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fighting heart | jeon jungkook au

summary: never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

warnings: 15k words. smut. angst. boxer!jk x curvy,f!reader. violence [fight scenes]. mentions of blöod. rich y/n. degradation of y/n [a few times] but not by jk. mentions of wounds. y/n got some mommy milkers lowkey. big hips that jk likes t—. unprotected. fingering. handjob. missionary. sweet. y/n is whipped but Jk is whippeder. jin is kinda sketchy kinda not. tw: harmful language, physical violence, anatomical injuries. illegal fight club. gambling.

No where he went could he find silence. Rattling cages, loud chants and even bottles breaking. The room he was currently in was poorly lit. And he could barely see the damage that has been done. The room was in hues of green with dirty white tile showers and sinks with rust on them. The ground was covered in stains of old blood that didn’t wash away from the polished cement. Hanging above his head were fluorescent making hissing noises like the glass would soon burst into flames and shatter across the floor. They were flickering too, he could see them clearly through the dirty mirror he was staring at himself through.

He was a mess himself and he had no clue where to start. His hair was drenched in sweaty locks sticking to his face in strange whimsical lines. There was blood dripping down over his brow piercing somewhere on his hair line but he couldn’t see it clearly yet. There was a large red mark on his rib cages but other than those couple injuries he considered himself pretty clean.

The water pressure from the faucet was poor and when he first turned it on the water had a brown tint to it. He let it run over his wet rag squeezing out the excess before cleaning the blood and sweat off his face. He leaned forward and splashed water onto his face and rubbed some into his hair to at least rinse his sweaty hair a little bit. From behind him he could hear the swinging doors part ways as someone walked in with a huge grin on their face. He waved a stack of papers in his hand smacking it against the palm of his other hand, business suit and shoes sticking out from this room like a sore thumb. His hair was slipped back in a nice style and he looked better than Jungkook did at the moment.

“You killed it out there,” Kim Seokjin said as he leaned against the counter on the wall, staring at Jungkook’s back and the red mark on his side, “He got a few hits in it seems.” As he said that he moved to stand again walking over to the ice machine next to the broken paper towel dispenser. He took the big ziploc bags off the machine and began putting ice into one of the bags. He took plastic wrap with him as he walked over to Jungkook and motioned for the guy to lift his arm.

“Don’t worry kid, your cut is good today,” Jin said, pressing the ice bag to Jungkook’s injured side before bringing the wrap over it and pulling it around his torso to hold the bag down. Jungkook just looked at the drop of blood still leaking from the cut on his forehead making him reach out for his rag again. The sink had a new stain of blood on it from where his rag had been running under the water. He looked at Jin through the mirror, “How much?”

Jin smiled, “Little more than a grand but I got a few more investors out there looking to see another fight. You’ll get there once you focus fully on training.”

“I’m not a fighter,” Jungkook grumbled as he turned quickly once Jin finished up. There was a small limp to his step as he walked to his gym bag looking for clothes to change into. Jin shook his head in disbelief, “Not a fighter? Then tell me what I just watched tonight.”

“I told you this already. I’m not interested in doing anything more than a couple fights here and there,” Jungkook said putting on a worn out, oversized gray t-shirt. Jin groaned in frustration, “I don’t get why you’re so against it. You can make much more money if we go big. You’ll be rich you know? I can already see your fights on pay-per-view. Just think about the money, that’s why you’re doing this aren’t you? Think about your family.”

“I am thinking about my family, that’s why I’m saying no,” Jungkook told him, changing into some black sweats and throwing a hoodie on. The bag of ice was slowly melting but at this point he didn’t care about how ridiculous he looked, “They’d kill me if they knew I was fighting again, I’m sorry man, but no.”

He took his cut of the money from Jin, slipping his hood over his head and hoisting his gym bag on his shoulder, “Call me.”

His leg ached making his entire walk out of the underground club to his car all the more slow. His car lights blinked as it unlocked and he chucked his bag in the backseat finally getting in and starting the engine. Jungkook’s neighborhood was far from being nice but it’s location close to busy streets made night life more active. He got to his apartment shortly after, sirens going off just outside his window where he could see flashing lights and the tops of old buildings.

Despite how late it was, and his need to be alone he couldn’t have that. Not when his phone began ringing. He winced, reaching into his pocket and taking it out. Once he saw the caller ID he debated ignoring it. Now isn’t the time for it when he’s got a pretty girl in his bed telling him you don’t want to go home. But he answered anyway, “Hello?”

“Hi honey, I know it’s late but um,” his mother stuttered, he could practically picture her fidgeting, “We’re behind on rent again. I wouldn’t be coming to you if I didn’t need to.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, it was the same thing over and over every single time. He was in his bathroom now, pressing his phone to his ear, “When is it due?”

“Well it was due a couple days ago—“ “And what happened to what I sent you the other day?” Jungkook asked.

“Your father needed it for a, well, uh, I can’t remember but you’re my son, you’re more reliable than anyone else,” his mother said, making him roll his eyes. “So why’d you wait till now to tell me? Should I call your landlord and see how long it’s been overdue?”

“Yah, don’t be like that,” his mother begged, “You’re supposed to help your parents. That’s why you moved wasn’t it? Why are you even up so late? What have you been doing? Who were you with? Were you fighti—“

“I’m hanging up. I’ll send the money in the morning,” with a tired sigh he ended the call wincing once more when he reached up for the handle to his medicine cabinet.

His small rectangular window was his only source of light in the bathroom as he rummaged through his medicine cabinet but his first aid kit was empty. With a tired grunt he closed it back up and left looking around for his things pulling the melted ice bag away that was now just a puddle of water. He grabbed his wallet and keys before leaving his apartment once more, this time by foot.

After a five minute walk he found himself in front of a familiar convenience store and he went in, immediately going to the medical section. He probably shouldn’t be walking around with so much money on him but it was too late to worry about that.

“Oh my god hurry up, I’m literally scared for my life,” A girl squealed a couple aisles down and Jungkook tried to ignore her, “We should’ve just gotten it delivered.”

“And if they didn’t have what I wanted?” Another voice piped in, slightly more bearable than the previous one but with the same tone, “Besides everyone can hear you, y’know?” As if he’d been the one spoken to he looked up from under his hood, eyes softening for a fraction of a second as they met your stare. He was the first to look away once he caught his reflection on the fridge doors behind you filled with alcohol. There was a line of red down his forehead again and it made him duck down under the aisle top and look for what he needed.

“I don’t care who hears me, just get a bottle and let’s go. Jimin’s waiting,” The high pitched voice spoke again and Jungkook found a box of wound closure band-aids, pain killers, and icy/hot patches. You rolled your eyes at her looking over to the guy in the hoodie again, there was a red stain on his forehead that you noticed right away. A little after Jungkook found himself standing behind you in line. He didn’t expect to find such a sight in front of him. You were in a hot pink mini skirt and a white blouse that matched your heels. Your legs weren’t super long but your thighs were wider and so were your hips. It made the fabric of your skirt hug your curves in the best way possible.

You and your friend finished up with the cashier and he found himself twisting a lock of hair over the bleeding cut on his forehead to hide it. He could feel your eyes follow him for a moment as you left at that and he moved forward to the counter.

That night he healed his wounds in his studio apartment under the moonlight while you got in the back of a Porsche for a night drinking.

There was a stiffness in the air, like all the poise and class was just an act that was hard to maintain. At least that’s what Jungkook thought because as he looked around not a single person seemed to be what they tried so hard to appear. Now, he’ll admit he’s probably the most out of place here but that didn’t mean he couldn’t notice things. For instance, his partner wore an expensive suit with a shiny Rolex that demanded the attention of everyone in the room. Yet he still seemed gentle, far from intimidating which is what he’s so poorly tried to portray. A hand landed on his shoulder blade giving him a little shake as the man spoke, “Lighten up Jungkook, this is for you. You made me good money last week. Think of this as a sign of my appreciation.”

“Is that what this is?” Jungkook asked looking around the lounge room with expensive alcohol in crystal glasses and 100,000$ leather seats. He started to fix the cuff of his black button-up as he looked around some more. The men in here were either his age or way older, all in designer suits and watches. All the women were young, beautiful, lavished.

Just like the one who crossed his line of sight in a black, shimmery dress that was barely around mid-thigh. A silver, diamond charm bracelet on the wrist that matched every piece of jewelry on your body—from what he can see. You were far across from him, somewhere off with a group he couldn’t see well and the dim light applying a glow to you in particular. And yet he recognized you right away as the person from the store last night.

“I’ve treated you to dinner, I figured I might as well treat you to drinks too,” Seokjin said looking up from his phone just as Jungkook’s eyes snapped back to him, no longer focusing on the stranger. He released a sigh, “Alright, I want to talk about business. There’s another match this weekend. Two fights and a couple grand in your pocket. It’s short notice and you need time to recover but I was hoping to convince you.”

“Against who?” Jungkook asked tipping his glass of scotch back before placing it down on the small glass table between them two. Jin gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, “Some new kid and Park Seungmin. What do you say? Do I get it set?”

“Ask me again after a few drinks,” Jungkook said. Music played behind them but not nearly as loud as a regular night club’s and there was a faint smell of cigar. He hardly paid attention to whatever other small talk the two of them made, he was too tired to say anything on his own. He hadn’t even wanted to come out with Jin at first. It’s not that he didn’t like the guy. He did. The problem was that he could not understand why Jin would want to be a part of the kind of life Jungkook has involved himself in. Kim Seokjin came from money, the good kind of money.

It meant he’s never had to worry about food in his stomach or if the electricity would be cut off. He’s never lied about christmas presents he never recieved or about not having lunch money. He’s grown in gated communities and trips abroad for the holidays. There’s no reason for him to be making dirty money just because he could. Jungkook didn’t hate him, he just couldn’t never fully trust that Jin had his best interest in mind. All he knows is that he’s the only one Jungkook can go to at the moment and he’s going to see how far he can get. The downside was that Jin wanted him to go the professional route. He wants to mentor him and get him in more official rings that could be broadcasted. His boxing was good, Jin saw potential so he badgered Jungkook about it nonstop. He didn’t listen though, he was fine fixing cars and had no intention in being a professional fighter.

If he had paid more attention to Seokjin instead of the marks on his hands he might have noticed the way Jin casually looked around the lounge room. He seemed stuck on someone behind him, brows furrowed together in concentration before his eyes relaxed momentarily. He looked back to Jungkook, “I’ll be right back. I think I see someone I know.”

Jungkook didn’t bother responding, merely waving him off as he looked down at his phone. The money he just earned from his last match was enough to send to his parents but he still needs more for rent and utilities. His job won’t pay him till the day after rent is due and he can’t ask for another extension. If he wants to cover the rest he’ll have to do the fights Jin asked of him. He’s still a little sore from the last fight but if he tries to get back on training he should be fine.

“Look at all the space we have, just take a seat,” Jin said finally making Jungkook look up as three people were filing into the booth. He noticed right away when you were making your way into the rounded booth pretty much inching closer to him. He’ll admit, up close you’re even more beautiful than he thought when he looked at you from afar. Now he can see your features better than he had at the store. What are the chances that he ran into a random stranger twice? And one he thought about on his walk home from the store as a short distraction?

You didn’t shy away from looking him over as you finally sat down just a few inches away from him. Jin flashed him a smile, “Jungkook these are some friends of mine. This is Taehyung, Jia and Y/n. Everyone meet Jungkook.”

Jin didn’t give much time for introductions when he waved over a server and ordered more drinks for the table. Jungkook took his chance to get a look at you again and for the first time that night, your eyes met his. He was the first to crack even the smallest hint of a smile. You had a pretty face, your cheeks slightly rounded but your eyes were what drew him in. He likes the curve of your waist and the way your thighs look soft to the touch. Your dress had been a little higher from the back than the front and he understood why. You were so physically attractive to him. You had wider hips and a slight tummy pouch. The top of your dress was easily filled out by your chest which spilled slightly from the top. Your collarbone still seemed to protrude and a diamond necklace with your name engraved rested prettily on it. Y/n, he remembers the girl next to you saying it the other night.

“So what are you guys doing here? Don’t you have better places to drink at on a Saturday?” Jin asked once drinks came and Jungkook looked over to where the conversation was. Taehyung gave a shrug of his shoulders looking to his two friends, “Just wanted to get a few good drinks in before going out. Are you two free? Want to come with?”

Jin shared a look with Jungkook, “Yeah? Let some stress out.” He wasn’t sure though, he’s already over exerted himself being out with Jin but at the same time now that it’s been brought up he wouldn’t mind. There was a shift on his side and suddenly you were leaning forward to look at his face.

“I agree, if you’re stressed then maybe you should come have drinks with us,” you said with a bright smile. That convinced him way too easily and before he knew it, he was leaving with the rest of you to a club. He stood behind you in line and when you were all inside he was at the bar right there with you.

“You look familiar,” you said bluntly turning away from the bar counter to look at him while your drinks were made. It caught him off guard at first before saying, “You do too.” Your smile was softer now but just as pretty and you batted your lashes, “I know where I’ve seen you.”

“Where?” Jungkook wanted to see if you actually did recognize him or if he just looked familiar to someone else you’ve seen. You pointed a finger at him, “The store. You were dressed all emo and stuff.”

“I was just wearing dark colors,” What you said made him smile a little before adding in, “But yes, I recognize you too. You were wearing pink.”

“Oh you even remember what i had been wearing? Was it because you liked it or because you liked me?”

“Can I say both?” Jungkook said with a lighter tone now. He found you attractive, alluring even, despite your snobbish tone. Your eyes narrowed in interest and you let your eyes travel from the faded scar on his forehead to the belt holding his jeans up. He was attractive in a way you couldn’t explain. An absolutely beautiful intimidating man.“I thought I knew all of Jinnie’s friends, how come I don’t know you?” You asked taking your drinks from the bartender.

He gave a small shrug, “I wouldn’t say we’re close, more like acquaintances. How do you know him?”

“Family friends.” “All of you?” You gave a nod of your head taking a sip from your drink just as he did. You looked down at the hand he had on the bar too. It was covered in ink and rings on his pretty fingers but the more you looked the more you saw. It included red knuckles with faded purple and brown marks like bruises. Jungkook noticed right away where your attention had drifted and he opted for moving his hand off and keeping it to his side.

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked suddenly trying to draw attention away from his hand and also speak some truth at the moment, “I think you’re beautiful.”

So he found himself closer to you later on in the night. His hand had even made itself to your hips as you sat on the stool scooted close to his. The two of you had completely forgotten about the group you were supposed to be with but they didn’t even attempt to intervene. If anyone seemed hesitant it was only Taehyung and Jin just brushed his worries away. He knew you well and you liked the fun, he knew Jungkook needed some fun even if it’s just for one night.

Later on in the night the two of you disappeared into a cab. He was more hesitant than you were to initiate any sort of intimate contact. Even inside the club he only had an arm around you and when he offered to take you home he was only hoping to spend a little more time with you before asking for your number. He didn’t expect for you to be on him in the back of the cab. Your lips were on his and he was kissing back eagerly, uncaring for the way the cab driver looked back at you.

“Just one address or two?” The driver asked as you pressed a kiss against Jungkook’s jaw leaving him breathless. His hand was on your curved back keeping you close as he barely had a chance to look over to the driver. You beat him to it when you pulled away for a quick second to mutter, “One address,” and went back to kissing him. He wasn’t complaining, he hasn’t done this in a while.

With work and all the matches he’s been in on top of training, he doesn’t have much time to go out and meet people who weren’t drunk placing bets on him. Even the women at the fights were drunk, a little more sleazy, not as clean and definitely didn’t have skin as soft as yours. His other hand found it’s way to your thigh, fingernails digging into the plump skin and he wanted to do more than just touch with his hands.

Jungkook’s not sure how it happened but they ended up at his place instead of yours, maybe because it was closer to the club or maybe because he gave it to the man first. Either way it was too late to argue about it when you were already urging him to get out. He quickly paid for the cab and was helping you, kissing you one last time as the cab drove off. He smiled sweetly, “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Okay with what?” You asked wrapping your arms around his mid section leaning into him when his arms went around your waist. He cleared his throat looking down at you slightly more concerned now, “With this, with me…”

You smiled, “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” You’re not even asking questions. Not about his bruises or cuts or red knuckles, “Besides, I like you so are you going to take me upstairs or am I just gonna stay out here.” Jungkook took your hand now dragging you behind him inside his building trying not to get your expression. He didn’t want to see how you’d feel about his clearly run down apartment. Even this late at night there were a few tenants just sitting around on the stairs. He moved you in front of him staying close behind you to avoid you being stared at by some creep from the back. Once you were in his dark apartment it was immediate.

You didn’t even look around the place, letting him lead you to creaky twin sized bed he called his own and kissed him roughly, hands pulling at his shirt immediately as he made himself comfortable sitting next to you. You were on your knees looking taller than him deepening the kiss with your tongue now and he was gladly kissing back just as hard. His hands found their way to your legs, squeezing once again at your meaty thighs that pressed against each other with no gap between. The fullness of your figure was so damn tempting and it had his fingers inching under your short dress.

When you didn’t seem to object to his touch he went ahead and let his hands circle around your hips to the back where he could feel a very small pair of panties covering very little. Like your thighs, your butt was squishy making his fingers sink into it as he felt you up and it had him groaning into your mouth in want. His mouth trailed down your jaw, sucking gently against your neck as his hands continued feeling you up, your dress already up and around your wide hips as he played with your underwear. A finger slipped under it holding it out as he let his hand feel underneath.

A breath caught in Jungkook’s throat when your hand was pressing against his thigh now, long nail barely grazing his leg moving closer and closer to his growing member. You seemed just as impatient as he did and it made him wonder how long it’s been for you too. He doubts it’s been as long as him. You took him by surprise when you started unbuttoning his jeans with one hand and with ease and he was helping you move them out of your way. Following your lead when your hand began to palm him over his briefs, he did the same.

You moaned softly into his mouth as his hand pressed against your slicked heat from behind with his arm around your waist pressing you into his side. His head was aligned with your heavy chest and when he leaned it against the silky fabric, he could feel the softness of your breasts. His free hand couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and feeling you better. You wore a thin, flimsy bralette that hadn’t even been enough to conceal your nipples throughout the night but it made it easier for him to feel you better. The weight of your breasts was heavy in his hand, flesh spilling between his large fingers and you were so damn soft, everywhere. It made him want to sink into you, press his face between them and just feel your warmth.

Your breath hitches as he circles your clit, sending small shocks throughout your body. He moved your underwear out of the way, revealing your perfect cunt to his fingers with no barrier. Just as your hand snuck under his briefs, his middle finger was running between your folds, slowly letting more into your tight snatch. Even down between your legs were you soft, just as plump and warm. Your hand held his cock now, almost fully hard and with a gentle stroke you felt him hardening even more. Finally his long finger sinks in just as the strap of your dress slipped off your shoulders exposing more of your breasts to him. Without thinking he tugged your bra down making your tits bulge out from on top even more, “You’re so damn beautiful.”

He was being honest as he kissed the plump flesh feeling it bounce along his tongue and he just wanted to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. You didn’t answer verbally but he could physically feel the light squeeze of his cock on an upstroke and he was groaning around your nipple. His face was still rubbing against your breasts as his middle finger pumped in and out of your wet cunt lathering it in more slick and he took the chance to sink another finger in. You gasp, your tits bouncing against his face and he let them rub over his face while simultaneously hitting that spongy pleasure spot in your tight walls, stroking it everytime his fingers sank back in. You were still on your knees on his bed and he was still holding you against his side as you jerked off his cock but he wanted more.

Fingers still inside your pussy, he began to stand not moving your hand off his dick as he lightly pushed you back to lie down. His hand left your folds from behind and slipped it between your thighs again from the front. His pace quickens, and he uses his weight to hold you down, twirling your thick buds with his tongue. You breathed heavily feeling the twitch of his member when your thumb ran over the slit in his tip over and over again.

Without thinking, and probably too rough, his hands were leaving your breasts and pussy to pull at the fabric of your dress. It’s been teasing him all night and he needed it gone, so that’s what he did. The fabric was no match for the rough yank he did on it making it tear open and he was harsh with the way he yanked it off your body groaning at the sight.

He stood taking his jeans and shirt off as you undid your bra kicking it off exposing large breasts to his hungry eyes. His hands run down your middle, the soft chub on your ribs and stomach sinking his finger in and he was staring down at you with awe, “You’re so beautiful.”

“You already said that, I want to know what you’ll do to show it to me,” you teased wiggling your hips when his hand went to pinch at them, squeezing and groaning at the feel. He could feel a bit of your hip bone but it was mostly covered in plumpness that made his mouth water. Your hips were good for squeezing and he wanted to take you. Suddenly, realization hit him like a truck.

“I—I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” you said already reaching between your bodies at his hard clock begging for attention, “As long as you’re clean and pull out.” He gave a brief nod of his head capturing your lips with his as you lined his dick up with your heat and did the honor of taking him. You moaned into each others mouth as he stopped at the ring of nerves that needed a bit more stretching. You were tight, he felt all the soft walls of your cunt squeeze his thick member as he sank in with a groan, squishing against you, breasts against his chest.

“Oh God,” you moaned against his lips at the first real thrust of his cock into your wet pussy and his hand was sliding down to grip your ass while the other was on your breasts. He squeezed both in time with a second thrust, still testing the waters before doing it again, quicker and rougher now.

His head rested against your neck, moaning your name softly, “So fucking beautiful, all of you, fuck Y/n.”

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled into your skin leaning down to take a fat tit into his mouth matching each lick of your nipple with a rough thrust. Suddenly he’s lifting himself up, hands leaving your sides to press against the bed on either side of your head. He looked down at your naked body licking his lips, slowly bringing his hips back before slamming into you with force that had your tits jiggling and his lips parted at the sight, doing it again so it could happen once more.

Jungkook lets out a long exhale as you continue to cry out his name making him work his lean hips, thrusting in and out of you with purpose.

“Jungkook,” you moaned, hands holding his sides as he fucks you, tight abdominal muscles flexing along with the veins leading to his dick all the way from his navel. The position only lasted a moment before he was laying his full weight on you again wanting to feel you pressed against him, body shaking along his.

“I’m so close,” you groaned when he gripped your ass, not being gentle in the way he squeezed, shaking it a bit and using it to fuck your pussy back into his cock, “Let me cum.”

“Fuck,” he slams himself into you feeling his entire body shudder but he was holding off, “Cum, fuck, cream my cock right now.”

“Oh God,” he groaned against your skin when you did just that, fingers curling as your release hit moaning beautifully into his ear and his body shook slightly. He was gentle but quick in the way he pulled out of you, your orgasm wavering as your slick leaked out of your folds. His cock was on your pubic bone now, spurts of creamy semen spilling onto you, covering you in his cum. His hand was on your knee for support but it was no use.

He was dead weight on top of you, but you don’t mind—you brush your fingers through his hair, giggling when you feel his soft lips kiss your breast, “You’re amazing.”

You felt his breathing begin to get uneven and you wrapped a leg around him continuing the brush of your fingers, caressing him since he seemed to need it. You held him in your arms as he clung to you. Now, you’ll admit, at this time you’d start getting your clothes again and find your things to leave. Maybe you would’ve already had a scheduled Uber but you weren’t doing any of that—and it wasn’t because he tore your dress in half. “You made me feel so good,” you whispered softly into his ear and it made him hum in appreciation, eyes shut slightly. He never realized how much tension he’d been holding onto without release until now that you held him.

You were naked and sticky, even sweaty, but that didn’t stop you two from snuggling after sex, his gentle lips leaving soft kisses along your neck tiredly as his eyes shut in relaxation. Like that, you both let sleep take over and you were warm in each other’s arms.

The sun shined brightly against your sleeping face. You squeezed your eyes shut some more but it did little to keep the light away. You decided to move, roll over and hide your face in one of your many pillows but as you tried to, you nearly fell. A yelp escaped your lips, face inches away from the floor as two arms caught you by the waist. Jungkook was half asleep but alert as he looked over your tired form. You fell back onto the twin sized bed pressed against Jungkook’s chest staring at your surroundings.

In better light and a clearer head you had a better chance to look around his apartment. It was smaller than you pictured when you were lying underneath him. You just didn’t realize it was this small. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been to a place that looked like this. His bedroom, kitchen and living room all in one space with ripped wallpaper and broken cabinets. Jungkook seemed to stiffen under you when he noticed where your mind was going.

Last night was… how should he put it without sounding so dramatic? He just felt very appreciated and not just his body but also the things he had to say. You paid very close attention to what he felt and it was more than anyone has in a while. Sure, the fighting gets him attention but not for anything good. It was abuse and exploitation. That made him hate himself but what he experienced last night was lively. He wouldn’t mind getting this feeling because of you again except you couldn’t be any more opposite and that’s what had him skeptical.

“You okay?” He asked suddenly, nervous because you have yet to say anything after your abrupt awakening and he’s itching to know what you think. His shabby apartment looked even worse than he imagined. You just gave a single nod and that made him anxious now, sliding a little out from under you trying not to pay attention to the way you were both still naked. He released a quiet sigh, “If you want to go home now, it’s okay, you can tell me.”

It was morning anyway, he’s not sure what he would expect differently. You seemed to snap out of your own thoughts turning as best as you could to lay on your stomach over him. He looked down at you with an expression you could only read as dejected, sullen or tired even. Your chest rests on his chest as you look up at him, “And what if I don’t want to go home yet?”

Jungkook couldn’t hide the look of surprise on his face when you ran your hand over his chest turning to look at him, “How about a shower together?”

You stared at the man in front of you expressionless, or well, you were trying to be. He, on the other hand, was open with you. A knowing smile on his face with brows raised in amusement. He was even leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, head tilted to the right just slightly waiting for you to speak.

“You’re starting to creep me out,” You said with a roll of your eyes as you looked over the roof, city life thriving about sixty stories below you. Jin cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you had anything to say to me.”

“About?” You asked as the waitress came back with your food. You were seated across from Jin at some high end restaurant for lunch. It sat on the roof of some luxury hotel and it’s where you two decided to meet between your classes. You had a feeling you knew what this was about but you weren’t about to give in. A day and a half was spent in Jungkook’s presence. You didn’t even go to class the following day, instead you stayed in his apartment and did absolutely nothing.

“You’re a vixen, y’know? You sank your claws into Jungkook and got him, I applaud you,” Jin said making you roll your eyes again. “What are you talking about? You’ve got a crush on him or something?”

“I’m just saying, I’ve been trying to get that guy to let loose but all he does is push every chance away,” Jin told you as he picked at his plate. Your eyes narrowed leaning forward against the table, “How do you two know each other, anyway? He didn’t really say.”

Jin sneered, “Of course he didn’t. He doesn’t like it.”

“Doesn’t like what? No, don’t tell me,” you shook your head. You wanted to know because you were definitely interested. But was it your business? Jin smacked his tongue, “It’s nothing serious.”

“I’m his manager of sorts, but also an investor?” Jin said with a shrug taking a big bite, “He’s a boxer, like in the ring with glo—“

“I obviously know what a boxer is,” you said clearly annoyed with your older friend who just chuckled knowing he was getting under your skin. You were curious now, “Besides, what does it matter to you? You work in a law firm.”

Jin groaned as if he had a reason to be annoyed with you when clearly he didn’t, “I’ve got a few interests, alright? Sketchy? Maybe, but it is exciting. I met him a year ago when I was watching a boxing match. He was new and he was good, a lot of strength and control. I just have this idea that he can make it big and I can get him there. It’ll be a give and take. I already make good money off his fights from my cut and imagine what a bigger audience can do?”

“So what you’re saying is Jungkook… he makes money from boxing?” You asked and he just shook his head no. “No, well kinda? His family has a lot of debt—“

“Stop, stop talking,” you covered your ears suddenly, “I don’t want to hear about his private stuff unless it’s from him. I get it. You kinda work together?”

Jin rolled his eyes, “Yes but that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I want to know what transpired you to go with him the other night. I didn’t peg muscular, tatted, brooding men as your type.”

“I didn’t either,” you said honestly, “But I don’t know. I saw him one time before that at a store and he had been bleeding from his forehead. I think that’s why I was curious at first.”

“And now?” Jin asked making your brows furrow. “What do you mean now?”

He sighed, “I mean are you curious still? Jungkook is a good guy, great guy even but it wouldn’t work Y/n. Your parents would kill you if they found out you were seeing a guy like him. He’s not… he hasn’t had the same privileges as you and it just wouldn’t look good. He’s a great kid but he’s got real struggles that you wouldn’t understand.”

“Hypocrite much?” You asked with a tilt of your head, “Like you would understand those struggles more than me? Are you going to tell him this too or just me because I don’t think Jungkook would appreciate it.”

“Jungkook’s smart, I’m sure he understands why it wouldn’t work. You’ve been to his place I assume, you had some thoughts on it I know. But at the end of the day, I’m loyal to you as a friend more than Jungkook. I’ve known you since you were five and I’m looking out for your best interest.”

“I don’t need you to Jinnie,” you rolled your eyes as you pushed your finished plate away. He let the topic drop with a reluctant sigh. He really did appreciate Jungkook as a person and even as a friend of sort but at the end of the day… what they had never went beyond business. The dinner the other night was to discuss another tournament, what happened after was a spur of the moment. He had respect for Jungkook for what the kid has been through but that’s what makes him wary. He’s seen how mad he can get, how little he actually has to support himself and how battered his life was. You wouldn’t fit in anywhere and Jin cares about you too much to let you fall for someone like him.

“Besides, I’m seeing him later after class,” you said brightly. Jin couldn’t argue with you anymore, he just wanted you to know what he thought. He knew Jungkook was a good guy, he just didn’t think he was right for you. Suddenly you flashed him a bright smile, big puppy dog eyes and a bat of your lashes, “You’re treating me to lunch right?”

“You probably have more money than me Hotel Heiress,” Jin said with a scowl but you didn’t let up. Your bottom lip curling down, “But you invited me.”

“Aish,” he rolled his eyes at you as he took his wallet out, “You’re so annoying.” “Thank you Jinnie, you’re the best.”

He took you back to campus after lunch and you went to your last couple of classes. Taehyung waited for you outside your last class, “Jia and I want to go shopping, you coming?”

“No, Jungkook is waiting for me outside,” you told him reading over Jungkook’s text telling you where he was. Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Jungkook? The guy from the other night? Don’t tell me you’re seeing him again.”

“Fine I won’t tell you.” “Y/n I’m serious, I don’t know him but the other night something seemed of—Y/n!”

“Bye!” You sang as you saw Jungkook’s black, tinted car. He was outside waiting for you and a smile spread across his face. He pulled you in for a hug, “Aren't you cold?”

“Shivering,” you said with trembling teeth and he helped you into his car ignoring the rise of your skirt. Once he was inside he kicked the heat up, “So where do we go?”

He was nervous. He hasn’t seen you in a couple days and now that it’s the weekend he’s not sure what he should do. Is this a date? Do you even want to date him? You didn’t ask him anything over the time you were at his place but he could tell you wanted to. Would you run away when you found out the extent of his struggles? You bit your bottom lip in thought, humming as you tried to think of something, “Lets go to my place.”

So he followed the directions to the other side of the city where he’d dropped you off just days ago. He only got to look at the outside of the skyscraper hotel with your last name displayed in metal letters under the hotel’s name. The inside was gorgeous, marble everywhere with white clay walls and curved edges that gave the hotel a seamless image. Even the furniture was the color of the walls and the only pop of colors were deep green and shades of brown. He let you drag him into the elevator where you pushed for the top floor putting your key in to unlock the floor and he traveled the hundred stories up.

The second the elevator to your floor opened Jungkook’s breath hitched. He didn’t realize you had the entire floor to yourself until he walked in and saw the various doors to different amenities all just for you ranging from private gym to an entire room larger than his apartment dedicated to shoes and handbags. You walked down the hall to the main living space and he continued to look around. Large kitchen, large windows that looked over the skyline with a pool on the balcony.

“So this is your place?” He asked obviously as you went to your bedroom which, once again, was bigger than his apartment with a king sized bed and canopy. You gave a quick nod of your head disappearing into your closet to change into something warmer, “18th birthday present.”

He was too nervous to even sit on your bed but you came out all joyous jumping on him and tackling him down on it. Immediately, a jolt of pain shot up his side making him wince and you jumped to get off his lap. His hands gripped your waist keeping you in place and your brows furrowed in concern. You reached for his shirt when he held your wrist to stop you but you pulled it up anyway. Jungkook’s face heated when you stared at the faded bruise on his side. It was worse than it was when you two had sex, it was more brown now with yellow around the edges since it was old.

Your finger just barely brushed over it enough that it didn’t hurt but he still flinched at the contact making you frown as you straddle his groin, “You were fighting?”

His eyes widened at first but relaxed when he realized who would’ve told you. Maybe you were closer with Jin than he thought. Lord knows he only sees Jin when it comes to the business they’ve involved themselves with. You, on the other hand, were at Jin’s societal level and probably saw him at galas and fashion shows. So Jin told you about the fighting and you still let him into your home? Without another word you shimmied off his lap and he could feel his heart drop. Maybe you were rethinking things. Maybe you saw that it was a bad idea to get involved with him and now you’re backing out. He wouldn’t blame you after seeing the way you lived compared to him. He expected you to kick him out, not to lean down and press a soft kiss on his ribs, “Did you at least win?”

Jungkook gave a slight nod of his head in response and you smiled moving to lay on the bed now right next to him. You sat your head up on your palm looking over to him, “Do you like boxing?” He shook his head honestly and it made you frown, “So why do it then?”

He was quiet for a moment, “I’m good at it and it’s easy money.” “This is easy money?” you pointed to his bruise but before he could answer you were backtracking, “I mean… I’m just trying to understand but you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but lean forward to press a gentle kiss on your lips before wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you into his side, “Why are you so perfect? Aren’t you a little scared? I’m not a good guy.”

“Why? Because you beat the shit out of people for money? Oh yeah you’re such a thug,” you rolled your eyes, “Besides, I’m not perfect, I’m actually a spoiled bitch.” He laughed along with you snuggling in your bed despite the sun still being out.

“To answer your question from earlier, the only reason why I do this is to help out my parents. They’d kill me if they found out but they’ve got a lot of debt and I want to help them how I can. I dropped out of school my final year and I went straight to work,” Jungkook began to open up, “I didn’t want to leave school but we needed the money so I had to get to work. There weren’t many options where I’m from so I packed up my shit and came here.”

“Wasn’t that hard?” You asked cutely and he could see it in your eyes that even if you didn’t understand, you wanted to. He nodded, “Yeah, I slept on a lot of couches at first. I couldn’t get a good job since I didn’t have a diploma but I started working as a mechanic and was able to get the place I’m at now for cheap if I fix maintenance problems myself.”

“I met this guy who told me he knew how I could make quick money and it was just supposed to be a one time thing but I can’t support myself and my parents with just the car shop.”

“And Jin wants you to be a legitimate boxer? Like one of those lightweight champion fighters?” You asked making him crack a smile as you laid on his chest. He began to play with your hair, “Yeah and I just don’t get it. I’m not going to get far. I don’t how to play by all the rules. I don’t think it’s worth the risk. For now I’m fine working at the auto shop.

“But, you don’t want to see if it actually works out?” You asked curiously, “And would you want to work as a mechanic forever?”

“I’m not thinking about forever, I’m thinking about the present and what gets me by. When I get a chance to live comfortably then I’ll look at the bigger picture but I still don’t think it would be boxing.” He was honest and a little blunt but he didn’t mean to sound that way. He was just being realistic. He knows he’s living paycheck to paycheck and still coming up short but it’s what he needs to do right now. He can’t dedicate himself to a career where he doesn’t get paid frequently unless he trains and devotes all his time.

You didn’t say anything for a moment and it made him wonder if he made you uncomfortable. It’s not that he thinks you had it easy growing up but clearly you’ve grown up with a totally different mindset and endless possibilities. After a while before he could backtrack you spoke, “I see what you’re saying, sorry,” you mumbled and he seemed to squeeze you in his hold. He shook his head no though you couldn’t see him, “Don’t apologize. You were just curious.”

‘So can I go to see you?” You weren’t even done saying what you wanted to say when Jungkook was muttering a few ‘no’s’ making you turn to face him now still laying on him. You went to move back and his arm stayed loose around you but let you move, “Why not?”

“Because it gets really ugly and it’s dangerous. It’s not something I want the girl I’m into to see,” he said mixing in a confession and putting it out there for you to understand what he’s on. He absolutely had no desire to get close to anyone romantically but now that he has, he’s really interested. He finds you attractive but it wasn’t just that. You seemed to listen to him and though you could, you don’t judge him— or at least he didn’t hink you do. You looked at him with an annoyed expression but it was playful, “But I want to see you.”

You didn’t directly say you were into him but you did lean in for a kiss letting his lips meet yours softly. You released a soft moan when his arm tightened back around you turning his body slightly to kiss you better. The two of you pulled apart but his hand was still cupping your face gently and he looked down at you. You opened your mouth to say something but he immediately shut you up with another kiss before pulling away again, “So pl—“ Then another kiss on your lips and you couldn’t help but laugh when he did it again quickly now, “Please let me wa—okay!—“ kiss after kiss on your lips so you wouldn’t keep talking about seeing him fight.

He wouldn’t let you.

Or so he thought. Jungkook held your hand tightly as he led you through the thick crowd watching the fight from before. You looked around anxiously now. It was louder than you imagined, dirtier, rougher. It reeked of alcohol and dirty money. You could feel the stares on you when you walked past and though it made you uncomfortable, you felt a little better with Jungkook there.

He sensed your unease because he pulled you closer until his arm could wrap around your waist, pressing his face against yours to whisper in your ear, “You still okay?”

“Mhm,” you nodded leaning in to give him a quick kiss as he smiled, “Alright, I gotta get ready.”

“Jungkook! My man, you’re late,” a guy with a huge grin on his face approached. You ignored the way he seemed to look at your figure but Jungkook was pulling you closer to his side than before. Jungkook just smiled, “Things came up.”

“I see that,” the guy’s eyes stopped at your legs, then your hips, and chest, “I’m Hoseok by the way.”

“Y/n,” you answered in a snobby tone as you glared back at him. He was way too open with staring you down when Jungkook was there. Jungkook thought the same and it had him pulling you along, “I’ll be out in a bit.”

It was still strange to see you in the locker room with him. The same grimy room he was in last time when he was beaten pretty bad and still came out on top. You tried to hide your disgust but he could see it in the way you avoided touching anything. Jungkook cleared his throat, “I can take you back to the car, if you want.”

“Why would I want to leave?” You asked moving closer to him as he attempted to wrap his fists up by himself. Jin should be here soon to help him with that but until then you’ll just watch him get ready. He looked over to you, in your skirt and sweater making him even more nervous. He asked you to dress down, not because he didn’t love seeing your pretty outfits, but because he didn’t want anyone to get any ideas with you. He’d hate to hop out of the ring so people wouldn’t come at his girlfriend. It still feels weird to say that. Never did he imagine he’d get swept up so quickly and yet here you were, absolutely breathtaking and sweet.

His breath hitched so suddenly, your arms wrapped around his exposed torso in a back hug pressing a kiss to his shoulder plate. He turned his head to look back at you and you took the opportunity to kiss him on the lips.

“Sneaky little snake Y/n.”

You pulled away with a roll of your eyes. Jungkook looked to the swinging doors as Jin walked in. Jin glared at you, “What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like you’re going to a summer Christmas party?”

“I’m covering up,” you said only answering his last question as you let go of Jungkook to give Jin a spin, “Don’t I look pretty?”

“You always do,” Jin said with a shrug as Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in his direction at that comment. He still has to get used to the fact you’re very close with Jin. Tame his jealousy and be less serious all the time. His friend seemed to be thinking the same since he rolled his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that. Why’d you bring Y/n to a place like this?”

“Because I asked,” you said when Jin stepped up to help Jungkook put his gloves on. He scoffed, “And Jungkook is fine just doing whatever you ask?”

When Jungkook didn’t say anything Jin released an annoyed huff of breath as he finished up with the wrappings. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to anyone but you as he lifted his gloved hands to reach for you. Jin looked between you two muttering something under his breath as he walked out the door giving you two a minute. Jungkook put the gloves on your hips as you moved between his legs looking down at him from where he was sitting on the bench. Your arms rested on his shoulders as he looked up at you with rounded eyes. He leaned forward resting his forehead on your chest, “I’m happy you’re here tonight.”

“Really? I thought you told me no,” you said playfully and he looked up again, still resting on you, squeezing you even closer to him. “But it’s nice to have someone there for me.”

You didn’t know what to say so instead your hands slid up from his shoulders to his face and you leaned down to meet his lips. He kissed back immediately, trying to touch you more but his gloves didn’t let him. It was short and sweet only interrupted when Jin opened the door back up.

He looked to you, “Come on, we’ll find somewhere to be, let Jungkook concentrate before the fight. He’s going up against a new guy first.”

Jungkook gave you a kiss goodbye and you told him good luck and left. You stood with Jin at the closest seats to the ring and he was trying to let you know what might happen tonight.

“So there’s two fights for him. The first will probably be the easiest but if he’s too worn out in the second he might not win. Now, he’s got a winning streak and a lot of people don’t like that so they’ll be fighting dirty tonight,” Jin told you honestly, “A lot of people are mad they’re losing money to him and there’s very few rules here. There’s a couple illegal moves but a lot of it is free game so beware he could get seriously hurt. Hence why I want him to go the professional route but he won’t, his family doesn’t want him fighting. If anyone talks to you don’t even entertain it, alright?”

“Yes dad,” you said, though you were definitely feeling anxious now. Music was loud but yelling was louder. It reeked of sweat, alcohol, blood. It was dirty and crowded and you could feel people looking at you. There were very few females here and they all glared at you too. Jungkook told you to not even bring your purse but you still felt like you needed to keep your possession close.

When Jungkook came out in just a pair of boxing shorts and shoes, mouth guard in looking like a completely different man than the one you kissed just moments ago, you saw him in a new light. Reality was hitting you that he was very much an intimidating man. When he passed you by he didn’t shy away from going to you for a good luck kiss before jumping over rope to get into the ring. When he kissed you it only made more heads turn.

You didn’t pay much attention to what the ref[?] was saying because it was so overwhelmingly loud in here. Practically overstimulating you and suddenly you weren’t so thrilled being here. Jungkook looked scary but so damn attractive, jumping from foot to foot getting his blood pumping as the other guy came in. He was roughly the same size as Jungkook, just less muscle. “You’re in for a show,” a voice spoke as someone plopped down next to you. You looked over to Hoseok who now sat on your left while Jin sat on your right.

“How much?” Jin asked him and they leaned over you to discuss betting amounts. When the bell rang you paid your full attention to the scene before you. Since this wasn’t such a professional fight there were less rounds to go through and the first knockout was a win. Only three rounds and he needed to score high on two to win.

The first round wasn’t a clear win. Jungkook did the first hit making the guy stumble back and you understood why everyone was so energetic. This was nerve wracking and everyone shouting for the one they wanted to win was getting to you. It was during the second round when things began to heat up. This time the other guy did the first hit, a hard fist to Jungkook’s bruised side but he didn’t even flinch. He delivered a harsh blow to the guy’s jaw giving him an uppercut that sent him stumbling against the ropes.

His body slipped to the floor, blood dripping from his mouth and your hands clasped together as the referee counted the seconds for knockout. The guy attempted to get back up but only kept slipping down on the floor. When the whistle blew the round was given to Jungkook. You clapped happily now making him look over to you with a small smile. He was already drenched in sweat, long hair stuck around his face and clearly out of breath. Jin got up with a bottled water and towel taking it to Jungkook as they talked about something you couldn’t here.

“What do you think so far?” Hoseok asked you as the third round started and your eyes locked in on the fight. You have a shy shrug, “It’s… new.”

Hoseok chuckled, “I bet it is, you’re the only one I’ve ever seen wear Cartier here. Better to take it off before someone else sees it.” You nodded but you didn’t take it off in case you’d lose it. Instead you hid it under your sweater now. The third round was quicker, it took one blow for the guy to fall and laughter rose around you.

By the end of the fight, Jin was hurrying you up to the locker room assigned to Jungkook again. Jungkook was already at the sink examining the damage but when he saw you he hid his bruised side. You didn’t even have to say anything when he was reaching for you, “You okay? Is this too much? I’ll have Jin take you to the car, did anyone say anything to you? I’m sorry, this is probably jus—“

You shut him up with a kiss, his body immediately relaxing into it as his head tilted to the side to deepen it with his tongue. Jin audibly gagged behind you, “I miss Jungkook when he was depressed. Now all you two do is eat each other’s faces off. How you feeling Kook?”

“Good, nothing major,” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly when Jin passed him an ice bag. The break till the next fight was really short. The guy he would be going up against had already fought his contender when Jungkook arrived. Once they have their fight and marks are tallied they’ll know who wins. If he wins he’ll be able to pay off some of his loans before the loan sharks come knocking on his door again. He’ll send money for his parent’s bills. He’ll pay his car payment, utilities, buy groceries, and take you out on a date. It won’t be as nice as you’re probably used to but hopefully he can do something. He’ll show you that even if he doesn’t have the kind of money you do, he’ll do anything for you to see how strongly he feels.

Having a support system in the audience cheering him on was motivation to win and he promises he’ll win for you. You wanted to watch him fight so he’ll give it his all.

You got back to your seats once the warning for the next fight came. Jin clutched your hand, “You’re holding up better than I thought. You’re usually more high maintenance. You don’t even like going to the gym because it makes you sweat.”

“But sweat looks so good on Jungkook,” you answered looking at Jungkook, “Now shut up. The fights about to start.”

“You think this guy’s got a chance against Seungmin?”

“Nah, he’s not that focused tonight. Probably because his bitch is in the crowd.”

Your brows furrowed at who was talking about you. Jin shook his head when you tried to turn and look, “Just ignore it.”

The first round started heavy. Jungkook’s opponent threw the first blow right in his face. His head whipped back as he was hit in the nose and you visibly winced. Jungkook didn’t feel too much pain from it, probably due to adrenaline, but it made his eyes water and blur for a second giving the guy a chance to hit him in the gut.

The crowd was going crazy around you as Jungkook delivered three hits in but his body collapsed to the floor. The guy had hit the back of Jungkook’s head that had him stumbling down on the floor in pain. You gripped Jin’s arm, “Isn’t that illegal?” He only shook his head, “Not here.”

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7…

You waited to see if he’d get up but he couldn’t lift his head. Your leg was bouncing anxiously and before you knew it, the round ended with a knock out. Jin got up immediately going to Jungkook’s aid and he looked worse for wear. The round was given to the other guy and before you could even think you were walking to the rope. Jin was wiping blood off Jungkook’s face grabbing the back of his head checking for blood.

“He’s got a heavy hand,” Jungkook panted out of breath feeling his ears drum. Jin held his head, “Block your fucking head Jungkook. He’s playing extra dirty, he’s going to keep going for it if you’re already injured.”

“Jungkook,” you said softly making him turn, finally noticing you and suddenly he was sitting up on the stool. He sniffled, “Yes baby? Are you okay? I promise I’m fine, if it’s too much don’t look—“

“Fighter’s ready!”

Jin gave Jungkook a kiss on his forehead, “Two rounds. You gotta win this and then you get a pay grade. Alright?” Jin led you back to your seat before you could even talk to Jungkook more but maybe it was for the better.

Jungkook was tired, worn out from the last round and the fight before. His opponent at least had resting time after his fight since Jungkook’s fight was after. Jungkook didn’t get as long of a break before he was thrown into the last fight. He stood in position for the bell to ring but the guy across from him was jittery.

A smirk on his face as he looked over the audience before he snickered, “Brought your toy along? I like her, might just take her from you.”

Jungkook tried to ignore it, jaw tense as he reeled in his anger. The guy was a shit talker, he wanted to get in Jungkook’s head but he won’t let him. He just wants Jungkook to lose focus but he won’t. The second the bell rang Jungkook gave the first hit, getting Seungmin right in the stomach before giving him another hit on the side of his head.

You watched anxiously, Jungkook seemed to have felt better enough to fight back stronger. Hoseok looked over to you, “The kid’s got it, he’ll win.”

You’re not worried about him winning. You’re worried about how hurt he’ll be after and you understand now why Jungkook didn’t want you here. He was strong, he could fight and hold his own but watching him get beat black and blue was heartbreaking. But you couldn’t look away. You were at the edge of your seat, there was blood dripping down Jungkook’s eyes painting it red but he kept fighting, he stayed on his feet even when he was backed into a corner. He blocked his head with gloves and when Seungmin least expected it he punched his nose then jaw. The opponent’s body whipped with the force of the hit and though he tried grabbing rope, he crashed to the floor.

Jungkook was jumping from foot to foot keeping himself moving as the ref counted down to knockout and he released a breath. He sat on the stool in the corner of the ring tipping his head back staring up at the hanging lightbulb over them. They’re tie. This last round will declare the winner of this fight and it has to be him. He can get a few hundred and though most will go to bills he swears he’s going to try and take you out.

Jin was in front of him again, this time he pressed an Enswell to the cut above his brow, “Last round, it’s yours man, I can feel it. You’re faster, you’ve got more coordination. How’s your eye?”

“Hurts like a bitch,” Jungkook confessed through his mouth guard. He turned to look for you but stopped, wincing when Jin wiped the blood away. The cold metal against his skin was numbing the pain but he could still feel his eye swelling, “How’s Y/n?”

“Fine, focus on your opponent not your girlfriend,” Jin said harshly but he only meant it out of concern. He wanted Jungkook to be focused so he wouldn’t get so roughed up in the last round.

Now it was the last round. He shifted his mouth guard to fit better as he stared at Seungmin. He watched his head turn to look at you, eyes wandering up the expanse of your legs to your skirt. His words were mumbled due to the guard but he could understand him clearly, “Yeah, I’ll take her as my prize. She’ll look good as my bitch, bet she’s got a fat ass t—“

Jungkook shoved him, the crowd growing louder as the ref blew the whistle, pulling them apart. The guy only laughed glaring at Jungkook, “Look real nice with her legs spread just for me. She tight?”

The whistle blew.

The first throw Jungkook took didn’t land, it was too blinded by rage that Seungmin touched him first backing him up into the corner again with his larger build, “Bet she likes to fuck dirty with that body.”

Jungkook struggled, moving too quick to cause real damage and block his eye at the same time. Seungmin kept going, “You think she’ll put up a bigger fight than you? I like the figh—“

His breath was knocked out of his body when Jungkook threw a direct punch to his diaphragm making him stumble back. As he clutched his chest Jungkook took the opportunity to hit where his kidney should be, bringing the guy down to his knees in pain.

You were on your feet with everyone else cheering Jungkook on unbeknownst to what was being said about you. Though Seungmin was down, anytime he tried to get up Jungkook would stop him. With an uppercut, Jungkook punched right at Seungmin’s ear sending a ring down his ear drums and he fell to his side.

But Jungkook didn’t stop. The gloves made it hard for him to really get his hands on him but he wasn’t done. He didn’t even care about the round. He cared about beating the fuck out of this piece of shit for talking about you, so he did. He got over the guy, straddling his curled position as Seungmin blocked his own head from being hit. There were no rules outside of no weapons, and no weighted gloves so he wasn’t stopping until he was dragged off of him.

“Jungkook!” Jin called out when Jungkook brought a fist back and hit over the man’s hands getting as much of his head as he could. He raised another arm to do it again as the whistle blew.

He delivered another blow feeling the bounce of the mat, the ref saying he won since it was a knockout but he wasn’t done.

Just as he was ready to give him another hit he was being yanked off but he wanted more. He wanted the guy bloody and bruised for the way he talked about you. He lurched forward to do it but strong arms held him back, two people telling him to stop. The ref raised Jungkook, “The winner! There, you’re done with the fighting!”

He had to be dragged out of the ring by Hoseok and Jin. He could barely see out of his eye and the crowd half cheered half booed, “Where’s Y/n?”

He was feeling dizzy, drained and tired. Jin sat him down on the bench and you went to get ice. You wanted to cry though you had no reason to. He just looked so scary out there but also, he was clearly beat. You had to collect yourself instead of let your emotions show. You’re the one who begged him to let you see him fight. You passed the bag to Jin feeling like you needed to catch your breath. Jin let you sit next to Jungkook who seemed too far into his own world to pay attention.

He was hot, his body was on fire and he was breathing heavy, leg bouncing as he thought back to what Seungmin had been saying. The fucking disrespect. Even if you weren’t his girlfriend, how could Seungmin say things like that and expect Jungkook to not react? He wanted to fight him again, it was all he could think about.

“Take the keys,” Jin told you and you did. Hoseok came in shortly after, “I’ve got the cut. Seungmin’s mad, cussing at everyone saying it’s cheating.”

“Says who?” Jin scoffed making Hoseok shrug, “No one. Jungkook won, everyone could see Seungmin was instigating and now he’s mad he got his ass handed to him.”

He chuckled as Jin took Jungkook’s gloves off and the mouth guard fell to the floor. Jungkook grabbed a t-shirt ignoring his wounds as he stood suddenly. He grabbed his things and like confused idiots you all rushed after him.

The place was still bustling with drunk energy and Seungmin’s voice was heard over it all.

“Take him out the ring and I’ll fucking beat him.”

You stayed a little behind as Jin tried grabbing at Jungkook but he just pushed him off.

“I call rematch and I’ll take the money and his bitc—“

Okay, well now you knew what he had been telling Jungkook. Jungkook turned Seungmin around but before the guy could react, a hard fist was colliding with his nose. Screams erupted, some urging the fight, some calling security. This entire time Jungkook had been silent with only a deadly look in his eyes. You gasped loudly when the guy threw Jungkook off trying to get on top of him but Jungkook wasn’t letting him. His fists weren’t stopping and they were covered in blood now.

“Jungkook!” You didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t just go in and stop the fight like an idiot but you didn’t want Jungkook to do something he’ll regret. Jin seemed to be thinking the same because he did try and get Jungkook off only to be shoved aside.

Suddenly, security was there, picking Jungkook up with an arm around his neck locking him in. He fought against the hold once Seungmin was sitting up spitting out blood but Hoseok cut in. You didn’t know he was the one in charge of it all but it made sense now.

“Enough!” He yelled out, “If you’re not inside that ring you’re not fucking fighting or your asses are done!”

You walked to Jungkook practically feeling the heat radiating off him but you tried being gentle as he fought against the security still, “Hey, Jungkook.”

He couldn’t even look at you, eyes set on the guy and before he could stop himself he was lunging for him again catching security off guard and accidentally releasing him. Seungmin fell into a group of people when Jungkook did it again. You covered your eyes blocking out the yelling as they tried getting him off.

This time security wasn’t so nice, picking Jungkook up and throwing him on the ground making him gasp for air from his injuries. You immediately went to him, “Stop, please, can you please just stop.”

You didn’t notice you were crying as Jin helped Jungkook up and silently dragged him out. Jungkook was mad even as you made it outside.

“I fucking told you not to come!” Jungkook yelled, “I told you Y/n.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you apologized, making Jin shove Jungkook into the passenger seat. “Stop acting fucking crazy or I’m leaving your ass here and taking Y/n home.”

You had the keys with you, hurrying to start the car so the two of you could leave but Jin was at Jungkook’s window. You rolled it down for him and the look on Jin’s face was saddened.

“Hoseok took half the cut for fighting outside the ring.”

“What?” Jungkook asked sitting up in his seat. Jin just nodded, “Took it, man I told you not to act out.”

Jungkook took the amount that was in Jin’s hands counting it up before cursing. It wasn’t nearly enough, not for everything. It wasn’t even enough to pay his family’s bills. When Jin pulled back you took the opportunity to drive but you didn’t take him to his place.

You were struggling when you pulled into the parking spot in the hotel parking garage and dragged him out. The garage was connected to the side of the hotel so you took him in the elevator as far as you could go and went up. As long as you avoided the lobby nobody would no how badly your boyfriend was beat.

He was silent now, all the pain finally hitting him at once and he felt hopeless. All that was for nothing. He won but at what cost? He let his emotions get the best of him and he yelled at you. Fuck, why did he do that? He couldn’t even apologize, it’s like his mouth had been sewn shut and look at this. You’re having to drag him yourself because he can’t walk himself. How pathetic.

When you got to a floor you found a cleaner and called to her as you got onto the right elevator hiding Jungkook against the wall, “Take a first aid kit to my room.” Everyone knew who you were and you couldn’t risk Jungkook being seen and your father being notified. The woman just nodded, running off already and you went to your floor. Jungkook didn’t say anything about coming to your place instead of his. He would’ve if he wasn’t trying to faint.

It didn’t take long for the first aid kit to get to your place and he followed you in.

He didn’t feel too awful but he was embarrassed. He didn’t even want you looking at him. His eye is practically swollen shut but thankfully it wasn’t the side with the piercing on it. He could still feel some blood on it but he had to force himself to ignore it as he followed you to your bathroom. You were bent over running the water in your overly large bath tub. You directed him to sit on the marble side of it and he did as told. You reached out to pull his shirt up but he stopped you.

“I can do it,” he mumbled looking down, “I’m fine.” You tried getting him to look and he wouldn’t but when you lifted his head he turned away making you frown, “You sure?”

“I don’t want you seeing me like this,” his voice was raspy, “Fuck I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry for yelling at you earlier.”

“It’s okay,” you said, holding his face gently, “But look at me, please.” It took him a second but when he did you released a sigh. You had a warm wet cloth as you began cleaning his eye area, “I’m here.”

He looked at you close to tears. “You don’t have to do everything alone. I want to take care of you too,” you said, making him sniffle. He shook his head, “I always do it alone, it's okay.”

“It’s not,” you said once he was finally undressed. You checked the water and poured some bath salts in and urged him to get in. He was naked in front of you but you couldn’t look at him, he didn’t want you to see all the pain he went through even if he says it’s not that bad. You sat on the edge of the tub waiting for him to get in and he did so shyly. As he sank into the warm water he looked back at you, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you in the car. I’m sorry you had to see me like that, okay? If you don’t want to be with me because of it I wo—“

“You won’t what? Stop me?” You asked cupping water in your hands and letting it run over his body, “So if I tell you right now that I don’t want you, you’ll just leave without a fight? You must not like me that much.”

“I love you,” he blurted out, happy that he was facing the wall instead of you but he would rather have you in here with him, “That’s why I wouldn’t stop you from leaving me. I’m not good enough for you.”

“Says who?”

“Y/n be serious, please,” Jungkook released a sigh turning to look at you. Now that he’s more cleaned up his wounds don’t look so bad but his eye was still swollen and his knuckles were bloody, “Look at me. Look at what I did tonight and where I live an—“

“I am looking,” you told him with your hands in his hair wetting it, “And tonight made me realize that I’m in love with you. I don’t care about where you live, I don’t care about any of that.”

“But I do,” he said when you started tugging your skirt and sweater off. Yes, he wanted you in his arms in this tub big enough to fit four people, but he didn’t want to just think about himself. He wanted you to know that he understands how different you two are and if tonight scared you, he understands why. He was a monster.

“Why?” You asked, sinking in across from him, “Why do you care about that stuff if I don’t?”

“Because it’s not enough for you. I want to give you so much of myself. I want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated and I can’t,” Jungkook said honestly, voice cracking here and there, “I’m not good enough, I fight to make money and look what happens. I can’t control myself, I yelled at you for no fucking reason and I hate myself so much.”

“Because you yelled at me or because you don’t think you’re enough?” You asked cautiously, making him shake his head no but he didn’t even know what he wanted to say. Yeah, he strongly disliked himself. He worked his ass off and it was never enough. He never had enough money, enough food, enough restraint, stability, or love.

You were careful when you leaned forward placing a soft kiss to his jaw, “I know you didn’t mean to snap. I know your buttons were pushed. I know you were stressed out and I don’t blame you at all. If I did I wouldn’t have you here with me. I don’t know how much more direct I have to be for you to see that I care about you so fucking much.”

“I don’t care about money, or yelling or any of that shit, I care about you and how you make me feel so safe because I know my strong boyfriend will beat the shit out of anyone who talks about me,” you said making your tone lighter at the end and he almost cracked a smile. He would never let anyone treat you any sort of way. That’s true.

His sore hands were holding your waist now underwater trying to pull you onto his lap. Though he’s been hit a few times in the gut, the place he was most hit was his face. His lip was pulled between his teeth, “My fighting scared you.”

“No, it didn’t,” you confessed, “What scared me is knowing that guy could do pretty much anything to you and it wouldn’t be breaking the rules.”

“I know,” he said, agreeing with you. It was getting extremely dangerous. If he gets hit in the head any more times he’ll get punch drunk before he’s 26. It’s not the fighting that’s the problem it’s where he’s doing it that is, “But as embarrassing as it is to confess to you, I need the money.”

“I understand baby, I’m not saying anything about that,” you told him honestly, running your fingers through his hair, “But it doesn’t have to be this way.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I agree with Jin,” you told him making his brows furrow as much as they could. “If fighting is what you’re good at and you want to fight then go ahead. It shouldn’t matter what anyone thinks unless they’re here caring for you instead of putting more stress on your shoulders. I know your family doesn’t like you fighting and honestly, after tonight, I didn’t like seeing that but it’s not because I don’t support you.”

“It’s because I do, that I want you to have better opportunities in a safer, more regulated environment and not some dingy ass fight club,” you told him with a kiss to his shoulder blade, “So I think you should think about going professional. Jin and I have good connections everywhere and with the right training you can get really far. But if you really don’t want to then I won’t ask anymore.”

“You think I can do it? How am I gonna have time to train when I’ve got to make money,” Jungkook asked, suddenly thinking about it. You were a lot more convincing than Jin but maybe it’s because you’re so loving—and naked in his arms.

“I’ll help you with mon—“ “No,” and he was unconvinced, “I’m not taking handouts. I’m sorry baby but not from you. You’re my girlfriend, you’re not supposed to have to let me borrow money. I want to be able to take you out and spoil you and I can’t if—“

“It’s not a hand out, it’s your girlfriend wanting to do things for you because she really loves you and wants you to be at a point in your life when you’re not stressing over every little thing,” you told him. He shook his head, still unconvinced. He can’t. He can’t. He loves you too much to put his worries on your shoulders. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone, “Besides I’m not saying you won’t be able to do it on your own, I know you can.”

“What I’m saying is that you don’t have to do it alone, and if it’s not money that you want help with that’s fine but don’t shut me out because you’re scared of relying on someone else. You’re too used to being the one dealing with your problems and everyone else’s. I want to be the one you have in your corner.”

“So I should go pro?” You nodded making his eyes dart around in thought, “I’ll still be fighting but I know now it’s because I like it.”

“Yes but you’ll be doing it as safe as can be, I don’t want you to go into a fight like this again and the guy do anything he can to get you down,” you told him and he looked up at you.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I am… I am asking for your help,” he struggled to get the words out but he did, “Because I don’t want to keep living the way I am, barely surviving and having to do dangerous things to get by. The reason why I never considered it is because I wouldn’t have the time or the money or even the support but I have you now.”

“You do,” you smiled, “And even if it doesn’t work—it will—but if it doesn’t, I’m still going to be here supporting everything you do.”

“I love you,” he blurted out looking in your eyes, “So fucking much and I’ve never felt like this for anyone else. I’m just sorry you have to see me like this.”

“Shhh,” you pressed your lips to his, “I love you too.”

You gave him a chaste kiss, “But we need you training on defense asap.” His brows furrowed as you continued, “I’m serious, you’re a good fighter but when it comes to blocking hits you suck.”

The two of you laughed lightly at that. It was true. He was a street fighter only using his fists to fight but when it comes to defending himself he’s not so quick. Hence why his face is usually the most damaged. His fingers sunk into your sides, “You gonna be my new trainer, baby?”

“Maybe, I know my way around a fight.” “Mmm, you’re gonna have to show me some moves but not in the ring.”

Your eyes rolled playfully, “Not tonight, you’re probably tired after your rounds.”

“I could still go for another round or two.”

“Are we still talking about fighting?”

::.

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a/n oooo not a boxer jk. still debating how I feel about the fic but it was fun to write

no part two but I will accept requests for drabbles of the fic

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Paper Hearts | KNJ

Rating: General Word Count: 8.8k+words Pairings: Namjoon x Reader, ft. Hoseok Genre: co-working idiots to lovers, fluff, humor

Summary: When Hoseok has grown tired of silently watching the two dense idiots who can’t flirt for shit, he takes matters into his own hands. Good thing there’s a nook on the internet that anyone can upload their writing under an alias. Thinking that none of his friends will ever read it, he named his characters Namjoon and Y/N. ( kofisips masterlist )

Warnings: a bit of sexual innuendo in some of hobi's writing, mutual pining but don't blame them they're just idiots, hobi carrying this fic

“I can’t–I can’t deal with this shit anymore,” Hoseok ruffled his hair aggressively, ”All this exhausting effort for nothing.”

Everyone in the office knows that you and Namjoon liked each other but none of you made a move.

The few moments you’ve only spent with Namjoon were during work whenever he would ask you to throw in some ad-libs on the mix. Usually, you’re more than happy every time he hits you up about it so you always agree instantly. However, most of your interactions only had to do with work.

Initially, you wanted to be a recording artist but you were too awkward to try and force yourself to smile for the camera, let alone interacting with other people you’ve only met for the first time. A superstar’s work wasn’t for you or so you thought. Besides, you were always someone who took things with a grain of salt. Which is why you think being a producer is perfect for you because you can do the things that you enjoyed doing silently.

Producing is more than listening to layers of sound and cleaning your ears – it was tedious, draining, and demanded a lot of attention and time to work on. Sometimes, when they need backup vocals or ad-libs in the mix, you get to sing like a recording artist would inside the booth. It was good compensation for the dream you thought you’ve always wanted.

You always dreaded editing everything all on your own. Thankfully, Namjoon was always there to help you out.

Namjoon’s work ethic is unmatched, which is why it’s a no-brainer when you find yourself developing a massive liking for him. He is such a perfectionist when it came to his output; He always wanted to deliver the work that satisfied his standards.

When it comes to mixing, he was your complete opposite – Namjoon loved working it all on his own and editing everything from scratch. He loved how layers of various sounds could create melodies that brought comfort or attributed to a specific memory in a person’s life.

For the longest time, all Hoseok wanted to do was to bring you and Namjoon closer together and eventually, if he succeeds, finally date each other. He had thought of a series of master plans from A to Z saved on his notes – with the title ‘Hoseok’s Brilliant Ideas.’ Sadly, most of his attempts have failed miserably.

The reason why he would go through all these efforts of trying to get the two of you to date stemmed from him simply being a hopeless romantic.

Plan A: Slow introduction.

He started it by trying to have the three of you hang out in the studio whenever artists under Min Labels had to do their recordings. Hoseok knew extending hours at work wasn’t fun so he made sure you and Namjoon would get comfortable with each other first.

Plan A is supposed to work especially when you and Namjoon are both too awkward for your own good. You would blush profusely whenever he was nearby while he remained silent throughout the whole recording and mixing, heart pacing because you watched him edit the channels.

Fast forward to multiple all-nighters at the studio planned by Hoseok, you gradually grew comfortable with each other. As Hoseok looked at the both of you through his peripheral, he stifled a smile and thought, ‘Plan A: Success.’

Plan K: Bailout at the last minute.

The best way to get to know someone is by spending time with them. Alone. And so, Hoseok did just that. He begged both of you to come with him to the movies on a Sunday. Even said that he had always wanted to see this version of the new Spiderman movie.

When you and Namjoon have finally arrived at the theater, there are no signs of Hoseok anywhere. Like the genius he thinks he is, he made a fake excuse and said his dog gave birth when he never owned one, to begin with.

The next day, he giddily asked Namjoon about what had happened, “How was Tom Holland as the new Spiderman?”

Namjoon’s eyes squinted as he pondered about the whole movie experience. After some time of thinking, he shrugged his shoulders and muttered a quick hum, “Eh, it was okay. His villains aren’t anything grand unlike the others.”

Hoseok’s lips puckered, brows arching as he nodded his head to look like he was interested, “If that’s the case then I’m glad I didn’t watch it.” He chuckled fakely, “So, what did you guys do after the movies?”

“Oh we–uhm–uh,” Namjoon adjusted the crew of his shirt, “We ate popcorn.”

"Popcorn." Hoseok nodded slowly with a huge grin, “Okay, good, good. What else?”

“Then we went home,” both men blinked at each other silently for a brief moment before Namjoon decided to change the topic, “How’s your dog by the way?”

“Ah, yeah, she’s doing fine. The puppies were cute,” Hoseok broke a sweat when suddenly remembered his lie. Thankfully, Namjoon didn’t ask for pictures because he didn’t have a random photo off of google saved on his phone.

Plan Z: ⚠️ USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCY ⚠️

‘This is bad,’ Hoseok thought as he listened to you talk about this one date your friend had set you up.

Last week, your friend Mina introduced you to one of her friends from work. The date wasn’t too grand neither was it bad. It’s just that the two of you didn’t have much to talk about – you didn’t share the same interests nor were both of you on the same page.

Benefit of the doubt, you still agreed to go on a second date with him. In all fairness, he was persistent with trying to shoot his shots at you. You weren’t particularly fond of how he was all over you, but you did appreciate his efforts nonetheless.

“Love bombing is another form of abuse, Y/N,” Namjoon’s brows were knitted together, not too happy about this guy you were currently seeing.

“Maybe he’s just…affectionate?” You slowly shrugged with hesitation, unsure if it was the right term or if focusing on his good qualities instead was a reach.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon sighed and turned back to his computer with a frown.

After that day, distance suddenly grew between the both of you.

Hoseok was so frustrated over the fact that he had worked so hard in trying to make them friends, but now, it looks like both of you have gone back to simply being colleagues again.

This shouldn’t be his problem anymore, but he can’t help but feel so much anguish that the two best idiots he oh so wanted to be together can never flirt with each other like a regular person normally would – Namjoon liked to tip his toes around you while you always tried to keep a straight face, yet you still stole glances at him.

‘They’re hopeless,’ Hoseok internally panicked but pretended to just go on with writing the lyrics to one of the label’s artists, Jeon Jungkook, who's about to have his comeback.

He tried to think of the right words that would match the emotions and Jungkook’s voice but nothing came to mind. He even gave himself an hour of a nap when he got home but still, there was nothing. The only hope he finds in search of inspiration came in the form of a website – writeit.com.

Before being a full-time songwriter, Hoseok used to do creative writing work for fun. As a teen, he used to write alternate stories about the movies that awed him, sometimes even books he enjoyed reading. In his spare time, just to stay in touch with his hobbies, he revisits his old writeit.com account and reads all his all-time favorite bookmarked stories; and today was one of those days.

Scrolling through the updated website’s interface, his eyes widened at the new features, “Oh, cool! They’re posting original novels now.”

Just as he clicked on the suggested story, an idea suddenly entered – If he can’t make the both of you realize it, he’ll just give you the ending you deserve through writing.

It seemed like a good idea, perfect even. However, he struggled to think of what kind of genre fit the story he had in mind. Slice of life is a huge giveaway, given that this is already real life. Making it angst is like going through the hell of his failed plans all over again.

He passed through a list of genres the website had categorized in alphabetical order until he finally found something that he thinks is exciting to write.

“Enemies to lovers? Spy versus Kingpin? Sounds pretty interesting,” he smirked.

It’s funny how he had quickly outlined the story within minutes instead of working on Jungkook’s songs. He even went to the extent of studying other writers’ formats; taking notes on how they listed their warnings, ratings, and genre. He also noticed how people did their stories differently now compared to the stories he had read before. Regardless, he had the time of his life plotting the story under the tips of his fingers.

After he had finally set out his ideas, he froze as soon as he got to the part where he had to think of his characters’ names.

He watched the text cursor blink for a while. With brows furrowed, he debated whether or not to use any name that had a nice ring or just go with your real names; until he settled with the latter.

“It’s not like they’ll find it,” he snickered as he typed ‘Namjoon’ and ‘Y/N.’

His rekindled relationship with his old hobby kept him preoccupied. The sound of his keyboard keys clicking aired through the room; as he read the story aloud in between his typing, “At the age…of twenty – five? Or eight? Yeah, Eight’s better – twenty eight…Park Namjoon…became the CEO…of Park…Intellect…Security Agency – there, perfect!”

After 3 weeks of continuously going through the first chapter of his series, he called ‘Over Those Hills,’ Hoseok cracked his knuckles with a shit-eating grin that reached up to his eyes. The mouse’s cursor hovered over the ‘Post’ button; and with a deep breath that he held in for a while, he finally clicked it with one eye closed.

It was purely made for fun at first but the next thing he knew, he had garnered 500k reads in less than 2 months of posting the first chapter. His readers’ comments flooded his notifications, begging for him to post the next chapter.

He originally intended to write whenever he felt like it, but since he got himself a huge readership and following, he decided to continue with it as regularly as he could...without getting caught, of course.

Over Those Hills by wordsofhope Summary: Namjoon was given a chance to leap through every time loop just to be with Y/N. The catch? No matter how many lifetimes he has gone through, they always meet under ugly circumstances. Rating: Mature? idk. Genre: parallel universe, idiots to lovers (why can’t they just date already?) A/N: Hey guys! I can’t believe that this series got 500k reads! Thank you so much ㅠㅠ Stay tuned of what happens next to Namjoon and Y/N’s story, okay?

Everything was going well for his fiction writing career except for one thing – ever since he started writing about the two of you, he can’t look at you or Namjoon straight anymore. He became more shifty and always in a panic.

It only grew even more when he opened up commissions on some chapters when one of the requests he would frequently get is to write a smut.

“I don’t wanna sexualize them like that,” he frowned, knowing that he wasn’t even sure if he could write one when it was a fluff-centric story.

Other than that, he doesn’t even know what smut means – he only knows ‘mature’ for a rating because that was one of the five tags the website only had 7 years ago.

There was only one person he could ask about it; Someone who is a voracious reader and well-versed with terminology – it was Namjoon.

‘Am I really asking him something about his story?’

If Hoseok’s life was written fiction, this would have to be his story’s conflict.

“Hey, man,” he patted Namjoon's shoulder lightly, making him earn a nod from him in return.

“What’s up?” He was hesitant to answer him but Namjoon had figured it out already, “Need help with work again, don’t you?”

Hoseok shyly nodded, “Yeah, actually, I do.”

“Having a hard time with the JJK mixtape?” he shook his head, making Namjoon lift a brow, “Oh, if that’s not it then what is it?”

He scratched his head while thinking of ways on how he’d word it out properly, “Okay, I just–I don’t know how to ask you this but,” He took a very deep breath, then heaved it out with his whole chest, “–do you know what ‘smut’ means?”

Namjoon stared blankly at an anxious Hoseok who waited for his reply, “...I’m sorry– a what?”

“A smut…?” Hoseok slowly sunk his body to his office chair.

“Porn,” Namjoon mumbled while avoiding his friend's eyes but Hoseok didn’t catch what he said.

“Sorry, what was that?” Hoseok asked with squinted eyes, trying to read Namjoon’s lips.

Namjoon shut his eyes tightly, “It’s porn written in text.”

Hoseok’s ears turned red while Namjoon’s eyes shifted everywhere, checking if anyone had heard him but thankfully, no one did.

‘I shouldn’t have asked, this is hella awkward,’ Hoseok mentally curled in a ball, cringing at himself for even asking such a thing when he finally realized he could’ve just googled it instead.

It’s been a while since Namjoon had time for himself.

Whenever his schedule permits, he visits galleries or spends half of his day in a cafe while reading a book that had sat far too long on his list of things to read. Loving your job is one thing but enjoying your alone time that’s not related to work is another.

Today is his first time trying out the new cafe that had just opened near his apartment. The ambiance screamed for him – it was perfect! He liked how it was rustic with a good balance of modern, but not too intimidating to stay. The best part of it was they have a reading section where customers can read books off the shelves.

He made his way to the counter and greeted the barista warmly, “Hello, one iced americano and a croissant, please.”

She returned an equally warm smile at him as she punched his orders, “Okay, what size for your drink?”

“Large. I’m planning to stay longer,” she nodded.

“Will that be all?” He nodded, handing his card for her to swipe, “Your name, please?”

“Namjoon,” the barista’s eyes grew wide. On the other hand, Namjoon looked at her with so much confusion and worry, “Are you okay?”

She nodded her head and flailed her hands to fan herself, “No way! Someone’s actually named Namjoon? I thought Over Those Hills’ Namjoon was the only one to have such a name!”

Namjoon’s brows knitted as he slowly shook his head, “Uhm– not really? It’s a pretty common name as far as I know.”

The barista’s lips parted in shock, “What? It is? I thought the book’s author made it up?”

He thought she was – what do you call it? – unusual to put it nicely, but he still chuckled at her reaction, “Yeah, I’m guessing that’s your comfort book for you to gush over the characters like that.”

She giggled while nodding at him, “It is! Wordsbyhope is such an amazing writer.”

3 hours have gone by but Namjoon can’t seem to focus on the book he was reading and the moisture of the iced americano he had ordered earlier had started to pool on his table already.

He frowned, annoyed with himself; ever since the barista had recommended her favorite book, he had grown intrigued by it. He hates it whenever it happens – he reads a book, puts it down, then goes on to read something else more interesting.

Assuming that the cafe carried it in their bookshelf, he scanned the shelves one by one but it wasn’t there. ‘Maybe it’s hard to find?’ he thought.

Going back to his table, he pulled out his phone and looked for a certain 'Over Those Hills' in hopes he’d find a reseller who carried it on hand. After a few seconds, he tapped on the first link that redirected him to wordsofhope’s list of works.

“Namjoon and Y/N?” he chuckled. As he read through the warnings and other story notes, his eyes shockingly grew wide at the word count per chapter, “35k!? There’s no way in hell I’m reading all 50 chapters of this!”

The next thing he knows, he’s shedding tears and laughing hysterically at every scene and dialogue of every chapter he has read.

He was so invested with the series, he even made an account to follow the author to get notified every time they decided to update the story. Surprisingly, after hesitating to read all the posted chapters, he had already gone through half of it already.

Just as he finished chapter 35, there was an alert that the author had posted an announcement on his page:

Posted by: wordsofhope Message Board: Hey guys, I’m opening my “request a chapter” commission again. I’m letting you decide how Namjoon and Y/N’s story goes for Chapter 51! I’ll be linking down my comms page in case you’re interested. As always, I’ll only accept one request. Thanks!

“That’s so stupid and exploitative; why would you let someone commission you for a chapter just because you’re running out of ideas?” His forehead creased at the post yet, he still tapped on the link. It was so crazy to him that the author only charged what was considered as underpaid for a commission when their writing is so engaging, “For 2-cents only? If I were them, I wouldn’t write shit this good for free.”

As it turns out, the supporters were beyond happy that the author had delivered their requests just the way they imagined it – sometimes, even exceeding their expectations. One of the supporter’s feedback wrote: Thank you, wordsofhope for that wonderful update! It’s like you went inside my head and put it all in beautifully written words (I’m gonna cry, seriously). I hope you try writing smut next.

Funnily enough, he didn’t just pay the author 2-cents for a chapter. He did something bigger, maybe even better – Namjoon tipped wordsofhope $50 for a fluffy update on Chapter 51 of Over Those Hills.

Was it exploitation in the form of entertainment? Probably. Will he get the most out of what he paid? He’ll make sure of it and so he did. He typed in his request in detail.

Namjoon sighed, “I should really stop reacting if I'm eating my words anyway.”

Hoseok’s eyes bulged and looked like they would pop out of its sockets anytime now, “Fifty-fucking-dollars!? Who the fuck is this user? Rkive? Oh, nice. Well rkive, you’re crazy I'll tell you that!”

This was something he never expected. Usually, he’d let $1 or $2 at maximum slide but $50 was too much money for one post. If this were any other writer, they’d be more than happy to accept it in a heartbeat. However, Hoseok thought it was absurd when there were a lot of writers on the website who wrote stories far better than his. If anything, they were the ones who deserved this kind of tip.

He doesn’t want to sound ungrateful about it; it’s just that he wasn’t confident if he could deliver a chapter that was worth paying for that amount of money.

At first, he wanted to click the ‘decline offer’ button. As soon as he read the request’s note, his heart softened instantly.

Offer Request: rkive has tipped you $50! Message: Hello, wordsofhope. I’m a new reader who just found your story from a barista. If ever you accept my tip, I’d like to request for a fluff update on the 51st chapter. I don’t really know how to describe it but, maybe a scene where Namjoon sees Y/N in a room full of people or something like that. I don’t really write so I wouldn’t know. Your series made me think of someone I really like but can’t bring myself to tell her that. I hope you can channel my feelings through your writing. I’m also sure you’ll give it justice. Thank you in advance :) -rkive

Hoseok sighed. There is no way he’s declining something as heartfelt as this; he had accepted numerous tips and requests but, this was the first time a reader had told him something like this, “Whatever expectation this rkive has, I hope he lowers them.”

It would be a shame to let this supporter down so he made sure to write it as best as he can. He thought of the instances when either yours or Namjoon’s eyes would light up as soon as the other entered the room. Hoseok smiled as soon as he found the opening words to the new chapter.

“Namjoon entered the hall’s heavy double doors, wearing a suit and tie that fitted him well – okay, pretty good – His eyes scanned through the hall until his gaze landed on something…rather, someone–Nice, nice,” Hoseok proofread his work aloud, not even sipping the coffee that he’s holding, “There she was, standing in her black backless dress – does that sound sexy? I don’t know – her eyes met his dark orbs. When she smiled at him, he realized he had just lost a game he has never played – fucking brilliant!”

He typed his author’s note with a big smile, hoping the supporter who requested this chapter enjoyed reading it as much as he had fun writing it.

Author’s Note: This chapter has been requested by rkive! I hope you liked it (but if you didn’t, let me know so I can send back your refund)

“Oh boy, I just know rkive’s gonna love this cliche scene,” after double checking if he had missed out some words or punctuations marks, he scheduled the chapter and called it a night.

Five weeks had passed but sadly, there were still no notifications of the author updating the story.

Namjoon almost lost hope and even thought that he had been ripped off of $50. He just went on with his work and continued checking if the signal flow was good enough, then adjusted the channels once again on parts he wasn’t too happy with it. From time to time, he would check his phone for any alerts – still, he got nothing.

Hoseok tiredly walked into the studio, carrying his laptop with one hand while the other holding a folder. The heavy bags under his eyes gave it away that he had missed a couple of nights of sleep from writing songs and stories. Namjoon craned his neck to greet him but was taken aback by Hoseok’s weary state.

His gaze followed Hoseok, who lazily threw himself on the couch, burying his face and mentally begged for an hour of sleep, “Wow, you look like shit. Rough day?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” he says but, it sounded muffled, “I badly need coffee right now.”

“If you’re paying for mine then, I might go with you,” Namjoon snickered.

Hoseok lifted his head only to roll his eyes, “Fine, it’s on me. You’re lucky my freelance money came in.”

'Freelance money my ass,' he thought to himself.

Namjoon’s was floored at the sudden offer. He slowly clapped his hands while his mouth formed an ‘o,’ surprised that Hoseok was feeling generous today.

'Not me paying him with coffee instead of royalties for using his name,’ was all Hoseok thought about on the way to the coffee shop right around their building’s corner.

While they were waiting for their sandwiches to arrive, Namjoon’s phone finally lit up with the notification he had been waiting for the past weeks.

He hurriedly opened the story’s page and proceeded to read his highly anticipated commissioned chapter. Meanwhile, Hoseok lifted a brow as he watched Namjoon smiling widely at his phone.

“Really? Flirting in front of my latte?” he frowned.

Namjoon chuckled, “I’m not flirting with anyone. I'm reading.”

Hoseok’s brows shot up with excitement, “Oh cool, you’re back to reading again. What book is that?”

Namjoon’s gaze went back and forth between his phone and Hoseok, who was waiting for his answer, “It’s–I–uh, it’s not really a book but kinda like that, if that makes sense?”

He watched Hoseok’s eyes squint as he tried to guess, “So a PDF?”

He shook his head hesitantly, “Kind of but not quite.”

Hoseok ran his fingers through his soft hair, then scratched the back of his head, “Can you just show me what it is instead of making me guess?”

Namjoon sighed and hung his head low. There’s no way of getting out of Hoseok’s insistence at this point when he is also an avid reader himself.

He reluctantly handed his phone to him, which he quickly snatched away from his hands, very excited to read if the synopsis would pique his interest or not.

“Don’t judge me, alright? It’s a good read so your opinion doesn’t matter unless you’ve read it,” Namjoon utters under his breath as he slumped his back to his seat.

“Calm down, I won’t,” Hoseok chuckled.

Much to Hoseok's horror, his smile faltered as soon as he read ‘Over Those Hills by wordsbyhope.’ There was nothing negative he could say about what he was reading when he wrote it himself.

He’s doomed – not yet but, technically, he also is.

He wanted to scream and bawl in the middle of the cafe right at that moment. All along, he thought the odds of either you or Namjoon finding his stories were at zero. Unfortunately, the universe thinks it’s such a good prank to let his story find its way to it's main characters.

“See? You’re judging me and my taste based on what I’m reading,” Namjoon frowned.

“I–uh–no, it’s…it’s interesting–yeah,” Hoseok stammered through his words, “Uhm I need to go to the restroom, be right back!”

He took long strides, almost sprinting, to the men’s restroom to calm himself down in one of the cubicles inside. Pacing in circles inside the small space he was in, Hoseok nervously bit on his fingernails while his heart pounded wildly against his chest.

When he had grown dizzy from all the pacing he did, he leaned against the wall with both hands on his head, “Holy fucking shit, there’s no way this is happening right now!”

Namjoon waited for him to come back but he was taking too long. Growing bored while waiting for his friend, he decided to check the restroom and see if he was okay.

As soon as he got in, there was no sign of Hoseok near the sink or the urinals so he assumed he was in one of the cubicles.

“Hoseok?” Namjoon gently called out with a tad of worry lacing his voice.

Hoseok’s body jolted in surprise at the sound of his voice, “Y-yeah?”

“You okay, man?” Namjoon’s brows knitted together, hoping he was alright inside. “Are you sick?”

Hoseok felt like he was going to pass out anytime; he was breaking out in cold sweats and his body shivered as if he was sick from a fever of some sort, “I–uh–go away, Namjoon! I have…I have diarrhea – Yeah, that’s right – please, j-just wait for me outside and let me shit in peace!”

Namjoon hysterically laughed as he pinched his nose in case the weft of Hoseok's bowel movement entered his airways, “Okay, come out whenever you’re ready.”

Your brother, Taehyung, was very keen for you to meet his new girlfriend. You wished you could roll your eyes at him, but unfortunately, you couldn’t when the girl sitting across from you was so nice.

This has been the sixth time this year that you’re meeting a new girl he had started dating (again) so, you had to put on your best sister facade. You weren’t sure if he just fell in love too fast or was he simply went through women like tissue. Regardless, you were happy as long as he was.

“Soyeon, this is my sister, Y/N." He deadpans at you with a look you knew, "Y/N, this is my girlfriend.”

Taehyung tried to be calm while his darting eyes sent telepathic signals that pleaded: ‘Please, be nice’ which you got right away.

“Hi Soyeo–”

“I can’t believe it! Your name’s really Y/N!” Your eyes grew in surprise when she squealed. Taehyung, on the other hand, winced as he covered his right ear with a finger.

“I–yeah, why? Is there a...problem with my name?” You awkwardly chuckled.

“No, it’s just that I'm reading this series called ‘Over Those Hills’ and I met a customer who shared the same name as one of the main characters and now I met you! This is crazy!” Her excitement burst so much, you and Taehyung had exchanged fake smiles.

From under the table, you and Taehyung were exchanging messages. Both of you tried your best to type accurately without even looking down at your screens. It wasn’t the first time the two of you had done it. However, secretly talking about people in front of them wasn’t nice but, they didn't have a choice.

Y/N: gf's crazy [2:34 PM]

Taehyung: ur being mean rn [2:34 PM]

Taehyung: she’s not crazy just weird [2:34 PM]

Taehyung: I think [2:34 PM]

Y/N: bye bye time me thinks [2:35 PM]

Taehyung: shut up lol [2:35 PM]

Taehyung: but facts tho [2:35 PM]

You tilted your head to the side while squinting your eyes, “I’m sorry, what’s crazy? And why?”

“Because!" Soyeon exasperated. "One of the lead’s love interest is also named Y/N!” Your brows shot up when you finally understood why.

“Funny coincidence?” you chuckled.

“You should try reading it on writeit.com! It’s by wordsbyhope and his stories never miss!” You thought her reaction was cute, albeit weird, but still cute.

By the time you got home, you opened your laptop to look for this story that got Soyeon excited.

You’ve never met anyone who shared the same name as yours; when you were a young girl, you were also bummed out when you couldn’t find any ‘Y/N’ on the keychains that had names written on them. It’s not that you’re interested in reading it; you just wanted to see your name written on something else just for kicks.

When the first link that came up redirected you to a story titled ‘Over Those Hills,’ your eyes quickly looked for your name as you skimmed through the other notes the author had put up about the story. You smiled when you finally found your name, then froze in your seat when you read ‘Namjoon’ beside it.

“...Namjoon?” you blushed at the thought of you and him in a story.

Chances like this aren’t highly possible for it to likely happen, and funnily enough, your disinterest has now turned into curiosity as you clicked on to read the rest of the story.

“Taehyung’s girlfriend was right – this is crazy.”

Unlike Namjoon and Hoseok, you weren’t that much into reading unless you’re interested in it. The only things your short attention span can go through are: articles posted online since the reading time was shorter compared to a book.

It was an emotional roller coaster ride as you read your way through the chapters; you felt the warm sense of love the characters did for each other and cried at the chapters that were written with angst.

You have grown so imbued with the series, you decided to make an account just so you can leave your reactions at the chapters that you liked the most. Unfortunately, as much as you wanted to support the story’s writer, you didn’t want to spend money on a chapter request. Instead, you left comments that were heartfelt and very appreciative.

justwannalook says: I love how Y/N’s constantly growing as the book progresses! Though she isn't real, I'm rooting for her. wordsbyhope replied: Thanks for your kind words! Glad that you enjoyed reading it <3

Every chapter was so good, you couldn’t stop yourself from reading the rest of it until you’d gotten to the most recent chapter that was posted.

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered wildly inside your stomach while your heartbeat felt like it could crush a rib from the erratic pounding it did inside your chest.

“This is so cute! I wonder what it feels like to be looked like that,” you giggled like a high schooler until you’ve finished reading the chapter.

You rarely rave about something that you’ve read through on rare occasions like this, you tend to get carried away as you raved about the story. It’s great that the label had given you some time off on one of their artists’ mixtapes so, what better way of letting your excitement flow than telling an avid reader about it – you message Namjoon.

Y/N: If you told me reading was fun then I would’ve started reading a long time ago [7:20 PM]

Namjoon: lol that’s what I’ve been telling you [7:20 PM]

Namjoon: What book are you reading? [7:20 PM]

Y/N: It’s not really a book but it’s called Over Those Hills [7:21 PM]

Namjoon: No way! I love that series! [7:21 PM]

Y/N: So you’ve read it? I was just about to recommend it to you! [7:22 PM]

Namjoon: Hehe sorry I beat you to it. What are your favorite chapters? [7:22 PM]

Y/N: I think chapters 8, 13, and the 51. What’s yours? [7:23 PM]

Namjoon bit his inner cheek, contemplating whether or not to tell he liked the recent one as well when he paid for it. Not to mention how weird it was for the both of you to talk about a story when it used your names. Regardless, he did enjoy a good book discussion so, he just typed in a different chapter.

Namjoon: I like chapter 32 but my fave is also 51 :) [7:23 PM]

Y/N: I really thought my brother’s girlfriend was crazy when she told me about it [7:24 PM]

Namjoon: Same with the barista that served me. Guess the series’ pretty popular? [7:24 PM]

Y/N: Yeah, looks like it but I can see why [7:25 PM]

The smile that was plastered on your face reached up to your eyes; you were more than happy to have someone to talk to about things that excited you.

The last guy you dated never thought twice of letting you know how uninterested he was whenever you would show him something that excited you. Growing tired of being belittled every day, you decided to end things with him.

Namjoon was right when he said love bombing is another form of an abusive relationship. You wished you had listened to him sooner but, at the end of the day, you don’t regret anything that once made you feel happy.

The day you had told Namjoon about your breakup, he reassured you that you weren’t the problem and you were smart to get out of it as soon as you did. You were also supposed to let Hoseok know but, he was getting busier these days until you’ve completely forgotten about it already.

Hoseok had opened another chapter commission since the comments were filled with requests to open another one.

He rarely does these things as he felt it was ripping off someone else’s ideas and getting money out of it. On the contrary, it was a great way of connecting with his readers – who had spent copious hours reading his works – to the story so he digressed the idea.

“I really need to put up a ‘No Smut’ sign,” he heaved a sigh as he read a supporter’s $3 offered tip.

He wasn’t keen on reading the genre nor was he very experienced with having sex. He had only done it with his past partners exclusively. Not to mention it has been a while since he had been in a relationship.

Seeming that he was at a dead-end and running out of ideas for fluff and angst, he finally gave in but with a person in mind to help him. Someone who was well versed in taking women to bed. Someone who kept him up all night from the loud moans next door – Park Jimin was his guy.

‘Good luck to me. I hope he doesn’t find it weird that I’m asking for his help,’ he thought as he knocked on Jimin’s unit, clutching his laptop close to his chest with clammy hands.

Within seconds, Jimin opened the door and looked at him with all smiles, “Hey, hyung. What’s up?”

Unlike the other neighbors in the complex, Jimin was the friendliest tenant that lived around. He fondly remembers how he offered to help him carry all his things when he first moved in, making Jimin his first friend in the area. The noises that came from his unit annoyed the hell out of Hoseok but he just lets it pass because there’s no way you can hate someone who’s genuinely nice.

“I– yeah, kinda. I'm writing something,” Hoseok nervously chuckled, “I hope you don’t find it weird.”

Jimin’s brows shot up then knitted together, “Well, writing requires a lot of imagination and experience. Of course, I'll help you!” He lit up at Jimin’s response, “Come in, I’ll grab you a beer while we work on it.”

Jimin’s unit screamed so much of his personality the same as Hoseok’s unit did.

They sat comfortably in his living room, sitting across from each other while drinking their beers. As soon as Hoseok had asked him if he could help him brainstorm about how to write smut, Jimin spat his beer out.

“Why are you asking me that?” At this, Hoseok was so ready to retort.

“Because you keep the neighbors up all night with all the loud moans,” Jimin’s face turned red in embarrassment. He looked away with narrowed eyes as he brought a hand all over his face.

“Fine, how can this community dick help you?” He sarcastically smiled, making Hoseok laugh.

“How do you–uh, get things going on?” Hoseok deflated in his seat out of embarrassment.

“Elaborate,” Jimin chuckled, obviously teasing.

“How do you…start it or whatever happens in between?” Hoseok sighed defeatedly, thinking if he should just refund the tip, “I don’t really write things like this but, it’s already been paid for so…”

Jimin grinned at him, seeming to have found a way he could sort out his neighbor’s writing slump, “Okay, I’ll tell you how I usually do it. You can just write it down the exact same way or twist it a little bit. Your call.”

Hoseok listened intently as Jimin went into full detail on how things usually go. He clearly emphasized the importance of building up anticipation and why it was essential before having sex. He also elaborated on the do’s and don'ts of having sex until he had the time of his life when he explained the different kinds of sexual positions women usually enjoyed whenever he did it on them.

All throughout the back and forth throwing of questions, Hoseok blushed every shade of red there was on the color wheel. Jimin found it amusing how a writer who had probably been exposed to various materials was still uncomfortable with the taboo topics. Unlike Hoseok, he was always open to a lot of things he could try. Thankfully, he was available today to help him with his writing.

It was already midnight by the time Hoseok had finished writing the smut scene. Heaving a deep sigh, he tiredly slumped his body on Jimin’s floor, “I set myself up with this request.”

Jimin lightly tapped on Hoseok’s leg, “Get up and read it out loud, I’ll be in the kitchen listening.”

He lifted his head as his eyes followed Jimin, who made his way to the refrigerator to pull a few ingredients out. Jimin’s help was a surefire upgrade to his style of writing. For that, he was thankful for his help.

Finally sitting up, his eyes followed the cursor as he read the part, “It must be the alcohol in his system that gave him the courage to pull her back against his chest. Slowly snaking his arm around her waist, his other hand moved her hair to the side.”

Jimin hummed with approval, “Okay, good.”

“‘Why do you always walk away from me?’ Namjoon asked as he breathed her scent in, his lips tracing the outline of her jaw, sending shivers down her spine – Jimin, this is nasty as shit!” Hoseok groaned out frustratingly while Jimin only rolled his eyes at him.

“What do you mean? The anticipation is perfect,” Jimin looked at him with both hands on his waist, “Go on, hyung.”

Hoseok sighed when he got to the actual smut, “I can’t believe I wrote this – He held both of her hands over her head, slowly lifting the hem of her dress – oh my god! – Namjoon smirked smugly, ‘I could get used to this view’ – that’s so out of character for him!”

Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose from all of Hoseok’s side comments, “Listen, your series’ timeline doesn’t even matter when they’re jumping from one lifetime to another. Stephen Hawking even said you’re not the same person right now compared to the parallel universe version of yourself.”

Jimin was right. He enjoyed writing the story so much was that he had a lot of creative freedom in writing whatever he wanted to give the characters – which was usually the complete opposite of how both Namjoon and you were in real life. Though Jimin was too honest with his words, he immensely appreciated it.

“Looks like this chapter’s good to go,” Jimin grinned.

Hoseok pouted, slowly nodding his head, “I hope so. Thanks for the help, Jimin.”

When Hoseok had finally put the story up for reading, the first thing that you read on the chapter warning was the word ‘smut.’ Your eyes grew wide, unsure if you should read it or not.

No matter how good the series was, there’s no denying it was weird that you and Namjoon shared the same names as the characters. It was written in so much detail that it felt like the two of you were actually doing it even if you weren’t.

You blushed deeply as you anxiously read the chapter, only to blush even more at the smut scene. Never in a million years have you imagined having sex with Namjoon even if you had the biggest, fattest crush on him. However, it would be a lie to say that Chapter 54 wasn’t good – It was excellent.

Having enjoyed this part, you quickly went to the comments section to leave your satisfied review about it. As soon as you clicked the ‘Send Comment’ button, one comment from a user that went by ‘parkjm’ caught your eye.

“Wait what!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, making your neighbors whip their heads in your house’s direction.

Meanwhile, Namjoon bit on his fingernails as he apprehensively read every word in the current update. The chapter was about two spies falling in love but resisting the urge to be together. It wasn’t something new but the way the author had written it with enemies to lovers in mind was mind-blowing.

"Oh god, that’s wild," his eyes grew wider and wider as soon as he read the steamy scene.

There was nothing intelligent Namjoon could say – at best, he thinks he forgot how to think or speak at this point. When he finished reading it, he decided to leave his appreciation for doing well on their first smut.

Hoseok scrolls through the comments and rating with a smile. The feedback from his readers were great, and Jimin's comment of support surely made it ten times better.

Parkjm commented: Hyung, this chapter is amazing! Let me know if you need my help again on writing the smuts next time *wink* #HoseokTopTierWriter

However, as soon as he scrolled further into the comments section, the thread under Jimin's comment made his jaw drop to the floor in shock.

justwannalook replied: JUNG HOSEOK!? rkive replied: See you on Monday, Hoseok :) wordsbyhope (rest) replied: OH GOD

Usually, you and Namjoon would exchange reactions through text whenever the series was updated. However, although the recent update was great, it was awkward to talk about it with each other after finding out that it was Hoseok’s story they were reading all along.

Both of you didn’t know whether to feel angry or not but one thing’s for sure: you needed to know why Hoseok was doing this.

Meanwhile, Hoseok was panicking in his room, gripping at his hair, “Oh fuck, oh shit, I did this to myself! I’m dead!”

He spent his weekend isolating himself in his unit, sleeplessly worrying about how he’ll face you and Namjoon with a good reason why he did it. He panicked so hard he decided to put his account on an indefinite hiatus without telling any reason why.

It wasn’t his business to pry on your and Namjoon’s relationships yet he agonized over the fact that the both of you can never meet eye to eye and see how actually good you would be with each other.

Out of everyone in the office, the both of you were the people he cared most about.

The dreaded Monday finally came.

‘I should’ve texted my mom goodbye before I die today,’ was he thought about as he nervously entered the building.

His legs were shaking uncontrollably as he sauntered his way to the studio you and Namjoon usually worked on. The both of you were very professional so he wasn’t worried about that – however, he was worried about the reactions he’d get.

His clammy palms held on the doorknob tightly for a moment, still trying to find the courage to open it and enter. When his hand that seemed to have a mind of its own twisted the knob, a pair of eyes landed on him was a glare.

“H-hey, guys?” He awkwardly greeted them.

“Well, if it isn’t wordsbyhope. Happy Monday, Hoseok,” Namjoon sarcastically greeted him.

“Hoseok, why?” you mumbled, trying your best not to add any more tension to the situation. Usually, you never speak that much in intense confrontations let alone find yourself the topic.

There was nothing that Hoseok felt but shame as he looked at you worriedly. Unlike you, Namjoon wasn’t afraid of probing him with specific questions, “Didn’t it ever cross your mind if it made us uncomfortable?”

You watched as Hoseok frowned and felt bad for him, “Namjoon, Y/N I–”

“You what?” Namjoon lifted a brow at him, jaw clenching as he waited for his reason. “Care to explain why you wrote about us?”

Hoseok’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he sighed deeply, “I’m really sorry if I resorted to writing about the two of you. It’s just…It’s frustrating to see how much you liked each other but never shoot any shots.”

Your brows furrowed, “But that doesn’t answer our question.”

“I tried to set you guys up to date but, the both of you were so bad at flirting all my efforts were useless,” At this point, Hoseok looked like a lost puppy, “Other than that, I needed another creative outlet because Jungkook’s mixtape was burning me out so bad.”

Both you and Namjoon’s brows shut up, recounting all the times that Hoseok had bailed out of you at the very last minute – there was that trip to Busan, that time when they were supposed to see a new museum with him, and then the movie theater.

All along, they thought he was just unlucky to get himself in unfortunate emergencies. As it turns out, he was just trying to get them to spend time with each other.

Hoseok’s burnout was also true. It showed in his current work how drastic the difference it had compared to his previous ones. He was always the brain in songwriting in the company but, his poor performance is putting him under hot water lately.

On a brighter note, ever since he started writing for fun, his work improved a lot that’s why he was able to finish Jungkook’s mixtape before the deadline.

“But Y/N doesn’t like me, she likes you,” Namjoon mumbled, “Why would you force her with me when I’m not the person she wants” Your mouth hung open at his assumption.

“W-what? No!” Both men looked at you strangely.

“No?” They said in unison.

“I–I uh–I like…,” you took a deep breath before going on, “–I like…you,” you looked down at your shoes in embarrassment.

Namjoon’s heart felt like it was about to crack but he tried to pull himself together, “See? She likes you, Hoseo–”

“No, I meant you…Joon,” you shyly admitted. Taking a quick glance at Hoseok, you timidly say, “But writing a story about us was unnecessary, Hoseok.”

Hoseok looked at the both of you, very apologetic of what he had done, “I’m sorry If I thought that it would be a good idea to write a happy story that you deserved when I can’t let you guys see how good you are for each other,” he slumped his shoulders in defeat. “Y/N, Namjoon…I’m really sorry, you guys. I’ll close down my account after work.”

You understood Hoseok but, you weren’t sure if Namjoon did. You simply sighed, willing to let it all go now, “I don’t think you can do that.” Hoseok looked at you with furrowed brows when you started giggling, “You can’t when I paid for Chapter 55 already.”

Hoseok’s jaw gaped wide, “You’re justwannalook!?”

Namjoon gulped after finding out that you paid for a request. Being mad about it is pointless now when he also paid Hoseok to write a chapter for him.

Seeing that this is a good opportunity, he decided to join in, “Uh and I’m rkive. The one who requested for Chapter 51 to be fluff.”

Both of Hoseok’s hands rested on his head from utter shock, “You’re the one who paid me $50 for an update!? Why are you throwing money like you’re in a strip club!?”

Your head quickly whipped to where Namjoon, who was awkwardly looking at you and Hoseok, was, “You paid $50 for Chapter 51!? That’s my favorite chapter!”

Namjoon slowly nodded, nervous about what reaction he’d get from you, “Y-yes…? I got it after 5 weeks of waiting”

“5 weeks!?” You looked at them with a horrified look. Meanwhile, Hoseok felt like he was about to pass out any time when you pointed your finger at him, “This is so unfair, I paid $130 then he announced a hiatus!”

“$130!” Namjoon’s brows shot up, lips parted at how much you gave Hoseok. He looked at Hoseok with a disgusted look on his face, “And all I got was free coffee?”

“He treated you with coffee?” You lifted a brow at Hoseok, whose soul looked like it had already left his body.

“I’m really, really, sorry about it. I’ll do anything, please,” Hoseok whimpered with eyes tight shut. There was a brief silence that lasted for a while.

You glanced over at Namjoon, who was also highly strung as you were. You gasped when he was already looking. He nervously smiled at you while shrugging his shoulders, mouthing ‘So?’ while his finger pointed back and forth between him and you.

‘Is he asking me out?’ You thought with your head cocked to the side as you tried to decipher what he was saying.

In response, you mouthed back an ‘Date?’ to which he nodded.

Bringing a hand over your mouth, you felt your face heat up. At the same time, you tried to stifle your giggles when Namjoon signaled for you to wait with his hands.

The silence was too much for Hoseok already so, he slowly peeled one eye open to check what was happening. Much to his surprise, he saw both of you smiling at him, “W-what?”

“So, anything, huh?” Namjoon’s lips ghosted a smirk, making Hoseok even more terrified of what was about to come out next.

“Y-yeah, anything man,” Hoseok nodded swiftly.

“Even a refund?” You tried to stifle your chuckles when Hoseok nodded with hesitation.

“Uhm–uh–sure?” You and Namjoon looked at each other, exchanging smiles.

“Then it’s settled – you’re paying for our first official date,” The both of you chuckled at how dumbfounded Hoseok was.

Hoseok just stared blankly at the wall, brows furrowed and mouth agape. When you asked if he wanted to join you and Namjoon out for lunch, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything out of pure shock with how things had turned out. Knowing that it’ll take him a while to process everything, the both of you decided to leave him on his own for the meantime and promised to bring him a meal when you get back.

As he sat alone in the studio, he smiled like a proud idiot when it finally dawned on him that Plan Z was a success, “At least it was worth all the hassle.”

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Definition: a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a suboptimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive.

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: idol!AU; toxic relationships; angst; fluff; smut

Warnings (more written in individual chapters): unhealthy relationship dynamic; cussing; explicit sexual conversations; pining; unrequited love; miscommunication; trouble setting personal boundaries

Summary: You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

❗️PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE DIVING IN: This series involves toxic, unhealthy relationship dynamics and themes. I am in no way promoting or encouraging said themes. If you are triggered by such topics, you are free to skip this story. Note that the characterizations here are purely fictional. If you've read any of my fics, you'll know that I get pretty dramatic with my writing so please keep that in mind. It gets better though, I promise 😇

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Ryen you are killing us with your writing! I loved this! I just never want to stop reading about Yoongi & Reader (that's not to pressure you in any way! 😂)

When Bro first knocked in the door...

“Are you taking a shit?”

Oh, god. Grabbing perfume, you yell out, “No, just wait! Goddamn!”

“God, you always take so fucking long.” 

This had me howling!! Having 2 brothers, i really felt for Reader 😂

And the look between Jin & Joon at the end...I JUST LOVE IT!

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the window (3tan) (m) | myg

title:the window (m)   pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)   series:masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au   summary: you get to spend the holidays in a lavish private lodge with your brother and all his friends. but you’re just really fucking sad tonight… and maybe a bit mad, too. note: so in order to not fall more behind than i already am, i went ahead and combined both holiday specials into one🥃this one came about due to window anon’s reminder about yoongi’s window threat, and everyone that proceeded to cause outright chaos all day after that. so if you want someone to yell at for this, yell at them!!! note 2: this is a holiday special! therefore where it fits/if it fits in future canon is not disclosed. so this can be enjoyed as a one-shot, but i still highly recommend reading all the three tangerines series if you haven’t yet<3 it’ll make things make a lot more sense.  warnings: strong language, alcohol, this yoongi requires his own warning tbh, chains making a comeback who is shocked!!!, or*l (m rec), manhandling, hitting it from the back a ha ha, angst :(((, masturb*tion, exhibiti*nism, omg we’re kinda pissed y’all😳, ….c*ckwarming, rough s*x, slow motion l o l, missi*nary, protected s*x, cmnf (clothed male), pain kink :)), kissing haha, !!!angry!!!s*x!!!!, c*wgirl, light d*m/sub dynamics, tense scenes, bro appearance, body worship, yoongi is deliciously aggravating, but so is brat!reader<333, ch*king (m/f rec), head/hair pulling (m/f), multiple org*sms, yoongi’s fit is basically 2022 grammys have funn🥴, cute af aftercare<3 drop date: january 10th, 2023, 7:17pm est word count: 15.3k bc i can’t stfu !! 

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summary: When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

✨ title: fool for you - mini-series | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ total word count: 24.9k | ✨ rating: r ✨ genre/au: fluff, angst, romance | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: alcohol consumption, language, soft boyfriend vibes jungkook (yes, it’s a warning), hand holding, kissing, peer pressure, reader gets drunk (pls drink responsibly), mentions of (cheating, sex, fingering, throwing up), smol kisses, jungkook is v suggestive, banter, light touching, sexual innuendos, long hair yoongi shows up for a like a split second, jungkook is a sweetheart, mild jealously, flirting, jungkook + reader are insecure, miscommunication, jk is a sweet dummy, but we love him anyway, jieun is just as insecure as reader and jungkook (yes, i'm trying to make y'all feel bad for her), confessions, taehyung's a good friend, time skip, jin's shoulders (you'll understand when you see the photo), yoongi shows up again, making out, marking, a smol not so smol erection 🙈, groping, touching ✨ playlist | ✨ have questions or want drabbles? drop them here.

✨ part one | wc: 1.8k

when jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

✨ part two | wc: 4.0k

jungkook won't give up until you say yes.

✨ part three | wc: 5.7k

jungkook wants to go to another party, but you have other things in mind.

✨ part four | wc: 5.5k

the end of the year carnival causes some jealousy and insecurity.

✨ part five - final | wc: 7.7k

you have to decide if jeon jungkook is perfectly wrong for you.

✨ drabble; the first date | wc: 974 words

Jungkook takes you on a first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend.

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Definition: a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a suboptimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive.

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: idol!AU; toxic relationships; angst; fluff; smut

Warnings (more written in individual chapters): unhealthy relationship dynamic; cussing; explicit sexual conversations; pining; unrequited love; miscommunication; trouble setting personal boundaries

Summary: You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

❗️PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE DIVING IN: This series involves toxic, unhealthy relationship dynamics and themes. I am in no way promoting or encouraging said themes. If you are triggered by such topics, you are free to skip this story. Note that the characterizations here are purely fictional. If you've read any of my fics, you'll know that I get pretty dramatic with my writing so please keep that in mind. It gets better though, I promise 😇

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Ok, i'm loving the start of this and excited to see where this goes!

Cable Management (Part 1)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Pairing - Junkook x reader

Genre - non-idol!au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, future smut, comedy

Rating - 18+

Word count - 2k

Summary - Your job is more hassle than it’s worth. Horrible layouts, even worse cable management and to top it all off… there’s extremely rude (and hot and weirdly cool?) men staring at your ass in the hallway. You’re also hungry.

Warnings (per chapter) - swearing, minor head bump but it’s not graphic (or that sore tbh), bad pickup lines, bad cable management (listen I would appreciate the tag so you’re getting it too)

A/N - Hello! This is my first EVER story to post! I’m kinda nervous but I also don’t actually think anyone will even see this? I was just gonna post this and then decide if I should go on with it or not. Being honest I don’t have a solid style or anything yet but I know I enjoy less serious stuff so that’s the vibe I’m going for. Easy breezy. I would appreciate any feedback or ideas or even your favourite recipes. 

Much love - J x

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Okay so this wasn’t going as well as you thought it would be. It was supposed to be a quick 20 minute job as your last one of the day before you went home. Simple, replace one (1) ethernet cable in an apartment complex at request of the landlord. Gravy train, cake walk, other food metaphors.

Whoever designed this layout is a total ass.

The area you need to shimmy into is somehow behind the world’s smallest panel and also essentially at ground level. You’ve also now dropped your phone in the small gap just as you managed to get the torch up on it, light side down. It’s pitch black in the tiny crawl space and yeah you’ve got the knee pads for it (part of the job, though come in handy for your latest impulse purchase of quad skates) but do you have the lack of dignity?

This job pays well.

Doing a quick scan around the resident hallway you see nothing but fancy fake plants (maybe they’re real? How is the lighting in here so good?) and even fancier doormats.

It’s go time.

You grab your torch (which yes, should have been your first option, but autopilot’s a bitch) and the cable and start shuffling through the small hatch. You spot your phone and pocket it before you forget. The next step is easy, just replace the busted cable with the new one and mosey on out.

Christ, this is the worst cable management you’ve ever seen in your life.

It’s physically painful. Everything is different colours for no reason and there’s not a label in sight. Contrary to popular belief at your company, no you can not just ‘sense’ which cable does what. Everyone only thinks you can because you’re so quick working with the company property. Funnily enough it’s because you have a penchant for label makers and some common sense. Wild.

You’re narrowing down your choices through the process of elimination and sheer will power. You’ve got 3 solid contenders to go from so you check your correspondence with the landlord to see if there was any sort of guidance you missed. There was not. “Yeah we supply high speed internet to all residents as part of our building package, though there’s one area in the building where the internet has gone down”. Awesome, thanks for nothing. Fuckin’ landlords.

The simple option here is to replace all 3, the cables are pretty cheap and it would save you a lot of time trying to figure out this bombsite of wires. With that decision made you start to shuffle out backwards, ass first back into the hallway. Standing back up and cracking your back (you know you shouldn’t but God it’s so satisfying) you bend to your backpack to get the extra 2 cables.

“You’re gonna blind someone with that ass”

Fuck, your hallway recon was a failure. Someone is in the hallway. Someone RUDE and clearly about to be fucking annoying.

Spinning round on your heel, you decide to confront this asshole.

“Excuse me?” you seethe, “what the hell kind of thing is that to say to a stranger?”

He’s got a black facemask on and a matching baseball cap. Actually, he’s entirely in black clothing too. Tight t-shirt and skinny jeans snatched with a simple black leather belt. Chunky boots on bottom. You kind of want to ask where he got the boots from but your pride won’t allow that right now. His tattoos are pretty sick too but, once again…pride. You can see a mixture of regret but also amusement in his eyes. This riles you up further.

“Listen, dude, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but I am not in the mood for this right now. Take your shitty pickup lines and move along, I’ll be done here soon”

Having said your piece and not caring for his, you return to your backpack in search of the cables.

“AAAHHH! My EYES! My precious and gorgeous EYES are BURNING!”

This motherfucker.

“What the fuck is your problem dude!? I’m just trying to do my job and quite frankly I find you creepy. So take yourself and your stupid mouth out of my vicinity, or I’ll wrap one of these cables around your idiot neck” you finish with a smile and a quick demonstrative tug on the cable currently in your hands.

To his credit, he does have more regret in his eyes than before, but there’s still a glint of amusement in his eyes, like he’s about to challenge you. Now you’re not small by any means, but this dude does look pretty jacked. Your joke earlier about the whole cable and the idiot neck thing seems a bit far fetched in retrospect.

Double down, bitch.

“Alright fucknut, stop gawking and get a mo-”

“Your ass is literally shining, like… Your phone torch was shining in my face” he smirks, victorious.

Fuck.

You snatch your phone from your back pocket and turn the torch off, huffing. Maybe a little (lot) embarrassed. Meanwhile smug asshole side steps you slightly to gawp at your ass again.

“Still blinding though, damn”

You sigh and will your (face) cheeks to return to a reasonable colour.

“Alright you’ve made your point, sorry for shining my torch in your face, you can move on now”

This time you grab the other two cables and immediately try to escape into the hatch to avoid further eye contact.

It’s going well, this is fine. You can’t see him and he hasn’t said anything else so this move was the right choice. Fuck, your knees hurt from dropping too fast. This is almost as sore as when you knee planted approximately 14 minutes after getting your quad skates. You really need to practice falling graciously. Fall on your bum, the internet said, it’s easy, they said.

Focus.

You’ve replaced 2 of the 3 cables and now you’re relaxed knowing Mr. Asshole has decided to leave you alone. He probably lives here (obviously, you’re in an apartment complex and he was in the hallway holding keys), but once this job is done you can close the hatch and report back to the landlord. Replacing the 3rd cable proves to be a pain due to how it tangles in with the rest of the wires, so you have to back out of the hatch to give yourself some room to coax it out with you. You take 4 shuffles back before your ass hits something solid. Whipping your head up fast to determine the object, you smack your head clean off the hatch top and immediately face plant back to the floor.

This is why cable management is important. Fucking ASSHOLES.

“Fuck! Are you okay?”

Incredible, absolutely incredible.

Sore knees, sore head, sore face, wounded pride, and now come to think of it, you’re pretty fucking hungry too.

“Why are you still here?” You ask, squinting back at Mr. Asshole who has apparently stayed completely stationary and silent during the ordeal.

“You’re literally blocking my door” he says, pointing at a door where you’ve rested one of your tote bags against.

“Are you fucking serious? Just move the bag? Are those arms for show?” You cry, getting more angry and hungrier by the second.

He’s still not moving, why? You finally twist and sit up to lean against the wall and take the L. He’s still wearing a facemask but you just know this bitch is smirking.

“You like my arms?” He giggles. GIGGLES.

You snatch your tote bag from in front of the door and start to pack up, 2 out of 3 is a pretty good chance. You can always convince the landlord whatever goes wrong is because of the poor cable management. You can also convince him that someone (not you) needs to come back and sort that, it’s clearly dangerous if your current state is anything to go by.

Mr. Asshole has gone into his apartment thankfully and you’re winding up the one wire you didn’t swap out to put back in your bag. This 20 minute job has sucked. This building sucks. Landlords always suck. This guy who’s door you’re outside of su-

“Here, I’m sorry you bumped your head, I didn’t mean to startle you” there’s a bottle of water and a tray of painkillers in front of your face.

“Please take them, they’re still in the tray and sealed cause I know you think I’m creepy” he actually manages to look a little hurt, too. Fucker.

Squinting your eyes at him you take both items. They are both sealed, like he said. The water bottle has been in the fridge and the painkillers look… Normal. They pass the vibe check.

“…thanks” you mumble, uncapping the water.

“Don’t mention it, shiny butt”

You choke on the water.

“Let me walk you to the lift?”

You cough out the rest.

Catching your breath you consider your options. Fight with Captain Douche and stay here longer, or just take the hit and finally go home to massage your knees…and eat.

“…fine, but only so I can leave this cluster fuck of a building”

He smiles, from what you can see, and grabs your heavy backpack from the ground. He hands your tote bag to you and heads off to the lifts.

It’s pretty awkward on the ride down to the parking garage, as was expected. He didn’t make any more passes at you or attempt to be cheeky. He didn’t actually say anything, just stood next to you in silence. So why does he look so giddy?

The doors open to the garage and you step forwards. You awkwardly hover in front of the doors so they don’t close while Mr. Asshole hands you your bag.

“Thanks for carrying this I guess…bye”

You start heading towards your parked bike, tying your hair into a low ponytail so you can get your helmet comfortably on. You shove your tote into your backpack and start strapping it to the rear of your bike when you hear a small gasp. You turn back towards the lifts to see Mr. Asshole staring at you with the widest eyes you’ve ever seen. He even takes his baseball cap off to shove his hair out his face to see better. Ah. You’ve been here before.

It’s the big motorbike effect.

Kind of still gives you a bit of a thrill to be honest. You love your bike and you love how confident it makes you feel. Shit’s heavy though.

“Oh my GOD that’s yours!?” He practically screams.

“No I just enjoy strapping my belongings to other people’s vehicles to see what happens to them”

God, you’re funny.

You swear you hear him whisper “fuckin’ step on me” but it could be your heightened ego talking.

With all prep done you take your seat and put your helmet on, you revv a few times (who doesn’t like a show) and you’re just about to leave when Mr. Asshole speaks up.

“I’m jungkook by the way”

“That’s nice… bye” you’ve started walking your bike backwards out of the parking space. Glancing back to make sure you’re good to go, you notice the lift again.

He’s stopping the doors from closing and holds up something between two tattooed fingers (fuck, those tattoos really are cool) for you to see. Squinting, you can make it out to be the key card you were given to enter the building via the lifts. The fuck? How did he even get that?

“So I’ll be seeing you again I’m sure. My internet is still down and shiny butt the biker babe needs to come back and fix that” he steps back with a flourish and a wink, letting the lift doors close in front of him.

Gawping at the lift, you can faintly hear what you would describe as a manic cackle, declining in volume as the lift goes up.

This MOTHERFUCKER.

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the second time | myg | masterlist

key: ☁️ fluff | 🌑 angst | 🌟 smut

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the second time ☁️🌟 | original oneshot (start here!) → the reason your best friend left you on read for a week isn't what you think it is.

d r a b b l e s

beneath the moon (ksj x knj) 🌑 | spinoff drabble → as seokjin turns thirty, he thinks about what he might be losing.

the second time he said "i love you" ☁️ | drabble → as it turns out, yoongi has all the time in the world for you.

a minor dispute of the feline variety ☁️ | drabble → you bring home a surprise. yoongi has something to say about it.

sweet toothache ☁️ | drabble → you have a problem, and yoongi is determined to fix it.

the third year ☁️🌑 | drabble → even at your lowest, yoongi can't imagine doing life without you.

heart got teeth | knj

(or, the one where namjoon meets his match and isn’t quite sure how to handle you.)

→ pairing: namjoon x f. reader → genre: pwp; smut, angst, enemies to fwb to lovers (kinda) → rating: explicit. minors dni. → warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, reader is kind of a dickhead for a while but namjoon is a very into it and generally a horny disaster so it cancels out, side jihope because i can, hobi can’t hold his alcohol and namjoon says baby a lot so this is basically canon compliant, this is just porn with a crumb of plot so i will do my best with the explicit tags: kissing, joon has a wet dream, oral sex (m/f receiving), masturbation (namjoon does it a lot, reader once), fingering, i think there’s a handjob, dirty talk, dom undertones but nothing full-on, thigh riding, facesitting, referenced semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, one ass slap, very light choking, namjoon is just down really bad idk what else to say. → wordcount: 12k → playlist: 5 seconds of summer - teeth • monsta x - nobody else • waterparks - stupid for you • poppy - all the things she said • namasenda - 24/7 • bastille - goosebumps • monsta x - wildfire → a/n: this is a fic i wrote for an old fandom and reworked/rewrote to work in this context, so if it looks familiar, it is. don’t report me, i promise it’s mine. :’) as always, thank you to lauren, jess, and bee for looking this over and catching all my fuckups. you all are the best and i would be a whole clown without the three of you.

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About Time (Time Leap!au, Soulmate!au) | Jungkook x reader x Jimin (feat. ot7) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

Carousel (Arranged Marriage!au, CEO!au, Heirs!au) | Min Yoongi x reader (feat. ot7) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ ➛ Summary | He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

Blood Moon Rising (Supernatural!au, Vampire!au, Werewolves!au) | Jimin x reader (feat. ot7) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | What happens when the only people you have put your trust in only repay you with betrayal?     ↪ The Shifters Series masterlist

In Motion (Masturbation Club!au) | Jungkook x reader | ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✩·.¸ 

Flux (Min Yoongi x reader x Jeon Jungkook) | Polyamorous!au | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎    ↪ Chapters masterlist

Red Series (Min Yoongi) | Secrets of Pleasure | ✿ ♡ ✎    ↪ Chapters masterlist

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summary: in which jungkook wants you all for himself (and bam) and you buy him flowers.

> fluff, a little angst / wc: 2.8k

> warnings: jk gets pissed off at a guy who tries hitting on you T_T, making out!!

note: i couldn’t resist and here i am with the post-jungkook live effect [deep sigh] as always i hope you enjoy and i also hope you let me know if you did <333

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standing infront of the door of your apartment, you struggle to unlock it with your fingerprint because of the paper bag you’re hugging to your chest and the small bouquet of red roses occupying your other hand. in the end, you decide to put down the paper bag on the cold tiled floor. you press your index finger on the rectangular pad above the numbers before turning the doorknob.

the familiar ringing of the door opening and closing make jungkook and bam comically perk up at the same time. the dog stands up by resting his front legs on the backrest of the sofa, tail excitedly wagging as he anticipates your arrival in the living room.

“hello, baby. i’m home.” you sweetly hum as you pad across the floor with your feet only clad in white socks after lazily leaving your shoes by the doormat.

jungkook isn’t even sure if you meant ‘baby’ as in him or bam, but that thought shortly gets pushed to the back of his mind when his confused doe eyes zoom in on the flowers you’re securely cradling.

relieving yourself of its weight, you finally set down the paper bag from the convenience store, sliding your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants to leave it on top of the center table as well. bam jumps off the sofa sniffing loudly at the flowers, but you quickly raise your arm to put it out of his reach.

“no- no, bamie. you can’t eat this! this is for your daddy.” you tell him with a giggle, digging your hand into the paper bag to dish out the new toy you bought him.

“for me?” your boyfriend chips in to the conversation with a toothy grin, but his question is left unanswered as you squeeze the yellow fish to make it squeak.

the high-pitched sound makes bam hyper. he stretches out his front legs forward, leaning down on his elbows — a posture that usually indicates that he wants to play. you throw the toy into the air and it lands near his house. he runs after it not even a second later, nails clicking against the floor. he carries it in his mouth and jumps on the other corner of the couch, living in his own little bubble to chew to his heart’s desire.

jungkook steals this opportunity to snake an arm around your waist, pulling you down to the open space next to him. you whimper in surprise as you fall on top of the bundle of blanket he abandoned, lifting your butt quickly to remove it from under you. bam inches closer to snuggle against the soft cotton, ears abruptly moving in curiosity when he successfully makes the toy squeak too.

“where are these from, huh? was someone trying to steal you away from me again?”

they almost make you instantaneously melt — his deep voice laced with half humor and half truth of bitterness, accompanied by a soft squeeze of your hip.

“babe!” you scold him with a laugh to mask how flustered you’ve become, as if you’re still not used to his flirting after all these years. “i passed by a flower shop on the way home and i thought i should be the one to buy them for you for a change.”

you extend the hand holding the bouquet, eyes twinkling with devotion that causes his resolve to crumble into ruins. it never stood a chance in the first place.

—

you walked away from the cashier while stuffing the book you just bought inside your tote bag, the man you strongly refused to allow and pay for it still hot on your heels.

“wait! i’m sorry. let me just- uh-”

you froze awkwardly before the lean and blonde stranger who blocked your path to the door, probably standing somewhere around 5’10. based on his complete nike get-up, you were pretty sure he was outside for an afternoon jog.

“i just wanted to let you know that i think you’re very beautiful, and maybe ask if we can hang out this weekend? at my place?”

and you could tell he was trying his best to appear confident, but the shaky hand that was holding out the bouquet of fresh tulips betrayed him. it was the first time in your life that you found your favorite flowers to be undesirable, no matter how perfectly and intricately arranged the beautiful colors were.

‘at my place?’ what the hell happened to chivalry? oh, a lost art indeed.

despite being extremely irritated at him for causing an embarrassing scene infront of the cashier earlier in addition to this, you forced yourself to give him an apologetic smile for the sake of being polite.

that was when jungkook came back after buying two cups of hotteok from a cart only half a block away. his walking pace slowed down as he watched the scene unfold through the glass separating the bookstore from the sidewalk, eyebrows knitting in growing confusion and annoyance. he failed to read your lips while you were talking. by then he was already prepared to join the conversation, even more after he realized that he recognized the man.

however, before he could reach the door, you were already pushing it open. the gush of wind blew through your hair, and your face lit up when you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend holding your favorite snack. with a thrilled smile, you practically skipped your way to him and took the cup from his left hand.

“you got them! the line was pretty long so i thought they would sell out before your tur-”

your smile slowly faded when you realized he wasn’t listening. jungkook’s eyes were too busy shooting daggers at the stranger walking to the trash can, jaw clenching when he saw how aggressively he slammed down your dearly beloved flowers. he was the only one to notice the lone orange tulip that slipped and fell on the ground, firmly rejected and thoughtlessly discarded.

your warm hand held his cheek, gently coaxing him to look at you instead.

“what did he say? did he touch you?“

it’s very rare to see jungkook this seriously angry. therefore, you are only reminded at times like this that he can be scary if he wants to. at first, you thought his protectiveness would only last until the early stages of your relationship and eventually fade like those who came before him, but he never changed.

you shook your head, rubbing his arm in an attempt to soothe his temper. “no, not at all. he was kind of stubborn but i handled it just fine.”

he only nodded in response, features still hardened, but relief washed over him after confirming that nothing dangerous happened to you while he was gone. but he was swept off his feet before his mind could run for another mile. you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, the torrid kiss you granted him with lasting seconds. insatiably craving more of your ministrations, he made a move to chase your lips, but a rude car honk jolted him awake to the fact that you were still in public.

you gave him a coy smile. “want to eat ramen with me at home? i’m getting cold.”

“let’s go home, baby.” he hums in agreement. “i’ll warm you up.” he hung his tattooed arm over your shoulder, guiding you to his other side to put himself between you and the rushing vehicles passing by.

he spared another sharp glance at the bookstore before walking away. he met the eyes of the asshole who has been indiscreetly observing you still regardless of the disaster that just transpired. he panicked at the interaction and turned on his heel, disappearing into the fiction aisle.

jungkook smirked, shaking his head in disdain before taking the first bite off his hotteok.

—

walking didn’t seem to help shake off his inflexible thoughts.

“something still bothers me about that guy.” he mumbled after tossing your empty cups in the trash bin you passed by.

“what is it?” you frowned worriedly, intertwining your fingers with his. by this time the glorious sun has started to set, splashing the sky with light orange paint that reflected on his honey skin.

“he was already there when we went in the bookstore. i know he saw us holding hands. i’m obviously your boyfriend.” vexation continued to run in his veins until it dripped from his tongue. his satoori accent came out thick and heavy as he spoke with wide, expressive eyes. “and he still had the fucking audacity to go out and buy you flowers?”

your lips parted open in surprise, tilting your head to the side as you tried to recall the surroundings when you entered the establishment earlier. no wonder he was instantly upset and worried.

“i don’t remember seeing him . . . but you know, if he’s as brazen as you think he is, why did he only approach me when you left?”

your stream of thoughts got interrupted by a scandalous gasp when you arrived at a new angle of looking at the situation.

“he invited me to his place.” you halted on your tracks, glaring back at your previous location. you were already five blocks away from the bookstore, and you wish he could magically feel the negative energy you were exuding from the distance. “so did he really think i’m that kind of-”

you instinctively pulled back your boyfriend by tightly grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. “hey! where are you going?”

his jaw clenched, tongue prodding the inside of his cheek — telltale signs that he was unquestionably pissed off. “baby, i won’t let that one slide.”

alright, this is not good. not good at all. perhaps you should start learning how to stop saying your thoughts out loud.

“but he’s not worth the time.” you pouted sadly, wrapping your arms around his waist so he wouldn’t be able to walk away. “i just want to go home and cuddle with you and our child while watching the new chainsaw man e-p.”

he breathed out a sigh to compose himself. the proposition you laid out was undeniably irresistible, albeit a bait of distraction. but he knew you were just keeping him in check before he impulsively acts again. he gave your forehead a chaste kiss, honeyed lips a little sticky from the sugar syrup of the hotteok filling.

“okay then. let’s do that.”

—

“are you still annoyed about yesterday?” you poke his soft cheek with your index finger. “hey, look at this. i got six red roses for a reason . . . you are my one and only.”

you point at each flower as you slowly speak the sentence word by word, and his heart overflows with fondness as he watches. when you innocently look up to meet his gaze with a hopeful smile, saying the words- “i would’ve gotten you a fancier arrangement but i don’t want your allergies acting up.”

that is his final straw.

“god, baby. why are you so damn cute? what am i going to do with you?” he accepts the bouquet with a lighthearted chuckle, setting it down on the table before attacking you with his affection.

you end up falling on your back as he climbs over you. you giggle uncontrollably when he holds your wrists and traps your thighs in between his knees anchored on the cushion, tirelessly peppering your face and neck with love-fueled kisses.

the noisy disturbance distracts bam from his squeaky yellow fish. he jumps off the couch to stand beside you and jungkook, licking at whatever his tongue reaches. for you, it’s your arm held folded by your boyfriend.

“it tickles! you know it tickles there!” you squeal, squirming beneath him. you feel his frisky lips curve into a smile against the left side of your neck, stubbornly planting more kisses on the expanse of your skin.

“mhmm, i love you. i love you.” he hazily chants, drunk in love, tracing his way back to your lips. “i love you so much.”

that’s when he decides he’s finished with innocent pecks, delicate hands releasing your wrists to properly balance himself on top of you. you tenderly caress his face as he deepens the kiss, coaxing you to part your lips so he can dip his playful tongue in your mouth. when he tilts his head to the side so his nose won’t bump against yours, your hand slides to the back to support it, fingers tangling with his long and fluffy hair. a desperate, filthy moan escapes from his throat as you unconsciously tug, prompted by his soft nibbling at your bottom lip. it sends tingles running through your spine like live wire, and the air engulfing the two of you becomes hotter and heavier.

he parts away from you breathless, resting his forehead on yours before pulling himself up again. “fuck. is this how you feel when i buy you flowers?”

you gingerly brush his undereye with the pad of your thumb, finding yourself deeply fascinated with his dilated pupils staring right back at you.

you lick your swollen lips, front teeth digging on your bottom lip. “i should’ve done it sooner, right? i’m sorry.”

“don’t be. you already give me so much, silly.” he softly pecks your lips again. “besides, your presence is my favorite gift. you’re a blessing to me, you know that?”

you smile shyly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. his random confessions of overwhelmingly sincere adoration never fails to elicit a giddy reaction from you. “i love you.”

“ah- ouch.” a wince shortly replaces your smile when bam jumps on the couch again, accidentally stepping on your hair.

“bam, sit, sit. sit down.” jungkook rises to kneel on his knees, moving forward until they reach your waist. bam obeys his command, and your hands find purchase on the flesh of his thighs as he releases your hair from under the dog’s paws.

“i’ll go put the flowers in the vase.” he cheerfully announces as he cautiously removes himself on top of you, planting his feet on the ground.

“okaaay.” you drag out the word as you sit up on the couch. while he takes the bouquet of roses with him to the kitchen, bam finally finds the chance to leave the toy on your lap, but not before he gives it a good bite to make it squeak.

you pet his long floppy ears as he licks your cheek and then your hands, urging you to play with him using the gift you bought him. you press quick kisses on the top of his head before squeezing the yellow fish, waving it infront of his face.

“do you want to play, bamie? should we? will you bring it back to me?”

he starts panting as if to answer ‘yes’ to all of your questions.

you throw the toy at the kitchen, and you cover your mouth out of reflex to suppress your laughter when it landed on the dining table, only a few inches away from jungkook. he pauses from plucking off the leaves from the stem of each rose, jokingly raising an eyebrow at bam, who is balancing himself standing up by using his body as a support.

he picks up the toy and dangles it above bam, speaking to him in a baby voice. “is this what you’re looking for? aw, really? you want it? go take it then . . . that’s it, good boy!”

bam easily catches it with his mouth, running back to you so he can complete the mission you gave him. he drops it on your lap again, bumping his nose against yours, and you dramatically collapse on the couch. he starts sniffing at you curiously, front paw poking your shoulder once to gauge your reaction.

your eyes only open half-way, and you spread out your arms to show him the space you created for him. “bam, i’m sleepy- sleep. i need to recharge. can we play again later?”

he lies down on his back and uses your arm as a pillow, rolling around for a bit until he chooses to curl up beside you in the end, his upper body resting on your stomach.

“ugh, you’re so heavy. can’t. breathe.” you mutter under your breath, but nevertheless, you stroke his side lovingly until you both completely doze off for an afternoon nap.

jungkook squints at the living room when the apartment got suspiciously quiet, lips forming a pout.

“are you two cuddling? i still need to trim the stems- save me some space!”

—

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The Road to You (M)

Chapters

01: Call to Adventure (13k words) | read on ao3 02: Supernatural Aid (15k words) | read on ao3 03: Meeting the Mentor (13k words) | read on ao3 04: Crossing the Threshold (15k words) | read on ao3 05: Tests, Allies, Enemies (11k words) | read on ao3 06: Caves (12k words) | read on ao3 07: Ordeals, Rewards, Resurrection (17k words) | read on ao3 08: Elixir (12k words) | read on ao3

Total Word Count: ~110k words

Summary

Armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. Despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. You’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. Your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. This is usually when you thrive. So why do you feel so lost? And who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?

Excerpt

“What about this one?” she asks, holding up an old polaroid. “He doesn’t look like any of the others.”

You frown and look at the picture. It’s of an elementary school-aged you exchanging happy smiles with a boy in a Bert and Ernie shirt. Even at his age, he has soulful, knowing, dark eyes, though they’re hidden behind a mop of curly, black hair. His fingers are in your hair, and you laugh when you remember that it’s because one of your barrettes had fallen out of your hair, and he was putting it back into place.

Your heart expands, threatening to burst out of your chest when you realize who it is.

“Taehyung,” you say quietly, smiling.

You run your thumb over the picture, and Yun’s eyes grow wide.

“Who’s Taehyung?” she asks. “I’ve never heard you say his name!”

“Jimin was my first boyfriend,” you say, handing the polaroid back to Jun and grinning at her, “but Taehyung was my first love.”

Pairings: OT7 x Reader, Tae-centric

Genres: Consider this the AUs of all other AUs / We got Childhood Best Friend!Taehyung / We got High School Boyfriend!Jimin / We got Professor!Yoongi / College Boyfriend!Jungkook / Art Enthusiast and City Heartthrob!Namjoon / Barista!Hobi / Actor!Jin / F2L / E2L / get ready for a lifetime of love with OT7, folks

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Content Warnings: Soft and hard smut, fluff, of COURSE angst, past trauma, jealousy, cheating, chronic illness (someone’s loved one is sick), various references and scenes with alcohol and drugs, dealing with incompatibility and dealbreakers and relationships that just won’t work out / omg the angst / but one will / oh, one will indeed

Taglist 💜: permanent @purpleheartsfortae @btseditsworld | the road to you  @aliceollormusic  @tangledsparkles @daydreamqueenjaycee​ (taglist closed!)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading this fic. I am so touched by the comments, thoughts, and emotions that you’ve shared. Many of them have had an incredibly strong impact on me, and I’m so grateful. I so hope you enjoyed this journey, and hope you’ll keep reading along with me! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

all that glitters - JJK | M

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↣ when the sweet, innocent nerd asks for your help to woo all the girls, you didn't think that you would be his first victim.

pairing — fuckboy!jungkook x reader (ft. yoongi)

genre — angst, smut, fluff

word count — 66.1K

warnings/tags — strong language, unrequited love au, college au, noona!reader, explicit smut, sexting, masturbation, infidelity, mentions of STDs, mugging, violence, cyberstalking, mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse, mentions of revenge porn, mentions of pregnancy, depictions of drug use, mentions of emotional manipulation (will update)

PS: The main genre for this series is ANGST. Read the warnings/tags CAREFULLY.

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completed

part 01 - 7.4K

part 02 - 8.3K

part 03 - 7K

part 04 - 4.2K

part 05 - 4.3K

part 06 - 4.1K

part 07 - 6.1K

part 08 - 5.7K

part 09 - B-side [JK’s Side] - 12.8K

EPILOGUE - 3.6K

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pairing: yoongi x plus-sized female reader

genre/tropes: colleagues to lovers, angst, smut, mutual pining, coffee shop au

summary: You’ve got an enormous crush on Yoongi, the machine tech, and, if Jimin is to be believed, the feeling is mutual. A broken espresso machine and a snow storm are all it takes to bring everything crashing down around you.

rating: 18+ for sexual content and difficult subject matter

word count: 24.7k (complete!)

warnings for series: Frequent POV changes. Reader is insecure about her body and has a lot of internalized fatphobia. Depictions and conversation about mental health and insecurity. Panic attacks. Conversations about angsty back story that includes medical issues, a medical diagnosis associated with fertility issues and potential infertility, and a break-ups because of these conditions. Sexual content including but not limited to: making out in public, soft dom Yoongi, oral sex, unprotected penetrative sex with other birth control in place, creampie, daddy kink, and cum eating. The smut is all very very soft, in spite of these perhaps spicy to some warnings, I promise. 

***Be sure to read the complete warnings before each part!***

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Boy's a Liar | JJK

PAIRING: Best friends boyfriend!Jungkook x Female!reader

RATING/GENRE: 18+, college AU, childhood crush, enemies to lovers, smut, angstt, fluff

WC: 18k

WARNINGS: Reader is naive af and very stubborn, says she doesn't live in the past but lowkey does, big heartbreak, mentions of cheating, drugs and sex, Jungkook is toxic af but not with reader, he rides a harley, he's a big softy at the end just wait >.<, low-key enemies to lovers, Jenna is a huge bitch, toxic friendships, lots of internal dialogue idk if thats a warning, Hobi <3

SYNOPSIS: You have been at odds with Jungkook for some time due to his rejection of you in high school. Likewise, he dislikes you because you are still holding on to him when he is not good for you.

When Jungkook suddenly starts dating your best friend, the tension between the two of you reaches an all-time high. However, what if your friend has been keeping a secret from both of you all along? Something that might change everything, opening up a new world of possibilities and causing you to reconsider your feelings and actions.

💞💭Quick reminder that comments and asks help the author stay motivated💞💭

AN: Okay, I gotta say, I had sooo many more ideas for this and I could have kept going on and on, you know? Like, that feeling when you're working on something and you're so into it, you just can't stop? Yeah, that was me. But I think I ended it at the right moment. Looking back on it now, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.

Sorry for the rambling, oops-. I just wanted to share my thoughts with you. Hope you enjoy, and I'd love to hear your feedback. Thanks for always being such great support and encouraging, it means a lot to me!

You've hated Jungkook from the time he walked through those stupid doors of your apartment announcing that him and Jenna were now official. The way he smiled at you made you feel sick to your stomach, like he knew he was hurting you, and he enjoyed it.

There was a time when you were deeply infatuated with Jungkook. You would spend hours daydreaming about him, imagining yourself in with him. You remember listening to songs that reminded you of him and even making a dedicated playlist for when you were thinking of him. You would frequently check his social media accounts and attend events where he might be present, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

However, you were well aware that he was out of your league. He was older than you and was the head of the photography club at your college, which made him seem all the more unapproachable. You couldn't help but feel intimidated by his talent and success.

You were fourteen back then, and things were different. You had a different perspective on the word love, and your experiences were unique to that time in your life. Despite your feelings, you eventually came to terms with the fact that he was not meant to be yours. It was a bittersweet realization.

Looking back, you cringe at your actions – you've grown and changed. You don't listen to your heart anymore. You've learned to love yourself, learned to keep a distance from feelings.

You tried to ignore him, tried to keep your distance, but Jenna is your best friend, and she wanted you to get along with him. You knew his kind, a player who couldn't be trusted. You had seen the way he flirted with other girls, the way he talked about them like they were nothing, and you refused to be one of them.

"You know I hate Jungkook. Why would you invite him over for our sleepover?" You let out a sigh as you complain to your best friend and roommate, Jenna, about his presence at your upcoming sleepover.

After weeks of anticipation, the day finally arrived. You and your friend had been looking forward to this for a long time. Despite being busy with college and work, you managed to find some time for yourselves. You were both excited to have some much-needed girl time, where you could catch up on each other's lives, and just enjoy each other's company.

You think back to the last time you saw Jungkook and Jenna together. How he always seemed to be taking Jenna away from you. You understand that he's her boyfriend now, but it's hard to accept him into your space when you don't have a good relationship with him.

As you walk through the store, your eyes close in annoyance at the mention of Jeon Jungkook, a person who you've had a strong dislike for ever since he showed up back in your life unannounced by dating your best friend. Bringing up old memories you'd long suppressed.

Stopping and looking at you, her expression softens. "He's my boyfriend," she reminds you, "and he wanted to spend more time together. You know how busy he gets when it's hockey season.”

Rolling your eyes, you remember how Jenna described the long hours Jungkook spends training for his hockey games and how it can be difficult for them to spend quality time together.

He has always been the center of attention no matter where he goes, and it's hard not to feel inferior around him. Either way, it's hard not to be jealous of him. His looks, his charms, his grades, everything about the guy was perfect. God, one could say that he even had a pretty voice.

He's the kind of boy that guys seem to hate, but girls can't resist.

-

5 years ago

When you were a teenager, you would go to great lengths to try to get his attention.

You wanted to do everything you could to make him happy. You would spend hours getting ready for school, choosing the perfect outfit, and applying your makeup flawlessly. In addition, you would often bake him cookies, not just for him but for his entire hockey team, as a way to show your support. You also went out of your way to become a cheerleader, just so that you could support him from a closer distance. All of these actions were done with the intention of feeling closer to him and bringing you both together.

Finally, after mustering up the courage to confess your feelings to him at the end of the school year, you were met with disappointment. Jungkook told you that he didn't feel the same way, even daring to laugh in your face, leaving you heartbroken and with tears in your eyes. You couldn't help but feel as though all your efforts were in vain.

So, while the heartbreak may have been difficult to endure, it was ultimately a stepping stone towards a brighter future.

His rejection felt like a slap in the face, and you struggled to find a way to move on from your crush on him for a long time.

-

"Jungkookie stop," your best friend whines as her boyfriend tries to feed her the chocolate-dipped strawberries that you made for your sleepover.

You remember how you found the inspo online and how you had to go to two different grocery stores to find the perfect strawberries. Only for them to be taken away from you as the two 'lovebirds' beside you snack on them.

You find yourself rolling your eyes at the playful exchange between Jenna and Jungkook. You can't help but feel a bit left out. You've always disliked the feeling of being a third wheel, especially now that you're supposed to be having a sleepover with your best friend.

You try to focus on the movie playing in front of you, but your mind wanders to how you're feeling. You wonder if you should have invited someone else to join you as well, or if you should have just played sick.

As you watch the Barbie movie, you can't help but feel lonely. Perhaps it's because you've been single for a while now, or maybe it's just the melancholy tone of the music in the background. You glance over at your best friend and Jungkook again, feeling a twinge of jealousy as you watch them make goo-goo eyes at each other.

You remember the past times when you were in relationships and how they ended, but instead of dwelling on the past, you focus on the present moment. You take a deep breath and immerse yourself in the movie, enjoying the colourful visuals.

It's not like you weren't happy for Jenna, on the contrary! She's had some pretty bad breakups in the past, so her being with someone she really liked was a good thing. Though it was also a little bit worrisome that this was Jungkook we were talking about. After all, while he had a lot of experience, he also had a reputation for being a bit of a player.

Even though Jenna and Jungkook were dating, you still had a bad feeling about the guy. He was ruthless when he rejected you in high school, so how differently could he be now? You couldn't shake off the memories of how he laughed at you that day. It was as if he took pleasure in making you feel small.

This made you wonder, what was it that Jenna saw in him? Was it his good looks? His charm? Or was it something else?

Nonetheless, Jenna insisted that Jungkook had changed, and it was hard not to believe her when she looked so happy in his company.

Only time would tell if they ended up being a good fit.

-

The next day, when you found Jungkook in your kitchen at 8 a.m., you were a bit surprised. Jenna was still fast asleep in her room, and it seemed her boyfriend was already up and about. You spotted him stealing your cereal right in front of your face and couldn't help but complain. After all, it was the first time you were actually speaking to him since high school.

As you tried to figure out why Jungkook was up so early, you started to notice the little tingle in your tummy, softly reminding you of the stupid crush you once had on him.

You could hear the distant sound of birds chirping outside and the gentle hum of the refrigerator. It was a peaceful scene, and you couldn't help but relax a bit as you watched Jungkook munch on your cereal.

"Hey," you complain as you walk up to him and grab the bowl from his big hands. "These are mine! Didn't your parents teach you not to steal others' food?" You continue, taking a bite of the cereal you took from him and scowling. You look around the room, noticing how messy it is. You see clothes scattered on the floor and empty pizza boxes stacked up on the table. You start to wonder what exactly the both of them did last night after you called it an early night and left the living room.

You notice that he's looking at you, his eyes betraying a hint of annoyance. Despite your protests, he insists that the cereal is his and not yours. "I don't care if it's yours," he says, "it didn't say your name so that's on you, little miss perfect.”

You're taken aback by his aggressive tone, but he takes the bowl back from you and retreats into Jenna's bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. You can't help but feel a sense of unease as you stand there, unsure of what to do next. After all, this is your best friend's boyfriend we're talking about.

As you stand there, your thoughts start to wander. You can't help but feel a strange sensation in your stomach. You know that it's wrong to have these feelings, but you can't seem to help it. You try to shake it off and remind yourself that Jungkook is your best friend's boyfriend. You can't let yourself get caught up in these thoughts. These old feelings.

You start to pace back and forth, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. You look around the room, noticing the decorations that Jenna had put up when you first moved in just 2 weeks ago. There are pictures of her and Jungkook together, smiling and laughing.

You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as you look at the photos. You wonder what it would be like to be in Jenna's shoes, to have had a chance at dating Jungkook if he hadn't rejected you.

As you continue to pace, you hear movement from behind the door. You stop in your tracks, feeling your heart race. You wonder what Jungkook and Jenna could be doing in there.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the door opens, and Jenna steps out. You let out a sigh of relief, but you can't help but feel a little disappointed that it wasn't Jungkook.

You try to act casual, but you know that your past feelings for her boyfriend are starting to get the better of you. You try to push them down and remind yourself that he's off-limits, but it's getting harder and harder to resist.

-

Sometimes it's tough when you think back to moments in the past where you may have missed an opportunity to share something with someone.

Like right now, sitting in class—not listening to Professor Park—you wish you had told Jenna about your past crush on Jungkook. Perhaps if you had shared your feelings with her, things would be different now. You may be able to have an excuse not to be in the same room as them sometimes, and maybe you wouldn't have it as bad.

However, you can't change the past, and it's important to focus on Jenna as a friend, especially since she's the only friend you had at college besides Hoseok, your lab partner. If you accidentally let your past crush on Jungkook slip past your lips just once, you could kiss your affordable, near-campus apartment goodbye.

Not only would it be uncomfortable for you, but it would also make things awkward every time Jungkook came over.

“You totally aced that” you smile at Hoseok as you comment about his presentation in class today. “You're too nice, I'm sure yours will be great too” he compliments you back, placing his books in his locker and heading out to the busstop with you. You both chat about your classes, sharing your thoughts on todays subjects and bickering about your professors. Hoseok tells you about an interesting article about clothing trends he read last night, and you listen attentively, impressed by the passion for the subject he's been loving since he was a kid; Fashion.

As you wait for the bus, you take a moment to appreciate the beautiful weather, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin.

“What's on your to-do list today?” He teases, knowing what a perfectionist you can be when you have some spare time. From cleaning the apartment to meal-prepping food for the rest of the week—you've always hated sitting around and doing nothing.

“Actually, nothing” you shrug smiling, taking a sip of water from your bottle and sitting down.

“It's just me and my bed tonight, and I don't mean that in a weird way”, you say with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. Hoseok nods in agreement as you both take a seat in the bus when it arrives.

As you look out the window, you see people rushing in and out of buildings, each with their own story to tell. Perhaps they are successful businesspeople, entrepreneurs, or artists pursuing their passions.

You wonder what kind of person you will become in a few years, when you will finally be an actual adult. You imagine yourself having finished your degree in Finance and venturing out into the real world, ready to take on any challenge that comes your way.

The rest of the ride passes by in a blur of conversation and laughter. When you finally arrive at your stop, you bid Hoseok farewell and step off the bus. The cool winter air hits you, making you shiver.

You pull your fluffy jacket tighter around you, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. As you walk home, you can't help but think about the talk you had with Hoseok. It had been a welcome distraction from the thoughts that had been plaguing you earlier.

Somehow, your mind goes blank, though, when you spot what looked like a black harley parking outside your home.

You dont immediately recognize the sound of the motorcycle as Jungkook's but once you see him taking off the helmet and shaking his messy hair, memories of high school flooded back to you when he used to talk about his dream of owning one of those.

It seems that he has finally fulfilled that dream and got his license.

You can't help but feel a little smile creeping its way to your lips. However, you also feel a tinge of annoyance as you realize that you won't have the apartment to yourself anymore, and you'll have to deal with their lovey-dovey behaviour once again.

You wonder if there will ever be a time when you can enjoy some peace and quiet in your own home without having to see the two of them kissing every two seconds.

As you walked towards the door, you tried to hide behind your sweater, hoping that Jungkook wouldn't see your face. But as you realized that the two of you had the same destination, you knew that it was a silly idea.

You continued to walk slowly and carefully, trying to be as quiet as possible. You knew that you had to be careful, but the fabric in front of your eyes made it difficult to see.

So despite your best efforts, you suddenly ran into something or someone, letting out a surprised "ouch" as you realized that you had bumped into him.

As you looked up, you couldn't help but notice his amused expression. It was the exact same one he had given you when he rejected you almost half a decade ago. You couldn't believe that after all these years, he still held the same demeanor towards you. It made you think about all of the things that had happened in the past 5 years: the friends you had made, the places you had seen, the experiences you had lived through. It was strange how life could change so much in such a short period of time, and yet some things remained the same.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed - this was not the first time that you had made a fool out of yourself in front of him. You tried to laugh it off, but your cheeks were burning in embarrassment.

As he turned around and continued walking towards the door, ignoring you as he always did, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. It gave you some time to collect your thoughts and emotions before eventually having to face him once again in your home.

You took a deep breath and tried to think of ways to ignore them both for the rest of the weekend, maybe you could ask Hoseok if he was free, anything, honestly, to make you stay away from Jungkook.

-

You finally have a moment to yourself, and the music playing loudly through your speakers is the perfect addition to your relaxing bath. It's been a hectic few weeks since you moved in, too much happening at the same time; classes, annoying professors, the struggle of making new friends...— you've been looking forward to this weekend of self-care.

You've been too invested in the relationship between Jungkook and Jenna, actually youve been too invested in the memories that came up when you saw Jungkook around.

It was time to focus on yourself; taking matters into your own hands, you decided to hide in your room and make the most of your alone time.

So as the two lovebirds were busy preparing a homemade pizza in the kitchen—Jenna's idea, not Jungkook's—you hide in the comforts of your bathroom, tub filled up with warm–rose scented bath salt—water.

The moment you immersed yourself in the bathtub, you felt all your stress and worries melting away. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift away into a peaceful state of mind. You could hear Jenna and Jungkook giggling in the background, which made you groan.

After around 20 minutes, you turned off the music and took a deep breath. Feeling refreshed, you got up from the bathtub and wrapped yourself in a fluffy pink towel.

There was a soft knock on your door, and you hummed in response. You could immediately tell it was Jenna when she revealed herself. She smiled at you, and you couldn't help but return the gesture. "We made too much pizza," she said, "there are leftovers in the kitchen if you want some." Nodding, you thanked her and watched as she left.

Your thoughts then turned to Jungkook, again, you hoped he wasn't in the living room when you went to get the food. You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him again. You had already stumbled over your words the last time you saw him, and it still made you cringe.

You laughed at yourself, knowing how silly it was to be so nervous around him. He was your best friend's boyfriend. For God's sake, y/n, get your head out of the romance drama you made up in your head and focus on the important things in life!

Despite your thoughts, you found your thoughts drifting towards him more and more often, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in Jennas place.

Finally, you made your way down to the kitchen and saw the leftover pizza sitting on the counter. The smell of tomato sauce and melted cheese filled the air, making your mouth water. You grabbed a slice and took a bite, savouring the flavour.

It's when you look up from your phone as you hear the guest bathroom door open, that you see Jungkook making his way back to Jenna's room in his only boxers, you can't help but feel your cheeks heat up with his presence.

But as you utter a barely audible "hi," you realize how insecure and shy you sound. You wonder why and how Jungkook still has this effect on you, even though you hadn't seen him in such a long time.

Maybe it's the way he carries himself with such confidence, knowing what he did, or how he effortlessly makes everyone love him. Whatever it is, you can't deny that he has a certain charm that draws you, and basically any human being, in.

As you continue to mindlessly scroll through your phone, you can't help but steal a few glances at Jungkook, hoping to not catch his eye and strike up another petty argument.

"Why are you still naked? Do you wanna catch a cold? Get dressed," Jungkook groans as he enters Jenna's room after cleaning up in the bathroom.

Jenna, lying in bed, stares at Jungkook with a blank expression as if to say, "What difference does it make?"

He knows that things have been weird between them lately, but he's not sure how to fix it. Jungkook feels like every little thing they do leads to an argument and then to make up sex. It's not the best way to communicate, but Jungkook doesn't know how else to get through to Jenna—He's feeling frustrated and confused. He's not exactly an expert in relationships, and Jenna seems to only want one thing from him.

Jenna giggles, clearly enjoying the attention from her boyfriend. Jungkook can't help but feel a rush of affection, but cant quite figure out if it was for her or for her body. As he watches her, her bare skin still glistens from their recent activities.

He sits down on the bed next to her and pulls her into his lap, kissing her forehead. "Don't you think we should take a break?" he asks, his voice low and husky. Jenna just grins mischievously and shakes her head. "Come on, Kook," she says, "I'm not tired yet."

Jungkook cannot help but feel a sense of annoyance at her persistence. However, he cannot deny that the moment is pleasant for him as well. Sex has always been a great escape for him, a way to forget about everything else in the world.

The way her hands roam over his smooth skin causes a shiver to run down his spine, and he finds himself giving in to her advances without resistance. The room they are in is dimly lit, but he can make out the soft curves of her body as she moves closer to him. He takes in the scent of her horrible perfume, a sweet and alluring fragrance that makes him gag.

As their lips meet, he feels a rush of adrenaline, and he knows that this moment was not the right one to think about feelings.

He has been wanting to break up with Jenna for a while now, as things just don't feel right, and he doesn't feel the way he thought he would in a relationship; happy, fun, beautiful.

It seems that every time he tries to talk to Jenna about it, she ignores him and speaks over him, completely disregarding the sad truth of their failing relationship. He has tried to communicate his feelings to her several times, but she always seems too busy or too focused on other things to give him the time and attention he deserves.

It's clear that their relationship is not what it once was, and despite only having been dating for a month or so, he knows that it may be time to move on.

It's a difficult decision to make—especially after he was convinced that she was the one—he knows is necessary for his own happiness and well-being. He'll talk to her, just not now.

-

"You're Jeon Jungkook man, you're supposed to be strong and emotionless, what happened to that dudd?" As Jungkook and Soobin walked out of practice, Soobin couldn't help but comment on how much Jungkook had changed.

Jungkook just shrugged, feeling a pang of nostalgia. He remembered the days when he was younger and had something to prove. But now, as a grown-up, he had moved past that "badboy" phase. He had a lot of responsibilities now, and he had to make sure he was always on top of his game.

Plus, he had a lot of people who looked up to him now, who saw him as a role model. It wasn't always easy, there were a lot of things he regretted, but he knew that he had to keep pushing himself, even when he didn't feel like it.

As they walked towards the locker room, Soobin could sense the change in Jungkook's demeanour. He was still the same guy, but he had grown up a lot in the past few years, and Soobin couldn't help but shake his head "whatever man, I see this girl of yours wears the pants in your relationship"

“Don't forget your fucking place Park,” Jungkook growls out. He was angry, and he didn't like the tone in Soobins voice. However, he knew that he needed to keep his cool, especially now. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

“What me and Jenna have going on is none of your concern,” he said firmly, “and if you can't accept the fact that I'm not the asshole I used to be anymore, then I'll gladly talk to the coach and get you to sit on the bleachers next match.”

Jungkook had always been a hothead, but he had been working on controlling his temper. He knew that being the captain of this team was important to him, and he didn't want to let his emotions get in the way.

As for Jenna, Jungkook knew that their relationship was nobody else's business.

In the end, Jungkook knew that he needed to focus on talking to her and break things off before the big match. He was determined to be the best player he could be, and he wasn't going to let anyone, including her, get in his way. Maybe there was still part of his past self inside of him with the way he was considering breaking Jennas heart, but it was for the better.

-

Jenna's voice could be heard over the speaker as she tried to guide you to where her laptop was. "Okay, so it's in my room, like beneath my pillows or something," she said and you tried your best to follow her instructions, but after lifting up the pillows on her bed, you still couldn't find it. You let out a groan of frustration, feeling bad that you weren't able to help her as quickly as you wanted.

Looking around in her room, you couldn't help but notice the cute decorations she had all over. She had pictures of herself with her friends, posters of her favourite bands, and even a little cactus on her nightstand. You could tell that her room was a reflection of her personality - fun, colourful, and a little bit messy.

As you continued your search throughout the room, your eyes fell upon the shirt that was hidden underneath one of her pillows. It was a plain black shirt, crumpled and creased from being tucked away. Maybe it was Jungkook's, since it seemed much too big to belong to Jenna.

You could almost imagine him lazily tossing it aside after a long day of practice, the fabric soft and comfortable against his skin.

After a few more minutes of searching, you finally found Jenna's laptop tucked away in a corner of her room. You breathed a sigh of relief. "I found it!" you exclaimed, holding it up triumphantly. Jenna let out a whoop of excitement over the phone, thanking you for your help.

“Great, now just open it and type my password. After that, you'll be able to see the doc I have open” she guides you through the phone, and you nod. “Then just take a pic of that and send it to me. You're a Saint y/n!” And with that, she hangs up, having to her next class. You hum to yourself as you try to type in the password.

Finally, after a few seconds of waiting, you're guided to what seems like a chat between her and someone else.

At first, you try to click away, but when you accidentally miss the ‘x’ button, your eyes suddenly wander to the messages. You start reading them out of curiosity, but as you go on, you realize that they're explicit texts to someone that isn't Jungkook.

The messages were full of flirty comments, unfunny jokes, and plans to catch up.

The more you read, the more you feel like the biggest bitch on earth for reading Jenna's private messages. You see a side of her that you've never seen before - she's flirty, straightforward, and... kind of a—you don't even want to say it but; a cheater.

As you reach the end of the chat, you feel a sense of disappointment and betrayal. You had no idea that Jenna was cheating on Jungkook, her boyfriend, and it makes you question the trustworthiness of her as a friend in general.

You wonder how long Jenna had been hiding this from Jungkook and what other secrets she might be keeping. It's a complicated situation and you don't know what to do about it.

You close the laptop and leave, feeling a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, disappointment, and confusion. Was Jenna really cheating on Jungkook?

Thinking about what you should do next you breathe out. Should you confront Jenna about it? Should you tell Jungkook? Or should you just keep it to yourself and pretend like you never saw it?

All these thoughts are racing through your mind as you try to make sense of what you just read. This wasn't good, nope, not at all.

-

As Jungkook stood in front of Jenna's and yours dorm room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. He had been dreading this moment for days if not weeks, ever since he realized that he could no longer continue their relationship. Jenna had been what he thought was the love of his life for the past few weeks, but now he knew that it was time to move on—that he'd been in love with the idea of her, but not with her.

He took a deep breath and glanced around the hallway, trying to gather his thoughts. It was eerily quiet, with only the sound of his own breathing and the occasional creak of the floorboards disturbing the silence. A few students roamed around the floors, having come back from partying or the library.

He wondered what Jenna was doing on the other side of the door. Was she studying? Hanging out with friends? Or was she waiting for him, just as nervous as he was?

Jungkook shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He knew that he had to go through with this this time, no matter how hard it was. He couldn't keep leading Jenna on, pretending that everything was okay when it wasn't—Pretending that he loved her, when he didn't. It wasn't fair to her, and it wasn't fair to him.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook knocked on the door, hearing a rustling sound from inside, and then the door swung open. You stood there, looking as beautiful as ever, and Jungkook felt his resolve falter. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Hey," you said, barely smiling at him. "If youre looking for Jenna," you start, dragging "She's not home"

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, surprised to see you instead of Jenna at the door.

Taking a deep breath, he shaking his head lightly. "I- okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your smile faded, and your expression turned serious. "Okay,"

As you turn to close the door, you notice his foot blocking your way. You look at him with a frown "let me close the door."

He bites his lip and lets out a sigh before asking, "Can I come in?" You glare at him and respond, "I already told you that Jenna is not here. Why would you even want to come in?" You can't help but feel a sense of frustration and disbelief at his persistence. You wonder what could possibly be so important that he would risk crossing the boundary you've set. But before you can voice your thoughts, his expression softens and he looks at you with a hint of vulnerability.

"I just need to talk to someone," he says quietly. Suddenly, you feel a twinge of sympathy and curiosity. The old funnt feeling in your belly once again returning, begging you to let him in.

You take a deep breath and decide to give him a chance. "Okay," you say, stepping aside to let him in. "Come in.”

It had been an incredibly long five minutes since you and Jungkook had found yourselves seated at the kitchen counter, surrounded by the calming sounds of birds chirping outside. You couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness and shyness, as though you were 15 years old again, all because of Jungkook's intense gaze.

With time seemingly creeping by and the silence between you two growing more and more, you finally mustered up the courage to break the ice and whisper, "So? What are you thinking about?".

Jungkook took a deep breath before replying, "I came here to break up with Jenna." You watched as he chugged the coffee you made him, and your mind raced to make sense of what was happening. You tried to recall if there were any signs of trouble in their relationship, but no, everything seemed fine. Everything except for the fact that Jenna was cheating on him—wait did this mean he knew?

You wondered if there was someone else for him too, but you quickly dismissed the thought.

"I-huh?" you stuttered, feeling confused and unsure. "Why?" you finally managed to ask, desperate for an explanation. Jungkook shifted in his seat, avoiding eye contact. "It's just not working out," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You felt a lump form in your throat, his coldness reminding you too much of the past.

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. You couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for knowing something that Jenna didn't. On the other hand, you didn't want to get involved in their relationship. As you thought about what to do, you realized that you didn't really know Jenna as well as you thought you did. You wondered what kind of person she really was outside of your friendship.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's intense gaze was fixed solely on you. You could feel his eyes boring into your soul, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You were lost in thought, trying to reconcile your feelings of guilt with your desire to stay out of Jenna and Jungkook's relationship drama. Finally, he decided to break the silence.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked you, hoping to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

As you utter the word "you", you immediately realize that it might have sounded a bit weird. In an effort to backtrack and correct the situation, you quickly add, "I mean, not you, but what you just said."

Jungkook's eyes remain fixed on you as he hums and asks, "how well do you know Jenna, y/n?" You feel yourself melting under his piercing gaze. You take a deep breath before responding, "We met because we were both looking for an apartment, and we became pretty close very fast." You pause, thinking of how to describe her. "She's...," you begin, but he cuts you off. "Do you think she has a secret side?" he asks.

You hadn't thought of it that way, but now that he mentions it, you start to wonder. "I don't know," you reply, "but there's definitely more to her than meets the eye. She's one of the most interesting people I've ever met." In your mind, you're trying to give him clues to her cheating, but it might have not worked out hat well once you actually spoke it out.

As he rested his head in his palms and spoke, "She's a special girl, isn't she?", you couldn't help but notice the longing in his voice. You nod, unsure of what to say. He continues, "That's why I fell for her. She's beautiful, outgoing, and straightforward. But, as it turns out, she's only interested in sex and nothing more." He laughs, "I mean, I'm the same way, but Jenna is just 100 times worse at hiding it than I am. It's really a shame, because I thought there was something more there, something deeper. But, I guess it was all just physical attraction." He leans back in his chair, a look of smugness on his face.

As you look at Jungkook, you can't help but wonder if he really thought that this was funny. After all, he was smirking broadly as he broke the news to you. You frown and ask him, "You're not sad that you're breaking up with her?"

Jungkook just sighs and replies, "I don't want to, but it's just time to go our separate ways. We had a great run, and I'm grateful for the memories we've shared or whatever. However, I need to focus on the more important things in my life."

You can't believe what you're hearing. You mutter under your breath, "I can't believe this. You say you've changed, yet you're still the same jerk you were five years ago, Jeon." You feel a sense of disappointment as you realize that Jungkook hasn't really changed as much as he claimed to have.

“What do you mean?” he scoffs, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he looks down at you with a sneer. You're suddenly hit with a flood of memories. It's like a movie playing out in your head. You see yourself in high school, surrounded by a group of people, with him standing in front of you as you asked him out. You remember feeling embarrassed and unsure of how to act. You thought you were being tough by telling him, but it seems like that's not how Jungkook saw it.

“You don't remember at all? How you rejected me and humiliated me in front of the whole school? A simple ‘no’ would've been enough.”

He feels a pang of guilt and regret. He had no idea that his stupid actions had caused you so much pain.

You can't help but feel angry at his words. “You're still an asshole,” you continue to somehow yell, sitting up from your seat. “And you deserved getting cheated on, you piece of shit.” You're not sure where the words are coming from, but they feel cathartic.

You're not the same person you were in high school, and you refuse to let him bring you back to that place.

Jungkook's face contorts with rage as he stands up from his chair. His eyes are flashing with anger as he glares at the person in front of him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and his palms start to sweat. He takes a deep breath before speaking, trying to keep his cool.

“You have no idea what you're talking about,” he spits out. “You think you're so perfect, with your perfect grades and your perfect face and your perfect parents, but you're just a hypocrite. You have no right to judge me.”

He continues to fume silently as he paces back and forth across the room, trying to calm himself down. He can feel his blood boiling and his head throbbing with anger. He takes another deep breath and tries to collect his thoughts.

"You know what? I'm tired of people like you. You act like you're better than everyone else, but you're not. You're just a bully. You think you can get away with saying whatever you want to people, but you can't." You reply

He pauses for a moment, still pacing. "I may not be perfect, but at least I'm honest. I'm not afraid to admit my faults and try to improve myself. You should try it sometime."

You feel a surge of anger in response to his words. “I'm not judging you,” you retort. “I'm just calling out your behavior. You can't treat people like garbage and expect them to stick around.”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head. “You don't understand anything. You never have.” With that, he storms out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Only for him to bump right in Jenna who was casually walking into the apartment.

"What's going on?"

-

Jenna was crying on her bed as you sat next to her, passing her another tissue. "He's such an asshole," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. You wanted to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be okay, but you knew that she wasn't the best in the relationship either.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up. "Jenna, I know it hurts right now, but maybe this is for the best. You deserve someone who treats you with respect and kindness, not someone who makes you feel like this."

Jenna nodded, wiping away her tears. "I know you're right, but it still hurts so much."

You put your arm around her, pulling her close. You could feel the warmth of her body through your clothes, and the scent of her strong perfume filled your senses. "I'm here for you, Jenna," you whispered softly. "We'll get through this together."

Jenna looked up at you with tears in her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks. "Thank you," she said with a weak smile. "You're so nice, y/n. How do you manage to always put everyone else first, but never yourself?"

You thought about her question for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I guess it's just the way I was raised," you said finally. "My parents always taught me to be kind and considerate of others, and I suppose it's just become a part of who I am."

Jenna listened intently to your words, nodding thoughtfully as she took them in. "I really admire your kindness," she said with a pout. "I often wish that I could be more like you. Unfortunately, my parents tend to brush off my problems as if they're insignificant. It can be so frustrating at times." She let out a deep exaggerated sigh and continued, "I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you to face the challenges you and your family do every day. You're so strong, y/n. I wish I had even a fraction of your strength."

Despite her words, you couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the way she had hinted at your financial situation. While it's true that you didn't come from money, it had nothing to do with the situation right now.

You awkwardly smile and pat her shoulder, trying to reassure her. "It might be a good idea for you to get some rest. Why don't you invite some of your other friends over for a sleepover? It could be fun."

Jenna gasps, clearly surprised by your offer. "You'd do that?" she asks, her eyes lighting up. You scowl "do what?".

"Leave for he weekend so I can have my friends over!" Jenna's face lights up as she starts to plan out who she can invite.

"Can you stay at Hyun-seok's place, or whatever his name was?" she asks, referring to your other friend. You raise an eyebrow. "Hoseok?" you ask, correcting her pronunciation. "I could ask him, but I'm not sure if he's available this weekend. Maybe I can just stay here-"

"Don't be ridiculous y/n!" Jenna exclaimed, a sly smile on her face. "This place is already small, we'd be too many if you stayed." You internally roll your eyes, wondering how you ever thought Jenna was a true friend.

She was the popular girl at school, and now it seemed that she was more interested in keeping up appearances, seemingly embarrassed to be seen with you. Now that you think about it, she never invited any of her friends over when you were at home either.

As you stand up to leave, you can't help but feel a sense of betrayal. It was clear that your friendship with Jenna had changed, and you weren't sure if it would ever be the same again.

"You're a sweetheart Y/n!" She yells after you, but you just bang your door shut behind you as you walk into your room.

-

The chairs at the library were uncomfortable but you had no other alternative but to sleep on them for the night. Hoseok, your only friend, was visiting his family and you were not particularly close to anyone else.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness as you thought about Jenna's fun night with her friends. The image of her laughing and gossiping with her friends while wearing facemasks and watching their favorite movies made you realize just how much you missed those carefree days spent with your own friends back in high school. You wondered why you weren't there with her, enjoying pizza and banter, sharing stories of your own.

But then, another thought crossed your mind. Was Jenna really a good friend? Was she always there for you, like you were for her? Or was she just using you, taking advantage of your kindness and generosity?

As you pondered these thoughts, you realized that maybe it was time to stop being so nice to everyone. Maybe it was time to start prioritizing your own needs and desires rather than constantly putting others first. It would be a difficult transition, but you knew that it was necessary for your own growth and happiness. And who knows, maybe in the process, you'd discover new friendships that were more meaningful and fulfilling than the ones you had before-

"Y/n?"

Jungkook's sudden appearance startled you, causing your heart to race with shock. You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as he stood before you, his piercing gaze fixed on you. You watched as he held a few books in his hand, seemingly unaware of the effect his presence had on you.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. You straightened up, feeling somewhat intimidated by him. "Studying? What else does one do at the library?" you answered in a somewhat defensive tone, quickly snatching the blanket off you.

As you sat there, you couldn't help but think about how strange it was to be alone in the library with Jungkook. Especially after the events of yesterday.

“Really? Looked like you were ready to fall asleep just now” Jungkook teased. You shifted uncomfortably and let out a long sigh.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked softly, moving closer to you. You scooted back a bit, hesitant to let him get too close. "Nothing, really," you replied, trying to play it cool. “I'm just here to study, but Jenna was being a bit loud, and it's hard to concentrate,” you explained.

Jungkook didn't seem convinced. He looked at you with a concerned expression and said, "Y/n, I know you're not telling me everything. You can trust me, you know that."

"That's all it is, I don't know why youre-"

“I don't get you” he starts “you tell me I'm an asshole for being mean, and now that I'm trying to be nice to you, you reject me?” You feel a twinge of guilt. He was right, you did tell him to change.

“I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-" you shrug "to treat you like this just now"

Clearing his throat, Jungkook wakes up from his daydream of staring deeply into your eyes. He looks around the library, taking in the blank walls and the single window.

Breaking the silence, Jungkook turns to you and asks, "So... what's up? Did Jenna kick you out?" You gasp, surprised at his wild guess. "Uhm..."

Jungkook chuckles lightly and explains, "I walked past your place earlier and heard a bunch of giggling and music. Figured you and Jenna were having a party or something."

You nod. "But now that you're here... she kicked you out didn't she?"

You glance around the room, noticing how bare it looks. "Do you think they should redecorate?" you ask, disregarding his question and gesturing at the walls. Jungkook looks around and nods thoughtfully. "Yeah, they could definitely use some new decorations," he agrees, his hand finding yours.

"Y/n," he spoke up, concern etched in his features. "Are you sure you don't have anywhere else to stay?" His voice was soft, yet demanding, as if he already knew the answer.

You bit your lip, not wanting to meet his eyes. You knew it was foolish of you not to fight Jenna when she 'oh so nicely' kicked you out. But you didn't have much of a choice.

He sighed, his expression softening. "Well, you're welcome to stay with me for as long as you need," he offered. You looked up, surprised. You were grateful for his kindness, but also apprehensive about imposing on him for too long. You couldn't help but reflect on how much things have changed since high school.

Back then, you and Jungkook weren't even classmates. You couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the idea of depending on him for the weekend. "When I said you should be nicer to people, I didn't mean for you to be nicer to me, Jungkook," you sighed. "It's clear we don't get along, you fucked me over in high school, and let's just say I wasn't particularly nice to you either these past few weeks," you continued. "Let's just- there's nothing that holds us together: we don't have mutual friends or classes."

“But I want to help you,” Jungkook reasons, his voice soft and sincere. He takes a deep breath, his hand still resting on yours. “I know we fought the other day, y/n, and I get if you don't particularly like me, but sometimes we have to set our egos aside and let others help us. You don't have to go through this alone.”

You look down at your intertwined hands, unsure of what to say. “Last time I did that, it didn't really work out, now did it?” you hiss, pulling your hand away.

Jungkook's expression hardens, and he nods. “I'm not saying you have to trust me completely, but maybe give me a chance to prove that ive changed.”

-

As you step into Jungkook's apartment, a large dog greets you with excitement, wagging its tail and jumping around you. It takes you by surprise and you squeak in delight.

"Bam, house!" Jungkook commands, and the dog immediately stops jumping and obediently steps away. "Sorry, that's Bam, my puppy," he says, slightly embarrassed.

You take a closer look at the dog and realize that it is not a puppy at all, but rather a fully grown doberman.

“Puppy? He's huge” your eyes are still wide in surprise.

"Yeahhh" Jungkook blushes. "Well, the guest room is over there, we could order some food if you'd like-"

“I think you've done enough already” you stop him.

You pause for a moment before continuing, “I'm really grateful for you to let me sleep here tonight.” You bow and make your way over to the room he pointed at.

As you close the door behind you, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. Finally, you have a safe place to rest without people constantly shuffling around you like they did in the library earlier.

The room is small but cozy, with a soft bed and a warm blanket. You curl up under the covers after changing and take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day slowly melt away.

You hope that Jungkooks didn't think you're a weirdo for rejecting ordering dinner but the possibility that your heart might start longing for him again, if he kept being so nice to you, was looming over your mind.

Perhaps you were already too far gone, so deeply lost in your feelings that it seemed impossible to extract yourself. It's possible that your heart has always belonged to him, and that you've held onto that love for so long that it has become a part of you.

Maybe you never let go in the first place.

-

Jenna: I heard you're at Jungkook's place

As you read Jenna's message, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. A frown crept onto your face, and you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. How did she know?

You: I didn't have anywhere else to stay, and he offered me to sleep at his for the weekend

Jenna: you're a real bitch you know

Reading the text message, you feel a sense of confusion and anger welling up inside you. You can't help but furrow your eyebrows in confusion, wondering where this sudden change in tone is coming from. The fact that it's almost 3 am only adds to your confusion - maybe she's drunk and not thinking straight?

You realize that maybe sleeping at ex-boyfriends place wasn't the smartest idea, which only adds to the complexity of the situation.

You: You kicked me out

Jenna is typing

Jenna is online

Jenna is typing

Jenna is calling you

"You fucking bitch you offered to leave!" Jenna screamed over the phone as soon as you answered.

You tried to explain, "I wanted you to invite your friends over so you could feel better," but she cut you off.

"I mean, are you stupid?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. "Why would I want you there when my friends are over? That's just embarrassing."

As you listened to Jenna rant, you couldn't help but feel hurt. Up until this evening you had always thought that you were good friends, but now it seemed like she didn't even want to be around you.

After a few minutes, Jenna's tirade began to peter out. She let out a deep sigh and said, "Look, I'm sorry. You feel hurt, but let's be real, you understand where I'm coming from right?" Her bitchy tone makes you roll your eyes.

"It's okay," you said, feeling a bit numb. "I understand that you're going through a tough time, but you don't have to take it out on me."

Jenna was quiet for a moment before responding. "You're out"

“W-what” you stutter, trying to make sense of her words. You feel an emptiness in your chest as you hear her talk. “I said I'm kicking you out, you fake fucking bitch," she continues, her voice rising. "What did you do huh? Did you fuck him? Bet you liked it, you were always envious of us.”

You take a deep breath and try to stay calm. It's not the first time you've been accused of something you didn't do. You know that she's just trying to hurt you.

Jenna hangs up before you could reply, leaving you feeling a sense of disappointment. You feel a teardrop rolling down your cheek, but before you can wipe it away, the door slams open, revealing Jungkook.

You're surprised and a bit embarrassed, caught in a moment of vulnerability. "I might have eavesdropped," he admits with a hint of anger. You swallow hard and take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. "I'm okay," you manage to say, hoping to convince both him and yourself that you're fine. But Jungkook seems to see right through you. "Are you sure?" he asks, his expression softening. Suddenly, you feel a sense of comfort in his presence, and you find yourself pouring out your heart to him.

"I don't know," you say, your voice shaking slightly. "Jenna kicked me out".

“Wait what?” he asked incredulously as his shoulders dropped. “Why is she doing that? Can she even do that? Isn't the apartment under both your names?” He asked, walking closer and sitting beside you.

You shrug, and pause for a moment. You think back to the heated argument and the feelings of frustration and anger start to rise up again. You take a deep breath before answering his question, hoping to keep your emotions in check. “She heard I'm staying at your place and got mad” you admit. “And yes, the apartment is under our name. It's just frustrating that she's trying to control my life in this way,” you add.

"what do you think I should do?” you ask.

Jungkook appeared to be surprised by your question, his eyebrows raising slightly. Tongue playing with his piercing as he just stared at you for a second or two. You could tell that he was caught off guard, but also pleased that you were seeking his opinion. "I think it might be good for you to consider moving out," he said sincerely.

You couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion. "Very funny, Jungkook," you replied. "Do I really look like I have enough money to live on my own? I depend on Jenna for so much."

"Well-"

Oh no, you know where this was going. “And I'm not moving in with you,” you interrupt him. You could see the disappointment in his eyes, but you had to be honest with him. “Jungkook, I know you're trying to be a better person, but this would be too much,” you clarify.

“I understand,” he says. “I just thought it would be easier if-” You smile at him, relieved that he is not angry with you. “I'll find a way,” you say. “I always do.” You sigh, taking a last look at the clock, 3am.

As you look at him, you can't help but wonder if he's really changed.

As you two sit there, staring at each other in confusion, you realize that this is it - the moment you've been waiting for since you were 14 years old. But rather than feeling butterflies in your tummy, you panic as Jungkook leans in, his emotions getting the better of him. You turn your face so that he only kisses your cheek, and you can't help but feel a sense of disappointment.

"Goodnight" you whisper, laying down and closing your eyes.

In the darkness, you can hear Jungkook sigh softly. You wonder what he's thinking, and if he's feeling the same sense of regret that you are.

You wish you could read his mind, but you know that's impossible. All you can do is close your eyes and hope that tomorrow will bring some clarity to... everything.

"Goodnight"

-

"Mornin'" You walk into the kitchen, still feeling groggy from just waking up. Last night, having left you more tired than ever.

As you look up, you're surprised to see not only Jungkook but also Kim Namjoon, who you know is the president of several clubs on campus, though you can't quite remember which ones. You greet them with a tentative "Hello?" and raise an eyebrow in question.

Jungkook, being Jungkook, takes charge of the situation and interrupts Namjoon as he begins to speak. "Sit down, y/n," he says, gesturing to an empty chair at the kitchen table.

As you take a seat, you can't help but feel a sense of unease in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook's serious expression only adds to your anxiety. "What's going on?" you ask, trying to mask the shakiness in your voice.

Both men look at each other for a second before Jungkook nods to the older,

Namjoon takes a deep breath before delivering the news. "Jenna got kicked out of college," he says, his voice heavy with concern.

“What,?” you manage to say, eyes wide in shock. “What happened? What did she do? Did she-” Jungkook is the first to calm you down, placing a hand on your shoulder, careful not to cross any boundaries.

“She was caught selling drugs,” he informs you, leaving you in disbelief. You try to process the information, your mind racing with questions. How long had she been doing this? Did she have a drug problem herself?

Jungkook must have sensed your confusion, because he starts to explain further. "Apparently, shes had been involved in selling drugs for quite some time now."

As you looked at Jungkook with watery eyes, you couldn't help but think about how much Jenna had meant to you. You wanted to protect her from anything and everything that could harm her at one point, but now, you just felt pity. "Did you know?"

"No" Jungkook makes sure to sound serious "I didn't"

You can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of you is angry that she would put herself in such a dangerous situation, but another part of you feels almost relieved.

You feel a pang of sympathy for Jenna, even if she was the biggest bitch to you these past few days.

You ask, "So what now?" feeling uneasy and fidgeting with your hands. Namjoon responds, "Her belongings are being picked up from her apartment, and she's being sent to a boarding school. She'll be safe and out of harm's way." You nod, relieved to hear that she'll be alright. Jungkook shakes his head and adds, "Rich people, man. She should have..." Before Jungkook can finish his thought, you interject, "Hopefully she'll learn from this experience and make better choices in the future."

You can't help but feel a tinge of sadness for your ex-friend, but you know that this is the best option for her. Perhaps being away from her usual environment will help her turn her life around.

-

"I think it looks good," you say, looking around the room with a smile. The space was small, but cozy, and you felt grateful to Jungkook for convincing you to stay with him until you found an apartment you could afford.

You glance over at him and see him nodding in agreement. "It looks cute," he says with a smile. You feel a sense of warmth in your chest, this time not trying to push it away but rather embracing it.

As you look around the room, you can't help but think about all of the things you still need to do. You make a mental list in your head: find a job, save up for a security deposit, and start looking for a new place. Your thoughts are interrupted when Jungkook speaks up. "All because I helped you," he says with a chuckle.

"Who knew you'd actually turn out to be nice?" You playfully punch him in the arm, grateful for his company and lightheartedness during this stressful time.

Things will be weird the first few days or weeks. However, it is a natural part of the process, and with time and effort, things will get better.

“You did help a lot” you note with gratitude, nodding. “I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would have done without you.”

"Are you sure that-" Your insecurities get the better of you once more, and you begin to worry if you might be a burden. However, Jungkook interrupts your thoughts with a frown and a stern warning. “I'll kick you out if you don't stop saying stuff like that,” he says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

He walks closer to you and playfully pinches your side, his nose scrunching up in the way you'd always found so adorable. You smile, feeling a sense of safety and comfort in his presence.

"Fine," you giggle, pushing him away. The excitement of the moment is almost too much to handle. You look around the room and marvel at the fact that you are finally living with someone who isnt trying to constantly put you down.

It's truly a dream come true. You can't help but feel a sense of overwhelming accomplishment and gratitude for all the hard work and effort that you've put in to reach this point. You've gone through so much to get here, from falling in love and experiencing heartbreak, to moving away and even dealing with the complicated situation of having your best friend date Jungkook but even when things didn't go as planned and they broke up, you found a way to stay close to each other and build a stronger bond than ever before.

You're happy that you can look back on all those challenges with pride and satisfaction, knowing that you've overcome them.

“Uhh I'm really feeling hungry right now,” you begin, your stomach growling loudly. You turn your head to face Jungkook, who is already staring at you intently. “Would you like to grab some lunch together?” you ask, feeling a warm blush creeping up your neck at how close he is to you.

You can't help but notice the way his eyes sparkle as he mindlessly nods his head in agreement, and you feel a flutter in your chest.

"It's funny, isn't it?" you laugh, "how everything led us back together, like-" you stop to think "It's crazy to think that, out of all the people in the world and all the paths we could have taken, we ended up here, together."

Looking back, there were so many little moments that brought you closer and closer.

"It's almost as if the universe was conspiring to bring us together" Jungkook smiles, eyes on you and only you.

You smile, shaking your head. "You're such a liar," you say, and as you turn to leave, you feel a strong grip around your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

For a moment, you're unsure of what's going on, but before you can say anything, Jungkook's lips meet yours in a soft, unexpected kiss.

You're surprised by the intensity of the moment, but as you relax into his embrace, you realize that this is what you've been wanting all along. Jungkook's kiss is tender and loving, and you feel a sense of safety and belonging that you've never experienced before.

As your lips part, you look into his eyes and know that this is only the beginning of something really really special between the two of you.

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practice | jjk (series masterlist)

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst

⇢ STATUS: completed

⇢ PART ONE — | 8.1k |

you usually spend friday nights on your own. tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.

⇢ PART TWO — | 8.1k |

everything is wet. you and jungkook tangled up on the shower floor. your eyes afterwards.

⇢ PART THREE — | 12.8k |

sparks fly as you try to forget about jungkook.

⇢ DISTRACTIONS — | 1.1k |

jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⇢ MIDNIGHT MISTAKES — | 2.5k |

a midnight romp with jungkook leads to tears on your cheeks and a pregnancy test in your hand.

© chryblossomjjk 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost] | gif in graphic is from @jung-koook

lacuna (knj)

lacuna (n): a blank space, a missing part

In his twenty-eight years, Kim Namjoon had made countless mistakes. Most of them were insignificant and could be shoved easily enough into the back corner of his mind. The worst of them were all tied for first place, keeping him up at night.

Loving you, losing you, and now – picking up the phone. 

Pairing: Ex!Kim Namjoon x Fem!Reader Type: One-Shot (Angst, Smut - 18+ or else.) Word Count: Like, 7K (?!) Content: ex-boyfriend au; exes to something?; literally so much angst; yearning; pov switches; oral sex (f receiving); unprotected sex; p in v penetration; cursing; texts from Yoongi. A/N: For reasons unknown, I decided to break my own heart today! The lyrics you'll see below are from "Sooner" by The Low Blow. There's also a reference to one of my favorite tv shows at the end - did you catch it? (1/9/23) The sequel, Redamancy, is finally here! (3/17/23) There is now a playlist 🥲

Sitting cross-legged on the rug, your weary, unfocused eyes stared somewhere in the vicinity of Min Yoongi. Shrouded all in black, you nearly assumed he was your sleep paralysis demon, hunched over his keyboard with his eyes narrowed in thought – but you hadn’t slept much at all lately. Not with your deadline looming overhead like the sword of Damocles. 

He relayed what was already looping through your brain. “It’s missing something.” 

You scrubbed your hands over your face, too burnt out to care if your foundation stayed where it was supposed to. “I know,” was all you said, though it wasn’t all you were thinking. Listening to this demo – this crushing song about love lost – you knew what was missing.

Or rather, who. 

Once again reading your mind, Yoongi spoke with a wary sigh. This time, he said the quiet part out loud. “Listen, I know that on a personal level, this is a terrible idea. But if you really want this track to ache –” 

“I’ll call him.” 

Yoongi turned to look at you over his shoulder. He, like you, hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours; but his surprise still managed to crack through an otherwise impassive expression.

“You sure you want to be the one?” His frown was microscopic, but it was there and it bruised. “I have to hit him up, anyway, so I can handle this for you.” 

You’d never told him – or any of your friends, come to think of it – the details of your whatever it was with Namjoon. You couldn’t call it a breakup; that would necessitate a relationship. You couldn’t comfortably assign that word to this indescribable something.

But maybe that’s precisely why it hurt to breathe when you thought too hard about it. Maybe the thing that burned in your lungs was the fact that whatever it was wasn’t much of anything at all. 

The universally known narrative was that you met Kim Namjoon at a release party two years prior. After years of putting out extended plays, he was dropping his highly anticipated, full-length masterpiece.

That’s what your label called it; that’s what the press called it; but you couldn’t agree. That word wasn’t heavy enough – it didn’t give due credit to the pieces of himself he broke down and buried within those twelve tracks. You felt seen when you heard it. When you saw him, it was game over. 

As the story goes, you went home with him that night. While true, it was the tiniest fragment sitting sharp at the tip of an iceberg. The rest was an ill-equipped ship, sailing in slow-motion through the dark. 

He'd spent the entirety of his celebration focused on you. What you thought; what you wanted for yourself; what made that tipsy, uninhibited giggle come flying out of your chest. And then, holding his hand like it’d been tailor-made for yours, you followed his lead out of there while confused partygoers murmured in your wake. 

He fucked you like he knew you – on a cellular level – and he looked at you like you were all there was. You’d spent the entirety of the following day there, draped over him or nestled underneath him. You were never not touching in some way – in the little interludes of sleep; while cooking a breakfast too big for the two of you alone; on every surface of his apartment. 

He changed your life in those twenty-four hours, but not enough for it to stick. 

You’d spent as much time with him as you could in the year afterward, until your twin ambitions sent you both rocketing in other directions. Your various obligations never allowed you to be in the same place for long; and when they did, it was over too soon. No amount of time would ever feel like enough, but half a day, here and there, felt like a cosmic joke.

Like the universe was punishing you for wanting everything, all at once. 

Eventually, you came to a fork in the road. His career, though international, was rooted in Korea – home. Yours took you to Los Angeles, to a vastly different time zone, and a schedule that refused to make space. And you tried, but when it came down to choosing – idling together or racing forward alone – your respective dreams were so heavy that they tipped the scales.  

Neither of you could blame the other. After all, you’d both made the same decision. There was some small comfort in knowing that he understood you. That consolation couldn’t keep you warm at night when you’d instinctively reach out and find half of your bed still empty.

It would’ve been so much easier to live without him if there was some horrible betrayal to pin it all on, but he was as perfect when you lost him as he was when you found him. 

Shaky legs pushed you off the ground. Without meaning to, you groaned as your body returned to its regularly scheduled programming. Yoongi simply muttered, “Same,” as he made additional adjustments in his editing software.

You affectionally touched your knuckles to his shoulder as you passed by, though you quickly realized this gesture wasn’t made to comfort him. 

You shut the door softly behind you and headed up the hallway. Having kicked off and subsequently lost your shoes several hours ago, you padded in socked feet across the hardwood. The pattern – the various evolutions of Eevee – clashed so blatantly with the extravagance around you. Glancing down, you chuckled. At least some parts of you were still recognizable. 

The door to the stairwell creaked as you pushed it open and ducked inside. No longer camped out in the soundproof studio, you could hear the smattering of raindrops as they pummeled the exterior walls of the building. Somewhere between a drum roll and machine gun fire, you couldn’t figure out if the noise emphasized or relieved your anxiety. 

Gently, you lowered yourself down on a step halfway up the flight. As you stared down at your phone, your knee bounced of its own volition.

For once, you were thankful for the seventeen-hour time difference. This was the kind of call you needed to make at midnight, but one you didn’t want him receiving at midnight. It felt so much safer in daylight.

At least one of you had eyes on the sun. 

You’d deleted his number from your phone months ago because you thought it might help you let go. It didn’t. And to make matters worse, you still knew it by heart. As you typed it out easily, you wished this realization surprised you. You also wished that you’d catch him at a bad time, so you could simply leave a message. 

You’d never been lucky, though, had you?

Namjoon was half-asleep at a café table when the vibration of his phone against the wrought metal snapped him out of it. In his under-caffeinated daze, he couldn’t determine what that unbearable grinding noise was.

He could, however, see the way the elderly woman nearby was scowling at him. He furrowed his brows and blinked back at her; silently asking what the fuck her problem was. Just as silently, she pointed an angry, wrinkled finger to his tabletop. 

By the time his brain kicked into gear, he was too late. He picked up his now-quiet phone and nearly dropped it in an instant when he saw your name tied to a missed call.

He didn’t think twice before returning it – he should have – having figured there was only one way to know if he was truly hallucinating. You picked up immediately in a voice so you that he couldn’t have imagined it. He knew because he'd already tried.

“Hey.” 

People who didn’t know you often mistook the natural rasp of your voice for tiredness, but he did know you. You were beyond exhausted, more so than the last time he’d heard from you. Five months and twenty-one days ago.

This sounded like another all-nighter; like you got so consumed in creating that you couldn’t sleep until you finished. Remembering you like this opened a black hole in his chest – all this fondness with nowhere to go, collapsing in on itself, pulling.

What kind of masochist was he, voluntarily subjecting himself to this conversation? 

“Hey,” He croaked. Even his voice didn't know what to do. 

He heard shuffling on your end. You always pinned your phone between your right ear and shoulder to start — he immediately recognized the sound of your hair against the receiver when you switched it to your left side. Vanilla and honey flooded his nose despite the thousands of miles that separated him from the scent of your shampoo. 

There were a thousand questions spinning dizzy in his mind, but he couldn’t untangle them to spit one out. The longer you both remained quiet, the worse it got – and the worse he felt for his silence. Even without seeing you, he knew that your brows were knitting together. He knew that quiet made you feel too exposed. 

Namjoon cleared his throat to speak at the same moment you asked, “How are you?” His words echoed, a half-second from being uttered in unison. 

He prayed to any god that he’d stop feeling so nervous. There was no reason to be, not with you. You were his comfort zone, his safe space and – oh. Past tense.

Presently, you were – what, exactly? Could he call you an “ex” if you’d never had a title? It all felt too juvenile, hearing people whisper about his girlfriend. You were –fuck – You were home, and now his house was haunted.

A ghost. 

“I’ve been good,” he said quickly, planting a hollow smile on his face that wouldn’t have convinced you if you were there. Liar, liar, liar. “Busy. You sound –” 

“Awful?”

“– like you’ve been working all night.” 

He heard a sheepish chuckle and his clumsy, thudding heart went flying off into the void.

“That’s actually why I’m calling,” you admitted in a voice so tiny he nearly missed it, “And I wouldn’t be – I promise – if I could’ve bothered anyone else with this. This one, though… when I hear it in my head, I can’t imagine anyone –” 

“Say less.” 

It slipped out of him automatically. He couldn’t stop it. Now it was dangling there in dead air where he couldn’t reach it and shove it back down his throat. He must have said that to you a thousand times, giving you whatever you needed before you could even finish asking.

This was the first time he’d ever said it without punctuating it with a kiss to your forehead, though. And now, his equilibrium was off, like the staircase had one less step than he was expecting. 

When you finally broke the silence, he could’ve sworn he heard you sniffle, but he quickly kicked that thought back into the cage it escaped from. Your voice didn’t sound sad at all, so you couldn’t have been crying. Why would you be?

“I can have Yoongi send you what we have so far, lyrics too. If you’re interested, just let me know – verse, bridge, whatever you want.” 

“You’re with Yoongi?” 

It came out exactly as he hadn't intended – accusatory. It was no business of his who you spent time with, professionally or otherwise. And it didn’t even surprise him that Yoongi would stick around after the – whatever it was. All your shared friends stayed shared. His confusion was solely that Yoongi never mentioned working with you, let alone flying stateside to do so. 

Why hadn’t Yoongi said something? Did he assume Namjoon wouldn’t be interested in hearing about your project? Because he would - he kept up with all of your releases, even if it hurt. Was he scared that the mere mention of you would exacerbate the tailspin Namjoon was barely surviving?

Or was it something else? 

“Yeah, he got here a few days ago. I offered to send the vocals to him, but he said he wanted In-N-Out,” Your laugh, even under the weight of your sleepiness, still packed a punch. “Might be the longest trip anyone’s ever made for animal-style fries.” 

Namjoon felt like he was going to pass out, but for your sake, he tried to echo your laugh. “Sounds like he’s got his priorities in order, as usual.” 

That uncomfortable silence crawled back in and settled in the space between you. It never used to be like this. His mouth remained open as if his broken brain could think of a single thing to say. There were hours in every second that passed, but he didn’t hang up – and neither did you. 

“So, if I figure something out, I can shoot it back over –” 

You interrupted this time.

“No need,” You chirped. You must’ve sensed that his train of thought now consisted only of question marks because you dove right back in, “I’ll be in Seoul at the end of the month, so we can put all the pieces together then.” 

Please be speaking metaphorically. Please say – 

“I’ve gotta hop off now, but it was –” Your voice petered out at the end of your statement, and he didn’t know what to do within the pause.

What pleasantry would you settle on to end this conversation? Was it nice to hear from him, or did you also feel like you’d walked through the emotional equivalent of a car wash?  

It was heavy when you exhaled the amendment, hitting the ground with a thud that could’ve knocked him over.

It was torture, and it drop-kicked him into the abyss at full-speed. No light above, no hope below. A black hole that he kept selfishly refusing to close – all because he answered your call. 

“Thank you, Joonie.” 

Fuck. He was doomed.

You spent a shocking percentage of your life on international flights. It was a privilege – you knew it – to travel to the extent that you did, but it was so lonely.

If you were flying, there were two justifications. The first was the most common – touring. You’d touch down in cities all over the world, stay for a few hours, and then you’d leave again as soon as you could blink.

Your interactions were limited, either one-sided conversations from a stage; or facilitated entirely by a local translator. Never truly connecting, missed phone calls and texts sent too late to get a response. The same stale conversations with the crew that had been stuck with you for months. 

The second was less common, and somehow even lonelier – visiting a home that was no longer yours. 

It always went the same way. You’d touch down at the Incheon International Airport in your home country and feel just as foreign as the tourists bustling around you. You’d gather a suitcase’s worth of belongings and try not to think about the fact that they – and everything else you owned – once lived there, too. You’d hit customs and then, as a reward, snag yourself some boba from the café on your way out the door. 

In all those trips, you’d never once hailed a cab because Namjoon was always waiting. You’d hear him before you saw him with how loud he kept his car’s stereo, but when you did finally lay eyes on him, you’d light up like a sparkler. He’d shower you with affection – publicly, despite his usually private nature – and swap out the luggage in your hands for some thoughtful surprise. Flowers, usually, after painstaking deliberation over the meaning he wanted to convey. 

Now, you stood on the sidewalk with your empty hand in the air. 

Shortly after settling into your cab, you fell asleep. The person who would have gently scolded you for taking this risk wasn’t there to do so. Instead, you woke up stiff and disoriented to the sound of your driver honking his horn. You quickly learned that he wasn’t honking at traffic; he was honking at you with a scowl on his face. 

“Time to go! Wake up – your stop!” 

He was speaking in English, so it took you a few moments to determine whether you were dreaming. Impatient, he honked again.

Did he think you were a tourist? Was he right?

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you threw the door open and hurled yourself out. You ran to the trunk, snatched your suitcase, and tried not to remember that you didn't used to have to do this part yourself.

Yoongi had the foresight to give you a spare keycard before leaving California, so you were able to get into his building quickly – before you were honked at again. Spoken to in English again, like this place had never been home.

You, belonging nowhere and to no one, kept yourself together until the elevator doors gave you some semblance of shelter. 

Alone, alone, alone, you cried so hard that your shoulders shook. The mirrored walls around you showed infinite versions of you, all pitiful like you were still that little girl who’d gotten separated from her parents at an amusement park. It was incredible how you felt smaller in that elevator than you did as a child.

And fuck, did that embarrassment make you cry even harder. 

Eventually, those doors would have to re-open, and you’d have to let yourself into Yoongi’s unoccupied penthouse just to wait for his return. You were so sick of walking into empty apartments and hearing nothing but your own footsteps. No warmth, no laughter, just a black hole of your own creation. 

You chose this, you reminded yourself. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You were so busy chasing broader horizons, you didn't notice that the sun had disappeared. If you’d known – really, truly known – what the fall would be like, would you have taken that leap of faith? No, you think, but you did and there’s no jumping back into the airplane once you’ve dived out of it.

Ding. 

There was a post-it note waiting for you on the inside of Yoongi’s door that you would’ve missed if you hadn’t taken so much time to shut it behind you. His handwriting was shockingly neat for someone who was always in a rush. His note told you that he’d be home in two hours, that there was food for you in the refrigerator, and that you should help yourself to whatever you needed. 

The sinkhole in your stomach wasn’t created by hunger, so you pushed that down to the bottom of your to-do list and dragged your luggage to the guest bedroom down the hall.

Every inch of his place was undeniably Yoongi – monochromatic and edgy, but still so confusingly inviting. His guest room was similar in style, but with more personalized touches than most visitors tended to expect. Framed photos of friends, and the collaborators he was most proud to work with.

Your eyes eventually found one of you, beaming brightly. 

It hurt to look, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away. It was taken in a photobooth at Kim Seokjin’s wedding last spring. You were sandwiched on a small bench seat between Yoongi and Namjoon.

The former, like you, was captured in the middle of a laugh - smiling at the camera with all teeth, eyes crinkled at the edges but still sparkling. The latter wasn’t looking at the camera at all – just you, like you were all there was. 

Forcing yourself to look away, you returned the frame to its place on the vanity and kept moving. Your primary instinct was to hurl yourself into the plush bed and never leave it. But you felt stale after spending so much time traveling, and you didn’t want to collapse into those beautiful sheets until you’d scrubbed the day off you. 

Shuffling off to the bathroom, you finally remembered to take your phone off ‘airplane mode.’ All at once, the floodgates opened. The onslaught of texts, emails, and voicemails was so overwhelming that your phone froze.

When the flurry stopped, you scanned through your various inboxes for anything that might require an immediate response. Finding nothing urgent, you were about to set your phone down when you saw an email from Namjoon, addressing both you and Yoongi.

His verse, you realized as you opened it. 

I think I lost you sooner than I wanted to  And I know you can't say the same  But I can't hate you for doing what you've gotta do  Cause I'm just in bed sleeping through the pain  Do you see wasted potential when you look at me?  Of what we could be if it wasn't like this  I know you asked me not to try and change myself  But when I was with you, I felt fixed 

It took everything you had not to drop to your knees.

Namjoon was an incredible liar.

He didn’t utilize the skill often – in fact, he was usually too honest – but when he did, he could get himself out of any unwanted scenario.

In the distant past, he’d slip out of obligations made by his label to stay home in bed with you. It worked every single time. Instead of putting on some over-priced suit, wasting his breath swapping empty pleasantries with industry tools; he’d be hooking his arms around your quivering thighs, pinning you to his face as he fucked you with his tongue. 

In the present, he lied again. 

Yoongi asked, “How did it feel to hear from her again?” 

“To be honest,” Namjoon started, knowing full well that nothing he said next would be, “That shit’s behind me, man. I was surprised her number was still in my contacts, you know? She’s been a non-factor for a minute.” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “With the number of girls you’ve gone through in the meantime, I imagine it gets hard to keep track.” 

Hook, line, sinker. 

Namjoon offered a smirk and a shrug in response, which Yoongi accepted without further comment. The relief of being believed did nothing to cure the nausea swirling in Namjoon’s stomach, though - not just for the cruelty of his lie, but for the way he’d acted since you left and stayed gone.  

He learned early on that it would take more than fucking someone he didn't know to keep warm, but knowing better didn’t mean he did better. None of them – and there were many – could pull him from the limbo he found himself in without you. There was an emptiness gnawing at his insides that he couldn’t fill, and the more he tried, the more it tore at him.

The only thing he succeeded at was becoming someone he didn’t recognize –someone he didn’t even like. 

Yoongi pulled into his parking garage and turned to Namjoon, staking him through the heart with words alone. “Well, the non-factor is upstairs, so try to remember her name when you see her.” 

Namjoon chuckled, but it didn’t sound anywhere close to convincing. There was a flicker of doubt in Yoongi’s quickly flexed eyebrow, though he kept any questions he may have had to himself. Without a word, they clambered out of the car, and they stayed quiet until they stepped into the elevator. 

“How has she been?” Namjoon asked more quietly than he meant to. Like someone who’s scared of the answer - or worse, being asked why he’s asking. Quickly diverting further inquiry, he provided clarification Yoongi hadn’t sought. “Sounded tired as fuck on the phone.” 

Yoongi glanced at Namjoon before selecting the button marked with his floor number. “You know how she is,” He hummed. 

That one hurt. He knew how you were – past tense.

Except for that one phone call, he hadn’t heard your voice in months. He hadn’t seen you for even longer than that. Your number hadn’t changed, but for all he knew, everything else could have. All he had now was his memory’s pale imitation of you, always in sight but never within reach.

A ghost that disappeared into the walls before he could get too close. 

When the elevator door opened, Namjoon was fighting between running forward and running away. Incapable of doing either, it was Yoongi’s light punch on his bicep that prompted his feet to move. Namjoon trudged along after him until Yoongi stopped short with a groan. 

“The fuck?” Namjoon coughed as he collided with Yoongi’s back. “Don’t tell me you’re already winded, dude. I’m not giving your old ass a piggy-back ride.” 

The scowl he received could’ve scorched the Earth.  

“I forgot my fucking phone in the car.” Yoongi tossed his apartment key at Namjoon. It thudded against his unsuspecting chest only to be caught on the rebound.

Then, Yoongi pointed at the door. “Go play nice and figure out where we’re getting take-out from. I had a dream about bulgogi last night that was borderline sexual, so keep that in mind.” 

Namjoon’s face scrunched up. “I’ll be trying my best to keep it out, so thanks for that.”  

Yoongi had already turned around, waving a dismissive hand as he stalked off. 

As soon as Namjoon heard the elevator doors close, his phone chirped in his pocket and caught him off guard. He glanced down to find a text from Yoongi – who was, apparently, also a liar. 

Yoongi [18:19 PM]: fyi you always say “to be honest” when you’re about to say some bullshit Yoongi [18:19 PM]: "non-factor" my asssssss

Namjoon grimaced and shoved his phone back into his pocket before walking to Yoongi’s door with his heart in his throat.

Clearly, Yoongi wanted Najmoon to fix things with you. He’d crafted some false narrative to get himself out of there, to give Namjoon the time and space to do it. But there wasn’t a single fucking thing he could say to rebuild the bridge you’d both demolished together.

That is, if you even wanted him to try.

After unlocking the door, he froze. A full minute passed before his hand received his brain’s signal to turn the knob, and even then, his feet felt as if they were encased in concrete. If hearing your voice made him spiral, he was terrified of what the sight of you might do.

More than anything, he was scared to see how you looked at him – and he didn’t know what reaction he wanted. If you lit up the way you used to, it might kill him. If you had no reaction at all, it would definitely kill him. 

He would’ve stalled at that threshold all night if you didn’t appear in the hallway, straight ahead. You froze like a deer in headlights, one hand still on the door you’d exited from. Eyes wide, lips parted ever so slightly in surprise.

He didn’t notice the red rims around your eyes right away, but once he did, every cell in his body screamed at him to run to you, to hold you.

But he didn’t.

Touching you now only to lose you again tomorrow - well, that was a scab he couldn’t rip off again. There was only scar tissue where his heart used to be.

“Hey,” You smiled so sweetly when you saw him, but it didn’t reach your eyes. Those fucking eyes! He’d give up everything he had to erase the sadness swimming behind them, threatening to spill out. 

Why were you still so far away?

You glanced around him, noting Yoongi’s absence, but didn’t ask where he was. “I was thinking we could get something from that –” 

The longer he stared at you, the more impossible it became to keep his distance. He couldn’t stand on that doorstep with you over there, trying so hard to look like you hadn’t been crying – like you weren’t about to start again. 

Fuck it.

If he was so dead-set on re-breaking his own heart, he’d do it with you in his arms.

“Joonie, is everything oka–” 

No, nothing was. Nothing had been, not for – fuck, are his eyes getting misty? - a long time. Not since you walked out of his apartment for the last time, and he let you. He couldn’t make any of it okay, but with you there now, he didn’t give a fuck about where you were before. 

Your eyes were as big as the moon when he finally reached you, blinking your surprise up at him.

Did you really think he had any other option than to hold you? Did you have any idea how you looking at him like this - bare-faced, freshly-showered, vulnerable - demanded his immediate affection?

It felt like coming home, sliding his fingers through your still-damp hair. He could’ve fallen to pieces when the familiar scent of your shampoo – vanilla and honey – crashed over him, but he didn’t. His lips collided with yours, and for the first time in a fucking year, he felt whole.

You clung to him so desperately, you could’ve ripped a hole in his shirt. You couldn't care about that, though, because he kissed you and it was pure starlight. He kissed you hard, nicking your lip between his teeth until you opened your mouth against his.

You whimpered into him, drunk on the wet heat of his mouth, melting and falling and spinning and flying. You felt it all fall to the wayside, every second wasted without him, every text you didn’t send, every wrong turn that led you so far away. 

You didn't realize until you finally broke apart that the tears on your cheek weren’t exclusively yours. His gaze locked with yours, and all either of you could do was gasp for air - chests heaving, lips kissed swollen. If not for the arm around your back, pinning you against his chest, you would’ve floated away. But he had you, completely.  

Finally, you felt tethered. 

Your trembling hand settled on the side of his face. Fuck! That face. The warmth of his skin, the heights of his cheek bones, the gentle slope of his nose.

How many mornings did you wake up and miss it? How did you ever fall asleep without it nuzzled into the crook of your neck, without the whisper of warm breath on your skin?

You wanted to scream until the hurt left your chest, but you didn’t dare – not with that face so perfectly close to yours.  

He spoke first, “I’m so –” 

Your eyes followed your thumb as it swiped over his bottom lip, unearthing a quiver that burned you up inside. He was paralyzed by your touch. Enraptured. Leaving that clause hanging open in the air.

His eyes were wide with anticipation as he watched you, pupils dilating when you whispered. “Say less.” 

Faster than you could process, he lifted you off the ground as if you weighed nothing at all. Automatically, your legs locked behind his back; your lips re-captured his and his kiss never faltered as he carried you back into the guest room. Quickly and with a shocking display of control, he kicked the door closed without slamming it – or breaking it. 

Like so many times before, he laid you gently onto the mattress as if you were crafted from porcelain. And when he finally pulled away from you, you gazed up at him in awe.

This was one of the million reasons you couldn’t seem to let him go – the way his eyes softened when you were breathless underneath him, like you were the only thing in the universe worth looking at.

There were too many things to be said that neither of you could verbalize. You felt them all falling down around you like confetti, loose ends to be tied up later. He didn’t need to say a thing, so long as he kept looking at you like that. 

When his fingers landed at the hem of your shirt, you knew what came next. A dance you’d done a thousand times, you lifted your arms for him to pull it up and off. Still damp from your shower, the ends of your hair raised goosebumps as they chilled the bare skin of your back.  

He moved slowly and without breaking eye contact as he unbuttoned your jeans. Your zipper followed, then your jeans and underwear in tandem. The denim dragged so deliciously against your thighs as he slipped them down, down, down. As he tugged them off your ankles, you discarded your bra and tossed it aside. You were entirely bare and shivering with anticipation when his gaze found you again.

His shirt soon joined yours on the floor. Kneeling between your legs, his bare chest burned against your own as he kissed you for the third time. So many more were needed to make up for lost time, but you could feel how much of himself he poured into the kisses he’d credited you with so far. The taste of his mouth on yours was indescribably intoxicating after so much time apart. 

With you sufficiently distracted, the hands that cupped your face began to migrate. You felt so small under his touch, reduced to putty in the warm expanse of his palms. His face lowered too, freeing your mouth to moan as he placed open-mouthed kisses down the length of your neck.

Involuntarily, you gasped when his fingers pinched at one of your nipples. The curve of his smile impressed upon your throat as he suckled at the sensitive skin he found there, leaving clouds of indigo behind. 

As he marked you, he rolled and tweaked your nipples in turn. Your eyes fluttered shut and you keened while your head crashed back against the pillows, “That mouth – feels s-so fucking good.” Your fingers carded through his hair, fingernails scratching lightly against his scalp; his silence broke with a shuddered moan. 

“S’all I want, baby,” He hummed as his lips trailed down from your neck and beyond your collarbone. “To make you feel good.”  

You were trembling when he claimed one of your nipples with his mouth. Then he had the audacity to look up at you from under his lashes when he released it with a lewd pop, causing your back to arch against his chest with a gasp. There was a rumble from deep within him when your grip on his hair tightened, and the sound alone made you gush. 

“To taste you,” His tongue left a wet stripe above your navel as he continued his descent, large hands dipping beneath you to squeeze the doughy flesh of your ass. Shit - you would simply never recover from this. “To devour you until you melt in my mouth.” 

Another sharp tug at his hair, another guttural moan breaking free from your chest.

How often had you dreamed of this in your time apart? How many times did you try to remember how it felt when that timbre whispered sins against your naked body? Fuck. With those words alone, he had you on the brink. 

You whined when he pulled away from you; but it quickly turned into a gasp when he hooked his arms around your thighs and dragged you with him towards the end of the bed. Now kneeling on the floor, he ducked below your knees until they rested over the tops of his shoulders. 

Face so near to your aching core, he growled, and you felt it. “I missed this pussy –” He placed a wet kiss on your inner thigh, prompting you to clench them reflexively. “I missed the way your thighs squeeze around me while you fuck yourself against my tongue.” 

Shivering, slack-jawed, and stupid, you grabbed fistfuls of the comforter below you. He was so painfully close to your cunt and still so fucking far from you. You knew he could see how badly you craved him - you’d beg for his mouth if you had to. 

Of course, you didn’t have to - you never did.

Seconds before your impatience could drive you fully insane, he was on you, tongue flat against your cunt, dragging up against your slit. When the tip of his tongue flicked over your clit, you cried out with a buck of your hips. His grip on you tightened, pinning you flush against him as he teased you. 

“That it’s, baby. Good girl.” 

It’s a miracle either one of you could form words with how relentlessly he licked, nipped, and suckled on your throbbing cunt. All you could do was babble in response to his praise – until the tip of his tongue penetrated your weeping hole, and you screamed. 

A flurry of curse words spilled from your lips; his name sprinkled in between the obscenities. Fuck, you needed more. More, more, more. You extended your arm and reclaimed your grasp on his locks. Once you did, you began to grind yourself against his tongue until your abdominal muscles burned - you hadn’t utilized them to this extent since the last time.

His hand squeezed your thigh, goading you, encouraging you to use him the way you needed to. The pressure of his tongue increased with your pace. You had no control over the sounds you made; the breathless moans escaped you before you could think of trapping them. The coil was tightening, burning red-hot in the pit of your belly. 

So good, so good, so g – 

“Fuck!” 

One by one, your muscles tensed in quick succession until your body shook violently in his grip. Toes curling, back arching, head crashing backwards into the pillows, mewling. 

When you finally gathered the strength to re-open your bleary eyes, there were spots dotting the edges of your vision – and then there was Namjoon, fuck-drunk between your weakened knees, with a mixture of his saliva and your orgasm shining on his chin. 

Lustful eyes locked squarely on your flushed face; his tongue slid from between his swollen lips to attend to the mess you’d made of him. His panting rivaled yours, but unlike you, he was still capable of speech.

“I will never – ever – get tired of watching you come,” he sighed before wiping his mouth against the back of his hand, “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” 

As he climbed back on top of you, he placed a chaste kiss on your sweaty forehead. “So vulnerable –” Then the tip of your nose. “So vocal –” Then, too briefly, your lips. “Perfect.” 

“Joon,” You murmured against his lips. His mouth curved into a smile at the nickname, which you used almost exclusively to win arguments, or to persuade him to do something. It worked every time. 

He nudged your nose with the tip of his as he tried to conceal his laugh. “Baby?” 

The fond look in his eyes was quickly covered by fluttering eyelids as your fingertips whispered down over his chest. They snapped open and bored into you as your fingers slid over the waistband of his joggers, tracing a feather-light trail over the bulge below. You felt his cock twitch autonomously against the warmth of your palm. 

“Shit,” He hissed through gritted teeth as you squeezed him. Eyes drifting shut once again; he rolled his hips to exacerbate the friction. His neck tensed, head thrown back, when you finally dipped under the elastic and took him into your hand. Skin to skin, burning up.

The next moan from his fawning mouth was something you hadn’t heard in his voice for months – your name. “I need you. Now.” 

In the few moments he pulled away to remove his pants, a chill crept in and settled where the weight of his body had just been.

There it is again, you thought, the feeling of having him and losing him.

When this night was over and he was gone from you, would he stay that way? Should you have gone this far, knowing nothing would be different in the daylight? 

You were blinking fast when he reclaimed the space above you. Something flickered in his eye as he assessed the look on your face, but he didn’t ask. Instead, he leaned down and kissed you so gently that you could’ve imagined it – but so completely that your brain could never have fabricated it. Not successfully, anyway.

You’d already tried. 

Breaking apart once more, he reached down and stroked himself slowly. His eyes never left yours. You both held your breath as he slid into you, millimeter by millimeter, reminding your body – after all this time – how to take him. All of him, to the hilt, until you could finally exhale.

Stretched to accommodate his width, so fucking full, you saw a way out of the nothing that had you trapped like quicksand. It was him, always. Your safe haven.

Neither of you could speak once he began rolling his hips against you. The quiet was electrified by heavy breaths and whimpers. The wet heat of your cunt squelched as your walls enveloped him, just as unwilling to let him go as the rest of you.

Over and over, he grinded into you, dragging his length across your most sensitive places; hips swiveling slightly to the side as he pushed and pulled himself through you, the way he knew you liked it. 

Open mouth beside his ear, you keened and sighed, wordlessly informing him that you wouldn’t last much longer. He was perfectly attuned to your subconscious movements, and he responded to each of them without hesitation.

He’d never need to be reminded that the fingernails digging into his biceps meant faster, and the upward tilt of your jaw meant deeper. That when your eyebrows rose above your closed lids, you were seconds away from your release. 

He remembered exactly how to fuck you through your orgasm when it came – shallow, staccato thrusts that unraveled you further as you writhed against the sheets. The spot on your neck to nip at like some secret switch, praise dripping hot in your ear like honey.

“Such a good girl, squeezing me like this,” He panted, “Taking me so well – so fucking perfect for me, angel.” 

As soon as you crashed down through the atmosphere, his movements threatened to ricochet you right back into space. You keened helplessly with your half-numbed fingers gripping any part of him where they could find purchase.

“I c-can't stop -” You mewled, “How am I s-still c-coming?” 

His response didn’t come in the form of words. His lips collided with yours hard enough to clink teeth as he drove himself deeper and deeper and deeper. Sloppy, kiss-bitten lips laying claim; relentless in their mutual need for closeness. Your walls were still fluttering around him – was this your second orgasm or your third? - when he moaned into your mouth.

Every part of him tensed above, around, and inside you as the flood of his release filled every crevice of your cunt. 

Breathing ragged, his head fell into the crook of your shoulder. Considerate as ever, he tried so hard to keep his full weight off you, but his exhaustion undermined his efforts. You didn’t mind at all – you’d re-build your home there, staying forever between his body and that borrowed bed if you could. 

But you couldn’t, could you? If you felt empty before, how could you feel whole again after this? His name etched itself into your ribcage, and now your body would never re-acclimate to his absence.

Why did you do this to yourself? 

You squeezed your eyes shut tight when you felt tears prickling in their corners.  

Everything you felt for him – over the course of two years – came crashing down over you. You buried your face into his shoulder and tried your best to keep your crying to yourself.

You’d never get his scent off your body now. 

He could sense your shaking; it forced his heavy lids open. 

“I don’t know what to do with it,” you sniffled, silently begging yourself to stop. You felt yourself shrinking under his eye. It would only be a matter of time before you disappeared entirely.

His tone dripped with concern, serving only to deepen that infernal ache in the pit of your stomach. “With what?”  

“All the love I have for you. I don’t –” You sobbed, “I don’t know where to put it now.” 

His breath caught in his throat as if you’d punched him straight in the chest. If you listened hard enough, you might’ve heard his heart break. You could certainly feel it in the way he tensed in your arms.

When he moved off you, you feared the worst – that your incessant crying overflowed the bathtub, and your admission was the toaster thrown recklessly inside. But unlike the last time, he didn’t leave - and neither did you.

The mattress shifted as he claimed the space at your side - where he should have been all this time. Strong arms enveloped you as he turned to face you, and even though he held you, he couldn’t stop you from shattering.

For a while, he let you. Squeezed you hard, stroked your hair the way he used to, let you cry out all the poison that filled the spaces in the cavern of your chest.

And when you could finally breathe again, he kissed your forehead. “I’ll trade you for it.” 

(1/8/23): Check out the sequel, Redamancy, here.

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A Fine Line 11 🥵 (18th Dec)

Kinkmas Day Three 👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 (17th Dec)

You were so proud of your homemade spiked eggnog, but the others needed convincing. In an effort to prove to them that it was delicious, you got a little overzealous and chugged down a bit more than just eggnog.

Kinkmas Day Four 🥵 (17th Dec)

You left Yoongi unsatisfied when a meeting you’d forgotten about started before you’d let him finish. Yoongi believes payback is required.

Kinkmas Day Eight 🥵 (15th Dec)

You and Hoseok have arranged a cosy Christmas film night via skype while he's away and you're looking forward to cuddling up to your laptop for some cheesy comfort. Hoseok has other ideas.

Wax On 💞 (14th Dec)

Your waxer cancelled on you last minute and there was no one else available. Taehyung volunteers and, against all your better judgement, you let him do it.

Alone on your birthday 💞 (13th Dec)

Jimin made a lot of big plans and one big promise for your birthday. Will he be able to keep it?

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