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I made my version of the Demon Hunters 🇧🇷(first generation)

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Ex-boyfriend CEO! Satoru did not see that coming!

Ex-boyfriend CEO! Satoru did not move on from things. No, he would much rather gnaw on the metaphorical bone of his inconveniences to the marrow and stew, pout and annoy his way through any hardship, until things were finally done his way - the right way, as he would call it. A Satoru problem was a communal problem so it was in everyone’s best interest to keep him appeased.

When you broke up with him (out of nowhere!, he would say, despite your many convoluted discussions and screaming matches that ended on a flying shoe heading straight to his head), one would believe the apocalypse had finally arrived if the sudden hovering cloud of doom that covered the however-many-floors skyscraper of Gojo Industry was any indicator. Satoru dragged himself through the halls like an emo wraith, a strong-smelling flask in one hand and a comically large Hershey’s bar in the other, sucking the joy and laughter out of every room he entered.

Now, one might ask if he hadn’t fought for your relationship, considering you were, in his very own Shakespearian words, “his pookie”. And of course he would! He had fought much harder for much less, e.g the Great Kikufuku Fistfight of 2010. He would’ve hung outside your window with a boombox playing every Glee song until your neighbours threw stones at him; he would’ve bought you a whole ass Pop Mart so you could open every single surprise box until you forgave him; he would’ve… He would’ve… He would’ve worked on himself - grow by your side and become a better version of the man you initially fell in love with. He would evolve from his current ever-hungry, sassy manchild state to an… Well, ever-hungry, sassy manadult (?).

If only you gave him a chance! Instead, you had disappeared from the face of the earth as soon as you shut the door behind you, gone without a trace much like Nanami’s side bangs and just as missed. Suddenly, Satoru couldn’t find your socials, reach your number or contact your friends and family. If it wasn’t for a couple of belongings you left behind, he would’ve thought he dreamt of your relationship in a vape and Red Bull induced haze.

Now, years later and much more mature, no longer leaving his wet towel on the bathroom floor or smoking tutti-frutti summer tropical e-cigs, he still carried your vacancy like a scar, the weight of all the love he had stored for you sagging his posture. And despite his easy laughter, lazy smiles and concerningly odd gait, his stare was always a bit disconnected or dissociated, daydreaming of the day you would come back to his arms, all sins forgotten and forgiven.

Well, when that day finally came, it did not go exactly as he had planned or written down on his journal with crass stick figure illustrations depicting your first night together in a way that had even his stoic friend suguru blushing to the roots of his luscious hair. No, it happened when he was in the ER after swallowing a small Happy Meal plastic toy (don’t ask) and a young child with striking blue eyes sat next to him, legs kicking underneath the too high chair, looking chastised.

“Tough day?” he asked the child as if they were both salary men complaining at an izakaya.

The boy nodded grimly. “Ate too much candy”, he admitted. “Threw up. Scared momma.”

Ah, the wonders of childhood. “Yup” Satoru agreed “Been there. I once ate 3 packages of fruity pebbles in one day.” He refrained from telling the child that happened when he was in college, as that information was inconsequential.

“Momma doesn’t let me eat so much candy.”

“She seems like a smart lady. I had a girlfriend who didn’t like when I ate too much candy too.”

“You don’t have a girlfriend anymore?” the boy asked and Satoru suddenly felt as if he had met the smallest therapist ever for a free session.

“No. She left.”

“Because of all the candy?”

Satoru paused. Oh my God, could it be because of all the candy? “I… I don’t think so?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t eat candy,” the child mused. “I don’t want momma to leave.” 

Satoru looked around for the possible mother of the tiny shrink. “Where is your mother, by the way?” 

“Hiro!” a voice called. “There you are baby!”

Satoru had several thoughts at the same time, his epiphany pulling out a gasp from his throat that lodged the fucking toy even deeper in his airways. 

The first thought, intrusive and instinctual, was of how pretty you looked. Older and matured, filled out in all the right places. You paradoxically looked exactly the same, but somehow better.

The second thought was about how he was never great at math nor at telling children’s age. But even he could add two and two and come up with an educated guess at that boy’s parentage, considering the lazuli eyes and the worrying taste for forbidden candy. 

The third and final thought was of how lucky he was to already be in the ER, because he was about 76% sure he was having a heart attack.

A/N: english is not my first language and this is my first time writing for the JJK universe, so feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: OT7xReader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:   The one where Jungkook develops a huge crush on a Youtuber he found after falling into the rabbit hole of his recommended videos. Unbeknownst to him, you were also recommended to his hyungs.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:   Romance, Humor, Fluff, Youtuber AU

°•. 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕  .•°

Part one - Jungkook is not stupid (or so he says)

Part two - And I’m happy (I hope you are too)

Part three - Dexter (the one with the laboratory)

Part four - The forces of fate (pushed Jungkook down the stairs)

Part five - Reverse Card (but Taehyung can’t play Uno)

Part six -  Junsu (please give me your cousin’s number)

Part seven - Not jealousy (just harmless selfishness)

Part eight - Namjoon (use your brain)

Part nine - Jungkook’s night (and how Yoongi stole his thunder)

Part ten - Dear Hybe (First of all, fuck you)

Part eleven -  I carry your heart (unless I forgot it on top of the coffee table)

Part twelve -  Jungkook came to make you feel good (it’s not what you’re thinking)

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✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: YoongixReader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:   Yoongi never had a crush. Until you. (part 5)

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:   Romance, Humor, Fluff, Crack

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(<<< part four)

Being an idol for so long, Yoongi got used to certain luxuries, leading to the eventual deletion of certain basic skills from his mind. Due to his accountant, he no longer knew how to pay for simple house bills and an attempt might lead to an accidental bankruptcy. Thanks to his assistant, he didn’t have to schedule his own medical appointments, and if that particular task was dependent on him, he would’ve probably been dead by the hands of a common flu by then.

But at the age of thirty, nearing the end of his life, Yoongi believed there was something undignified in asking his stylist to put together an outfit for a date he didn’t even have the balls to orchestrate himself. Already he felt like a victorian lady, waiting for his knight (you) to pick him up for libations. And even though his metaphor was anachronistic (were there knights in the victorian era? When exactly was the victorian era? Was it Jane Austen-y or Shakespear-y? All questions he pondered in the shower but had no answer) it perfectly described the mixture of humiliation and giddiness that preceded your dinner date. 

He didn’t want to depend on a group of overbearing stylists to pick his look for your date - certainly that was a task that even a barely functioning human  being such as him could accomplish. But judging by the ever-growing pile of clothes on top of his bed, he had grossly misread his skills.

Thankfully, he had started preparing for your date about 7 hours before the agreed upon time, so he still had a while before he was scheduled to leave his clothing-covered apartment. On the other hand, he had been mentally preparing for this date ever since the word “dinner” left your soft-looking lips. Did he feel ready? Not at all.

He had called you earlier (he had your number!!!!), looking for tips on what to wear. Your slightly accented  voice through the phone had him kicking his feet, twirling a long strand of hair from the back of his neck.

“Just wear something casual. We’re not going anywhere fancy, I’m just making dinner at home” you said, sending him scrambling to put away all the tuxedos he had set aside just in case. “Whatever you feel most comfortable in is fine” okay so that ruled out all his leather pants too. “I’m sure you’ll look handsome either way.”

Needless to say, Yoongi finished the call with a muffled okayseeyoulaterbye! and proceeded to scream into the void of his laundry basket until the upstairs neighbour told him to shut the fuck up. And although his cathartic scream of love was censored, his flushed high would still last a couple hours, crashed only by the conundrum of what a casual outfit consisted of. 

Well, desperate times called for desperate measures. He called Bob.

“Bob” he said without much ado as soon as his intern picked up the phone “what do you consider a casual outfit? Dress shirt? Loafers? Prada or prada-less?”

“I don’t own prada loafers, sir.”

“Right. I’ll get you a pair” Yoongi had no place to be too snobby, considering his fans thought he slept on top of cardboard before his debut, making raps out of medicine leaflets. “Do you go on dates, Bob?” 

“Is that an invitation, sir? I have a girlfriend.” 

“What do you wear when you go on a date with your girlfriend, Bobert?” 

“Jeans, sneakers and a clean shirt, sir. A button down if she’s mad at me. No jerseys, I learned that the hard way.”

“And if she’s not mad but you want to impress her?” 

“I wear my cologne. It’s called chick-magnet.”

“Your existence is depressing. Thank you, Bob.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

If even a creature so painfully simplistic such as Bob could find love in this word, so could Yoongi. If anything, that 5 minute passive aggressive call brought him hope. And so he dug into the pile of Valentino’s until he found dark washed jeans and a simple button down shirt. Paired with a discrete silver chain and a box of chocolate that could potentially shock you into a coma if you ever found out the price, he felt ready. 

Now he just had to wait five hours for the actual date.

Bugger. Bugger it all to hell.

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cause of death: yearning

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Going back to old writing is either just like:

1. “Who wrote this masterpiece?! It was ME?!”

2. “Who wrote this absolute shit? Oh fuck my life, that was me, wasn’t it?”

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𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.

Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: thank god this has been ready for months for my ko-fi crew because i have serious writer's block and everything i touch becomes garbage - like an anti-midas, one might say

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦

(<<< part three)

“I need a good reason.”

“If you need a good reason to do something, then maybe you should consider not doing it.”

After your not so friendly get-together the previous night, Jungkook had gone home with a pounding headache and a heartburn he refused to associate with disappointment, choosing instead to blame it on the half sweet, half savory atrocious bucket of popcorn he inhaled between sobs.

A good reason. Where on earth would he find one of those? He had never needed much more than “because I want to” to justify his antics, and life seemed to work out just fine when he just kept following his every whim with little to no justification.

Your words had sent him once more into a philosophical spiral that had him questioning his very existence - funny how you seemed to be able to do that with such ease, unblinking and unflinching with a self satisfied smirk. At the height of his college age, Jungkook now needed to find a reason to do things? A good one, at that? Preposterous. 

And so, as he usually did in moments of great distress and moral conundrum, Jungkook seeked the help of his wisest friend, who certainly would be able to guide him to the right decision.

Yoongi was hunched over a duct-taped laptop when Jungkook found him, with eyes swollen and bloodshot like he hadn’t known sleep or peace in his past three lives. His shirt was covered in unidentifiable crumbs and his fingers permanently bent in a keyboard-caused claw, but Jungkook knew that under that goblin-like music production major appearance, hid a well of decades-old knowledge.

“I need a good reason to want to go out with this girl.”

Yoongi paused his typing to stare at his younger friend. “You… What?”

“I want this girl to go out with me and she said I need a good reason.” Jungkook repeated like it made the matter any clearer.

“And what is your current reason to go out with her?”

“Spite.”

“Right, of course.” Honestly, at that point, Yoongi should’ve known better than to expect anything else from his dongsaeng. 

“What is a good reason to go out with a girl?”

“Because you like her?”

Jungkook thought about the constant urge to rip out his hair and stab himself with a spork when you were around. “What else?”

“That’s pretty much all I ever needed.”

“Well, how do you know if you like a girl?”

“Aren’t you a bit too old to be asking that? Have you never had a crush on someone?” 

“Does Jessica Rabbit count?” 

Yoongi did not answer, just stared open mouthed at his friend who never ceased to surprise him. He was way too tired and way too swamped with assignments to truly begin to comprehend the depth of the psychological damage those questions indicated. Was this the result of being too loved at home, he wondered? Did Jungkook’s nice childhood build him no character? 

“When you’re with a girl” Jungkook continued, not bothered by his friend’s concerned astonishment “what are the things that make you think damn I really like her?”

Shrugging, Yoongi turned back to his wheezing laptop, deciding that it was best not to give much thought to whatever shenanigan Jungkook had brewing. He had learned that it was best to get involved as little as possible when it came to his schemes. “I don’t know, is she hot?”

You were scorching. When Jungkook first ran his fingers through your thighs in a soft caress that had goosebumps rising, he didn’t expect to find your skin so warm to the touch. Your presence enough was verging on stifling, but your weight on top of him and your blackberry-tasting lips pressed against his had him lightheaded and gasping for air, palms tingling from where it met your skin. You on his lap were an all encompassing experience that surrounded his senses. He felt you everywhere and the way you grinded down on him before separating slightly had him whining not unlike a desperately thirsty man in a desert. This is ambrosia, he thought, a term he learned from you.

When he looked up at you, everything intensified and he had to hold back the urge to buck up his hips and push you down on him. Your skin glistened and your lips were swollen from his bites, pupils twice the normal size. He allowed his hands to travel up your body, from where your thighs spilled from your shorts up to your abdomen, feeling the muscle spasm underneath his touch and your hips twitch when he climbed higher, reaching underneath your shirt in a way that had you falling back onto him, searching for his kisses as he pinched your…

Jungkook coughed, fixing his pants and shifting uncomfortably. “Well, yes” he answered at last.

Yoongi continued “Is she smart?”.

“What 's this?” Jungkook asked, poking around your coffee table as you took off your shoes and set your keys in a ceramic bowl.

“A book” you said smiling. “Are you not familiar with the concept?” 

“Haha” he laughed sarcastically. He flipped around the book, only interested in it due to the golden foil in the cover. “Are you… Enjoying it?” He tried to make small talk, unsure how to approach you now that you’ve reached your apartment after an hour-long make out session in the back seat of his car that had him harder than a brick.

You reached out, taking his hand and guiding him to your couch, long nails tracing lines on his palms “Yes, I am. It gives an interesting perspective on how mortality impacts our behaviours.”

He blinked rapidly, too distracted by your touch and the sight of you in those shorts sitting so closely once more. “Right” he agreed absentmindedly “mortality, sure. It impacts… What?”

You laughed and even though it was at him, he could tell it was one of those rare non-mean spirited laughs that he didn’t get the chance to see often and that softened your face into something that twisted his stomach into perfect boy-scouts knots.  

“Think of The Eternals, right? That Marvel movie. They live forever. Imagine seeing humanity through their eyes” your hand kept drawing patterns up his arms, voice soothing as you traced his biceps and Jungkook felt as if he was being hypnotized. “Imagine watching these beings tear themselves apart about things that, to you, last a little longer than a blink. Do you feel pity? Curiosity?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“I would feel jealousy.”

“You would?”

“Yes” you climbed on his lap, digging your fingers into his long hair and Jungkook thought it was the weirdest seduction technique ever, lecturing him about ephemerality while grinding down on his bulge, but goddamnit it was working. “When you live that long, you lose sight of how precious it is to actually live, because you watch things die with such unnerving frequency. What importance do your actions have if you outlive all the consequences?” Jungkook wouldn’t know how to answer that even if you weren’t kissing his neck, leaving him distracted and incapable of coherent thoughts, more so than usual. “If you’re mortal, time and death and decay give you a constant sense of urgency that intensifies everything and” you peck your way up to his lips and by then Jungkook is unable to identify your words “if you can die at any given moment, you have to enjoy things while they last.”

“So?” Yoongi called, waking Jungkook from his daydream.

“Oh, yes. She’s smart” he said. “Way too smart, actually, like, it might be a problem.”

“Maybe she’s the one that needs a good reason to be with you then.” Yoongi smirked as Jungkook flipped him off “Is she nice?”

Jungkook scoffed “No.”

“Is that why you like her?”

Jungkook felt like that answer would give his psychoanalytic friend too much ammo, so he remained quiet.

But kind of, yeah.

Wait…

Yoongi smiled, cheshire-like “So you do like her.”

“No!” The younger man denied “I’m just… I don’t know, intrigued! She’s hot, rude, smart, weird and hates my guts…”

“Sounds like one hell of a woman. Have you given her any reason to hate you? Actually, never mind, I know the answer to that.”

Jungkook didn’t have it in him to be offended. His friend was right. 

“Look, man, I’m not gonna validate whatever weird thing you’ve got going on with this girl. I have enough hanging over my head without the probable gnawing guilt. If you like this girl, really like her, you already have enough of a reason.” 

“But is it a good one?”

“That’s not up to me, is it?”

***

Jungkook decided that he was going to spend a weekend focusing on other matters. You had taken over his mind and schedule and he needed a break to think about something besides your smirk and demands. So he visited his parents, who lived less than an hour away and decided to join them watching his little sister’s soccer game in his old middle school in an attempt to clear his head.

Minha, his sister, wasn’t particularly gifted in the sport, but, much like her brother, she was driven and dedicated to everything she set her mind to. And, as it was the curse of all younger siblings, she was filled with unimaginable violence and anger, knocking down other little girls like a WWE fighter. 

Yeah, Jungkook didn’t know where she got that from. But it was amusing to watch the little ankle biter mow her way through the field and yell at the referee until the tired middle aged dad volunteering that day threatened her with a yellow card.

When the game ended in a close call victory to her team, he stepped out from the bleachers to meet her, avoiding the throng of small children on his way to congratulate his sister. When he got there, he was greeted by the one sight he was hoping to avoid on his weekend of peace.

You.

More importantly, you, hugging Minha while wearing a bigger version of her team’s jersey. You were crouching down to her level, saying something he could not hear while petting the girl’s hair, a kind smile he had never seen hanging from your lips that died as soon as you noticed him.

But before you could say something, Minha ran to her brother, climbing up his arms like she did when she was much younger. “Kookie!” she greeted “What are you doing here?”

“Came to see your big victory, Champ” he said, messing her hair affectionately. “Y/N” he greeted carefully.

You nodded with a tight lip smile “Jeon.”

“You two know each other?” Minha asked, gesturing to be put back on the ground.

“We go to the same school, Min.” you answered, noticing the similarities between the both of them to make an educated guess. Siblings. Of course your favorite little gremlin was related to your least favorite gremlin. 

“The same school? But you’re so much smarter than him!”

Jungkook sighed as you held back your laughter “Yeah, yeah. At least I’m not stinky like you. Don’t you have a shower to take? Hit the lockers, mom and dad are waiting for us.”

His disrespectful sister gave him a look before leaving that she could only have learned from you. “At least I know what deodorant is. You still don’t!” 

Jungkook sometimes wished he were an only child, but he knew that would’ve caused even more irreparable damage to his personality.

“She’s cute.” you commented, picking a backpack from the floor.

“The cutest” he agreed sardonically. “What are you doing here?”

“I volunteer as one of the managers to the girl’s team on the weekend.”

Taken aback, he asked “Why?”

“Because I want to?”

“Like, voluntarily?”

“That is what volunteer means, yes.” you started heading to the exit as he followed you absentmindedly, almost without noticing. “Despite what you might believe, I don’t enjoy torturing young girls.”

“Just grown men.”

“You consider yourself grown? Interesting.” You paused, as if considering if you should share something or not. “When I was a little girl, my team got booted because there weren’t enough staff for the girl’s sports. I didn’t want it to happen to this one and I needed the extracurricular hours. Plus, I’m the youngest of three. It’s nice to be the big sister for once.”

Jungkook thought of the booger picking, 4 feet bully he shared parents with. “I don’t know if nice it’s the word I would use.” 

“Well, for me it is. I like looking after these girls and I don’t want their hobbies to be taken away from them just because no one seems to care as much when it’s women kicking the ball. They deserve the chance to become good.”

You seemed so passionate about the subject that Jungkook refrained from commenting that some kids had a bit of work before they came even close to good. Even so, he was glad Minha had you and sad that he didn’t step up for his little sister like you did. 

“Is she nice?” Yoongi had asked and Jungkook replied readily. But now, watching you fix the little girls’ hair and help them with their shoes, he wasn’t so sure. 

Clearly, the problem wasn’t that you were nice. You just weren’t nice to him and the weight of knowing he did nothing to deserve you niceties started setting on him.

Maybe he really did need a good reason. But maybe, just maybe, first he had to be good himself, and he wasn’t so sure he had been. And watching you greet his own parents with a winning smile while handing them his little sister’s bag made him wonder how he could become at least good enough.

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✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.

Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: thank god this has been ready for months for my ko-fi crew because i have serious writer's block and everything i touch becomes garbage - like an anti-midas, one might say

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦

(<<< part three)

“I need a good reason.”

“If you need a good reason to do something, then maybe you should consider not doing it.”

After your not so friendly get-together the previous night, Jungkook had gone home with a pounding headache and a heartburn he refused to associate with disappointment, choosing instead to blame it on the half sweet, half savory atrocious bucket of popcorn he inhaled between sobs.

A good reason. Where on earth would he find one of those? He had never needed much more than “because I want to” to justify his antics, and life seemed to work out just fine when he just kept following his every whim with little to no justification.

Your words had sent him once more into a philosophical spiral that had him questioning his very existence - funny how you seemed to be able to do that with such ease, unblinking and unflinching with a self satisfied smirk. At the height of his college age, Jungkook now needed to find a reason to do things? A good one, at that? Preposterous. 

And so, as he usually did in moments of great distress and moral conundrum, Jungkook seeked the help of his wisest friend, who certainly would be able to guide him to the right decision.

Yoongi was hunched over a duct-taped laptop when Jungkook found him, with eyes swollen and bloodshot like he hadn’t known sleep or peace in his past three lives. His shirt was covered in unidentifiable crumbs and his fingers permanently bent in a keyboard-caused claw, but Jungkook knew that under that goblin-like music production major appearance, hid a well of decades-old knowledge.

“I need a good reason to want to go out with this girl.”

Yoongi paused his typing to stare at his younger friend. “You… What?”

“I want this girl to go out with me and she said I need a good reason.” Jungkook repeated like it made the matter any clearer.

“And what is your current reason to go out with her?”

“Spite.”

“Right, of course.” Honestly, at that point, Yoongi should’ve known better than to expect anything else from his dongsaeng. 

“What is a good reason to go out with a girl?”

“Because you like her?”

Jungkook thought about the constant urge to rip out his hair and stab himself with a spork when you were around. “What else?”

“That’s pretty much all I ever needed.”

“Well, how do you know if you like a girl?”

“Aren’t you a bit too old to be asking that? Have you never had a crush on someone?” 

“Does Jessica Rabbit count?” 

Yoongi did not answer, just stared open mouthed at his friend who never ceased to surprise him. He was way too tired and way too swamped with assignments to truly begin to comprehend the depth of the psychological damage those questions indicated. Was this the result of being too loved at home, he wondered? Did Jungkook’s nice childhood build him no character? 

“When you’re with a girl” Jungkook continued, not bothered by his friend’s concerned astonishment “what are the things that make you think damn I really like her?”

Shrugging, Yoongi turned back to his wheezing laptop, deciding that it was best not to give much thought to whatever shenanigan Jungkook had brewing. He had learned that it was best to get involved as little as possible when it came to his schemes. “I don’t know, is she hot?”

You were scorching. When Jungkook first ran his fingers through your thighs in a soft caress that had goosebumps rising, he didn’t expect to find your skin so warm to the touch. Your presence enough was verging on stifling, but your weight on top of him and your blackberry-tasting lips pressed against his had him lightheaded and gasping for air, palms tingling from where it met your skin. You on his lap were an all encompassing experience that surrounded his senses. He felt you everywhere and the way you grinded down on him before separating slightly had him whining not unlike a desperately thirsty man in a desert. This is ambrosia, he thought, a term he learned from you.

When he looked up at you, everything intensified and he had to hold back the urge to buck up his hips and push you down on him. Your skin glistened and your lips were swollen from his bites, pupils twice the normal size. He allowed his hands to travel up your body, from where your thighs spilled from your shorts up to your abdomen, feeling the muscle spasm underneath his touch and your hips twitch when he climbed higher, reaching underneath your shirt in a way that had you falling back onto him, searching for his kisses as he pinched your…

Jungkook coughed, fixing his pants and shifting uncomfortably. “Well, yes” he answered at last.

Yoongi continued “Is she smart?”.

“What 's this?” Jungkook asked, poking around your coffee table as you took off your shoes and set your keys in a ceramic bowl.

“A book” you said smiling. “Are you not familiar with the concept?” 

“Haha” he laughed sarcastically. He flipped around the book, only interested in it due to the golden foil in the cover. “Are you… Enjoying it?” He tried to make small talk, unsure how to approach you now that you’ve reached your apartment after an hour-long make out session in the back seat of his car that had him harder than a brick.

You reached out, taking his hand and guiding him to your couch, long nails tracing lines on his palms “Yes, I am. It gives an interesting perspective on how mortality impacts our behaviours.”

He blinked rapidly, too distracted by your touch and the sight of you in those shorts sitting so closely once more. “Right” he agreed absentmindedly “mortality, sure. It impacts… What?”

You laughed and even though it was at him, he could tell it was one of those rare non-mean spirited laughs that he didn’t get the chance to see often and that softened your face into something that twisted his stomach into perfect boy-scouts knots.  

“Think of The Eternals, right? That Marvel movie. They live forever. Imagine seeing humanity through their eyes” your hand kept drawing patterns up his arms, voice soothing as you traced his biceps and Jungkook felt as if he was being hypnotized. “Imagine watching these beings tear themselves apart about things that, to you, last a little longer than a blink. Do you feel pity? Curiosity?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“I would feel jealousy.”

“You would?”

“Yes” you climbed on his lap, digging your fingers into his long hair and Jungkook thought it was the weirdest seduction technique ever, lecturing him about ephemerality while grinding down on his bulge, but goddamnit it was working. “When you live that long, you lose sight of how precious it is to actually live, because you watch things die with such unnerving frequency. What importance do your actions have if you outlive all the consequences?” Jungkook wouldn’t know how to answer that even if you weren’t kissing his neck, leaving him distracted and incapable of coherent thoughts, more so than usual. “If you’re mortal, time and death and decay give you a constant sense of urgency that intensifies everything and” you peck your way up to his lips and by then Jungkook is unable to identify your words “if you can die at any given moment, you have to enjoy things while they last.”

“So?” Yoongi called, waking Jungkook from his daydream.

“Oh, yes. She’s smart” he said. “Way too smart, actually, like, it might be a problem.”

“Maybe she’s the one that needs a good reason to be with you then.” Yoongi smirked as Jungkook flipped him off “Is she nice?”

Jungkook scoffed “No.”

“Is that why you like her?”

Jungkook felt like that answer would give his psychoanalytic friend too much ammo, so he remained quiet.

But kind of, yeah.

Wait…

Yoongi smiled, cheshire-like “So you do like her.”

“No!” The younger man denied “I’m just… I don’t know, intrigued! She’s hot, rude, smart, weird and hates my guts…”

“Sounds like one hell of a woman. Have you given her any reason to hate you? Actually, never mind, I know the answer to that.”

Jungkook didn’t have it in him to be offended. His friend was right. 

“Look, man, I’m not gonna validate whatever weird thing you’ve got going on with this girl. I have enough hanging over my head without the probable gnawing guilt. If you like this girl, really like her, you already have enough of a reason.” 

“But is it a good one?”

“That’s not up to me, is it?”

***

Jungkook decided that he was going to spend a weekend focusing on other matters. You had taken over his mind and schedule and he needed a break to think about something besides your smirk and demands. So he visited his parents, who lived less than an hour away and decided to join them watching his little sister’s soccer game in his old middle school in an attempt to clear his head.

Minha, his sister, wasn’t particularly gifted in the sport, but, much like her brother, she was driven and dedicated to everything she set her mind to. And, as it was the curse of all younger siblings, she was filled with unimaginable violence and anger, knocking down other little girls like a WWE fighter. 

Yeah, Jungkook didn’t know where she got that from. But it was amusing to watch the little ankle biter mow her way through the field and yell at the referee until the tired middle aged dad volunteering that day threatened her with a yellow card.

When the game ended in a close call victory to her team, he stepped out from the bleachers to meet her, avoiding the throng of small children on his way to congratulate his sister. When he got there, he was greeted by the one sight he was hoping to avoid on his weekend of peace.

You.

More importantly, you, hugging Minha while wearing a bigger version of her team’s jersey. You were crouching down to her level, saying something he could not hear while petting the girl’s hair, a kind smile he had never seen hanging from your lips that died as soon as you noticed him.

But before you could say something, Minha ran to her brother, climbing up his arms like she did when she was much younger. “Kookie!” she greeted “What are you doing here?”

“Came to see your big victory, Champ” he said, messing her hair affectionately. “Y/N” he greeted carefully.

You nodded with a tight lip smile “Jeon.”

“You two know each other?��� Minha asked, gesturing to be put back on the ground.

“We go to the same school, Min.” you answered, noticing the similarities between the both of them to make an educated guess. Siblings. Of course your favorite little gremlin was related to your least favorite gremlin. 

“The same school? But you’re so much smarter than him!”

Jungkook sighed as you held back your laughter “Yeah, yeah. At least I’m not stinky like you. Don’t you have a shower to take? Hit the lockers, mom and dad are waiting for us.”

His disrespectful sister gave him a look before leaving that she could only have learned from you. “At least I know what deodorant is. You still don’t!” 

Jungkook sometimes wished he were an only child, but he knew that would’ve caused even more irreparable damage to his personality.

“She’s cute.” you commented, picking a backpack from the floor.

“The cutest” he agreed sardonically. “What are you doing here?”

“I volunteer as one of the managers to the girl’s team on the weekend.”

Taken aback, he asked “Why?”

“Because I want to?”

“Like, voluntarily?”

“That is what volunteer means, yes.” you started heading to the exit as he followed you absentmindedly, almost without noticing. “Despite what you might believe, I don’t enjoy torturing young girls.”

“Just grown men.”

“You consider yourself grown? Interesting.” You paused, as if considering if you should share something or not. “When I was a little girl, my team got booted because there weren’t enough staff for the girl’s sports. I didn’t want it to happen to this one and I needed the extracurricular hours. Plus, I’m the youngest of three. It’s nice to be the big sister for once.”

Jungkook thought of the booger picking, 4 feet bully he shared parents with. “I don’t know if nice it’s the word I would use.” 

“Well, for me it is. I like looking after these girls and I don’t want their hobbies to be taken away from them just because no one seems to care as much when it’s women kicking the ball. They deserve the chance to become good.”

You seemed so passionate about the subject that Jungkook refrained from commenting that some kids had a bit of work before they came even close to good. Even so, he was glad Minha had you and sad that he didn’t step up for his little sister like you did. 

“Is she nice?” Yoongi had asked and Jungkook replied readily. But now, watching you fix the little girls’ hair and help them with their shoes, he wasn’t so sure. 

Clearly, the problem wasn’t that you were nice. You just weren’t nice to him and the weight of knowing he did nothing to deserve you niceties started setting on him.

Maybe he really did need a good reason. But maybe, just maybe, first he had to be good himself, and he wasn’t so sure he had been. And watching you greet his own parents with a winning smile while handing them his little sister’s bag made him wonder how he could become at least good enough.

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𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.

Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: thank god this has been ready for months for my ko-fi crew because i have serious writer's block and everything i touch becomes garbage - like an anti-midas, one might say

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦

(<<< part three)

“I need a good reason.”

“If you need a good reason to do something, then maybe you should consider not doing it.”

After your not so friendly get-together the previous night, Jungkook had gone home with a pounding headache and a heartburn he refused to associate with disappointment, choosing instead to blame it on the half sweet, half savory atrocious bucket of popcorn he inhaled between sobs.

A good reason. Where on earth would he find one of those? He had never needed much more than “because I want to” to justify his antics, and life seemed to work out just fine when he just kept following his every whim with little to no justification.

Your words had sent him once more into a philosophical spiral that had him questioning his very existence - funny how you seemed to be able to do that with such ease, unblinking and unflinching with a self satisfied smirk. At the height of his college age, Jungkook now needed to find a reason to do things? A good one, at that? Preposterous. 

And so, as he usually did in moments of great distress and moral conundrum, Jungkook seeked the help of his wisest friend, who certainly would be able to guide him to the right decision.

Yoongi was hunched over a duct-taped laptop when Jungkook found him, with eyes swollen and bloodshot like he hadn’t known sleep or peace in his past three lives. His shirt was covered in unidentifiable crumbs and his fingers permanently bent in a keyboard-caused claw, but Jungkook knew that under that goblin-like music production major appearance, hid a well of decades-old knowledge.

“I need a good reason to want to go out with this girl.”

Yoongi paused his typing to stare at his younger friend. “You… What?”

“I want this girl to go out with me and she said I need a good reason.” Jungkook repeated like it made the matter any clearer.

“And what is your current reason to go out with her?”

“Spite.”

“Right, of course.” Honestly, at that point, Yoongi should’ve known better than to expect anything else from his dongsaeng. 

“What is a good reason to go out with a girl?”

“Because you like her?”

Jungkook thought about the constant urge to rip out his hair and stab himself with a spork when you were around. “What else?”

“That’s pretty much all I ever needed.”

“Well, how do you know if you like a girl?”

“Aren’t you a bit too old to be asking that? Have you never had a crush on someone?” 

“Does Jessica Rabbit count?” 

Yoongi did not answer, just stared open mouthed at his friend who never ceased to surprise him. He was way too tired and way too swamped with assignments to truly begin to comprehend the depth of the psychological damage those questions indicated. Was this the result of being too loved at home, he wondered? Did Jungkook’s nice childhood build him no character? 

“When you’re with a girl” Jungkook continued, not bothered by his friend’s concerned astonishment “what are the things that make you think damn I really like her?”

Shrugging, Yoongi turned back to his wheezing laptop, deciding that it was best not to give much thought to whatever shenanigan Jungkook had brewing. He had learned that it was best to get involved as little as possible when it came to his schemes. “I don’t know, is she hot?”

You were scorching. When Jungkook first ran his fingers through your thighs in a soft caress that had goosebumps rising, he didn’t expect to find your skin so warm to the touch. Your presence enough was verging on stifling, but your weight on top of him and your blackberry-tasting lips pressed against his had him lightheaded and gasping for air, palms tingling from where it met your skin. You on his lap were an all encompassing experience that surrounded his senses. He felt you everywhere and the way you grinded down on him before separating slightly had him whining not unlike a desperately thirsty man in a desert. This is ambrosia, he thought, a term he learned from you.

When he looked up at you, everything intensified and he had to hold back the urge to buck up his hips and push you down on him. Your skin glistened and your lips were swollen from his bites, pupils twice the normal size. He allowed his hands to travel up your body, from where your thighs spilled from your shorts up to your abdomen, feeling the muscle spasm underneath his touch and your hips twitch when he climbed higher, reaching underneath your shirt in a way that had you falling back onto him, searching for his kisses as he pinched your…

Jungkook coughed, fixing his pants and shifting uncomfortably. “Well, yes” he answered at last.

Yoongi continued “Is she smart?”.

“What 's this?” Jungkook asked, poking around your coffee table as you took off your shoes and set your keys in a ceramic bowl.

“A book” you said smiling. “Are you not familiar with the concept?” 

“Haha” he laughed sarcastically. He flipped around the book, only interested in it due to the golden foil in the cover. “Are you… Enjoying it?” He tried to make small talk, unsure how to approach you now that you’ve reached your apartment after an hour-long make out session in the back seat of his car that had him harder than a brick.

You reached out, taking his hand and guiding him to your couch, long nails tracing lines on his palms “Yes, I am. It gives an interesting perspective on how mortality impacts our behaviours.”

He blinked rapidly, too distracted by your touch and the sight of you in those shorts sitting so closely once more. “Right” he agreed absentmindedly “mortality, sure. It impacts… What?”

You laughed and even though it was at him, he could tell it was one of those rare non-mean spirited laughs that he didn’t get the chance to see often and that softened your face into something that twisted his stomach into perfect boy-scouts knots.  

“Think of The Eternals, right? That Marvel movie. They live forever. Imagine seeing humanity through their eyes” your hand kept drawing patterns up his arms, voice soothing as you traced his biceps and Jungkook felt as if he was being hypnotized. “Imagine watching these beings tear themselves apart about things that, to you, last a little longer than a blink. Do you feel pity? Curiosity?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“I would feel jealousy.”

“You would?”

“Yes” you climbed on his lap, digging your fingers into his long hair and Jungkook thought it was the weirdest seduction technique ever, lecturing him about ephemerality while grinding down on his bulge, but goddamnit it was working. “When you live that long, you lose sight of how precious it is to actually live, because you watch things die with such unnerving frequency. What importance do your actions have if you outlive all the consequences?” Jungkook wouldn’t know how to answer that even if you weren’t kissing his neck, leaving him distracted and incapable of coherent thoughts, more so than usual. “If you’re mortal, time and death and decay give you a constant sense of urgency that intensifies everything and” you peck your way up to his lips and by then Jungkook is unable to identify your words “if you can die at any given moment, you have to enjoy things while they last.”

“So?” Yoongi called, waking Jungkook from his daydream.

“Oh, yes. She’s smart” he said. “Way too smart, actually, like, it might be a problem.”

“Maybe she’s the one that needs a good reason to be with you then.” Yoongi smirked as Jungkook flipped him off “Is she nice?”

Jungkook scoffed “No.”

“Is that why you like her?”

Jungkook felt like that answer would give his psychoanalytic friend too much ammo, so he remained quiet.

But kind of, yeah.

Wait…

Yoongi smiled, cheshire-like “So you do like her.”

“No!” The younger man denied “I’m just… I don’t know, intrigued! She’s hot, rude, smart, weird and hates my guts…”

“Sounds like one hell of a woman. Have you given her any reason to hate you? Actually, never mind, I know the answer to that.”

Jungkook didn’t have it in him to be offended. His friend was right. 

“Look, man, I’m not gonna validate whatever weird thing you’ve got going on with this girl. I have enough hanging over my head without the probable gnawing guilt. If you like this girl, really like her, you already have enough of a reason.” 

“But is it a good one?”

“That’s not up to me, is it?”

***

Jungkook decided that he was going to spend a weekend focusing on other matters. You had taken over his mind and schedule and he needed a break to think about something besides your smirk and demands. So he visited his parents, who lived less than an hour away and decided to join them watching his little sister’s soccer game in his old middle school in an attempt to clear his head.

Minha, his sister, wasn’t particularly gifted in the sport, but, much like her brother, she was driven and dedicated to everything she set her mind to. And, as it was the curse of all younger siblings, she was filled with unimaginable violence and anger, knocking down other little girls like a WWE fighter. 

Yeah, Jungkook didn’t know where she got that from. But it was amusing to watch the little ankle biter mow her way through the field and yell at the referee until the tired middle aged dad volunteering that day threatened her with a yellow card.

When the game ended in a close call victory to her team, he stepped out from the bleachers to meet her, avoiding the throng of small children on his way to congratulate his sister. When he got there, he was greeted by the one sight he was hoping to avoid on his weekend of peace.

You.

More importantly, you, hugging Minha while wearing a bigger version of her team’s jersey. You were crouching down to her level, saying something he could not hear while petting the girl’s hair, a kind smile he had never seen hanging from your lips that died as soon as you noticed him.

But before you could say something, Minha ran to her brother, climbing up his arms like she did when she was much younger. “Kookie!” she greeted “What are you doing here?”

“Came to see your big victory, Champ” he said, messing her hair affectionately. “Y/N” he greeted carefully.

You nodded with a tight lip smile “Jeon.”

“You two know each other?” Minha asked, gesturing to be put back on the ground.

“We go to the same school, Min.” you answered, noticing the similarities between the both of them to make an educated guess. Siblings. Of course your favorite little gremlin was related to your least favorite gremlin. 

“The same school? But you’re so much smarter than him!”

Jungkook sighed as you held back your laughter “Yeah, yeah. At least I’m not stinky like you. Don’t you have a shower to take? Hit the lockers, mom and dad are waiting for us.”

His disrespectful sister gave him a look before leaving that she could only have learned from you. “At least I know what deodorant is. You still don’t!” 

Jungkook sometimes wished he were an only child, but he knew that would’ve caused even more irreparable damage to his personality.

“She’s cute.” you commented, picking a backpack from the floor.

“The cutest” he agreed sardonically. “What are you doing here?”

“I volunteer as one of the managers to the girl’s team on the weekend.”

Taken aback, he asked “Why?”

“Because I want to?”

“Like, voluntarily?”

“That is what volunteer means, yes.” you started heading to the exit as he followed you absentmindedly, almost without noticing. “Despite what you might believe, I don’t enjoy torturing young girls.”

“Just grown men.”

“You consider yourself grown? Interesting.” You paused, as if considering if you should share something or not. “When I was a little girl, my team got booted because there weren’t enough staff for the girl’s sports. I didn’t want it to happen to this one and I needed the extracurricular hours. Plus, I’m the youngest of three. It’s nice to be the big sister for once.”

Jungkook thought of the booger picking, 4 feet bully he shared parents with. “I don’t know if nice it’s the word I would use.” 

“Well, for me it is. I like looking after these girls and I don’t want their hobbies to be taken away from them just because no one seems to care as much when it’s women kicking the ball. They deserve the chance to become good.”

You seemed so passionate about the subject that Jungkook refrained from commenting that some kids had a bit of work before they came even close to good. Even so, he was glad Minha had you and sad that he didn’t step up for his little sister like you did. 

“Is she nice?” Yoongi had asked and Jungkook replied readily. But now, watching you fix the little girls’ hair and help them with their shoes, he wasn’t so sure. 

Clearly, the problem wasn’t that you were nice. You just weren’t nice to him and the weight of knowing he did nothing to deserve you niceties started setting on him.

Maybe he really did need a good reason. But maybe, just maybe, first he had to be good himself, and he wasn’t so sure he had been. And watching you greet his own parents with a winning smile while handing them his little sister’s bag made him wonder how he could become at least good enough.

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𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.

Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: thank god this has been ready for months for my ko-fi crew because i have serious writer's block and everything i touch becomes garbage - like an anti-midas, one might say

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦

(<<< part three)

“I need a good reason.”

“If you need a good reason to do something, then maybe you should consider not doing it.”

After your not so friendly get-together the previous night, Jungkook had gone home with a pounding headache and a heartburn he refused to associate with disappointment, choosing instead to blame it on the half sweet, half savory atrocious bucket of popcorn he inhaled between sobs.

A good reason. Where on earth would he find one of those? He had never needed much more than “because I want to” to justify his antics, and life seemed to work out just fine when he just kept following his every whim with little to no justification.

Your words had sent him once more into a philosophical spiral that had him questioning his very existence - funny how you seemed to be able to do that with such ease, unblinking and unflinching with a self satisfied smirk. At the height of his college age, Jungkook now needed to find a reason to do things? A good one, at that? Preposterous. 

And so, as he usually did in moments of great distress and moral conundrum, Jungkook seeked the help of his wisest friend, who certainly would be able to guide him to the right decision.

Yoongi was hunched over a duct-taped laptop when Jungkook found him, with eyes swollen and bloodshot like he hadn’t known sleep or peace in his past three lives. His shirt was covered in unidentifiable crumbs and his fingers permanently bent in a keyboard-caused claw, but Jungkook knew that under that goblin-like music production major appearance, hid a well of decades-old knowledge.

“I need a good reason to want to go out with this girl.”

Yoongi paused his typing to stare at his younger friend. “You… What?”

“I want this girl to go out with me and she said I need a good reason.” Jungkook repeated like it made the matter any clearer.

“And what is your current reason to go out with her?”

“Spite.”

“Right, of course.” Honestly, at that point, Yoongi should’ve known better than to expect anything else from his dongsaeng. 

“What is a good reason to go out with a girl?”

“Because you like her?”

Jungkook thought about the constant urge to rip out his hair and stab himself with a spork when you were around. “What else?”

“That’s pretty much all I ever needed.”

“Well, how do you know if you like a girl?”

“Aren’t you a bit too old to be asking that? Have you never had a crush on someone?” 

“Does Jessica Rabbit count?” 

Yoongi did not answer, just stared open mouthed at his friend who never ceased to surprise him. He was way too tired and way too swamped with assignments to truly begin to comprehend the depth of the psychological damage those questions indicated. Was this the result of being too loved at home, he wondered? Did Jungkook’s nice childhood build him no character? 

“When you’re with a girl” Jungkook continued, not bothered by his friend’s concerned astonishment “what are the things that make you think damn I really like her?”

Shrugging, Yoongi turned back to his wheezing laptop, deciding that it was best not to give much thought to whatever shenanigan Jungkook had brewing. He had learned that it was best to get involved as little as possible when it came to his schemes. “I don’t know, is she hot?”

You were scorching. When Jungkook first ran his fingers through your thighs in a soft caress that had goosebumps rising, he didn’t expect to find your skin so warm to the touch. Your presence enough was verging on stifling, but your weight on top of him and your blackberry-tasting lips pressed against his had him lightheaded and gasping for air, palms tingling from where it met your skin. You on his lap were an all encompassing experience that surrounded his senses. He felt you everywhere and the way you grinded down on him before separating slightly had him whining not unlike a desperately thirsty man in a desert. This is ambrosia, he thought, a term he learned from you.

When he looked up at you, everything intensified and he had to hold back the urge to buck up his hips and push you down on him. Your skin glistened and your lips were swollen from his bites, pupils twice the normal size. He allowed his hands to travel up your body, from where your thighs spilled from your shorts up to your abdomen, feeling the muscle spasm underneath his touch and your hips twitch when he climbed higher, reaching underneath your shirt in a way that had you falling back onto him, searching for his kisses as he pinched your…

Jungkook coughed, fixing his pants and shifting uncomfortably. “Well, yes” he answered at last.

Yoongi continued “Is she smart?”.

“What 's this?” Jungkook asked, poking around your coffee table as you took off your shoes and set your keys in a ceramic bowl.

“A book” you said smiling. “Are you not familiar with the concept?” 

“Haha” he laughed sarcastically. He flipped around the book, only interested in it due to the golden foil in the cover. “Are you… Enjoying it?” He tried to make small talk, unsure how to approach you now that you’ve reached your apartment after an hour-long make out session in the back seat of his car that had him harder than a brick.

You reached out, taking his hand and guiding him to your couch, long nails tracing lines on his palms “Yes, I am. It gives an interesting perspective on how mortality impacts our behaviours.”

He blinked rapidly, too distracted by your touch and the sight of you in those shorts sitting so closely once more. “Right” he agreed absentmindedly “mortality, sure. It impacts… What?”

You laughed and even though it was at him, he could tell it was one of those rare non-mean spirited laughs that he didn’t get the chance to see often and that softened your face into something that twisted his stomach into perfect boy-scouts knots.  

“Think of The Eternals, right? That Marvel movie. They live forever. Imagine seeing humanity through their eyes” your hand kept drawing patterns up his arms, voice soothing as you traced his biceps and Jungkook felt as if he was being hypnotized. “Imagine watching these beings tear themselves apart about things that, to you, last a little longer than a blink. Do you feel pity? Curiosity?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“I would feel jealousy.”

“You would?”

“Yes” you climbed on his lap, digging your fingers into his long hair and Jungkook thought it was the weirdest seduction technique ever, lecturing him about ephemerality while grinding down on his bulge, but goddamnit it was working. “When you live that long, you lose sight of how precious it is to actually live, because you watch things die with such unnerving frequency. What importance do your actions have if you outlive all the consequences?” Jungkook wouldn’t know how to answer that even if you weren’t kissing his neck, leaving him distracted and incapable of coherent thoughts, more so than usual. “If you’re mortal, time and death and decay give you a constant sense of urgency that intensifies everything and” you peck your way up to his lips and by then Jungkook is unable to identify your words “if you can die at any given moment, you have to enjoy things while they last.”

“So?” Yoongi called, waking Jungkook from his daydream.

“Oh, yes. She’s smart” he said. “Way too smart, actually, like, it might be a problem.”

“Maybe she’s the one that needs a good reason to be with you then.” Yoongi smirked as Jungkook flipped him off “Is she nice?”

Jungkook scoffed “No.”

“Is that why you like her?”

Jungkook felt like that answer would give his psychoanalytic friend too much ammo, so he remained quiet.

But kind of, yeah.

Wait…

Yoongi smiled, cheshire-like “So you do like her.”

“No!” The younger man denied “I’m just… I don’t know, intrigued! She’s hot, rude, smart, weird and hates my guts…”

“Sounds like one hell of a woman. Have you given her any reason to hate you? Actually, never mind, I know the answer to that.”

Jungkook didn’t have it in him to be offended. His friend was right. 

“Look, man, I’m not gonna validate whatever weird thing you’ve got going on with this girl. I have enough hanging over my head without the probable gnawing guilt. If you like this girl, really like her, you already have enough of a reason.” 

“But is it a good one?”

“That’s not up to me, is it?”

***

Jungkook decided that he was going to spend a weekend focusing on other matters. You had taken over his mind and schedule and he needed a break to think about something besides your smirk and demands. So he visited his parents, who lived less than an hour away and decided to join them watching his little sister’s soccer game in his old middle school in an attempt to clear his head.

Minha, his sister, wasn’t particularly gifted in the sport, but, much like her brother, she was driven and dedicated to everything she set her mind to. And, as it was the curse of all younger siblings, she was filled with unimaginable violence and anger, knocking down other little girls like a WWE fighter. 

Yeah, Jungkook didn’t know where she got that from. But it was amusing to watch the little ankle biter mow her way through the field and yell at the referee until the tired middle aged dad volunteering that day threatened her with a yellow card.

When the game ended in a close call victory to her team, he stepped out from the bleachers to meet her, avoiding the throng of small children on his way to congratulate his sister. When he got there, he was greeted by the one sight he was hoping to avoid on his weekend of peace.

You.

More importantly, you, hugging Minha while wearing a bigger version of her team’s jersey. You were crouching down to her level, saying something he could not hear while petting the girl’s hair, a kind smile he had never seen hanging from your lips that died as soon as you noticed him.

But before you could say something, Minha ran to her brother, climbing up his arms like she did when she was much younger. “Kookie!” she greeted “What are you doing here?”

“Came to see your big victory, Champ” he said, messing her hair affectionately. “Y/N” he greeted carefully.

You nodded with a tight lip smile “Jeon.”

“You two know each other?” Minha asked, gesturing to be put back on the ground.

“We go to the same school, Min.” you answered, noticing the similarities between the both of them to make an educated guess. Siblings. Of course your favorite little gremlin was related to your least favorite gremlin. 

“The same school? But you’re so much smarter than him!”

Jungkook sighed as you held back your laughter “Yeah, yeah. At least I’m not stinky like you. Don’t you have a shower to take? Hit the lockers, mom and dad are waiting for us.”

His disrespectful sister gave him a look before leaving that she could only have learned from you. “At least I know what deodorant is. You still don’t!” 

Jungkook sometimes wished he were an only child, but he knew that would’ve caused even more irreparable damage to his personality.

“She’s cute.” you commented, picking a backpack from the floor.

“The cutest” he agreed sardonically. “What are you doing here?”

“I volunteer as one of the managers to the girl’s team on the weekend.”

Taken aback, he asked “Why?”

“Because I want to?”

“Like, voluntarily?”

“That is what volunteer means, yes.” you started heading to the exit as he followed you absentmindedly, almost without noticing. “Despite what you might believe, I don’t enjoy torturing young girls.”

“Just grown men.”

“You consider yourself grown? Interesting.” You paused, as if considering if you should share something or not. “When I was a little girl, my team got booted because there weren’t enough staff for the girl’s sports. I didn’t want it to happen to this one and I needed the extracurricular hours. Plus, I’m the youngest of three. It’s nice to be the big sister for once.”

Jungkook thought of the booger picking, 4 feet bully he shared parents with. “I don’t know if nice it’s the word I would use.” 

“Well, for me it is. I like looking after these girls and I don’t want their hobbies to be taken away from them just because no one seems to care as much when it’s women kicking the ball. They deserve the chance to become good.”

You seemed so passionate about the subject that Jungkook refrained from commenting that some kids had a bit of work before they came even close to good. Even so, he was glad Minha had you and sad that he didn’t step up for his little sister like you did. 

“Is she nice?” Yoongi had asked and Jungkook replied readily. But now, watching you fix the little girls’ hair and help them with their shoes, he wasn’t so sure. 

Clearly, the problem wasn’t that you were nice. You just weren’t nice to him and the weight of knowing he did nothing to deserve you niceties started setting on him.

Maybe he really did need a good reason. But maybe, just maybe, first he had to be good himself, and he wasn’t so sure he had been. And watching you greet his own parents with a winning smile while handing them his little sister’s bag made him wonder how he could become at least good enough.

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𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.

Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: thank god this has been ready for months for my ko-fi crew because i have serious writer's block and everything i touch becomes garbage - like an anti-midas, one might say

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦

(<<< part three)

“I need a good reason.”

“If you need a good reason to do something, then maybe you should consider not doing it.”

After your not so friendly get-together the previous night, Jungkook had gone home with a pounding headache and a heartburn he refused to associate with disappointment, choosing instead to blame it on the half sweet, half savory atrocious bucket of popcorn he inhaled between sobs.

A good reason. Where on earth would he find one of those? He had never needed much more than “because I want to” to justify his antics, and life seemed to work out just fine when he just kept following his every whim with little to no justification.

Your words had sent him once more into a philosophical spiral that had him questioning his very existence - funny how you seemed to be able to do that with such ease, unblinking and unflinching with a self satisfied smirk. At the height of his college age, Jungkook now needed to find a reason to do things? A good one, at that? Preposterous. 

And so, as he usually did in moments of great distress and moral conundrum, Jungkook seeked the help of his wisest friend, who certainly would be able to guide him to the right decision.

Yoongi was hunched over a duct-taped laptop when Jungkook found him, with eyes swollen and bloodshot like he hadn’t known sleep or peace in his past three lives. His shirt was covered in unidentifiable crumbs and his fingers permanently bent in a keyboard-caused claw, but Jungkook knew that under that goblin-like music production major appearance, hid a well of decades-old knowledge.

“I need a good reason to want to go out with this girl.”

Yoongi paused his typing to stare at his younger friend. “You… What?”

“I want this girl to go out with me and she said I need a good reason.” Jungkook repeated like it made the matter any clearer.

“And what is your current reason to go out with her?”

“Spite.”

“Right, of course.” Honestly, at that point, Yoongi should’ve known better than to expect anything else from his dongsaeng. 

“What is a good reason to go out with a girl?”

“Because you like her?”

Jungkook thought about the constant urge to rip out his hair and stab himself with a spork when you were around. “What else?”

“That’s pretty much all I ever needed.”

“Well, how do you know if you like a girl?”

“Aren’t you a bit too old to be asking that? Have you never had a crush on someone?” 

“Does Jessica Rabbit count?” 

Yoongi did not answer, just stared open mouthed at his friend who never ceased to surprise him. He was way too tired and way too swamped with assignments to truly begin to comprehend the depth of the psychological damage those questions indicated. Was this the result of being too loved at home, he wondered? Did Jungkook’s nice childhood build him no character? 

“When you’re with a girl” Jungkook continued, not bothered by his friend’s concerned astonishment “what are the things that make you think damn I really like her?”

Shrugging, Yoongi turned back to his wheezing laptop, deciding that it was best not to give much thought to whatever shenanigan Jungkook had brewing. He had learned that it was best to get involved as little as possible when it came to his schemes. “I don’t know, is she hot?”

You were scorching. When Jungkook first ran his fingers through your thighs in a soft caress that had goosebumps rising, he didn’t expect to find your skin so warm to the touch. Your presence enough was verging on stifling, but your weight on top of him and your blackberry-tasting lips pressed against his had him lightheaded and gasping for air, palms tingling from where it met your skin. You on his lap were an all encompassing experience that surrounded his senses. He felt you everywhere and the way you grinded down on him before separating slightly had him whining not unlike a desperately thirsty man in a desert. This is ambrosia, he thought, a term he learned from you.

When he looked up at you, everything intensified and he had to hold back the urge to buck up his hips and push you down on him. Your skin glistened and your lips were swollen from his bites, pupils twice the normal size. He allowed his hands to travel up your body, from where your thighs spilled from your shorts up to your abdomen, feeling the muscle spasm underneath his touch and your hips twitch when he climbed higher, reaching underneath your shirt in a way that had you falling back onto him, searching for his kisses as he pinched your…

Jungkook coughed, fixing his pants and shifting uncomfortably. “Well, yes” he answered at last.

Yoongi continued “Is she smart?”.

“What 's this?” Jungkook asked, poking around your coffee table as you took off your shoes and set your keys in a ceramic bowl.

“A book” you said smiling. “Are you not familiar with the concept?” 

“Haha” he laughed sarcastically. He flipped around the book, only interested in it due to the golden foil in the cover. “Are you… Enjoying it?” He tried to make small talk, unsure how to approach you now that you’ve reached your apartment after an hour-long make out session in the back seat of his car that had him harder than a brick.

You reached out, taking his hand and guiding him to your couch, long nails tracing lines on his palms “Yes, I am. It gives an interesting perspective on how mortality impacts our behaviours.”

He blinked rapidly, too distracted by your touch and the sight of you in those shorts sitting so closely once more. “Right” he agreed absentmindedly “mortality, sure. It impacts… What?”

You laughed and even though it was at him, he could tell it was one of those rare non-mean spirited laughs that he didn’t get the chance to see often and that softened your face into something that twisted his stomach into perfect boy-scouts knots.  

“Think of The Eternals, right? That Marvel movie. They live forever. Imagine seeing humanity through their eyes” your hand kept drawing patterns up his arms, voice soothing as you traced his biceps and Jungkook felt as if he was being hypnotized. “Imagine watching these beings tear themselves apart about things that, to you, last a little longer than a blink. Do you feel pity? Curiosity?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“I would feel jealousy.”

“You would?”

“Yes” you climbed on his lap, digging your fingers into his long hair and Jungkook thought it was the weirdest seduction technique ever, lecturing him about ephemerality while grinding down on his bulge, but goddamnit it was working. “When you live that long, you lose sight of how precious it is to actually live, because you watch things die with such unnerving frequency. What importance do your actions have if you outlive all the consequences?” Jungkook wouldn’t know how to answer that even if you weren’t kissing his neck, leaving him distracted and incapable of coherent thoughts, more so than usual. “If you’re mortal, time and death and decay give you a constant sense of urgency that intensifies everything and” you peck your way up to his lips and by then Jungkook is unable to identify your words “if you can die at any given moment, you have to enjoy things while they last.”

“So?” Yoongi called, waking Jungkook from his daydream.

“Oh, yes. She’s smart” he said. “Way too smart, actually, like, it might be a problem.”

“Maybe she’s the one that needs a good reason to be with you then.” Yoongi smirked as Jungkook flipped him off “Is she nice?”

Jungkook scoffed “No.”

“Is that why you like her?”

Jungkook felt like that answer would give his psychoanalytic friend too much ammo, so he remained quiet.

But kind of, yeah.

Wait…

Yoongi smiled, cheshire-like “So you do like her.”

“No!” The younger man denied “I’m just… I don’t know, intrigued! She’s hot, rude, smart, weird and hates my guts…”

“Sounds like one hell of a woman. Have you given her any reason to hate you? Actually, never mind, I know the answer to that.”

Jungkook didn’t have it in him to be offended. His friend was right. 

“Look, man, I’m not gonna validate whatever weird thing you’ve got going on with this girl. I have enough hanging over my head without the probable gnawing guilt. If you like this girl, really like her, you already have enough of a reason.” 

“But is it a good one?”

“That’s not up to me, is it?”

***

Jungkook decided that he was going to spend a weekend focusing on other matters. You had taken over his mind and schedule and he needed a break to think about something besides your smirk and demands. So he visited his parents, who lived less than an hour away and decided to join them watching his little sister’s soccer game in his old middle school in an attempt to clear his head.

Minha, his sister, wasn’t particularly gifted in the sport, but, much like her brother, she was driven and dedicated to everything she set her mind to. And, as it was the curse of all younger siblings, she was filled with unimaginable violence and anger, knocking down other little girls like a WWE fighter. 

Yeah, Jungkook didn’t know where she got that from. But it was amusing to watch the little ankle biter mow her way through the field and yell at the referee until the tired middle aged dad volunteering that day threatened her with a yellow card.

When the game ended in a close call victory to her team, he stepped out from the bleachers to meet her, avoiding the throng of small children on his way to congratulate his sister. When he got there, he was greeted by the one sight he was hoping to avoid on his weekend of peace.

You.

More importantly, you, hugging Minha while wearing a bigger version of her team’s jersey. You were crouching down to her level, saying something he could not hear while petting the girl’s hair, a kind smile he had never seen hanging from your lips that died as soon as you noticed him.

But before you could say something, Minha ran to her brother, climbing up his arms like she did when she was much younger. “Kookie!” she greeted “What are you doing here?”

“Came to see your big victory, Champ” he said, messing her hair affectionately. “Y/N” he greeted carefully.

You nodded with a tight lip smile “Jeon.”

“You two know each other?” Minha asked, gesturing to be put back on the ground.

“We go to the same school, Min.” you answered, noticing the similarities between the both of them to make an educated guess. Siblings. Of course your favorite little gremlin was related to your least favorite gremlin. 

“The same school? But you’re so much smarter than him!”

Jungkook sighed as you held back your laughter “Yeah, yeah. At least I’m not stinky like you. Don’t you have a shower to take? Hit the lockers, mom and dad are waiting for us.”

His disrespectful sister gave him a look before leaving that she could only have learned from you. “At least I know what deodorant is. You still don’t!” 

Jungkook sometimes wished he were an only child, but he knew that would’ve caused even more irreparable damage to his personality.

“She’s cute.” you commented, picking a backpack from the floor.

“The cutest” he agreed sardonically. “What are you doing here?”

“I volunteer as one of the managers to the girl’s team on the weekend.”

Taken aback, he asked “Why?”

“Because I want to?”

“Like, voluntarily?”

“That is what volunteer means, yes.” you started heading to the exit as he followed you absentmindedly, almost without noticing. “Despite what you might believe, I don’t enjoy torturing young girls.”

“Just grown men.”

“You consider yourself grown? Interesting.” You paused, as if considering if you should share something or not. “When I was a little girl, my team got booted because there weren’t enough staff for the girl’s sports. I didn’t want it to happen to this one and I needed the extracurricular hours. Plus, I’m the youngest of three. It’s nice to be the big sister for once.”

Jungkook thought of the booger picking, 4 feet bully he shared parents with. “I don’t know if nice it’s the word I would use.” 

“Well, for me it is. I like looking after these girls and I don’t want their hobbies to be taken away from them just because no one seems to care as much when it’s women kicking the ball. They deserve the chance to become good.”

You seemed so passionate about the subject that Jungkook refrained from commenting that some kids had a bit of work before they came even close to good. Even so, he was glad Minha had you and sad that he didn’t step up for his little sister like you did. 

“Is she nice?” Yoongi had asked and Jungkook replied readily. But now, watching you fix the little girls’ hair and help them with their shoes, he wasn’t so sure. 

Clearly, the problem wasn’t that you were nice. You just weren’t nice to him and the weight of knowing he did nothing to deserve you niceties started setting on him.

Maybe he really did need a good reason. But maybe, just maybe, first he had to be good himself, and he wasn’t so sure he had been. And watching you greet his own parents with a winning smile while handing them his little sister’s bag made him wonder how he could become at least good enough.

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feeling craZy tonight. terrible writer's block. i suck so bad at this. no thinking just choose

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My ultimate sexual fantasy is to annoy a man so much that he falls in love with me

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Hey will there be a second part of girl's girl ? I really liked it jungkook was so dense 😭 want to see more of it .

Hi, love!

I mean, yeah there might be! I haven’t started writing anything, but it’s possible that I might pick it up again sometime! I do love groveling men and jungkook has a lot of atonement ahead of him. So maybe!

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hottest thing a guy can be is a simp. just. a loser. a spineless fool. a total wet wipe of a man.

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You guys asked for it and finally it is here: The awkward Yoongi with a crush fic now has a name (Until You) and a taglist! So if you want to keep up with his adventures, click on the link above :)

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✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: YoongixReader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:   Yoongi never had a crush. Until you.

OR

A notes app story about an awkward, socially inept, simp Yoongi.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:   Romance, Humor, Fluff, Crack

°•. 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕  .•°

Part one - Here comes your wife, hyung!

Part two - Carlos, the potato farmer.

Part three - Back stabbing little tinker bell bitch.

Part four - FUCKING BOB!!!

Part five - Prada or prada-less? (available on my ko-fi and soon to be posted here!)

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✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: YoongixReader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:   Yoongi never had a crush. Until you.

OR

A notes app story about an awkward, socially inept, simp Yoongi.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:   Romance, Humor, Fluff, Crack

°•. 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕  .•°

Part one - Here comes your wife, hyung!

Part two - Carlos, the potato farmer.

Part three - Back stabbing little tinker bell bitch.

Part four - FUCKING BOB!!!

Part five - Prada or prada-less?

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