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Chapter 10

Summary: You finally achieved your dream of writing and publishing a book and it goes well. It goes so well, your publisher wants you to write a second book. The only problem is the fans want it to be spicier and you have only had one very lackluster sexual partner in your life. Enter Kim Taehyung the cocky fuckboy of your past who is willing to lend a hand to a “friend” in need

Word Count: 5.2K

Paring: Taehyung/Reader (Side Jikook)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!!

Tags: angst, POV switch, slow burn, slow building friendship, FWB situationship, hangovers, the morning after, mentions of throwing up, crying, stress baking, heartbreak, confrontation, everything hurts

Authors Note: oof (I don't even have words)

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Taehyung woke up to a strong rainstorm blowing through.

He felt his head pounding and his mouth felt dry as he cracked open his eyes to see that he was in his bedroom, cuddled into bed.

Well, thank goodness he made it home safe, even though he wasn’t entirely sure how.

His mouth tasted sour, and he became vaguely aware of two things.

Number One: His window was left open last night, and the wind and rain were causing his head to pound and his hangover to feel worse.

Number Two: There was a body in his bed, currently curled up behind him and pressing their head into his back.

Taehyung felt at ease, and a smile tugged at his lips.

It couldn’t be that bad if you ended up going home with him.

Maybe that was it. You took care of him again, which did make sense. He remembered talking to you last night, but he wasn’t sure what he said, as most of the night was a blur.

He turned over to look at you, but when he tilted his head, he was surprised to see that the person’s hair colour was completely different from yours.

He pushed back in alarm, which caused the girl to stir, and when he finally got a good look at her, a giant wave of nausea washed over him.

Sydney slowly opened her eyes, and Taehyung stared at her, absolutely horrified as her grin fell.

She was saying…something.

Her lips were moving, but Taehyung couldn’t hear her over the blood pounding in his ears and the way his stomach was churning.

He hopped out of bed and shut his eyes tight as the room spun and once he got his bearings, he sprinted to the bathroom before slamming the door with his heel and throwing himself at the toilet.

Everything he ate and drank last night was coming up as Taehyung gripped the toilet for dear life and had to ride it out.

He had plenty of hangovers in his time; he had woken up with women in his bed that he didn’t remember even being with, but this time, hands down, was the worst Taehyung had ever felt.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed on the bathroom floor, but by the time he was done throwing up, his hair was a sticky mess on his forehead, and he felt shaky and weak as he slumped face down and let the tiled floor cool his body down.

Taehyung tried to piece together the night, but the last thing he remembered was talking to you. Your face was crumpled, and you looked….sad. Holy shit, what did he say to you? What did he do?

A soft knock at the door tore him from his thoughts as Sydney poked her head in and looked at him with a sympathetic look that made his insides crawl.

“You okay, Taehyung? You’ve lost your touch. In all the times we have drunkenly hooked up, you were always able to hold your liquor.” She chuckled as Taehyung felt his stomach roll again, and a bead of sweat cascaded down his forehead.

“We hooked up last night?” He asked, feeling his chest tighten as Sydney’s mouth curled into a frown and she crossed her arms over her chest, looking offended.

“Wow, you really have lost your touch, huh? How much of last night do you remember?” She asked as he leaned his body up just enough to grab the hand towel that was on the vanity. He wiped his sweaty face and pushed his hair from his eyes.

“I mean, I remember going out with my friends… I remember having a conversation with them. Yeah.” He finishes lamely as Sydney continues to look at him with disappointment.

“And here I was thinking last night was special because you chose me.” She scoffs as Taehyung blinks up at her.

“I…chose you?”

She huffs out a sigh.

“I came over to your table because, honestly, you looked hot and kind of miserable, and I wanted to talk to you again. You agreed to dance with me and basically ditched all your friends.”

Taehyung soured at the thought.

“Then you were overthinking so much that it made me regret coming over in the first place because you weren’t very fun. Until you kissed me.”

Her eyes danced with mischief.

“Then Taehyung, you were all sorts of fun.”

He was going to be sick.

This couldn’t have happened.

He liked you. He wanted to be with you. He was going to tell you after the wedding, and somehow he ended up kissing and hooking up with an old flame.

“You were all pissy because your barista was dancing with that tall guy, and so you got a little handsy with me. I’m not complaining, though. Jealous Taehyung is hot.”

He wants this to stop.

He wants to yell at Sydney and tell her to get out of his house but at the same time he needs to know what happened next so he lets her keep telling the story.

“Anyway, you told me the whole story. How you were helping her with her book, how you two had grown close. It was actually kind of cute. When I asked why you were with me instead of her, well…”

Taehyung groaned and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes.

“Taehyung, you were really hurt that she picked that tall guy over you. You told me right then and there that you wanted nothing to do with her, and you stormed over to her and talked.”

Taehyung felt his head pounding, and the memories came into focus. How he told you the deal was off. How he accused you of being with Namjoon.

He felt like his heart was being sliced in half as Sydney continued to speak.

“Anyway, you came back and dragged me outside, saying you needed air. And well. Things…got kind of heated outside.”

In his mind’s eye, he can see himself throwing Sydney against the hard brick wall and kissing her roughly. He can feel his hands tangling in her hair. He can taste her chapstick and he can see his cock disappearing inside her as he fucks her harshly against the side of the building.

“Also, um. Well. The barista and the tall guy came out looking for us, and they…yeah.” Sydney says as Taeyhyung lifts his head to see a blush coat her cheeks as she awkwardly scratches the back of her neck.

Taehyung felt like he was drowning. Not only did he make the mistake of calling things off with you, but you also walked in on him having sex with another woman.

He was disgusted with himself. He hated himself so much in that moment that he found it hard to breathe.

Everything was crumbling around him.

He lost you.

You would never take him back after this, and how was he supposed to explain?

He couldn’t even begin to make up excuses for himself, and Taehyung wrapped his arms around himself and brought his knees to his chest as he began to cry.

Never in his life had he cried around a hookup, but he couldn’t help the tears that were falling hot and fast down his cheeks.

He smelled like puke and sweat from the club; he was disgusted with himself and his behaviour, and he didn’t even know how to start to make it up to you.

“Listen, Taehyung, I…I think I should go, you know?” Sydney says timidly as he raises his head and sees her already slowly backing away from the scene.

“You’re not going to stay?” He asks, hating the way his voice sounds whiny and pathetic as Sydney shakes her head.

“I promised my friends I would meet up with them, and I mean…me staying? This isn’t us, Taehyung. I was just your fuck buddy. Me spending the night and waking up next to you felt like crossing a line, you know. I’m just here for good sex. That’s it. That was always the rule with us.” She reminds him, as he watches her take off the shirt he must have loaned her before pulling on her clothes and straightening everything out.

“Taehyung, are you…okay? I mean, this was always our arrangement, right? You said it yourself, you never get attached to friends-with-benefits. It’s like your number one rule.” She says, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, looking at him.

“Yeah, sorry, I think it’s just the hangover.” He grunted as she shot him a dazzling smile.

“Okay… well, if you want to do it again, I left my number by your phone. Text me anytime.” She coos as she shoots him a small wave, and he can hear her heels clacking against the hardwood floor before the front door closes.

Taehyung groans and lies on his back on the cold, tiled floor.

The ceiling spins and he feels like he is going to be sick again so he sits up and throws himself at the toilet.

Nothing comes up, but after ten minutes of gagging, he finally pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

He stands up on shaky legs and makes his way over to his bed, crumpling up Sydney’s number and tossing it in a nearby trash can.

He flops down and opens his message app to see nothing.

Nothing from anyone.

It’s well past ten in the morning, and he knows everyone is awake.

But then it hits him hard.

You and Namjoon saw him fucking Sydney. You probably told the group what had happened, and of course, after what he did, no one would want to talk to him.

Taehyung threw his phone to the end of the bed and curled up with a pillow that once upon a time smelled like you.

He buried his face in it and began to cry until he once again fell asleep.

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Waking up to rain hitting the windows of your apartment felt like the most ironic thing in the entire world.

The weather was miserable and sad, and you were also feeling the same way.

Within minutes of waking up, the memories of last night flooded in, and you turned over in bed and clutched your pillows and let yourself cry as hard and as loud as you wanted to.

After seeing Taehyung fucking her, Namjoon pulled you from the scene and let you cry in his arms. You weren’t sure how long you stood there crying, but after you were done, your entire body felt heavy and numb.

Namjoon took you back inside and you found your way to the bathroom, where you cleaned your makeup up the best you could and straightened out your clothes.

When you met him again, his eyebrows were pinched in concern, and you waved him off.

“Listen, Namjoon, I want to thank you for letting me cry like that back there. I just really appreciate it. I would also appreciate it if we didn’t tell our friends about this. Not until tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin this night by making it all about me.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to protest, but you put a hand up to stop him.

“Listen, I have to process this. So we are going to tell our friends we couldn’t find Taehyung. If he shows up, well… We’re going to pretend we saw nothing.”

Namjoon’s lips draw into a line and you can tell he isn’t happy about the plan but he still nods and you shoot him a grateful smile.

“I’ll go along with your plan, and we won’t talk about it tonight. But you have to make me a promise: we will talk about it eventually. You can’t keep this bottled up inside, and it’s noble that you want your friends to have a good night, but you can’t pretend you didn’t see what you saw.” He reminds you as you nod.

You both made your way up the stairs and back onto the dance floor. Your friends are hanging around the booth, and each of them has a concerned look on their face.

You square your shoulders and let out a deep breath before plastering on a fake look and heading over.

Mira wraps you in a hug as you go along with your plan.

No, you didn’t find Taehyung; no, you weren’t giving up; it was best to wait until you both were sober to talk; yes, you would take another drink.

Your group stayed for another hour, joking and laughing and dancing. The tension seemed to ease, though you could feel Mira’s eyes studying you as you twirled Jimin around the dance floor.

It was well past two in the morning by the time you got home.

Namjoon walked you to the door and slipped you his number, reminding you that you had promised you would talk about it.

Once the door was closed and you were alone, the tears finally began to fall hard and fast.

Waking up this morning, you felt no better, and the memories were still painfully nagging at you, so you threw off the covers and took a long, hot shower.

You tied your hair in a wet bun and picked up your phone, messaging Mira to make sure she was okay and texting Namjoon to thank him again for everything last night.

The fact that there was nothing from Taehyung spoke volumes, and you didn’t want to sit around and wait for him to text or to be left alone with your thoughts, so you called a familiar number and grabbed your umbrella to make your way out into the rain.

“Welcome to the Oasis-oh,” Came Morena’s voice as you entered the shop and closed your umbrella, trying your best not to soak the floor with rainwater.

“Hey, Morena. Don’t mind me, I’m just doing some extra baking today.” You inform her as you slip off your raincoat and grab your apron from your bag.

Morena looks confused as you head towards the back kitchen, and she grabs your arm to stop you before you can fully get behind the door.

“I mean this in the absolute nicest way possible, but what are you doing here?” She asks as you hang your raincoat on one of the hooks behind the counter, and you tie your apron around your middle.

“Some extra baking. I just said that.” You remind her as, once again, she grabs your arm to stop you.

“What I meant was, what are you doing here the day after your friend’s bachelorette party? You should be at home nursing a wicked hangover. Or spending the morning curled around Taehyung.”

When she says his name, you visibly flinch as if being slapped, and Morena’s face crumples into a frown.

“Did something happen? Did he hurt you?” She asks softly as you shake your head and try your best to hide the tears that start welling up.

“Listen, Morena, I can’t talk about this now. Not because of you, but because I just need time to process some things. Please don’t be mad. I just…can’t right now. I came here to take my mind off things.” You admit as the wind picks up outside, causing you both to jump.

“He did hurt you, didn’t he? That fucking prick.” She growls as you crack a small smile and wave her off.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“I am worried about it because you walked here in the pouring rain looking like a sad, dejected, wet kitten, and now you won’t tell me what’s going on. It’s okay that you don’t tell me, but you have to talk to someone. Does Mira know”?

You shook your head as Morena swore under her breath.

“I just…need to process it and get through it on my own first.” You explain as you pat her arm and try to ignore the look on her face as you push past her and into the kitchen.

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Three hours later, you feel better…but only slightly.

Your phone had been going off for the last hour from both Mira and Namjoon, but you ignored them both. The kitchen in The Oasis was your happy place. It was there for you when you first got your idea for your book; it was there for you when you wrote your first chapter and when the book was finally published.

This kitchen was your happy place, and you were not going to let anything ruin it.

Your fingers ached from shaping and rolling out dough, but you pushed through as Morena poked her head in for the fourth time and almost begged you to take a break.

You couldn’t take a break.

You wanted to work yourself into exhaustion because if you took a break, it meant the memories of last night would slowly come back, and your heart would shatter all over again.

The big wooden table was cluttered with mixing bowls and spoons, dough was flung everywhere, and you were almost positive everything was covered in a thin layer of cinnamon sugar.

You made almost everything on the menu, except for the croissants; they reminded you too much of Taehyung so you stayed far away from them.

After another hour, Morena poked her head in to let you know she was closing up, but you waved her off. You had a key and had to clean this mess anyway.

You tried to ignore the look she gave you as she stood in the doorway, almost like she was waiting for you to break down.

But you weren’t going to do that.

Taehyung was a thing of the past, and you were moving on.

You could faintly hear the bell at the front door ding, but you paid it no mind as you started to clean up the mess you had made, wiping your dirty hands on your apron before getting to work.

“Morena told me it was bad but holy shit.” came a voice you knew far too well and your head snapped up and you were met with Mira’s shocked expression.

She was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, staring at you like she had never seen you before in her life.

“Oh, hi. What are you doing here?” You asked casually as you piled all the mixing bowls and tossed them in the sink of hot, soapy water.

“Want some baked goods? There’s more than enough to go around. Mi-Suk let me come in and do some extra baking today.” You explain as you roll up your sleeves higher and plunge your hands into the hot water to get to work.

“Morena sent me a text, and I see what she meant when she said you were totally not okay. What happened?” Mira asks as she steps into the kitchen, and you begin to harshly scrub the giant stainless steel bowl as Mira looks around at the chaos.

“I’m fine; she’s just being Morena.” You say lightly as Mira steps closer but you ignore her in favour of your washing.

“You clearly are not okay. Morena said you have been here for hours, baking and refusing to speak to her. You haven’t answered any of my texts, and I know I’m not the only one you’re ignoring.” She accuses you as you continue to scrub icing sugar off a spoon, taking in only half of what your friend is saying.

It’s not that you are trying to ignore her; you just can’t deal with it right now.

Taehyung ripped your heart to shreds; he ruined your trust, and he let you down in the worst way possible. If you talked about it with Mira, it made it real.

And you weren’t sure if you were ready for that just yet.

Mira stepped closer to you, and before you could say anything, she wrapped her arms around your middle and pressed her face into your back.

“Whatever he did to you, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push so hard last night, and I could tell something happened when you and Namjoon came back. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m your best friend. That’s kind of what I’m here for.” She says as your shoulders slump and you feel choked up at her kindness.

Tears prickle in your eyes, and you can’t hold it back any longer, and you slump over and begin to cry.

Mira holds you through it as you explain everything that happened last night through choked, tearful breaths.

How Taehyung called it off.

How you stormed after him

How you found him outside with Sydney

How you made Namjoon promise not to say anything.

You cried and cried as Mira held you through it, and Mira soothed you the best she could with kind words and big hugs.

By the time you came down, your eyes were puffy and red and your head was pounding.

You wiped your tears with your sleeve as Mira searched through her bag, pulling out a small packet of tissues to hand to you.

“I feel like an idiot.” You whine as you dab at your eyes, and Mira takes over cleaning the kitchen, gesturing you to sit on a stool as she does the work.

“He’s the idiot. I can’t believe he did that to you! Wait till Hoseok gets a hold of him.” Mira grumbles.

“No, please don’t say anything! I don’t want it to be an all-out friend war. I don’t want you to feel like you have to pick between us. That’s not fair.” You plead as Mira starts drying the dishes.

“He’s my fiancé, though. I can’t not tell him. Especially since we both were suspicious last night when you and Namjoon came back.” Mira responds as you slip off your stool and put away the washed and dried dishes.

“I know I just don’t want bad blood with the wedding coming up, you know.” You explain as Mira turns to look at you.

“You really do care about him, huh? He hurt you, and you’re still looking out for him.” She notes as you bite your lip and nod as a fresh wave of tears cascades down your cheeks.

“I really thought he had grown out of his fuckboy phase. You changed him. I could see the changes, and for him to throw it all away… I just. Wow.” Mira whispers as the kitchen is spotless and the sun has long set, cloaking the place in comforting darkness.

“I guess we both were fooled. I really liked him, Mira. I don’t know how I’m supposed to move on from this.” You admit in a small voice as she wraps you in another hug, and you bury your face into her neck.

“After the wedding and honeymoon, you and I are taking a girls’ trip. We are going to get far away from this nonsense and have some fun.” She promises as you giggle and pull away from her embrace.

“I love you, you know. Seriously, you are my best friend. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You say softly as Mira collects her things and smiles.

“Glad to hear that, because for a minute there, I was fighting for my best friend spot with Namjoon. He knew about Taehyung before me. Totally not fair.” She teases as the rain outside picks up again, and you grab your things too.

“I didn’t want to ruin your night! I had a good reason, I promise.” You explain as you take a quick walk around the kitchen to make sure ovens are off and everything is put away.

“Fine, I’ll let it slide this time, but next time, not so much. Though I don’t blame you. Namjoon really does look a lot dreamier than I remember him.” Mira teases with a wiggle of her eyebrows, which causes you to laugh and nudge her with your elbow.

“Believe me, we are better off as friends. I think I'm going to swear off guys. Too much drama and heartbreak.”

“You know. I said that too, and then Hoseok came into the picture. You never know.” She teases again as you both exit the kitchen, and you jump when you see someone standing at the door.

Kim Taehyung is standing there in the pouring rain with his face pressed against the window like a sad, wet dog.

You both freeze, and despite everything, you feel your heart beat wildly in your chest.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Mira hisses as you move past her to unlock the door and let him in.

His hair is wet and clinging to his face, his clothes are soaked and sticking to his skin and it reminds you of the time you showed up to his door soaking wet and asking for a favour.

Oh, how things have changed since then.

“Hi.” You say as you cross your arms over your chest and swallow hard.

“Can we talk? Please.” He begs as Mira swears under her breath and you bite your lip.

“Why should she even give you the time of day?” Your best friend asks as Taehyung lowers his head and pushes his wet bangs from his eyes.

“She shouldn’t, but I figured I’d give it a shot.” He explains as the rain lashes harder against the building, and you feel the storm inside you start up as well.

“Mira, wait in the car. If I’m not there in fifteen minutes, come get me.” You decide as Mira’s mouth opens in shock, but she nods and pushes past Taehyung, not even bothering to say anything to him.

The cafe is silent besides the humming of the overhead lights, and you shift from foot to foot and wait for him to say something to you.

“I was serious about only giving you fifteen minutes.” You sighed as he shook the water from his hair and once again pushed his hair back nervously.

“I know I just. I don’t even know what to say. How do I explain that I fucked up really bad and how sorry I am?” He pleads, stepping towards you, but you pull back and shake your head.

“What happened last night? One minute you were kissing my neck in line and saying that I drive you crazy and the next minute you completely ditched our group to go fuck one of your old fuck buddies.”

Taehyung seems to shrink under your harsh words, but you aren’t done.

Not even close.

“You completely ditched our group, and we spent most of the night looking for you to make sure you were okay. Then you come to me all cold and closed off and tell me the deal we had is off, and you want nothing to do with me. How does someone change that quickly? How do you go from saying I drive you crazy to not wanting anything to do with me? You promised to help me with my book, and what was all that? A lie? A chance to get your dick wet?” You cry out, feeling tears start to fall again.

“It wasn’t any of that! I promise.” He pleads.

“Then what was it, Taehyung? Explain it to me so I understand.” You shout, clenching your hands into fists.

“It was a little bit of everything. Alcohol, seeing you with Namjoon. I got jealous, and Sydney just happened to be there. I’m not proud of it. I know I hurt you, and I am so incredibly sorry about that. I want to make things right; that’s why I walked in the rain to be here. I had to see you. Had to explain.”

“You got jealous so instead of talking to me like an adult, you went and fucked another girl?” You cry out.

“I should have talked to you! I hate everything I did last night. None of it should have happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he pleads.

“Last night I was going to tell you I liked you. I was going to try and make this thing official.” You say after a beat of silence as Taehyung makes a choked noise that sounds like a whimper.

“Namjoon was the one to tell me to go for it. And we went looking for you and well… you know what we found.” You say, voice numb and hollow as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Please let me make it up to you! Let me fix this. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.” Taehyung says, stepping forward and taking your hands in his.

You fight back the tears and shake your head, pulling from his hold as you step back and wipe your eyes.

“I like you too. I like you so much it’s hurting me to see you like this. I was going to ask you out after the wedding. I had plans. Please.” He begs as his eyes brim with tears, and you shake your head, feeling your chest ache.

“Taehyung, I just…can’t… It hurts too much even being this close to you. I don’t trust you anymore. I can’t do this.” You choke as the tears fall harder and faster.

“Please let me make it up to you. Please, I can’t lose you. I liked spending time with you. I liked sending memes to you. It wasn’t even just the sexual stuff at that point; I was okay not having sex with you because I had feelings for you.” He says, trying his best to stop the tears that are running down his cheeks.

“But you missed having sex, and that’s why you went to Sydney, right? I heard you tell her how much you missed it.”

Taehyung buries his face in his hands and cries and you stand there completely still as you see Mira standing in the rain outside the cafe, pointing to her watch.

“I fucked up. I fucked up real bad and I’ll do anything to make it right. Please.” He begs as you shake your head and gather your things.

“The fifteen minutes are up, and I don’t want to make Mira stand in the rain. Come on, I have to lock up.” You sniffled as he looked over his shoulder to see Mira tapping at her watch.

“Please,” Taehyung begs, and you shake your head.

Your answer is final.

You can’t take him back

It all just hurts too much.

Without saying anything, you go around turning off all the lights, and you grab your umbrella as a crack of thunder makes you and Taehyung jump.

Once outside, you lock up and hand Taehyung your umbrella.

“You’re coming with us. Mira is going to drive us both home. I’m not having you walk in this weather.” You say as his eyebrows shoot up, and Mira shoots you a confused look.

“It’s pouring rain and thundering. The least we can do is give him a ride.”

The three of you hop into Mira’s car and Taehyung curls up in the backseat and you can hear his soft sniffles as you make your way to his house.

He thanks Mira with a wobbly voice and leaves your umbrella behind as he opens the door and walks slowly to his front door.

“I would have let him walk in the rain. You really do care about him, don’t you?” Mira asks as she pulls out of his driveway.

You don’t answer; instead, you watch the raindrops race down her car window and swallow the lump in your throat.

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gimmethatagustd · 21 minutes ago

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moonlight | pjm

Jimin licked up the center of your throat while he pinned your wrists above your head. “My favorite birthday present,” he mumbled against your skin.

Relationship: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: Established Relationship, Light Angst, Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Jimin is too drunk to fuck rip, Self-Esteem Issues

Word Count: 1,056

A/N: Spotify drabble~

Soundtrack: Agust D - 저 달

[TaeTae] y did u let jm buy 100k whiskey

[You] what

[TaeTae] ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR WHISKEY

[TaeTae] ON MY TAB

[TaeTae] Y/N

[TaeTae] i kno i can afford it but pls stop him next time. this hurts my head

Before you had a chance to respond to your distressed friend, your phone was being chucked across the room. It narrowly missed the glass vase of orchids gifted by Namjoon on the coffee table.

“Park Jimin!”

“Pay attention to me, it’s my birthday.”

Your boyfriend pressed his face into the crook of your neck. Sure, he wasn’t a big guy, but having all his weight lean into your front created a momentum you couldn’t fight. The two of you stubbled backward until your legs hit the edge of the couch. The impact of your back hitting the cushions, only to have Jimin’s whole body land on top of you, made you gasp.

“Jimin,” you groaned. “Too heavy.”

The smell of (allegedly $100,000) whiskey strangled out of you what little air you had left in your lungs. It didn’t matter, though; you were distracted.

Jimin licked up the center of your throat while he pinned your wrists above your head. “My favorite birthday present,” he mumbled against your skin.

You were too drunk, yet not drunk enough, for this aggressively horny behavior, and you definitely knew Jimin was too drunk for it. His movements were uncoordinated as he rolled his hips against yours, repeatedly grinding his hardening cock into the inside of your thigh. It would’ve been hot if his leather pants weren’t chaffing you to hell.

The pressure on your chest was released when Jimin rested back on his knees in between your thighs. Despite the throbbing that began to pulse between your thighs, you internally groaned when Jimin released you and sat back to rip off his shirt. This is what you got for dating a super hot celebrity with dangerous charisma and too strong of a libido. The dehydration headache building up started to throb to match the feeling between your thighs.

“Babe, we need water.” Jimin lifted your leg to put over his shoulder and your voice wavered. “Park Jimin, you need to drink water.”

“No I don’t,” Jimin slurred against your calf, only pausing his mumbling to suck at your skin. “I need to eat you out. Didn’t get my birthday dessert.”

You didn’t need to get out your “bossy girlfriend voice” (as Jimin rudely called it) to put him in his place, though. One moment Jimin was trailing kisses down your leg, and the next he was stumbling down the hall with his hand over his mouth. It was hard to catch your breath when you had to listen to Jimin in the bathroom throwing up probably every organ in his body.

Fuck, at least he didn’t puke on you.

With a groan, you hauled yourself off the couch to follow your baby of a boyfriend. He looked rather pathetic with his back against the wall across from the toilet.

He turned to stare at you with red, teary eyes. “I hate myself.”

“Oh, Jiminie,” you said with a sigh. You wrapped his arms around his torso, allowing him to slump until his head rested on your shoulder. “Everyone throws up.”

Jimin buried his face into your neck with a slow shake of his head. “I don’t know why I keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” You knew he didn’t mean your relationship, but fuck was that the first thing that flashed into your mind.

“Fucking myself over.”

It was all he needed to say. You understood what stayed hidden beneath the general sentiment. Overindulgence - your boyfriend’s greatest sin. Drinking until he got sick. Spending money like it would never run out (and, somehow, you were sure it wouldn’t ever run out). Pushing himself to sing song after song until honey in his tea and the fans’ praise weren’t even enough to soothe his sore throat.

“Come on, get up.” You pushed yourself off the floor before holding your hand out for Jimin to take. “Your breath smells like ass and it’s four in the morning.”

You were met with grumbles, but Jimin complied. You’d found he functioned best with you telling him what to do. It seemed like a comfort, but you weren’t going to overthink it. Instead, you thrust Jimin’s toothbrush into his clammy hands.

“I wanna go to bed.” You both knew whining was pointless, but Jimin did it every time. Perhaps he was being optimistic.

“Teethbrushing and then bed.” You gave him a hard look in the mirror.

“Fine.”

“Don’t pout at me.”

“No.” The defiance was spoken around the toothbrush. You wanted to point out that he couldn’t pout while he was brushing his teeth, so you were the true winner here. But you didn’t. You waited until the two of you were finished and you were gently guiding Jimin toward the bedroom with secure hands on his shoulders. By then what you wanted to say morphed into something else, anyway.

“Tomorrow is another day, Jimin.”

He gave you an aggressive eye roll and flung his leather pants across the room as he’d done with your phone. So fucking dramatic. “Duh.”

“I mean, it’s another opportunity to do something different, y’know?” You wiggled beneath the blanket, expectant eyes waiting for Jimin to follow you. When he did, you latched onto him again, your body practically smothering his.

Jimin twisted around to face you. He searched your face, probably for a sign that you were teasing him. You knew he wouldn’t find anything of the sort; you were serious.

“I know.”

“Good. Now please don’t puke on me while I’m sleeping. I will never sleep in the same bed with you ev-”

“I won’t, oh my goddd, why are you being like this?“ Jimin whined and tried to pry your arms from his waist.

“I’m just saying!”

With an overly-exasperated sigh, he let you snuggle him closer.

Maybe you were too flippant about life, but you never worried much about the way you thought things should be like Jimin did. You’d rather consider how they were and then decide how you wanted to move on from there. One day Jimin would figure it out; you were sure of it. But for now, you let him sleep.

#remmykinsff #moonlight

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gimmethatagustd · 9 hours ago

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taehyung is SOOOO unbearable idk how i survived the flirting when i was writing it, so i'm sorry i'm torturing you by making you relieve it jdhgdf

venor (3) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

Relationship: Tiger Tae x Bunny Koo

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Hybrids AU, College AU, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn (kinda), Coffee Shop AU, Tsundere Taehyung, Character Development, Social Commentary (Race, Gender, Socioeconomic Status)

Word Count: 3,418

Soundtrack: Series playlist

Series Masterlist

Yoongi hyung

Where are you

You better not be going to that fucking cafe Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook

JEON JUNGKOOK DON’T GO TO THAT CAFE

Biting his bottom lip, Jungkook stares at the text message’s timestamp from five minutes ago. He cups his phone in his hands to block anyone from peering at the screen and dims the screen’s brightness, just in case the predators standing in line with him get nosy.

He’s at the cafe.

Obviously, he’s at the cafe.

It’s a Sunday afternoon, and Jungkook has no idea if Taehyung works weekends, but he’s here at Venor Cafe, waiting in line between a lizard hybrid and a jaguar hybrid. This time, though, Jungkook came prepared. He’s wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt that falls past his butt. He used one of Yoongi’s hair ties to secure his ears and stuff them inside his bucket hat. Totally incognito. He could be a tiger, for all they know!

The thing is, Jungkook genuinely needs some caffeine. He’s taking a break from studying with Yoongi in the music studios, and Venor Cafe is the coffee shop closest to campus that isn’t overpriced. The possibility of seeing Taehyung is an added bonus, just a tiny extra component to the self-care errand Jungkook was planning to run anyway.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

There’s a little jitter to Jungkook’s movements as he approaches the counter. His wide eyes scan the employees, and his heart sinks when there’s not a single copper curl in sight.

“Hello! Welcome to Venor Cafe; what would you like today?” the hybrid at the register greets. She’s a snow leopard with beautiful blue eyes and a spotted tail.

Exhaling the air he’d been holding in, Jungkook rambles off his order without any mishaps. He even orders something for Yoongi, hoping it can be a sufficient apology for going against his hyung’s advice. It’s nice of Yoongi to be worried about Jungkook, but at this point, Jungkook thinks he has made it clear that he can take care of himself. Just look at him now! A prey in disguise.

Despite the crowd that has gathered in the cafe, Jungkook receives his order fairly quickly. He lingers for a bit, folding napkins into the pockets of his sweatpants and unwrapping straws for both drinks he bought. Eventually, he runs out of things to keep himself busy and can no longer stall.

“Um, excuse me?” Jungkook calls out from the side of the counter.

The snow leopard hybrid looks up from the drink she’s preparing. “Yes?”

“Is, um, Taehyung working today?”

“Who’s asking?” Her tone isn’t necessarily aggressive, but the downturn of her mouth and the wrinkles between her eyebrows match the defensive question.

“Jungkook,” he replies, too caught off guard to know how else to answer but with the truth – even if Taehyung won’t even know who Jungkook is if his coworker mentions it to him later.

After appraising Jungkook and likely deciding he doesn’t look like a threat, the snow leopard replies with a simple,

“No.”

“Cool, cool. Um, thanks!”

Jungkook lifts the drinks and paper bag of mini donuts he’d bought with gratitude before ducking out of the cafe through the front doors. So much for fixing his bad first impression. Or was it his second? Third? At this point, Jungkook can’t keep track of all the failed opportunities to introduce himself to Taehyung as a normal person would.

Jungkook treks back to the library, balancing the drinks and snacks rather precariously through doors pushed by his hips and kicked open by his sneakers. He and Yoongi have reserved a study room similar to the one Jungkook often books with Suyun. Private study rooms are handy when he and Yoongi don’t feel like dealing with predators misusing the library space and treating it like a social hour.

Yoongi is curled up in the corner of the study room. He decided to forgo the table and sat on a beanbag he dragged from another room in the library. Jungkook thinks it’s typical cat behavior, though he doesn’t dare comment on it. Yoongi might not have claws, but his eyes shoot daggers.

“You went to the damn cafe, Jeon Jungkook.” Yoongi’s tail swats at the ground before flicking back up in the air.

“I brought back snacks!” Jungkook hip-bumps the door to close it and plops on the floor with Yoongi, holding out the iced Americano he knows his friend will like. “A drink for you, a drink for me, and donuts to share. I’m an amazing roommate.”

“You’re a pain in my ass,” Yoongi complains around a mouthful of donuts.

“You love me.”

“Sometimes, Jungkook, I think you are a bit naive.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and gets up onto his knees to reach his laptop on the table. Careful not to knock anything over, he settles on the floor with his laptop on his thighs and his back leaning against the wall.

“Optimism and friendliness are different than naivety. You wouldn’t know because you’re a grumpy old man,” Jungkook points out as he pulls his hat off. When he finally unties his ears, he massages the base of each as they flop back into place, sore from being pulled backward at such an unnatural angle.

Yoongi closes the book he’s reading and smacks Jungkook in the shoulder with it.

“Take that back.”

“No!”

“Hmph,” Yoongi grunts, sounding just as grumpy as Jungkook knows that he is.

The two hybrids are silent for a while, both focused on their studies. Jungkook is working on designing a mobile app for one of his classes— it’s a video game similar to the Pokemon games he would play on his GameBoy when he was younger. From the looks of it, Yoongi is reading a novel, though Jungkook isn’t sure if it’s for fun or for class. That’s always how it is with the creative types, he supposes.

“Well,” Yoongi says slowly after clearing his throat. It comes out stunted, a little awkward. “Did you see your tiger?”

Cheeks heating up, Jungkook slumps against the wall and shrugs his shoulders to his ears.

“I didn’t…”

“But?” Yoongi gives Jungkook a sidelong look.

“But… he’s kind of in one of my classes now, so I’ll see him on Tuesday…”

Bewildered, Yoongi sets his book down and turns to look at Jungkook. His tail smacks Jungkook’s leg and wraps around his ankle, though Jungkook doesn’t think Yoongi even realizes it due to how excitable he’s getting. Jungkook still doesn’t know why this is such a big deal.

“How is he in one of your classes?”

“Hyung, I’m trying to do my assignment.”

“How, Jungkook?”

With a sigh, Jungkook puts his laptop on the floor and shakes his leg free of Yoongi’s tail.

“I don’t know. He just showed up last week. My friend said sometimes predators get to take classes with prey if they want to overload their courses to graduate faster.”

Suyun is probably correct; she’s one of the most intelligent people Jungkook knows. Jungkook doesn’t mention that she was the one who told him, though. He doesn’t want Yoongi coming up with any ideas about Jungkook being friends with one of the only prey students dating a predator on their campus.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi gives him an exasperated look, “I’ve heard bad things about that specific group of predators that Taehyung hangs out with.”

The confession doesn’t sit right with Jungkook. It feels like Yoongi is overreacting, and it reminds him of his parents. So many prey hybrids let fear and paranoia dictate how they live and who they spend time with. Jungkook doesn’t want to be like that, not anymore.

“And where did you get this information?” he challenges with his arms crossed.

Yoongi waves his hand, gesturing all around them.

“Everyone knows this. It’s common knowledge. They’re shady, okay? Starting fights at parties, drugs, sleeping around, stuff like that.”

Jungkook has lived a sheltered life, but everything Yoongi lists sounds like typical college behavior — at least, what Jungkook has heard about predator college students. Maybe he is naive.

“I promise I won’t do any of that stuff, hyung,” Jungkook says with a tug of Yoongi’s ear. “I’m a good kid.”

Yoongi scowls and smacks at Jungkook’s hand.

“A nuisance is more like it. Now do your assignment.”

On Tuesday, Jungkook arrives at his class on time, not out of breath and not sweating through his clothes. He crosses through the double doors at the back of the lecture hall and eyes the tiered seating as other students shuffle down the aisles. There are plenty of seats available since class hasn’t started yet. Near the front of the room, Jungkook spots Suyun talking with another student. Jungkook would immediately head for the fold-down seat beside Suyun any other day. He’d pull out the adjustable desk attached to the seat and prep his notebook for the day’s lesson, maybe even get out his phone to record the audio in case he got distracted. Jungkook wouldn’t hesitate to go to his usual seat any other day.

But today, Taehyung is on time.

The tiger hybrid sits in the back like he did the week prior. Again, Jungkook thinks Taehyung looks too big for the seat, his long legs and broad shoulders sticking out compared to the smaller frames of his prey classmates. His striped tail drapes over the armrest of the seat next to him, and his ears flick as Jungkook approaches him.

“Can I sit here?” Jungkook asks, the words nearly sticking in his throat.

Setting down the pencil he’d been twirling between his fingers, Taehyung turns his head to look Jungkook up and down. The slow drag of his gaze makes Jungkook’s skin prickle. Taehyung’s sharp, feline eyes trigger Jungkook’s fight-or-flight response. It takes tensing his muscles for Jungkook not to bolt down the aisle and sit with Suyun instead.

Part of Jungkook knows that this is an instinctual response to being near a predator. He wonders if Suyun still feels this way about Jackson or if she has gotten used to him enough that her body doesn’t react like this anymore.

An even tinier part of Jungkook thinks that, maybe, he kind of… likes it…

The adrenaline is exciting, and the dangerous energy Taehyung gives off makes Jungkook feel wanted – in a way he never has before.

Jungkook may be a bit naive, but he’s not stupid. He notices that Taehyung’s eyes linger on the smooth expanse of skin his shorts reveal. Jungkook silently thanks his morning self for picking a cute outfit for the day. He feels much better in cute jean shorts, a striped rugby shirt, and his artfully dirty white Converse than the usual athleisure he wears when he’s feeling lazy. Still, Taehyung’s predatory gaze makes Jungkook’s cheeks heat up, yet he refuses to look away when Taehyung’s feline eyes meet his again.

“Of course, bun,” Taehyung finally responds with a low purr that vibrates from his chest.

“Um, thanks!” A bit flustered by the unexpected use of the nickname in the middle of class, Jungkook quickly sits down beside Taehyung.

Jungkook tries retrieving his notebook from his backpack, dropping it on the floor twice before finally getting his desk in order. He can feel Taehyung’s gaze while getting his phone out to prepare the audio recording. A text message from Suyun is the first thing that pops up on his phone screen, and he sincerely hopes Taehyung doesn’t see it because it’s a complaint from Suyun about Jungkook ditching her for a predator.

Digging around in his backpack, Jungkook’s fingers scrape the bottom and find his back empty aside from his tablet and a binder. He’d been so worried about getting to class on time that he forgot his little sparkly gold zipper bag that carries his pencils and pens. This is what he gets for being old school and enjoying a break from electronics in his courses that aren’t for his major.

With a sigh, Jungkook leans back in his seat and weighs the pros and cons of asking Taehyung for something to write with or just using his laptop to take notes like most other students. He doesn’t have to worry about it for long before Taehyung decides for him.

“Need one of these, bun?” Taehyung whispers close to Jungkook’s ear, his breath tickling his neck from Taehyung leaning in.

With a shiver, Jungkook gently takes the pen Taehyung offers. It’s lightweight but smooth and inky, satisfyingly gliding across the page of Jungkook’s notebook.

“This is a nice pen,” Jungkook whispers back and feels silly for complimenting Taehyung’s pen.

Taehyung winks at Jungkook with a low chuckle before returning his focus to their professor.

Jungkook tries not to show how flustered he is, but he’s sure his scent sweetens with how embarrassed and nervous Taehyung makes him.

Unfortunately, class passes the same as it had last time– with Jungkook daydreaming about Taehyung and all the questions he has for him, and Taehyung being such a diligent student that Jungkook never catches him looking his way. Whatever Suyun said about Taehyung watching him must have been a figment of her imagination because Jungkook is positive he would notice if it was true.

Jungkook notices everything.

Taehyung’s fuzzy ears flick every time Jungkook shifts in his seat. He switches hands to write halfway through the lecture, perhaps because one of them got tired. His scent spikes closer to the end of class, that soothing smell of summer rain that makes Jungkook tingly all over.

It should be embarrassing how much time Jungkook spends thinking about the predator beside him and not what his professor is teaching, but it’s not his fault Taehyung is so alluring.

“And as a reminder,” Professor Jung raises his voice in anticipation of the noisy buzz that comes with the end of class as students pack up, “We’ll be choosing final project topics soon, so please don’t let that fall by the wayside.”

Jungkook has definitely let his project ideas fall by the wayside. It’s fine; he performs well under pressure.

Catching Suyun’s eye across the room, Jungkook sends a silent prayer that she doesn’t come charging up to him with Taehyung still in his seat. He tries subtly shaking his head at her, but he’s not sure his point gets across.

“Thanks, by the way.” Jungkook holds out the pen, but Taehyung doesn’t even look at it.

“Keep it.”

“But,” Jungkook watches Taehyung pack up his backpack, “It’s yours.”

“And now it’s yours.”

“But I don’t need it.”

Wearing a lazy grin, Taehyung grips the edge of Jungkook’s desk and leans in slightly, even as Jungkook subconsciously leans back.

“Y’know,” Taehyung begins with a lick of his bottom lip. When the grin returns, Taehyung reveals sharp canines that extend slightly further than the rest of his teeth. “I heard you missed me over the weekend, Jungkook.”

Before Jungkook’s cheeks even flush a deep pink, Taehyung is already pushing himself up to stand at full height. He gives Jungkook one last look and slips past him down the row of seats, never leaving Jungkook’s sight until he’s through the classroom’s double doors.

“What the hell was that?” Suyun is on Jungkook with a quickness, her large, rounded ears sticking up out of her straight hair.

Jungkook exhales slowly. “I… don’t know?”

Gathering his notebook and Taehyung’s pen, Jungkook almost misses the slip of paper folded in half and teetering on the edge of his desk. It’s intentionally folded and perfectly aligned at the edges, and the paper looks different than that of Jungkook’s notebook.

He doesn’t mean to be secretive, but Jungkook twists in his seat to hide the note when he opens it. Suyun is trustworthy; there’s no questioning that. Still, Jungkook wants to have the chance to process whatever this note is before he shares it with anyone else.

It’s a good call, considering what’s scrawled on the inside in small, messy lines.

vante95

2 pm Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays

10 am Saturdays

Jungkook refolds the paper and shoves it in his pocket. His entire face burns like a summer wildfire. He can barely stand up without tripping over himself, and he slings his backpack over his shoulder with shaking hands.

Taehyung gave him his KakaoTalk and work schedule.

Taehyung essentially invited Jungkook to text him and visit him at work.

Jungkook thinks he might be sick from how nervous he suddenly feels.

“Earth to Jungkookie,” Suyun shoves Jungkook in the arm as they go about their typical routine of walking to the library after class to study. “What is going on with you and that tiger, huh? You’ve been acting so weird the last week.”

Chewing his bottom lip, Jungkook contemplates how to answer Suyun’s questions. He opts for the truth, spilling his little no-so-secret infatuation with the predator in hushed whispers as they cross the main quad in front of the library.

“Do you think I should text him?” Jungkook holds the wrinkled note out for Suyun to read. A curious smile brightens her face, exposing her cute buck teeth.

“Oh my gosh, yes. He’s so cute, Jungkook! Don’t believe all that silly stuff about predators being bad. They’re not all so terrible,” Suyun urges.

If anyone knows what it’s like to trust a predator, it would be Suyun. Her encouragement is all the permission Jungkook needs to open the app on his phone and type in Taehyung’s KakaoTalk ID.

jkookie

This is Jungkook

Jungkook doesn’t know why he expects an immediate response; he already knows Taehyung has work right now. Still, he feels disappointment sink like a rock in his gut after five minutes pass and his message is still unread. Should he have waited to text him? Does it seem desperate to send him a message so quickly after receiving his contact info?

Trying to pull himself together, he gets settled in a study room with Suyun and puts his phone on Do Not Disturb. He may be determined to get to know the mysterious tiger hybrid, but school will always come first.

Suyun stands at the whiteboard, which takes up an entire wall. She works diligently to draw diagrams of something chemistry-related that Jungkook doesn’t understand– many lines connecting hexagons and acronyms he doesn’t recognize. Jungkook may be studying science, but not that kind of science.

“So,” Suyun asks as she writes mathematical equations in pink marker that look more confusing than the hieroglyphs they were just studying, “Do you like going here better than your other school?”

“I do, but I think it’s a lot harder here. I feel like all I do is study.”

Suyun laughs and smiles over her shoulder at Jungkook.

“I totally get that. We need to do something fun, maybe go clubbing. I could see if Jackson’s friends are throwing any house parties. I feel like there’s usually a few of them right before finals, as like, a morale boost.”

“I’ve never actually been to a party…” Jungkook admits quietly, though rather than embarrassment, he feels giddiness at the prospect of experiencing another new college experience he was previously denied.

Suyun whips around and accidentally flings her marker across the room. Giggling, Jungkook gets up to search for the marker.

“Oh my gosh, Jeon Jungkook, we are going to a party. What else haven’t you done? I need to pop your cherry.”

“What!” Jungkook nearly shrieks. The shock of her statement makes Jungkook mess up his throw, and he ends up nearly chucking the marker in Suyun’s face.

“Sorry, that came out wrong. I’m not, like, trying to take your virginity. Is that what you thought?”

Jungkook hides behind his laptop once he returns to his seat. He’s not ready to admit that, yes, he is a virgin. Admitting that usually gets him weird stares and inappropriate comments. One time, an old friend of Jungkook’s said he “screamed virgin”– whatever that means!

“Maybe we can start with a house party and go from there…” Jungkook offers with a suspicious look thrown at Suyun’s back. Maybe dating a predator has had an impact on the mouse hybrid, who otherwise should be naturally timid and prudish.

“Sure, sure. I’ll text Jackson right now. We’ll have all week to figure everything out.”

When Suyun reaches for her phone, Jungkook impulsively checks his as well. His heart leaps into his throat, and his palms sweat when he checks the notifications he’d silenced during their study session.

vante95

hey bun

#rkiveslibrary #nice things #venor

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gimmethatagustd · 18 hours ago

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From all your stories, who's your fav couple you've written?

😫 this is SUCH a hard (but amazing) question to answer

ngl tho, it's also kinda easy?? cuz there really is only one couple that has my heart in a way no others do, and that's my emo boys~ taekook from keep singing this lie. they're just so special to me, i think about them all the time. i'm procrastinating finishing that series cuz i want it to be so perfect that i just can't even write it rn jsdhkfs i just love themmmm

i don't think i have a fav couple from my reader inserts tho

#ask #Anonymous #keep singing this lie

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gimmethatagustd · 19 hours ago

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finished reposting all of my jimin x reader fics 💜

park jimin x reader fics;

this blog is nsfw. no minors allowed.

‣ Main Masterlist

‣ Taglist

blunt rotation ♡ 7k | law school | classmates to lovers | weed fic | smut

Supplying your law school classmates with weed on the regular might as well be a full-time job. It’s lucrative, but lately, you’ve seen a dip in profits. Maybe it’s because you keep giving out the Pretty Boy Discount to a certain guy in your ethics class…

marry me (again & again) ♡ 2k | friends to lovers | fluff | humor

How many times does your best friend need to propose to you before you actually believe him when he says he’s in love with you?

moonlight ♡ 1k | fluff | established relationship | idol au

Jimin licked up the center of your throat while he pinned your wrists above your head. “My favorite birthday present,” he mumbled against your skin.

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

Humans have this annoying habit of being drawn to danger, and you’re having a hard time stopping yourself from sinking your teeth into your new roommate. You’re not sure what’s more tantalizing: his impossibly good looks or his seemingly innocent way of flirting with the darkest part of you ♡ part two: touch me after midnight ♡ part three: lost in a heartbeat

you make me nervous ♡ 2k | classmates to lovers | grad school | smut

Your classmate’s way of helping you with stress is a bit… unexpected.

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gimmethatagustd · 19 hours ago

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taglist~

@rkiveslibrary @mar-lo-pap @likecrazy22 @jaemayy @annyeongbitch7 @iadelicacy @vintagemoonsstuff @taesnumber1 @whothefuckisthishoe

moonlight | pjm

Jimin licked up the center of your throat while he pinned your wrists above your head. “My favorite birthday present,” he mumbled against your skin.

Relationship: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: Established Relationship, Light Angst, Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Jimin is too drunk to fuck rip, Self-Esteem Issues

Word Count: 1,056

A/N: Spotify drabble~

Soundtrack: Agust D - 저 달

[TaeTae] y did u let jm buy 100k whiskey

[You] what

[TaeTae] ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR WHISKEY

[TaeTae] ON MY TAB

[TaeTae] Y/N

[TaeTae] i kno i can afford it but pls stop him next time. this hurts my head

Before you had a chance to respond to your distressed friend, your phone was being chucked across the room. It narrowly missed the glass vase of orchids gifted by Namjoon on the coffee table.

“Park Jimin!”

“Pay attention to me, it’s my birthday.”

“Jimin,” you groaned. “Too heavy.”

The smell of (allegedly $100,000) whiskey strangled out of you what little air you had left in your lungs. It didn’t matter, though; you were distracted.

Jimin licked up the center of your throat while he pinned your wrists above your head. “My favorite birthday present,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Babe, we need water.” Jimin lifted your leg to put over his shoulder and your voice wavered. “Park Jimin, you need to drink water.”

“No I don’t,” Jimin slurred against your calf, only pausing his mumbling to suck at your skin. “I need to eat you out. Didn’t get my birthday dessert.”

Fuck, at least he didn’t puke on you.

With a groan, you hauled yourself off the couch to follow your baby of a boyfriend. He looked rather pathetic with his back against the wall across from the toilet.

He turned to stare at you with red, teary eyes. “I hate myself.”

“Oh, Jiminie,” you said with a sigh. You wrapped his arms around his torso, allowing him to slump until his head rested on your shoulder. “Everyone throws up.”

Jimin buried his face into your neck with a slow shake of his head. “I don’t know why I keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” You knew he didn’t mean your relationship, but fuck was that the first thing that flashed into your mind.

“Fucking myself over.”

“Come on, get up.” You pushed yourself off the floor before holding your hand out for Jimin to take. “Your breath smells like ass and it’s four in the morning.”

“I wanna go to bed.” You both knew whining was pointless, but Jimin did it every time. Perhaps he was being optimistic.

“Teethbrushing and then bed.” You gave him a hard look in the mirror.

“Fine.”

“Don’t pout at me.”

“Tomorrow is another day, Jimin.”

He gave you an aggressive eye roll and flung his leather pants across the room as he’d done with your phone. So fucking dramatic. “Duh.”

Jimin twisted around to face you. He searched your face, probably for a sign that you were teasing him. You knew he wouldn’t find anything of the sort; you were serious.

“I know.”

“Good. Now please don’t puke on me while I’m sleeping. I will never sleep in the same bed with you ev-”

“I won’t, oh my goddd, why are you being like this?“ Jimin whined and tried to pry your arms from his waist.

“I’m just saying!”

With an overly-exasperated sigh, he let you snuggle him closer.

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moonlight | pjm

Jimin licked up the center of your throat while he pinned your wrists above your head. “My favorite birthday present,” he mumbled against your skin.

Relationship: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: Established Relationship, Light Angst, Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Jimin is too drunk to fuck rip, Self-Esteem Issues

Word Count: 1,056

A/N: Spotify drabble~

Soundtrack: Agust D - 저 달

[TaeTae] y did u let jm buy 100k whiskey

[You] what

[TaeTae] ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR WHISKEY

[TaeTae] ON MY TAB

[TaeTae] Y/N

[TaeTae] i kno i can afford it but pls stop him next time. this hurts my head

Before you had a chance to respond to your distressed friend, your phone was being chucked across the room. It narrowly missed the glass vase of orchids gifted by Namjoon on the coffee table.

“Park Jimin!”

“Pay attention to me, it’s my birthday.”

“Jimin,” you groaned. “Too heavy.”

The smell of (allegedly $100,000) whiskey strangled out of you what little air you had left in your lungs. It didn’t matter, though; you were distracted.

Jimin licked up the center of your throat while he pinned your wrists above your head. “My favorite birthday present,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Babe, we need water.” Jimin lifted your leg to put over his shoulder and your voice wavered. “Park Jimin, you need to drink water.”

“No I don’t,” Jimin slurred against your calf, only pausing his mumbling to suck at your skin. “I need to eat you out. Didn’t get my birthday dessert.”

Fuck, at least he didn’t puke on you.

With a groan, you hauled yourself off the couch to follow your baby of a boyfriend. He looked rather pathetic with his back against the wall across from the toilet.

He turned to stare at you with red, teary eyes. “I hate myself.”

“Oh, Jiminie,” you said with a sigh. You wrapped his arms around his torso, allowing him to slump until his head rested on your shoulder. “Everyone throws up.”

Jimin buried his face into your neck with a slow shake of his head. “I don’t know why I keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” You knew he didn’t mean your relationship, but fuck was that the first thing that flashed into your mind.

“Fucking myself over.”

“Come on, get up.” You pushed yourself off the floor before holding your hand out for Jimin to take. “Your breath smells like ass and it’s four in the morning.”

“I wanna go to bed.” You both knew whining was pointless, but Jimin did it every time. Perhaps he was being optimistic.

“Teethbrushing and then bed.” You gave him a hard look in the mirror.

“Fine.”

“Don’t pout at me.”

“Tomorrow is another day, Jimin.”

He gave you an aggressive eye roll and flung his leather pants across the room as he’d done with your phone. So fucking dramatic. “Duh.”

Jimin twisted around to face you. He searched your face, probably for a sign that you were teasing him. You knew he wouldn’t find anything of the sort; you were serious.

“I know.”

“Good. Now please don’t puke on me while I’m sleeping. I will never sleep in the same bed with you ev-”

“I won’t, oh my goddd, why are you being like this?“ Jimin whined and tried to pry your arms from his waist.

“I’m just saying!”

With an overly-exasperated sigh, he let you snuggle him closer.

#bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #bts x reader #jimin fluff #bts fluff #moonlight #gimmethatagustd

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gimmethatagustd · 21 hours ago

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gimmethatagustd · 24 hours ago

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*me flirting*

so… have you… learned anything interesting lately?

#namjoon coded

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gimmethatagustd · 1 day ago

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#it’s the mental illness innit

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gimmethatagustd · 2 days ago

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some yoongi gifs until he comes back home (58/79)

21 days left

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gimmethatagustd · 2 days ago

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i have this unrealistic fantasy in my head where if you calmly and logically explain something to someone perfectly they will understand your position and gain knowledge from the exchange. unfortunately in the real world this does not happen often

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gimmethatagustd · 2 days ago

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JSHDFKJDS jungkook, the most smitten lil guy you've ever seen. this fic is truly what it feels like to have a sweet, young crush yknow??

idk how tae ended up so ~cool~ i could never replicate this

venor (2) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university's café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

Relationship: Tiger Tae x Bunny Koo

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Hybrids AU, College AU, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn (kinda), Coffee Shop AU, Tsundere Taehyung, Character Development, Social Commentary (Race, Gender, Socioeconomic Status)

Word Count: 4,357

Soundtrack: Series playlist

Series Masterlist

The start of the semester is a disaster, to say the least. Jungkook quickly realizes he didn’t pay enough attention to Yoongi’s campus tour.

Despite the seemingly clear distinction between the two halves of campus, Jungkook gets lost. On his first day, he accidentally shows up to the wrong class. Not only is it embarrassing that he sits down in a psychology class when he’s supposed to be in a computer science class but it’s also a predator class.

Jungkook has never felt his face burn as hotly as it does when he leaves the classroom – which takes entirely too long since he chose to sit at the front of the room. He grips his backpack by the straps and holds his head high despite his pinkening cheeks.

It doesn’t help that a rumble of dark chuckles, snickers, and a few whistles follow him out the door. In his periphery, Jungkook thinks he spots one of the predators that had been in the group with the tiger hybrid. It’s the wolf who commented on showing Jungkook around – which, apparently, had something to do with his knot.

(Jungkook looked up knots on the internet later that night and was, to put it simply, scandalized.)

Jungkook flings the classroom door open and slips out of the classroom, but not fast enough to have missed the wolf. He shoves his tongue against the inside of his cheek and makes an obscene gesture with his fist.

Lovely.

The thing about Jeon Jungkook is that he has never let anything stop him. No amount of inappropriate comments or intimidation tactics will prevent him from having a fulfilling college experience. Predators be damned!

Once Jungkook memorizes his class routes, the next step is to establish a routine. This is an essential part of college life, considering Jungkook has a habit of getting a bit… off track. It’s only been a few weeks, and Yoongi has already commented on what he has dubbed Jungkook’s “loading face” that pops up whenever he gets lost in thought. Jungkook thinks Yoongi is being playful and not mean when he calls it that, but he can’t be entirely sure.

Still, Jungkook understands this aspect of his personality, so he’s very pleased with himself when he finally figures out what to do with the random gap of time in his daily schedule in the afternoons between his last class of the day and the start of his shift working at the campus library.

Across the street from the east side of campus is a little coffeehouse called Venor Cafe. Jungkook, never being one to study languages, doesn’t think much of the establishment’s name as he stops at the chalkboard A-frame sign on the sidewalk outside the cafe’s front door. The large, bubbly handwriting advertising discounted flavored drinks for college students catches Jungkook’s eye. He’s a broke college kid living far from home, and he hasn’t eaten lunch yet – he might as well take advantage of what little rewards his student ID can get him.

The shop isn’t one that Yoongi included in his list of restaurants for Jungkook to try, but Jungkook remembers Yoongi mentioning wanting to cut back on his coffee intake. Perhaps that’s why the nearby coffeehouse isn’t on the list.

The bell hanging above the front door chimes when Jungkook slowly opens the door and slips through. It’s dimly lit inside the cafe, with most of the light coming from the large front windows facing the street. It takes a few seconds for Jungkook’s eyes to adjust after being in the summer sun. The air conditioning is welcomed, as is the array of mouthwatering aromas that greet Jungkook as he ventures further into the building. Something about the rich smell of ground coffee beans and sharp spices like nutmeg and chai makes Jungkook’s skin tingle.

Wooden tables with colorful, mismatched chairs are placed throughout the cafe. A large couch and a few well-worn leather armchairs crowd around a glass coffee table in the corner of the room near the register. Jungkook sits at a table by the front door to look out of the large windows and people-watch.

Removing his backpack, Jungkook places it on the empty chair opposite his seat and pulls it closer to him for easier access. The metal scrapes against the concrete floor, making Jungkook cringe.

It’s strangely quiet in the cafe. Chill lo-fi music plays from the overhead speakers, but it’s quiet enough that Jungkook almost doesn’t notice it. Somewhere in a back room, he can pick up on dishes clattering in a sink and the murmur of voices, and there’s the hum of machines behind the front counter.

Surprisingly, the cafe is nearly empty. There’s no one at the counter, and Jungkook spots only one other occupied table toward the back of the cafe where what looks like three college students sit, hunched over laptops. Maybe it’s dead in the cafe because other students are still in class.

Since there’s still no sign of any employees, Jungkook ignores the rumbling in his stomach and pulls out a tablet and stylus. He uses a napkin to brush off the little crumbs on the table and gets to work on his latest project. It’s a comic, less Marvel and more BL manhwa webtoon, and nothing he plans to show the world. Drawing is a creative outlet for Jungkook when he’s tired of writing code all day. Sometimes, he comes up with a story to tell, but he usually just likes taking little scenes from his everyday life and adding something to them that makes the world feel a bit more exciting and much less ordinary.

A part of Jungkook wishes he’d decided to attend a university for graphic arts rather than computer science. Unfortunately, the promise of a high-paying, stable job and his pushy parents makes him stick with the path he has paved for himself.

The sudden harsh sound of a coffee grinder startles Jungkook, forcing his gaze from his half-finished drawing to the cafe’s long counter. From this angle, Jungkook has to look over a glass case displaying various baked goods to see the employee behind the counter, who is now adding to the noise by brandishing a whirring frother. All Jungkook catches a glimpse of is a puff of coppery curls, but that, paired with the sudden earthy scent of summer rain, is enough to make Jungkook jump from his seat.

Jungkook has to say something cool. In the few steps it takes to approach the register, Jungkook has gone through about seven hundred options. He reminds himself that this is a totally normal scenario. He’s just a guy at a cafe to get a sandwich and a latte. The barista is just a guy working part-time to get through college. That’s it. There’s no reason for Jungkook’s hands to be clammy or for his heart to stutter as he leans against the counter, wide eyes tracking the tiger prowling on the opposite side.

Taehyung.

The barista is close enough for Jungkook to read his nametag, close enough for Jungkook to see the little beauty marks dotting his face like constellations or little flecks of chocolate on caramel skin. Sweet.

“Hi–”

“What are you doing here?”

“Um…” Jungkook resists the urge to shrink away from the counter, the harshness of the barista’s question digging into his flesh like sharpened talons. “Coffee?”

So uncool.

Taehyung’s striped tiger ears lay flat, disappearing into his curls, and his sharp eyes flit toward the group of people sitting in the corner of the cafe.

He looks so much bigger now than he had before. Maybe the apron he wears accentuates his proportions, showing off how broad his shoulders are and how prominent his chest is. Jungkook can’t help but follow his body, taking note of the raised veins of his forearms and his large hands compared to the coffee mug he holds between them. There’s an elastic hair tie around his wrist. Jungkook imagines what it would be like to play with his curls and tie them back out of his pretty face.

“You’re new, right?” Taehyung asks, pulling Jungkook out of his stupor. His voice is rich and deep, like the chocolate mocha Jungkook is considering ordering.

“Oh, you remember me.”

They slip out, words meant to remain a thought but escaped before Jungkook could stop them. He feels his face grow hot, but the little smirk that tugs at Taehyung’s lips makes his stomach flip.

“Of course I do.” Taehyung sets down the ceramic mug, now dry from him rubbing it down with a clean cloth. With his palms flat on the counter, Taehyung leans forward. “Couldn’t forget a pretty little bunny like you, could I?”

No one has ever spoken to Jungkook with such blatant flirtation before. At least, Jungkook thinks Taehyung is flirting with him. There’s already a little imaginary Yoongi on his shoulder telling him that Taehyung is a predator who is more likely hunting than he is flirting, but Jungkook would rather watch Taeyung’s tongue swipe across his bottom lip than pay attention to what the Yoongi in his subconscious is saying.

“Thank you?” Jungkook asks with a little scrunch of his nose, an expression that accentuates his front teeth. “I think?”

Taehyung’s gaze drops to the counter as he laughs lowly with a slow shake of his head.

“Here’s the thing, bun,” Taehyung’s fingers tap against the marble counter in tune with the music overhead. Jungkook can’t help but admire how long and pretty they are. “You can’t be here.”

Jungkook is so caught up in the new nickname that he almost forgets to ask, “Wait, why?”

“You’re on the east side. Predators only.” Everything about Taehyung’s presence is intimidating as he utters those simple words, but Jungkook can’t find it in him to be afraid, even as a chill creeps down his spine. “And judging by those floppy ears and little cotton-ball tail, I’d take it you don’t belong over here.”

The bell above the front door rings, interrupting Jungkook’s response. It’s for the best; Jungkook isn’t even sure how he would have responded to such an embarrassing read. All he can think about is how Taehyung managed to notice his tail, which he thought was hidden by his baggy t-shirt. The floppy bunny ears are inescapable, unfortunately. They’re smaller than other rabbit hybrids but still there, with black fur that doesn’t quite blend in well with his hair.

Two snake hybrids get in line behind Jungkook. He doesn’t look at them, even though his curiosity makes him want to. They’re whispering to each other with words that slip around Jungkook’s eardrums. They’re whispering about him.

With a sigh, Taehyung straightens his posture. He drapes the rag over one shoulder and gives Jungkook a stony expression.

“Please leave.”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyebrows lift into his bangs. “I haven’t even ordered my coffee yet!”

Taehyung’s jaw flexes as he hollows his cheeks, gaze sliding from Jungkook’s face to the snake hybrids behind him.

“You’re taking it to-go. What do you want?”

“What do you recommend?”

“I don’t drink coffee.”

“Then why–” Jungkook presses his lips together and tries not to laugh at the desperate look on Taehyung’s face. “Never mind, just an iced mocha latte, please. And one of those.” Jungkook points to the sandwich he wants.

After paying, Jungkook steps to the side to let the snake hybrids order. By this point, another employee appears from the back room. He’s a panther hybrid with a silky-looking tail and rounded ears. His pale eyes lock on Jungkook, and his lips curl into a scowl when Jungkook smiles. The poor guy clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

The panther takes over the register so Taehyung can finish making Jungkook’s order. When Taehyung hands Jungkook his drink and sandwich, his fingers brush against Jungkook’s palm. The touch leaves Jungkook’s entire arm tingling long after he’s packed up his backpack and left the cafe to head toward the library.

Sure, it wasn’t an ideal first meeting with Taehyung. Jungkook even forgot to tell Taehyung his name! But now Jungkook knows there’s the possibility they’ll cross paths again, especially since Venor Cafe’s food is pretty good, and it’s only a short walk from the library. Maybe this little cafe can be part of Jungkook’s routine, too.

Later that night, after an uneventful shift at the library, Jungkook still buzzes from the high of seeing his mystery tiger hybrid for the second time. It’s almost too much for his little body to contain, and he struggles to keep his cool when Yoongi eventually gets home from his part-time job at a local record store.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi sighs with his head in his hands, “I specifically told you not to go over there.”

“Yeah, but it was fine.” Jungkook slurps more noodles, unintentionally spraying little droplets of broth on the kitchen table. It’s an instant ramen kind of night. Luckily, Yoongi is a decent cook, so he added shrimp and fresh vegetables to the broth to “elevate it,” in his words.

“You said people were gossiping about you at the cafe! How is that fine?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Maybe they’ve never interacted much with prey either. You never know.”

Yoongi gives Jungkook a deadpan expression. “You’re being too naive.”

Maybe Jungkook is naive, but he prefers that over pessimism. Life is too short to be worried so much. Yoongi already acts like an old man.

Yoongi pushes his empty bowl away and opens his laptop again. Bulky headphones wrap around his neck and rest on his collarbones. The headphones are designed to fit his ears much better than any headphones Jungkook has used. Jungkook can hear some type of electronic music beeping and thrumming from them—the life of a music major. Jungkook doesn’t understand it, but he respects it.

Until transferring to his new university, Jungkook had never been the type to stay up late. It seems that little parts of Yoongi’s personality are rubbing off on Jungkook because he has found himself working on assignments well into the night to keep Yoongi company while he works on his music.

After a few minutes of silence, with only the sound of the two men clicking around on their laptops echoing through the quiet kitchen, Jungkook finally lets out the little secret he was hiding when he relayed his earlier cafe adventures to Yoongi.

“I saw the pretty tiger again.”

Yoongi groans loudly, pulling his headphones off again. He gives Jungkook another judgemental look that does nothing to curb the giddiness stirring in Jungkook’s chest.

“You need to stop.”

“Why?” Jungkook whines. Moving his laptop, he folds his arms on the table and rests his head on them. “He’s so pretty, hyung. He’s got these sharp eyes that dip a little in the corners. When he smiles, his mouth makes this, like, rectangle shape that may sound weird, but it’s so cute in person and, like, not at all scary. Well, he is kind of scary, but not in a bad way. It’s actually kind of hot. And he smells so good–”

“Jungkook!” Yoongi presses his palms to his cheeks and stares at Jungkook with a look that borders on horrified. “This never works, okay? Predators and prey aren’t meant to go together; we’re literally hardwired to avoid them. They’re gross, disrespectful, and aggressive. They let their animal sides totally control them. He was probably trying to come onto you!”

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook huffs. “Taehyung is nice. I can feel it. Besides, I could kick a predator’s ass if I needed to. I do kickboxing, remember?”

Yoongi ignores the kickboxing part, commenting, “Oh, so you’re on a first-name basis with a tiger now?”

Jungkook’s cheeks heat up, and he responds a bit too quickly.

“Yes!”

Sort of.

Yoongi doesn’t need to know the details about that.

“Whatever, I warned you. Don’t come crying to me when he turns out to be a douchebag,” Yoongi grumbles and refocuses on his laptop.

It’s a discouraging conversation, but Jungkook doesn’t let Yoongi’s grumpiness dissuade him. He has seen a predator-prey relationship work out; at least, so far, it has. There’s a girl in one of his classes, a mouse hybrid with the cutest ears that twitch whenever someone makes a loud noise and a flighty but sweet personality. Jungkook knows for a fact that she’s dating a fox hybrid; he saw the two of them holding hands in the library– the only place on campus that isn’t separated by hybrid type. They are adorable. The way her boyfriend looks at her is with love, not intimidation.

Other students whisper about them, primarily predators who disapprove of their relationship, but it doesn’t seem like the couple cares about what others have to say.

Jungkook doesn’t care, either. Maybe he’s getting ahead of himself, considering Taehyung doesn’t even know his name, but he’s determined to befriend the tiger, at least. Something about him makes it difficult for Jungkook to let him go.

Undeterred, Jungkook spends the rest of the night finishing assignments that aren’t even due yet; that way, he knows he has time to kill tomorrow before his work shift. He’ll go back to Venor Cafe and properly introduce himself to Taehyung. He’ll prove that he’s more than the stereotypes about prey. He’s accepting of all people and unafraid to make friends with people who aren’t like him.

Jungkook’s chance to improve Taehyung’s first impression of him comes sooner than expected and in an unlikely place.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Jungkook’s last class of the day is a random elective he chose because he had the room to add a fun class to his schedule. It’s an Art History class, specifically one that focuses on ancient Egyptian art and mythology. As someone who appreciates art and dabbles in it, Jungkook enjoys the class, even though he’s one of the few third-year students out of a lecture hall of primarily first-years. Stuff like that has never bothered him; Jungkook just likes to learn. He doesn’t care if people think he’s weird for being older or for choosing a course that has nothing to do with his major studies.

As is the case with all his classes, Jungkook likes to sit at the front of the lecture hall. It’s a little life hack since he’s self-aware enough to know that paying attention can be difficult. The closer he is to the professor and the learning materials, the easier it is to focus. If he sits in the back, there will be too many other things to distract him.

Unfortunately, today, Jungkook is late.

His previous computer science class ends late, and Jungkook has to sprint across campus to get to the Humanities building. With the weather still clinging to the summer heat, Jungkook gives himself a moment to stand outside the classroom doors to catch his breath and hopefully let his sweat dry. The only thing more embarrassing than showing up to class late is showing up sweaty and panting.

Flapping his t-shirt to get some circulation, Jungkook takes a deep breath, adjusts his backpack, and slips into the lecture hall as quietly as possible. He doesn’t bother being strategic about where he sits; there’s no way he’s going to draw further attention to himself by walking to the front of the room.

He drops into the first empty seat at the end of the last row. It’s far from ideal, but only a few students turn their heads to look at him, so Jungkook takes it as a small victory.

Taking out a notebook and pen, Jungkook tries to figure out where the class is at in the lecture. He didn’t miss much, but it’s hard for him to catch up when the adrenaline of needing to sprint to class is still flowing through his veins.

What makes it worse is that only a few minutes after he calms down, the door to the lecture hall opens again. Another late student with few seating options, it’s no surprise that they take the seat next to Jungkook.

What is surprising is that the person is a certain fluffy-haired barista.

More heads turn this time, and a few whispers create a quiet buzz throughout the room. The professor continues the lesson on hieroglyphics – the part of the course that Jungkook is the most excited to learn about – but Jungkook hardly notices. All he can do is stare at Taehyung.

He wants to say something, but they’re in the middle of class, and Jungkook has no idea what he would say.

Hello? Why are you in a class for prey students? Why are you here when school started three weeks ago? Why is your profile so pretty? Did God personally sculpt the slope of your nose and the pout of your bottom lip? Are there little beauty marks scattered all over your body or just on your face?

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tries to force out the delusion in his brain and focus on the ancient symbols the professor shows on the screen. He’s being weird; he doesn’t even know Taehyung. He’s fawning over the first predator he’s ever spoken to, and it’s weird.

Jungkook needs to be normal about this.

Except, he can’t.

He’s just so intrigued by Taehyung. Yoongi’s scolding replays in the back of Jungkook’s mind, but he can’t see what the big deal is. Taehyung is just like all the prey hybrids in the room. He takes notes in a leather-bound notebook as though he’s always been in this class. When he isn’t writing, he brings his pencil to his mouth and gently bites on the eraser with his front teeth. It should be gross, but Jungkook finds it endearing. Here is this big, intimidating predator nibbling on the end of his pencil and practicing writing his name in hieroglyphs.

If Taehyung notices Jungkook staring at him, he doesn’t show it. His eyes never stray from the front of the room unless he’s looking down to take notes. He sits slightly slumped in his seat, with his thighs spread as far as they can. He’s too big for the furniture and is clearly uncomfortable, Jungkook realizes. Prey are typically much smaller. Even Jungkook, who works out religiously, is smaller than Taehyung. Something about it makes Jungkook’s stomach feel weird.

“Jungkook?”

Blinking away the blur of his vision, Jungkook looks up at the mouse hybrid with the fox boyfriend, Suyun. She gives Jungkook a puzzled look, ears wiggling and nose scrunched the way Jungkook’s nose often does. Suyun is the only other third-year student in the class, so Jungkook usually sits with her… when he’s on time.

“Yeah?”

“Class is over… I thought maybe I could go over my notes from the first part of the lecture with you since you missed it.”

“Oh, um, yes, please!” Jungkook shoves his stuff into his backpack and stands up, twisting around to see that Taehyung is already gone. How had Jungkook blanked for half the lecture?

“Want to go to the library?”

Suyun leads the way out of the lecture hall. As they pass through the doors, Jungkook realizes that Taehyung is speaking with the professor at the front of the room. For a moment, Taehyung’s gaze meets Jungkook’s, but Suyun quickly ushers Jungkook into the hall.

“Do you know that student? The tiger hybrid?” Jungkook asks as they leave the Humanities building and walk to the library.

Suyun shakes her head. “Do you think I know all the predators just because I’m dating Jackson?”

It’s a teasing question, but Jungkook ducks his head in shame. He shouldn’t have made the assumption.

“Sorry, that was silly.”

“It’s okay. I actually assumed the two of you were friends or something,” Suyun says with a shrug. She carries her things in a tote bag that is half her size. It swings dangerously when she rounds a corner.

“Really?”

“Yeah, he kept looking at you like he knew you,” Suyun explains, though Jungkook doesn’t understand what she means. “Wanna get a study room so we won’t have to deal with all the noisy predators?”

Jungkook nods and follows along with Suyun’s plans, too busy mulling over her words to help them plan their study session. He supposes he won’t have time to go to the cafe before his shift, but maybe that’s for the best. It might be weird to see Taehyung three times in less than twenty-four hours, even though the second time wasn’t Jungkook’s fault.

“Are predators even allowed to take prey classes?” Jungkook asks as Suyun leads him up the library stairs.

She takes a moment to think, letting out a soft hum. The study rooms are on the second floor, away from the chaos of the library’s main level, where the predators tend to hang out. They pick one of the smaller rooms since it’s just the two of them, equipped with a single table and a few chairs, plus a whiteboard mounted on the wall.

“They can, but I'm pretty sure it’s only for special circumstances. Like, if they really need the class and it’s only offered at a certain time or they’re trying to graduate early. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it happen, though.”

Jungkook sits down beside Suyun at the table and waits patiently for her to get out her notebook. He wonders what’s so important about Art History that Taehyung must take it with a bunch of prey.

“Do you think it’s awkward? Being the only predator in a class?” Jungkook wonders aloud. The question makes Suyun laugh.

“Nah, they’re all so self-assured. That guy’s probably loving the attention he’s getting from it. Everyone was talking about him after class.”

Something akin to jealousy flares in Jungkook’s chest, but he does his best to stamp it down. What does he have to feel jealous about?

“Yeah, probably,” Jungkook agrees half-heartedly.

Suyun gives him a strange look but doesn’t push the conversation further, which Jungkook is grateful for. He’s not sure what he’s feeling anymore, but he knows his Tuesdays and Thursdays will be much more interesting now.

#rkiveslibrary #nice things #venor

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gimmethatagustd · 2 days ago

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🥹🥹 and i appreciate and adore how much you love them