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between takes | 02
as a fluffer for a popular porn star, your focus is to keep him hard and performing on set. turns out he's not the only thing that's hard.
pairing: porn star!jk x f fluffer!reader
genre: porn star au, fluff, angst, smut
word count: 3.7k
warnings: mentions of sexual positions, also yearning and feelings, otherwise pretty tame
rating: NC-17 – Adults Only
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Life is great. Quitting your part time was the best decision you could’ve made. To be honest, even if you could work remotely, Jeongguk fucking someone just yards away was too much of a distraction. The work you managed to do wasn’t up to your standards, and you were forced to compensate, work dragging out into the late nights. It tired you out, and you rarely had the energy to meet friends or family.
Now you do. You wake up, feeling rested, and you’re up to date with everything at work, sometimes even ahead. You see your family and you meet with friends beyond your colleagues. You’ve even started taking long daily walks around the park close to your apartment.
But something is still missing. You’re still pretty busy, but your thoughts drift when you’ve gone to bed or when your ears are filled with music as you trudge the familiar route around the park. In those moments, your heart hurts.
You miss him.
Although working there for slightly more than a year and becoming pretty close, you never exchanged numbers since you were adamant about keeping your work and private life separate. Or more like, keeping Jeongguk separate from your private life. The only message you got was an email from the company saying you forgot your laptop charger there. You have multiple, so you didn’t bother getting it. Until your other broke, and you’d promised yourself to stop wasting so much money.
So, four months after you thought you left the big, shiny building for the last time, you’re once again pushing open one of its large entrance doors. In and out, just take the elevator to the reception and they should have your charger there. It won’t even take five minutes.
Except that there’s someone you don’t know working the reception, and she seems to have trouble answering the man in front of you’s question. If there’s one thing you don’t need, it’s for Jeongguk to see you, so you bite your lip, hoping the woman finds what she’s looking for soon. It’s earlier than you know he usually arrives, but you can never be too sure.
Finally, the man thanks the receptionist for the number to someone in production, and you take his place at the desk.
“Hi, I used to work here up to around four months ago. I got an email saying that I’d forgotten my laptop charger, so I’d like to pick that up, please?”
The woman nods and smiles at you before she rolls her chair away to open some drawer. You hear the sound of things rustling around as she’s obviously searching for it. Unfortunately, she mumbles something and returns to her original position, scratching her head.
“Uh, It’s not here, but I remember Yeri said something about reorganizing the lost and found, but I–”
She’s interrupted by the phone, glancing at the number displayed and sighing. “You know Yeri?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “I do.”
“She’s in B42, why don’t you go and ask her? This is going to take a while,” she speaks, lifting the corded phone and putting it to her ear. “Hello, this is Nayeon at Adam & Eve, how may I help you?”
Confused, you mouth “I don’t have a keycard anymore,” to which she removes the phone from her mouth and covers it with her other hand. “They’ll let you in if you knock.”
Poor Nayeon looks like the person on the other line is the last one she’d want to talk to, so you figure you’ll cut her some slack.
To get to B42, you need to take the elevator up to the fourth floor and into the ‘B’ corridor, and it doesn’t take you long to do just that. Standing in front of the locked door, you place three solid knocks on it and wait a few seconds until it opens. Turns out it’s another familiar face that greets you, dressed in nothing but what looks like a firefighter’s thick, yellow pants.
“Hey? I, uh, thought you quit?”
“Hey… Taehyung. I did, yeah, but I forgot something here, so… I’m looking for Yeri?”
You’ve only spoken to Taehyung a few times, but the tall blonde has been nothing but polite, and he is now as well, smiling down at you and opening the door wider to let you through. “She’s over there,” he gestures behind him into the middle of the room.
Like he said, you spot Yeri on the set, dressed in jeans and a dark red turtleneck sweater, talking to two men who carry heavy equipment in their arms. She stands with her back toward you and therefore hasn’t spotted you, so you step into the room.
The set is another one meant to look like a regular home, and considering what Taehyung is wearing, you guess a beautiful, seductive woman is about to burn something on her stove and receive a valuable fire safety lesson from a hot firefighter.
“Yeri?”
She turns around at the sound of her name, breaking out in a smile when she recognizes you.
“Hey!” she exclaims happily, “How are you? Are you coming back?”
“Oh, uh, no, I just came to get my charger, Nayeon seemed to have her hands full at the reception, so she asked me to find you.”
“Oh, I see. Well, we had some of the new but delayed filming equipment finally delivered, so I just need to tell these guys–no, more to the left!--uh… where to place it all. I’ll be done in like… two minutes and you can follow me to the office?”
“Sure, no problem.”
“Great, so, tell me, what do you do these days?”
“I work full time as a data analyst, so it’s pretty different from… ,” you start, gesturing around you to the large set. But as you’re doing so, you happen to also peer around the big room, nearly doing a double take when you see him.
Apparently, Taehyung isn’t the only firefighter meant to teach someone a lesson because not far from the door you just entered through a few minutes ago, Jeongguk stands. Just like his coworker, he’s only dressed in those big, bulky firefighter pants, the red suspenders hanging loosely from his waist.
You look at him, and he looks at you, his brown eyes wide. But he isn’t alone. A woman stands before him, looking up at him with one hand down his unbuttoned pants and the other splayed across his chest.
You blink, turning your head away quickly, “Pretty different from this.”
Yeri chuckles, oblivious to the strange feeling in your chest. “I bet.”
A man dressed in black asks her about some cable to which she points to her desired outlet.
“Get ready everyone, ten minutes!” someone calls out, and people put in an extra gear. You spot a beautiful woman, dressed in short shorts, a tank top, and with her makeup looking flawless, leading you to believe that she’s the one about to be spitroasted for endangering her neighbors.
“Hey,” a voice you’d recognize anywhere sounds from behind you.
Turning around, you’re once again met with those brown, round eyes. A woman calls for Yeri and she rushes over to help with something, leaving you alone with Jeongguk.
Seeing him again has your heart dropping. Was he always this big? This thick and muscular? His honeyed skin looks so warm, and your own body is telling you to just please take a few steps closer so that you can wrap your arms around him and touch him like you used to.
“Uh, hi…”
“How are you?” he asks honestly, disregarding the people moving around him.
“I’m… good. How are you?” you ask politely in return. The woman he just left behind stands leaning against the wall, looking at her phone but glancing worriedly at the two of you. She’s really pretty, so while it feels like someone is strangling your heart slowly, you’re not all that surprised.
“I’m alright… Listen, I didn’t think you’d quit,” he reveals, looking sad and almost regretful.
“Yeah, I was thinking about it for a pretty long time, actually. The only thing that kept me was… well… you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, so I take it it went well?” you nod toward the woman behind him. “Is that… her?”
He turns his head to look behind him before returning his eyes to you. “Yeah.”
“She’s your girlfriend, like officially?”
It’s a fair assumption considering he didn’t want you touching him because he was in love with someone else. You wonder if she was in the business before getting to know Jeongguk, or if she applied for the job because she got to know him.
“Yeah.”
It’s like a stab to the heart. You never pursued him because you knew it wouldn’t work, but it still hurts to see him with someone else. You had your reasons, but you still feel like an idiot who made their life’s biggest mistake.
Just in time, Yeri returns smiling at the both of you, “So, are you ready to go?”
You nod before addressing Jeongguk, your feet already moving you back toward the door. “Look, I gotta go. It was nice seeing you again, Jeongguk. Good luck with everything.”
He nods slowly, mumbling something you don’t quite catch.
For the next two months, you don’t think a lot about Jeongguk. Or, at least you try not to, but he still manages to weasel his way into your late night thoughts and even dreams. Your biggest savior is work because without it, you would’ve probably just been moping around.
And work is… fun. After overcoming the initial bout of imposter syndrome, things are improving, and you’re well on your way of becoming pretty close with some of the coworkers your own age. They definitely make work itself more fun, but you also spend time together outside of it.
“Here you go,” Jennie says, placing the colorful drinks down on the table before taking her seat on the opposite side of the curved booth.
“Thanks,” Lisa grins, reaching for the yellow one and immediately bringing its straw to her mouth for a sip.
Already slightly tipsy, you thank Jennie as well, your hand grasping the pink one you ordered, your third for the night.
“Where are the guys?” Rosé questions from beside Jennie, “I thought they’d be here by now?”
“Doyoung said eleven, so… now, essentially,” you answer after glancing at your watch.
Lisa elbows you softly with a teasing smirk, “So, Doyoung…”
You roll your eyes, moving the straw around in the glass, “We’re friends.”
“He definitely likes you, though, and he’s really cute.”
He certainly is. And honestly, he is your type of man: sweet with big, round and dark eyes, a sense of humor, and an… incredible body. You’d be insane not to blush just a little when he’s around.
But before Doyoung and the other male coworkers show up, another group of people does. You notice them by accident as you’re leaning back, trying to see if there’s a line to the bathroom, your eyes landing on a very familiar muscular back and head of dark hair. He’s standing at the bar together with Taehyung, Jimin, and two laughing women; Wendy being one and the other being his… girlfriend.
They’re too far away–with too many dancing people between you–to see you, and so you turn your attention back to your own table. Turns out that the guys are running late, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t keep your eyes from slowly drifting away from your friend group.
Jeongguk is wearing all black; a t-shirt, baggy jeans, and a black cap, similar to the one he wore on set that last day. He looks so big, so muscular where he stands, talking to his friends and holding a beer. You swallow uncomfortably, painfully aware of how your body just absolutely still longs for him.
“You okay?”
Blinking, you turn your head back to Jennie, “Hmm? Yeah, of course.”
Jisoo observes you, so you put on a big smile that seems to convince her. Though, soon enough, you really do need to visit the ladies’ room, so you pick a moment where it seems like the entire bar is cheering for someone or something, and you slip through the crowd seamlessly.
The line takes five minutes, and when you’ve peed, you sit on the lid for an additional thirty seconds, the loud but muffled music beating in time with your heart. You don’t want to be considered rude, but you hope Jeongguk doesn’t notice your presence. If you’ve learned anything since quitting the fluffer job, it’s that Jeongguk meant a whole lot more to you than you thought. Or at least that missing him feels more intense than you could’ve guessed. It’s just salt in your wounds that those wounds could be partially self inflicted and that his girlfriend is really pretty.
Before someone knocks on the door, you gather yourself, adjust your jeans and red top, and unlock the door to step out. You hear her call your name before you see her. Wendy. She’s all dolled up tonight, wearing a short, sparkly black dress and her hair in a high ponytail.
“Oh my God!” she exclaims with her arms open, turning her head to speak to the girl after her in line, “you go ahead.”
Wendy wraps her arms around you, and you do the same, feeling a genuine smile pull on your lips. “It’s nice to see you, Wendy.”
“I’ve missed you!” she gushes, “How are you doing?”
You let go of each other and step back.
“I’m… good. Out with my coworkers. How are you?”
“I’m great, especially now! And also out with coworkers,” she grins, motioning over her shoulder before turning somewhat serious. “Can I ask what happened?’”
Surprised, and confused, you feel the lines crease on your forehead. “Uh… what?”
“I figured something must’ve… happened,” she explains, looking slightly worried. “Between you and Jeongguk? Something that made you quit?”
“Quit? I quit because he switched me out.”
Surprised herself, she meets your eyes, “What? He didn’t say that. Why?”
“He didn’t want to work with me anymore. Said he had feelings for her,” you nod toward the group still standing by the bar, Jeongguk speaking to his fluffer and girlfriend.
“What? That’s not possible; she started like a month after you quit, and they didn’t know each other before that.”
Your thoughts spin inside your mind. You just assumed that if he didn’t feel comfortable with another woman touching him like you did when he was in love with someone, he wouldn’t get another fluffer. Except if that fluffer was the girl that he was in love with. And he confirmed it, didn’t he?
You and Wendy stand in silence, watching each other in confusion. “But he… I went back for my charger a while ago and I saw them and asked if she was his girlfriend. He said ‘yes.’”
Wendy narrows her eyes, appearing deep in thought. “Like I said, they met after you quit, so… ”
You shift the weight on your feet. “Look, don’t worry about it, it doesn’t matter. If he didn’t know her at the time, he either lied to get rid of me or he had feelings for someone other than her,” you shrug, trying to play it off like both options don’t hurt. “But they’re dating now, so it doesn’t matter.”
Wendy looks between you and over her shoulder at the people in the distance behind you. “You know what I think?”
That Jeongguk truly lied to get rid of you? That you somehow did something that made him dislike you, practically from one day to another. Or… maybe it came slowly and gradually until he just couldn’t stand you anymore? It almost brings tears to your eyes to consider.
“No?” you mumble, apparently loud enough–or your body language clear enough–for Wendy to understand you.
She grabs your arm and motions for you to follow her. A look toward your friends confirms that they’re not looking for you yet. After all, the lines to the bathroom can be pretty long, so it won’t be strange if you disappear for another minute or two.
She weaves through people until you reach the entrance, where the colder outside air leaks inside. You follow her outside where she stops and turns to you.
“Okay, so… They’re not dating. I mean, Joy for sure is interested in him, but I think he’s in love with you.”
At first, your eyes widen, before they narrow and you scoff lightly. “He didn’t feel comfortable working with me, I doubt he’s somehow in love with me.”
“Yeah, I don’t understand… everything, but listen. He doesn’t care for her. Sure, he’s nice cause he’s Jeongguk; he’s always nice, but… it takes a whole lot longer to… prepare him for shoots.”
“Prepare..? You mean get him hard?”
Wendy nods earnestly, “Yes. Like, twice as long, easily. I even saw him pop a blue little pill the other day.”
Though her discoveries make you… sad?, you sigh, feeling your shoulders sink a little. “Wendy, that doesn’t mean anything, you know that. Men of all ages experience… troubles like that sometimes, especially if you’re expected to perform as often as he is.”
“Sure, but look at the whole picture; he’s not as vibrant and excited to come into work as he was when you were around.”
You bite the inside of your cheek. Of course, a part of you wants him to miss you. You want to have meant something to him, but you’re not sure you believe her. And even if it was true and she’s right, he switched you out. For whatever reason, he didn’t want you there.
“It could be… seasonal depression,” you mumble, gaze directed toward the street. “Look, Wendy, I gotta head back to my friends.”
She looks as if she wants to say something, but the sad smile you give her as you start to back toward the door again stops her, and she decides not to.
“I’ll see you around?” she tilts her head hopefully, and you nod despite knowing that you weren’t close enough to even have exchanged phone numbers to begin with.
The walk back to your friends feels weird. Some questions were somewhat answered, but new ones just popped up to take their place. If not Joy, who was he referring to when he said he’d started seeing someone? Could Wendy be right about him missing… you?
Going back to the basics, it hurt you a lot when he simply decided one day not to work with you anymore because you thought you were something, good friends at least, yet he didn’t even warn you. You had hoped, maybe stupidly, that even if he didn’t want you to touch him like that anymore, that he’d still have you as a regular assistant? After all, getting him and keeping him hard wasn’t the only thing you did.
There are more people around your booth when you arrive, tall men squeezing into it next to your female friends. You smile toward whoever notices you as they’re settling down.
“What’s wrong?” Lisa mouths, eyes worried.
You keep your voice down as much as possible, sighing before you smile sadly. “You know the guy I worked with before? He’s here.”
Lisa’s eyes widen just as you hear a voice say your name. Directing your head forward, you meet Doyoung’s brown eyes. He sits in your previous spot, at the far end of the curved booth, and he pats his thighs. You could probably squeeze in next to him, but it’d be a tight fit, and following Jennie’s lead, sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, is probably more comfortable.
“The porn star?” Lisa asks hurriedly, her gaze searching the room, “Where?”
You take a seat on Doyoung’s thick thighs. “At the bar. Tall, wearing all black. Cap.”
The moment she finds him, Lisa swats Rosé’s arm next to her, getting her attention and motioning toward Jeongguk.
“Porn star?” Doyoung asks from behind you, having heard the loud gossip. Though you’re not one to spill the details of your past job to just anyone, you don’t feel like you need to keep Jeongguk a secret in that way.
Glancing at your old colleagues where they’re throwing back shots at the bar, you also know Jeongguk isn’t embarrassed in the slightest by his profession.
“Yeah. I used to work part time as an assistant at Adam & Eve.”
“Shit. For him?” another of your male coworkers–Johnny–speaks in awe. “I’ve definitely seen him.”
With Johnny’s shameless admission, the conversation turns to revolve around porn-watching habits. You tune out the men and their curious thoughts regarding just how many women a porn star has slept with, and how they definitely don’t have trouble getting laid in their private time either.
Doyoung reaches for your hand, pulling you back into him slowly, not appearing starstruck or too curious about Jeongguk or the porn industry.
“You okay?”
You nod, “Yeah. We weren’t… I just thought we were better friends than it turned out we were.”
He hums in understanding, getting the hint that you don’t really want to go into details about it. And how would you explain it? That you dream about him–not necessarily his body but the way he can step inside a room and just warm everything up? How he made you laugh and forget about the world around you, and how he always listened to you complain about uni when you were still in it despite possessing no knowledge of computer science? How he would, intentionally or not, make you feel so beautiful and desired, even though he was the one naked and never you? How would you explain missing him so much it hurts, and when you wake up after dreaming about him, feeling empty?
Sitting on Doyoung’s lap with a drink in front of you and your elbows on the wooden table, you start feeling better as the conversation moves on. You try not to let your eyes wander from your table and company, but the one time they do, you spot Wendy on her tippy toes, speaking into Jeongguk’s ear while the rest of their company down another shot.
The second she steps back, you watch him look for something. Or someone, more precisely. You.
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author's note: hey, i hope you like it despite it being a bit shorter (the next part and the part after that are pretty.... long and eventful LMAO reminder: there is no taglist
Oof...!!! This is so exciting!!! But my heart is breaking for gukkie!!
»part twenty - b a l a n c e
»tiger flower
»jeon jeongguk x reader | college!au
not many people knew the shy guy who used to do everything alone in high school was the one to secretly leave flowers in your seat every week. you most certainly didn’t know the introvert guy you were just befriending in third year of college was the reason flowers meant so much to you now. and jeongguk? he most definitely didn’t know he would once again be silently aching for you to please love him.
a/n: seems like our girl is finally becoming aware 👀 i hope you guys enjoyed 💕