungshook. It had given you a delicious thrill. And now, hearing him say out loud how good he thought you looked, with his doe-eyes alight, was just as exhilarating - if not more so.

But as you looked over his shoulder again and saw Yoongi, no longer with Namjoon but watching the two of you in the corner with a penetrating gaze, you knew you’d made a serious mistake.

“I think we’ve had too much to drink.” You told Jungkook. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk until we’ve sobered up.”

“I’m not drunk.” Jungkook frowned.

“Maybe not, but I should go before either of us says anything we’ll regret.” You told him, taking a step back. “Happy Birthday, Jungkook.” You added, almost as an afterthought, as you walked away, leaving him looking confused - and disappointed.

You crossed the room, making your way around the dinner table and over to Yoongi, taking deep breaths as you walked in an attempt to slow your heart rate.

“Hey babe, I think I’m going to head home.” You spoke as you drew near. “It’s getting late.”

Yoongi nodded as you picked up your coat and purse; he knew you had work in the morning.

You quickly said goodnight to the rest of the boys, thanking them for a great evening, then headed down the hallway with Yoongi, ordering a car on your phone as you walked. But as you reached the front door, he caught hold of your arm, gently stopping you. You looked up from your phone before confirming your ride.

“Can we talk for a minute before you go?” Yoongi asked, not unkindly.

You hesitated. You were fairly certain he wanted to know about the exchange you’d just been having with Jungkook, and you really didn’t feel like getting into it right now. You just wanted to kiss your boyfriend goodnight and go home to bed.

“Can we talk tomorrow?” You tried. “I’m just really tired.”

Yoongi looked down, shaking his head almost imperceptibly.

“I don’t think this should wait until tomorrow.”

Something about his demeanor set your nerves on edge. He was acting entirely too calm - even by his standards.

“What do you want to talk about?” You were reluctant to ask, sure you didn’t really want to know.

He lifted his face, his dark eyes void of any emotion as he looked to you.

His answer was a casual sigh, as though he weren’t about to irreparably shatter your entire world.

“I think we should take a break.” He said, with no more weight than if he were commenting on the weather, but his words hit you like a wrecking ball, knocking every last ounce of air from your lungs.

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Impermanence

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Social Media AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female); Yoongi x Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Author’s Note: You know, considering how much I hate having extended conversations over text in real life, it’s really quite ironic I’ve chosen to try this storytelling medium. 😄 Anyway, hope you enjoy this latest installment!

Part Six

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Genre: Angst/Fluff/Social Media AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female); Yoongi x Reader (Established Relationship)

Word Count: 0.93K (Story Portion)

Summary: You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Author’s Note: Another serving of angst for you! 😉

Part Seven

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket for what seemed like the 10th time in the last few hours, but your brain barely acknowledged it. You were a little preoccupied with your fingers knotted in Jungkook’s soft hair, your bodies molded together. His teeth grazed your bottom lip as he kissed you, his strong hands kneading your waist as he stole every breath you tried to take. The effect of it all made your blood rush, and left your cognition a little hazy.

You’d let your boss know you’d be working from home today as soon as you’d left the boys’ dorm last night, and after Jungkook went to rehearsal this morning, you’d made a valiant effort to put everything out of your mind and busy yourself with your project, your looming deadline not forgotten. Allowing your task to consume you muted your emotions somewhat, but the ache in your chest from losing Yoongi could not be completely ignored. Nor could Jungkook’s request to take you out tonight. So when he finally texted you after several drawn-out hours, you agreed to go with him, if only because he was sure to be a better distraction than your work.

Jungkook had picked you up a few hours ago, and taken you to an escape room. It was something you’d always wanted to try, so you decided to do your best to have fun. He was a bundle of energy, and as you fed off of him and worked together to solve the clues, you found yourself getting caught up in the game - and in your feelings for him.

You’d allowed him to touch you whenever he wanted, to put his arms around you, to hold your hand, to kiss you, and every time he did, you actively shut out the voice in the back of your mind saying, “This is wrong.”

That was how you’d ended up here after your date, pressed together just steps inside your front door, your mouths moving together as your sensibilities fled further from you.

This kiss was nothing like last night. Last night, Jungkook had restrained himself, only pressing his lips to yours to offer sweet, reassuring comfort. Now, he kissed you with all the pent-up, unbridled hunger he’d repressed since the day he accompanied you to get your tattoo.

As his tongue caressed yours, Jungkook’s hands slid down your hips, grasping behind your thighs and hoisting you up, wrapping your legs around him as he moved forward. You gasped when your back met the wall, his solid body pinning you there while his mouth continued to crash against yours. Your arms reflexively tightened around his neck, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your heart slammed against his chest.

Fuzzy as your mind was, you couldn’t help but think how Yoongi had never held you like this. For Jungkook, it was nothing. He was bigger and stronger than his hyung; he’d lifted you up like you were a doll. Everything with Jungkook felt different than with Yoongi, and not just physically. But you’d yet to determine if that was a good thing.

When Jungkook finally paused for air, your labored breaths mixing as he rested his forehead against yours, you grabbed at his t-shirt, tugging it up his back.

“Can I see your tattoo now?” You panted, clutching the thin fabric with both hands.

Jungkook’s nose scrunched, an amused smile breaking across his face.

“I’d rather see yours again,” He teased, his voice low.

“Oh, yeah?” You leaned your head back to look at him. His large eyes were wide and dark with lust.

“Yeah,” He agreed, his grip tightening on your thighs, “You have no idea how sexy it is to me, noona. It took everything I have to keep my hands off of you at dinner last night.”

Your heart, still pounding against your ribs, skipped a beat.

But you shook your head.

“No,” You told him, “You first. Fair is fair. Let me see.”

Jungkook’s smirk faded, but he didn’t argue. With a sigh, he unhooked your legs from around his waist and lowered you back down the wall. When you were stably on your feet, he took a deep breath and grasped the hem of his shirt, lifting it up over his head. Then somewhat meekly, he stood before you, awaiting your appraisal.

It was not the first time you’d glimpsed beneath his shirt; you’d seen his live performance of “Fake Love” on more than one occasion, after all, though you’d never been so close to his exposed body. But as much as you wanted to run your eyes - and your hands - over every sculpted muscle, your gaze went directly to his sides.

His untouched, perfectly bare sides.

You reached for him in confusion, lifting his arms to better examine his ribcage. You even twisted his torso, searching for any trace of ink, but you found none. The only tattoos you could see were the ones on his hand and arm that you were already familiar with.

“You said you have a tattoo on your side...” You looked up at him, finding a conflicted expression on his face.

Your chest grew tight as realization dawned on you.

“You lied to me.” You whispered, and the guilt in Jungkook’s eyes told you he couldn’t deny it.

A wave of sickness roiled in your stomach as the truth slowly unfolded before you.

This... all of this... your first kiss, your growing attraction, Yoongi breaking up with you, everything...

It was all because...

Jungkook had lied.

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Genre: Angst/Fluff/SMAU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female); Yoongi x Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Author’s Note: Whew! This one got kinda long, sorry. There was just a lot for everyone to say! Anyway, I’m thinking there’s going to be just one more part after this, then maybe an epilogue. Hope you enjoy!

Part Eight

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Genre: Angst/Fluff/SMAU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female); Yoongi x Reader (Established Relationship)

Word Count: 1.57K

Summary: You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Author’s Note: So, this is the finale - ah! All that’s left is an epilogue. I’ve worked really hard on this part, so I truly hope you enjoy it!

Part Nine

The sloshing of ice as you nervously swirled the straw around in your cup was the loudest sound in Yoongi’s studio. His iced Americano sat on his desk behind him, untouched and accumulating condensation. You’d brought him coffee from his favorite café as a show of good will, but the gesture had done little to ease the tension in the room.

Yoongi shifted uncomfortably in his office chair, clearing his throat, and you stiffened your back, ceasing your fidgeting. You sat across from him, perched on the edge of his sofa, anxiously waiting for him to say something. Anything.

Though you were still unsure and dreading what you were going to hear.

“So…” He finally spoke, and your breath caught at the sound, “How’d your big project turn out?”

You exhaled abruptly. The sound that came from you was almost a laugh.

He would remember to ask you about your project. The way this man cared about things that were important to you, even when he was unhappy with you… was one of the countless things you loved about him.

“The client had no complaints so, okay, I guess.” You replied, and Yoongi nodded thoughtfully.

“Good. I’m glad.”

Though his expression remained indifferent, you knew he was being sincere, and you couldn’t hold back another disbelieving scoff.

“What?” He asked, his brow furrowing.

“I’m just surprised you remembered. And that you care.” You sat your coffee on the floor by your feet, and when you looked up again, Yoongi met your gaze, his eyes searching your face.

“I didn’t just stop caring about you.” He frowned, but his admission only made your thoughts more tangled.

You studied him carefully in return. It had only been a week, but it felt like months since you’d seen his face. And right now, he looked so casually, effortlessly handsome, that it hurt.

“You know what I’ve done, don’t you?” You asked him, trying to figure him out. “You know I ran straight into Jungkook’s arms, right?”

Yoongi gave a tired nod, and you looked away. You felt facing him would make it too difficult to say the things you needed to say.

“I know that’s why you broke up with me, because you thought that’s what I’d do…” You persisted, looking down at your hands knotting in your lap, “And that’s exactly what I did. So I guess I just expected you to hate me.”

Your voice almost broke on the word “hate.”

You heard Yoongi lean forward in his chair, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“I don’t hate you.” He said softly, but you just shook your head, unconvinced.

Yoongi rolled his chair a little bit closer.

“I know this may be hard to believe… but I didn’t break up with you because I hate you. I decided we should take a break because I love and respect you. And I still do.”

Your head instinctively lifted at that, your gaze going wide.

“You broke up with me because you love me?” The words just didn’t make sense.

Yoongi’s chin jutted forward in confirmation. He leaned back, his hands resting on the arms of his chair.

“I could tell you were attracted to Jungkook, and I knew he felt the same way about you.” He explained stoically. “As much as I want you all to myself, I didn’t want to force you to choose me. I thought the best thing to do was to take a step back, to allow you the freedom to explore your feelings and come to your own decision.”

Your heart threw itself against your ribs, countless emotions rising like a flood within you.

“But I’d already made my decision!” You cried, a silent sob in your throat, “There was nothing to decide!”

Yoongi flinched almost imperceptivity, and you wiped at the hot tears welling in your eyes. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and continued, trying your hardest to stay calm.

“I may have felt attracted to Jungkook, but being with him was never even a choice. I never wanted to break up or explore anything, Yoongi, you have to know that. You have to know it’s always been you for me.” You assured him, finally looking him in the eyes. “There’s no room in my heart for anyone but you.”

He blinked several times, casting his eyes down.

“I know that now.” Yoongi muttered toward his lap.

Then with a sniff, he pushed off of his chair to stand, closing the distance between you in a few short strides. He sat beside you on the small couch, his knees brushing yours, and you pulled in a shaky breath. The scent of his skin, the warmth of his body so close were things you had desperately missed.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I know I messed up, I’ve messed up everything so bad…” You told him in a rush, swiping your hair back from your face, “I know I should never have turned to Jungkook and I’m so sorry… but when you said let’s take a break… I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted a distraction from the pain.”

You paused to gather yourself, but your tears could no longer be restrained; they spilled over, and you could feel the wet tracks running down your face. Yoongi waited patiently beside you.

“I was shattered,” You admitted, your voice wavering more as you spoke, “I thought you and I were, that we were… something permanent. I thought that nothing could break us. Because you promised me, Yoongi. You promised me everything was okay.”

A gasping sob escaped you as you finished speaking, and Yoongi’s impassive mask finally cracked, his features clearly displaying his pain.

“Shhh,” Yoongi hushed, lifting his hands to your face, “It is, angel. Everything’s okay.”

His long fingers cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away your tears, and the feel of his touch made you physically ache. Ashamed and embarrassed, you wanted to avoid his gaze, but the way he held you made it difficult to look anywhere but into the depths of his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry I put you through this,” His voice was soft and low now, his words rumbling like a purr, “I should have believed you. I should have held on tighter instead of letting go.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead gently on yours, and your hands intuitively clutched the back of his neck. The air between you mixed together as you both breathed.

You inhaled deeply, your crying beginning to subside.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, caressing the hair at the back of his head, “I’m so sorry, Yoongi. I can’t tell you enough.”

“I know, angel, I know,” He murmured back, “I’m sorry, too.”

Then he leaned back, giving a heavy sigh, and you sniffled. His fingers slipped from your face and landed in your lap, his hands cupping yours on top of your thighs.

“You know,” He said, his thumbs kneading the back of your hands, “I convinced myself I was being noble, but the truth is… I was scared.”

“Scared?” You asked, your eyebrows knitting together. “Why?”

He took a moment to answer, carefully trying to articulate his feelings.

“I was afraid you were only staying with me out of a sense of obligation. I was afraid… I no longer made you happy.”

Determination flared within you, burning away the last of your tears.

“Min Yoongi,” You looked him dead in the eyes, “Nothing could be further from the truth.”

The ghost of a smirk flickered across his face.

“I realize that, but it’s nice to hear.”

You gave him a small nod, then chewed your lip.

“So… what now?” You meekly asked him, not quite daring to hope. “Where do we go from here?”

Yoongi puffed his cheeks, giving it a moment’s careful consideration.

“We’re leaving in a few days,” He said, referring to the group, “To North America, for a publicity tour. We’ll be gone for a couple of weeks.”

A knot formed in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t bear the thought of spending even another second away from him, but Yoongi continued speaking, seemingly unaware of your distress.

“Maybe when we get back,” He looked to you expectantly, “You and I could finish watching our series, and see where things go from there?”

The smile that slowly spread across your face could not fully express your elation as relief kindled within you. His proposal was more than you had ever hoped for, and far more than you deserved.

“That is,” Yoongi fully smirked, “Unless you’ve been watching without me.”

You shoved his shoulder playfully, and his face lit up with the gummy smile that recently you’d seen only in your dreams. Naturally, he leaned into you, one hand finding place behind your neck. With a gentle pull, he brought you to him and, still smiling, he pressed his warm lips firmly against your cheek.

“God, I missed you.” Yoongi breathed across your skin, the tip of his nose tickling your jaw as he nuzzled your face.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers closing around his wrist, and you held his hand to your neck.

“I missed you, too.” You sighed, unimaginably content, and for a moment, you let all your cares melt away. Though your future together remained unwritten, in that moment you and Yoongi were exactly where you planned to stay.

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I’m planning to post the epilogue tomorrow!

Impermanence

GIF by skzbangchanie

Genre: Angst/Fluff/SMAU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female); Yoongi x Reader (Established Relationship)

Word Count: 1.57K

Summary: You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Author’s Note: So, this is the finale - ah! All that’s left is an epilogue. I’ve worked really hard on this part, so I truly hope you enjoy it!

Part Nine

The sloshing of ice as you nervously swirled the straw around in your cup was the loudest sound in Yoongi’s studio. His iced Americano sat on his desk behind him, untouched and accumulating condensation. You’d brought him coffee from his favorite café as a show of good will, but the gesture had done little to ease the tension in the room.

Yoongi shifted uncomfortably in his office chair, clearing his throat, and you stiffened your back, ceasing your fidgeting. You sat across from him, perched on the edge of his sofa, anxiously waiting for him to say something. Anything.

Though you were still unsure and dreading what you were going to hear.

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Impermanence

Genre: Angst/Fluff/SMAU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female); Yoongi x Reader (Established Relationship)

Word Count: 1K

Summary: You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Author’s Note: And... It is finished. My first multi-part fic is done! I hope this epilogue provides you with a satisfying end. Major thanks to all you lovely people who took this ride with me! 💕

Part Ten - Epilogue

Your mouth hung open as you stared unblinking at the television, your eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“What is even happening right now? I’m so lost…”

You pointed to the actress on the screen, looking to Yoongi for an explanation.

“Wait, didn’t she die? And why does she look so different?”

He just chuckled at your expression.

“Seriously, how do I not remember any of this?” You asked him. “Are you sure this is where we left off? Maybe we need to go back an episode.”

Yoongi shook his head, still smiling.

“No, I’m sure. But you probably don’t remember because last time we watched it you were too busy trying to get me to kiss you.”

At his words, the memory flashed through your mind, and you felt a pang in your gut.

“Ah… right.” You looked down, remembering the feel of Yoongi’s lips on yours, the feel of his hands on your skin. His touch was something you hadn’t experienced in weeks.

Though you spoke regularly while he was away and most things were now back to normal between you, the physical intimacy you used to share had yet to be reestablished. Agreeing to “see where things go” left a lot of grey area, and you weren’t exactly sure how to navigate this particular aspect of repairing your relationship.

When Yoongi arrived at your apartment earlier tonight, you’d wanted to embrace him, to throw your arms around him and kiss him all over his face, but you’d held back. When he sat down on the couch, you’d wanted to snuggle up right next to him, but you chose the seat at the other end instead. You wanted so badly to touch him, but out of respect for his boundaries (and, admittedly, out of fear of rejection), you tried your best to be patient, and let him set the pace.

But you’d missed him so much, it was hard to wait.

Noticing your distraction, Yoongi reached for the remote to pause the show. Pushing the button and setting the controller back down, he scooted across the couch to sit on the cushion beside you. His voice was low when he spoke.

“I can start the episode over if you think that would help,” He said, gazing up at you with an unreadable expression, “Or…” His hand rested on your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the fabric of your jeans, “I could just kiss you before we give the show another try.”

You inhaled sharply, looking Yoongi in the eyes. He searched your face for permission, lifting his fingers to sweep a strand of hair from your face. You nodded slightly, and he licked his lips.

Slowly, Yoongi leaned in, and your eyes fluttered closed as his nose brushed your cheek. You felt him press a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, and a quiet gasp escaped your lips. Then both of his hands lifted your chin, and you found your mouth flush with his.

Yoongi kissed you gently, his lips soft and still, his fingers light on your face. It was not a passionate kiss. There was no hunger or lust.

But as always, your heart responded.

Here, it said. Here is where you’re supposed to be.

“I’ve been wanting to do this,” Yoongi murmured, pulling away only far enough to breathe against your lips, “For a while now.”

You silently agreed, your pulse pounding loud enough to hear.

“I know I said we’d see where things go,” Yoongi continued breathlessly, “But jagi... I can already see. This is where I want to be.”

He leaned back, his dark eyes captivating your gaze.

“Jagi… I love you.” His words were spoken through a pout. “You’re everything to me.”

With a swell of emotion, you pressed another kiss to his full lips, and felt a tear trickle down your cheek.

“I love you, too,” You exhaled, both of your hands grasping his wrists, “Even though I don’t deserve you, you are everything to me. You are the most caring, most loving, most forgiving, most selfless man that I know.”

Yoongi wiped the tear from beneath your eye.

“You know that’s why I love you, yeah?” He asked, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“Why’s that?”

“You see the best in me. You know I’m not perfect, you’ve seen me at my worst, on my darkest days. You know all my flaws and imperfections, and you never hold them against me. You accept me, for all that I am, and see the man I try so hard to be.”

Overcome, you wrapped your arms around Yoongi, and he buried his face in your shoulder.

“This is going to sound cliché,” You said by his ear, “But you are perfect, to me.”

He laughed softly, his hands moving smoothly down your back. When he reached your waist, he slid them up again, his fingers gliding under your shirt and across your skin. You shivered, a shot of adrenaline surging through your veins as his breath danced across your neck.

Then Yoongi sat back, pushing up the hem of your shirt just enough to see your tattoo.

“I don’t think I ever properly told you,” He touched the black lines reverently, “But I really do love your tattoo.”

You smiled slowly at Yoongi, your love for him brimming like the happy tears in your eyes.

“Can you just promise me one thing, though?”

You nodded, “Anything.”

“If you ever decide to get another tattoo, will you take me with you?”

You laughed, moving in to kiss his pout, and Yoongi grinned against your lips.

Settling your head against his chest, he combed his fingers through your hair and you felt his heart beating as hard as your own. He pulled you closer, snuggling into you, and as he kissed the top of your head, you felt so incredibly secure knowing that your separation had finally come to an end. There was no longer any degree of impermanence. Yours was a love that was going to last... longer than the permanent ink in your skin.

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Impermanence

Genre: Angst/Fluff/SMAU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female); Yoongi x Reader (Established Relationship)

Word Count: 1K

Summary: You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

Author’s Note: And… It is finished. My first multi-part fic is done! I hope this epilogue provides you with a satisfying end. Major thanks to all you lovely people who took this ride with me! 💕

Part Ten - Epilogue

Your mouth hung open as you stared unblinking at the television, your eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“What is even happening right now? I’m so lost…”

You pointed to the actress on the screen, looking to Yoongi for an explanation.

“Wait, didn’t she die? And why does she look so different?”

He just chuckled at your expression.

“Seriously, how do I not remember any of this?” You asked him. “Are you sure this is where we left off? Maybe we need to go back an episode.”

Yoongi shook his head, still smiling.

“No, I’m sure. But you probably don’t remember because last time we watched it you were too busy trying to get me to kiss you.”

At his words, the memory flashed through your mind, and you felt a pang in your gut.

“Ah… right.” You looked down, remembering the feel of Yoongi’s lips on yours, the feel of his hands on your skin. His touch was something you hadn’t experienced in weeks.

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Impermanence

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Social Media AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female); Yoongi x Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten - Epilogue