#BANGTAN BOYS

[astro-doll-the-star]

DAMNNNNN

↳ Index [Day 20 - Gunplay]

Pairing: Gangster!Jungkook x f.Reader

Kinks: Dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, arranged marriage, gunplay, oral to a gun, big cock, praise, body worship, nippleplay, strength kink, size kink, tattoos & piercings, thigh riding, spanking, dirty talk, sexy possessiveness, multiple orgasms (f. & m.receiving), creampies, squirting, overstimulation, rough & passionate sex in front a window, she rides him, the trope of “this is the first night where the sex feels real and not like a marital duty”

Wordcount: 10.4k

a/n: i feel…feelings. too many of them. most of carnal nature. some of deeply emotional nature. this story did too many things to me, holy fuck i need air. besties, Kinktober hits different because we can be totally unhinged together and i am loving the adventure ❤

You fucked up. You are aware that you did. Five men are dead, slaughtered because you trusted the wrong person. Seven barely escaped death and the rest were either hurt or pissed. 

Taehyung’s with you, cleaning the cut on your cheek a broken bottle left. You think someone threw it at you, but you blacked out before you could see who did it. 

“Hurts”, you groan. 

“I know, sorry. It must be done”, Taehyung answers you, replacing the blood soaked cotton swap with a new one. Soaked in disinfectant, he presses it against your wound, eliciting another hiss of discomfort from you.

“So what are we gonna tell him?” Jimin asks the question the rest of the group was too afraid to ask. 

“The truth, what else?” Namjoon says dryly, fingers busy with stopping the bleeding on his arm by pressing a cloth to it.

“Yeah and risk her getting shot? Nah thanks”, Seokjin says, shaking his head. 

“People died”, Namjoon hisses, eyes lowered in anger, “Yoongi’s still out and guess shit about how Hoseok’s surgery is going.” 

“She didn’t shoot them did she?”

“She could have very well pulled the fucking trigger.”

You avoid looking at Namjoon, knowing very well that he would probably kill you with just a look if he could. You understand him. You’re angry at yourself as well. You weren’t careful enough and let the details of the meeting meet the wrong people, ending in the cops busting you in the middle of the deal. 

“Where is she?!” Jungkook’s loud voice cuts through the air like thunder.

Continuar a ler

[loraa22]

Dear fans,

I’m a first-year master's student in psychology. I’m conducting research on the relationship between fans and the celebrities they admire, and I need your help to make this project a success!

As passionate fans, your insights are incredibly valuable, and I would be truly grateful if you could take a few minutes to participate in a short survey. Your responses will help shed light on this unique connection, and your contribution would mean the world to me.

Feel free to share this post in your closed fan groups and with other fans who might also want to take part. Every voice matters, and your help in spreading the word would be deeply appreciated!

Thank you so much for your time and support—wishing you an amazing day!

Kind regards,

Lora

[fyeahbangtaned]

Welcome home, Jung Hoseok 💜 2/7

[msbangtan]

“When you photograph people in colour, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in B&W, you photograph their souls.” ~ Ted Grant

[prbywoo]

Reminding you again lol

thanks for this jade, this is kinda legendary

[itssunshinetoday]

~ the boyfriend pictures series

boyfriend pictures

[paranoiddreams]

Hi, I don’t know if you’re accepting requests, but you could write something about JK where his girlfriend is accompanying them on tour and he keeps sneaking away without the managers and boys coming to sleep with her or take her to his bunk bed on the tour bus or to his hotel room... smuttt pls

OH MAMI✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

✧ idol!Jungkook x gn!reader

✧ WC!! - 1.42k

✧ Warnings!! - unprotected sex, jk is kinda mean!!!, he hitting it from the back😜, voyeurism(?), they almost get caught, or do they…, explicit language, idky but there’s smth going on with Yoongi, degradation, use of ‘slut’ once,

✧ A/n!! - I really hope you enjoy this, I hope it’s what you wanted! I love this request, and had so much fun writing it😻 The title is the song I thought fit this vibe ig, so if you want to check it out it’s by Chase Atlantic. Hope you all enjoy!! <3

“J-Jungkook, they’re right outside!”

Your sweet, caring, often naive, boyfriend Jungkook currently has you bent over the small, flimsy table in the tour bus he and the rest of the band are traveling the world in. 

When he invited you to come with him on tour, you immediately said yes, because all of the times he was gone in the past felt like whole life times; It’s no secret you and Jungkook are inseparable. So, this year being a more laid back one, management decided it was okay for you to come this time. Although that decision in hindsight might not have been the best one to make. 

Jimin and Taehyung can’t count the amount of times he thought he was talking to Jungkook walking behind him, only to turn around and see him glued to his phone, texting you about where to meet in the next few minutes. Namjoon swears he’s going to damage his voice from how much he’s been scolding the youngest for disappearing suddenly and coming back 20 minutes later with flushed cheeks and ruffled hair. Most of all, the whole band, including the staff, are annoyed by the obvious trips you and Jungkook take to the nearest utility closet at any hotel room before every concert. 

But they’re not the only one’s slightly annoyed. You’ve told your insatiable boyfriend many times that he needs to control himself, but of course, he’s as stubborn as a dog. But then again, even if you’re vehemently opposed to his ‘adventurous’ rendezvous, you still always end up in this position. 

Currently, you’re bent over the flimsy table of the tour bus, and Jungkook ramming his cock into you from behind while everyone is out stretching their legs; something you can’t help but be hyperaware of. 

“J-Jungkook, they’re right outside!”

Your sweet, caring, often naive, boyfriend Jungkook is no where to be seen. When you look over your shoulder, you see his face contorted in blinding euphoria, his brows furrowed as he lets out low grunts of pleasure. He seems to not notice everyone right outside of the curtain-covered window he’s fucking you in front of, and if he does, he doesn’t pay any mind at all. You can barely hear a few voices underneath the sound of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, making every little sound you or Jungkook let out seem 10x louder.

“W-We need to be quiet!” You stammer out in a hushed tone. 

Although your mind is only occupied with trying not to get caught, your body is completely under the control of Jungkook’s rough thrusts. You’re clenching around him, dripping down your thighs  and his cock to the carpeted floor of the tour bus while his fingers dig into the pliant skin of your hips. 

“Yeah?” He growls condescendingly. “Better be quiet then, huh?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your heart hammering in your ears as his growled words send shivers down your spine. You slam your palms down onto the table you’re bent over, your fingers turning white as you hold on for dear life from the pleasure ripping through your body. 

“J-Jungkook! Please, you’re g-going too fast!” You manage to cry out through breathless pants. But your boyfriend only laughs in return, his warm breath hitting your shoulder. 

He lifts his hands from your hips, his pelvis pressing against your ass as he slides himself all the way into you, staying there as he reaches around to grab both of your wrists. He holds them behind your back with one hand, using the other to cover your mouth. His chin rests on your shoulder as he turns his head to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. 

“I told you to be quiet,” he says in a low chiding tone, “do you want the others to walk in on us? To know how much of a fucking slut you are when they leave?”

A guttural, almost animalistic mewl leaves your lips, muffled by his palm, as he speaks into your ear. You feel him continue his brutal pace, slow but hard as he rams into your sore entrance. The thought of his words, to your surprise, send a rush of arousing embarrassment through your body, your thighs clenching together as you’re barely able to hold yourself up anymore. 

Noticing this, Jungkook pulls out of you suddenly with a low hiss, uncovering your mouth and releasing your hands to grab your waist and flip you around. You barely even have time to gasp out his name before he’s lifting you up onto the table, pushing your thighs apart roughly. 

“N-No! Don’t—!“ you start to protest, but cut yourself off with a strangled moan when he slams his leaking cock back inside of you, his hands hooked under your thighs to push them apart further. 

“Look at you, making such a mess,” he whispers, looking into your eyes with an almost unrecognizable lust. Your eyes flicker down, catching a glimpse of his glistening cock pushing in and out of you, your combined fluid dripping onto the table beneath you. Your face flushes with heat, and you feel your second—maybe third?—orgasm starting to wash over you. 

“Oh, fuck yes, baby,” he pants out, his dominant tone turning more desperate as he chases his own oncoming high, “god, you’re so tight when you cum around my cock…”

Your thighs shake as he holds them open, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and untimed as you pulsate and gush around him. As your euphoric high clouds your mind, and your judgment, you wrap your legs around his waist, holding him deep inside of you. Then you feel his warm cum spill into you. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he whines when he looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. His hips rock softly into you a few more times as you suck him in and milk him completely. When he’s done, he goes slightly limp as he catches his breath, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. 

“You let me cum inside…” he whispers after a few moments, still a little delirious from his climax. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, realizing what you did as the fog of lust clears in your mind, “I did…but only so we won’t have too much to clean up.”

Jungkook laughs adorably, as if he weren’t covered in your cum, his softening dick still buried deep inside of you. “Oh really? You made quite the mess too—“

Both you and Jungkook stop suddenly when the door to the tour bus jiggles, your eyes going wide. 

In a moment of panic, Jungkook pulls himself out of you, tugging his jeans back on from around his ankles as you hop down to the ground to find your shorts. By the time you do find them under the table, the door opens, and Yoongi walks in. 

“Yah—where’s y/n/n?” He asks in his usual grumpy tone, holding a bag of snacks from the gas station in his hands. 

Jungkook flinches, determined to keep his eyes on Yoongi’s and not under the table where you’re trying to shimmy on your shorts as quietly as possible. 

“Oh! Uh, she’s—uhm, she’s in the bathroom,” he stammers out, practically jumping to stand in front of the table, leaning against it to hide the obvious mess while he keeps his eyes on Yoongi. 

After buttoning your shorts you freeze under the table, looking between Jungkook’s legs at Yoongi in front of him, the tour bus deadly silent. 

“Okay,” he finally says after a few moments, “well when she comes back tell her I got those chips she likes.”

Jungkook nods with a painfully forced smile, holding a thumbs up for emphasis as he watches Yoongi walk towards the back of the tour bus. “Yup! I will!” He says, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Once Yoongi is out of sight, Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief and squats down to look at you under the table. 

“Are you okay?!” He asks with those big doe eyes you can never seem to stay mad at. 

“Yeah, but now these shorts are ruined,” you grumble as you crawl out from under the table, cringing at the feeling of your and Jungkook’s combined cum sticking to your thighs. 

Once you stand, Jungkook lets out an incredulous giggle, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you against his chest. You stand there for a moment, basking in his warmth, until you both jump at the sound of Yoongi calling out from the back of the bus:

“Make sure to clean up the mess you both left!”

Seems like you’ll both need to work on your sneaking-around skills more.

Thank you to the lovely @kloserpeenguintiljk for requesting! I hope you enjoyed <3

[d-iorpjm]

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓!⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝗁𝗈𝗐⠀ 𝗒𝗈𝗎⠀ 𝗀𝖾𝗍 ⠀𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾?

⠀⠀⠀⠀✿͏,⠀⠀ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ' 𝗋𝖾 ⠀⠀𝗆𝗒⠀⠀ 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶

⠀⠀⠀⠀@ 𝗋𝗉𝗐𝗉𝗋𝗉𝗐𝗉⠀ ⠀ :⠀⠀ ⠀𝓲,⠀⠀ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽⠀⠀ ⠀

right place, wrong person.

𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗂 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌; 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇 ' 𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼.

⠀⠀⠀ 𝗇𝗎𝗍𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄𝗒 & 𝗋𝗉𝗐𝗉

⠀⠀⠀ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 ✿͏ 빌어먹을 천재

사십칠. ⠀let's put an end to this masquerade ball, i see love all over the city; i can barely sleep, your ghost is in my closet.

𝐎𝐔𝐓 ᵒᶠ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄⠀ 𓈈⠀ 🍙 ♡ ⠀ i ' m a burn down all the love and the hate, the right, the wrongs.

[yoonieper]

For the Birds Masterlist | JJK

I want you to stay even though you don’t want me.

As the son of the CEO at Golden Tech, a marriage was arranged in the name of business. Jungkook really tried to make the most of his situation and be the best husband he could be, but no matter how much he tried, his wife just doesn’t seem to want him. Then you… you came into his life and his eyes couldn’t help but wander.

♡ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

♡ Genre: angst, fluff, smut, this is a slow burn! 

♡ Spotify |◁ Playlist (feel free to recommend songs!) ▷| Apple Music

♡ Series Warnings: Lots of smut (not always healthy), cheating, discussions of depression, this series includes Jk in a pretty toxic environment, degradation (not the sexy kind), manipulation, and overall Jk being in an emotionally abusive situation! Please read with caution ⚠️!

♡ Key: ❁ fluff | ❅ angst | ❥ smut

⚠️ This series contains depictions of possibly triggering topics such as dealing with symptoms of depression. Any chapters that could be especially triggering, will be marked with the emoji at the beginning!

Before you start…

For the Birds Aesthetics

The Contract (Important!)

Prologue | ❅, ❥

Part 1 | ❅, ❥

Part 2 | ❅

Part 3 | ❅, ❥

Part 4 | ❅, ❥

Part 5 | ❅, ❥

Part 6– Coming September 15th

Part 7– Coming September 30th

Part 8– Coming October 15th

Part 9– Coming October 30th

Part 10– Coming November 15th

Part 11– Coming November 30th

Part 12– Coming January 15th

Part 13– Coming January 30th

More Coming Soon After a Small Intermission!

*Note these dates may be subject to change— currently the prologue through part 13 has been completed. However depending on holidays, other fic postings, or life events that might come in the way, the dates may vary slightly. In general though 'For the Birds' will be posted bimonthly, once in the middle of the month and a second time at the end of the month. For specifics, I will post announcements letting you guys know about any change and also will edit the date on the masterlist!

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[bangtan-wallpaper]

2024 boyfriend jungkook wallpapers

(does anyone still use this app?? I haven’t been active in years lol but will come back if ya’ll still have interest!)

[matchaelette]

gif by @yoongi-bts

when jungkook is a vessel of love, and love is as beautiful as the poets said it was

summary: idol!jk and oc!ash, established relationship, the first time 'I love you' was spoken out aloud. the more earlier stages of their relationship. yearning, tenderness, fluff, it's all sickeningly full of love.

genre: fluff

warnings: none.

word count: 3.4k

notes: life updates. one: i'm back. obviously. two: jung hoseok is back and ksj 1 is coming (!!!) three: I am officially a uni student and majoring in civil engineering. classes start from the first week of december. four: I have decided to officially name this drabble series *drumrolls* the hopeless romantic series. so, without further ado, welcome back, our hopeless romantic couple!

you’re in love with jungkook.

no, you’re not allowed to say that.

fuck what you’re allowed and not allowed.

you’re desperately, helplessly, hopelessly in love with jeon jungkook. your gorgeous, gorgeous boy.

yours.

then why are you not allowed to be in love with him?

because you’ve been dating him for three months. three months.

only three months, since you decided to stop pining after him, decided it was enough, after god knows how long. three months since that decision led you to be extremely nonchalant around him, calm and collected to a point where it almost looked fake (you’re a terrible actor), and the next thing you knew, you were heavily making out with him in the chilly air of a fall night. calm and collected, indeed. three months since you learned that jungkook was pining for you in the same manner, if not more, and three freaking months since both of you decided to date, being head over heels for one other ever since.

it's too soon to say ‘I love you’. even if you know deep down that you were in love with him even before dating him– but there’s no way you’re treading that water. the realization of being in love with him right now is enough to freak you out. no, it’s definitely too soon to declare ‘I love you’.

because you don’t know whether jungkook feels the same way. although it’s not like you need or expect him to feel the same way you do. just because you’re in love with him doesn’t mean he has to be. you can happily wait until he’s ready and feels the same way.

you’re just scared that he doesn’t want to feel that way. that you’ll scare him away.

look at him. does he look like he feels the same as you?

jeon jungkook looks like a slow-motion daydream, standing in front of you. tight-fitting jeans, snug around the well-defined muscles of his thighs, and a black checkered shirt, sleeves rolled up, displaying the protruding veins of his arm. his curly hair covers the vein in his forehead, almost reaching down to his lips which were pouting in distress.

yeah, you don’t care how he feels. you’re in love with him.

but you are a graveyard of all the people you ever loved.

you can’t have jungkook join those ghosts of the past.

“this thing–”, the boy of your dream grumbles out loud in real life, breaking your thought train, “–hates me!”

oh, that.

“three hours now. we’ve been trying to fix it for three hours.”, you shake your head, frustrated. you’ve been out all day today and the last thing you wanted to do when you got back home was your laundry. but the lack of fresh clothes compelled you to do it anyway. and everything would’ve been fine had you not entered your laundry room to discover the whole floor flooded with water. panicked and disoriented, your first instinct was to call jungkook, despite it being past midnight. when your boyfriend heard what had happened, he immediately demanded you step aside and that he was already on his way over to your house.

now, it’s four in the morning and you’re both dripping wet, absolutely drained, standing in a puddle of water and soap. all you could do is to stare dejectedly at the washing machine. it was a losing battle.

“oh my god!”, jungkook cries out in indignation, “a minute ago it was sprinkling water in my face, now it’s sprinkling soapy water!”

“jungkook, move away”, you hurriedly pull your boyfriend away from your washing machine. he rebels under your grip, the patience he displayed half an hour ago was now transformed into rage.

how can someone be so cute when they’re mad?

“let me go, ash”, he points a threatening finger at the washing machine, “you wanted a fight, buddy? I’ll give you!”

“jungkook!”, you laugh and wrap your arms around his waist, “it already won! look at us!”

jungkook stares down at your attached bodies, soaked from top to bottom, while the washing machine looks like it is having a field trip.

“okay, I give up”, he sighs and rests his chin on the top of your head, “unless–”

“no unless.”

“hear me out first”, he smooches your hair, “you smell amazing by the way. anyways, unless– wait, what was I going to say? I was supposed to say something amazing.”

“I’m sure it was amazing, babe”, you chuckle with fondness, “but that thing is a lost cause. I’ll call maintenance in the morning. let’s take a shower and go to sleep, okay?”

“mhm. yeah”, he replies in affirmation but only tightens his arms around you.

“I’m sorry for calling you so late. I should’ve just– I don’t know. I mean, it was just a minor inconvenience. not a big deal. I don’t know why I freaked out–”

“princess, ssh”, jungkook coos, “you have a problem, you call me. doesn’t matter how small or big it is.”

“kook, I literally called you at one in the morning.”

“and I am very glad that I am the first person that crossed your mind. even though I couldn’t help you. I swear to god, this washing machine has a personal grudge against us.”

“thank you anyways”, you mumble against his chest.

“hey, this is what boyfriends are for.”

how is it possible not to love him?

you wake up to the humming of a honey-caramel voice in the distance.

you yawn and grab the crisply folded silk robe from the foot of your bed. the clothes haphazardly tossed on the ground last night were nowhere in sight, and neither was the person who did so. yet you could hear his hums, feel his warmth.

you smile.

the clock on the wall reflects a bright 11:10, and it’s safe to say that you’ve just woken up. after staying up with your rogue washing machine till four in the morning, you can’t really blame yourself. you feel very well-rested though, for the first time in a while.

jeon jungkook’s presence has that kind of power.

you make an effort to stay silent in your own house. your bare feet tiptoe against the icy floors, carrying you to the sweet melody you’re fairly certain is your boyfriend in the kitchen. and undoubtedly it is. jeon jungkook has his back turned towards you– white tee clinging to his physique, his hair damp and disheveled, singing softly to himself while doing the dishes.

you hold your breath and hug him from the back, resting your cheek against his spine.

jungkook, momentarily confused, laughs when he realizes it’s you.

“good morning princess.”

“good morning jungkook”, you inhale him in. he smells like peaches and baby soap. and fresh laundry. “you smell heavenly.”

“I just came out of the shower–”

 “–hey!”, you cut him short when he gently peels you off him, unexpectedly devoid of warmth, but jungkook hugs you back in an instant; your ear against his ribcage, his chin on the top of yours.

“mmm, that’s better”, you mumble, “did you do the laundry? you smell like detergent.”

 you can almost reach out and touch the outlines of his smile. “you couldn’t do it last night so I thought I’d take some work off your shoulders. I folded your clothes as well!”

“aww, you didn’t have to do– wait, the washing machine is fixed?”

“yeah, I called the repairmen in the morning and they said they were coming over. I was pretty surprised at how quickly they arrived.”

“what happened?”

“one of the pipes got leaked somehow. I think I also did some damage when I tried to fix it. but don’t worry, it’s as good as new.”

“not worrying”, you let go of jungkook and let muscle memory guide you to the coffee machine, “why did you wake up so early?”

 “it’s one p.m. in the afternoon. what’re you talking about?”, jungkook laughs.

“it’s one p.m.?!”, you choke on your coffee, “the clock– but it was eleven–”

“it’s out of battery. I got new ones though”, jungkook points at the bags sitting on your counter.

“you went grocery shopping? you spent an entire lifetime while I slept!”, jungkook chuckles at your awe, “tell me from the beginning. what did you do?”

“well, I called the repairmen as soon as I woke up and then I went to take a shower. they were here by the time I was done. I made us breakfast while they fixed your machine, went grocery shopping afterward, came back and did laundry, here I am now”, jungkook kisses your forehead, “all while someone slept like a baby.”

“oh my god. thank you so much.”

I love you.

“you’re welcome, babe”, he smiles, “I gotta leave now. but listen, I got you ice cream, popcorn and those salty chips you seem to love so much. call me if you need anything else.”

“huh? why though?”, you peer in confusion. you’re usually not very big on snacking. and jungkook knows that. unless it’s your–

“your period is supposed to start tomorrow, genius”, he rolls his eyes, “you don’t remember, do you?”

you clearly didn’t.

apparently, he did.

you tiptoe forward to hug jungkook, too stunned to form any coherent word. you hope jungkook doesn’t notice the tears filling your eyes but when he lifts your face to gently kiss your eyelids, you realize that he knew you were gonna cry.

yeah, I definitely love you.

“hello, jungkookie’s girlfriend!”

kim taehyungs’s visibly enthusiastic face beams at you through the screen of your phone. your initial reaction is to wave brightly at him, despite the slight confusion of whether you accidentally called him when you picked up the phone to facetime your boyfriend.

“hi, tae!”, you say heartily, “gosh, it’s been a while since I saw you.”

“and whose fault is that, huh?”, taehyung’s voice is a warm breeze on a spring evening, “jungkookie tells me you’ve been like… hella busy”

“I was. I mean, I am. it feels like I am always busy these days”, you sigh, “but never busy enough for you guys! how are you?”

“good. busy as well, but good.”

“kook told me last night. you guys work way too hard.”

“wait”, taehyung exploded into laughter, “jungkookie was at your place last night?”

“...yeah?”

“our manager was looking for him and jungkookie was going on and on about how he was in his room all night and manager hyung didn’t knock loudly enough!”

“oh my god, he wasn’t supposed to be at mine yesterday?”

“no, I mean, he was done working but he didn’t tell anyone before leaving the dorm!”

“that might be my fault”, guilt fills your eyes, “I was doing laundry last night and my washing machine started leaking water everywhere. I panicked and called kook. I’m sorry”

“hey, it’s okay, no harm was done”, taehyung looks amused, “so you were doing laundry at midnight? no wonder jungkookie is obsessed with you.”

“obsessed with me, huh?”, you smile playfully, concealing the tiny somersault your heart does.

“he literally never stops talking about you”, taehyung grins widely, “bro is whipped”

“hmm, I did call bro’s phone, right? or did I accidentally call you?”

“how do accidentally call taehyung instead of jungkook? one starts with t and one starts with j”, taehyung suddenly looks disgusted, “unless you saved him as something weird, in that case, I don’t wanna know–”

“kim taehyung.”

“or you can just tell me that you missed me, you know”, taehyung flips his phone camera and you spot a dancing jeon jungkook in the middle of a huge practice room, “but since the only person you care about is jungkookie–”

“kim taehyung–”

“–you called him, okay?”, you hear taehyung’s laughter, “I was playing games on his phone. he’s practicing extra today.

“practicing extra?”

“he said you guys made plans to hang out tomorrow.”

“we– we did”, you’re puzzled. jungkook continues to dance furiously, his quick and precise movements almost defying gravity, completely unaware of his surroundings, “wait, we planned to meet tomorrow because both of us had a clear schedule. why is he practicing extra today?”

“hobi hyung was asking him the same thing”, taehyung nods his head in mock disappointment, “we don’t really have a free schedule tomorrow. but he said that if you couldn’t meet tomorrow it’d be a while before you did. right?”

“y-yeah”, you blink.

“soooo, yeah. as I said, bro’s so whipped.”

oh god. be still my wild heart.

“this boy”, you finally exhale after a pause; feeling bad that he’s overworking himself to meet your needs, feeling grateful that it’s worth it to him.

“this boy, indeed. no, actually, we’re kinda proud of how amazingly we raised him.”

“you really, really did. ya’ll should give out parenting lessons.”

taehyung chuckles, “okay, I’ll give the phone to him.”

“tae, don’t”, you smile, quickly stopping him from calling jungkook, “just tell him to call me whenever he’s free, okay? I’ll be up.”

“okay, then. take rest, okay? don’t overwork yourself.”

“look who’s preaching”, you shoot him a stern look, “the kings of overworking themselves. take care, okay?”

taehyung laughs, “yeah. come over to the dorm whenever you’re free. we all miss you.”

“I will. bye!”

“kook– stop it–”, you say in between a few puffs of breath, “you’re– god– tickling me!”

“am I?”, jungkook wiggles his eyebrows, and smothers his face on the exposed skin of your tummy once again, causing you to almost choke with another round of laughter. the sensation of his lips against your tummy has the butterflies inside going frenzy, but a part of you is scared shitless that it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with yourself.

you want to laugh; you want to cry. you wanna twirl into a knot and fly up in the sky. jungkook has no idea of the power he has over you– his body molds into yours, one his hands have shaped, a design he has drawn, kissed it into a sculpture.

you love him, you love this human being staring at you from between your legs with all the love in this whole fucking universe, kind and whole and happy and real, jeon jungkook, you love him so fucking say it.

I love you. I love you so much that I can’t deny it any longer, the promise stays silent on your tongue.

you wanna cry.

at least, you think you do.

“your heartbeat is going crazy”, jungkook calms down once he’s done tickling you out of your wits. he moves between your thighs and presses his ear against your heart space while gently laying his head on your chest.

yeah, do you know that is because I love you and not because you tickled the living lights outta me?

“princess?”, he asks quietly.

say it.

“princess?”, jungkook raises his head and looks at you, mildly concerned “are you okay?”

say something.

instead, you stare at him. you stare at his eyes. if eyes are actually a mirror of people’s souls, jungkook’s eyes perfectly represent his– filled to the brim with tenderness, tranquility, and mirth. a few years ago, you had read somewhere that humans were created from the burned-out embers of stars. you never believed it. the same folks who start wars, spill blood, stealing lying deceiving and doing everything evil, cannot be created from something so divine.

however, jungkook, over and over again, contradicts that belief. you have no doubt he’s born out of stardust. and fiery comets, northern lights, solar eclipses, everything magic.

“why are you crying?!”, jungkook’s anxious voice snaps you out of your reverie. without realizing you find yourself getting pulled up to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs. “is it me? did I do something?”

“itsh nn-not”, you utter weakly but the words come out as a stifled sob. when jungkook doesn’t understand what you’re saying, he completely loses his composure. he lets go of you and attempts to pry himself away, fairly convinced that he must’ve done something stupid. but you dig your fingers in his arms, trying to communicate with your firm grip that he did nothing wrong. it’s you, you’re the stupid one.

it takes him a few more seconds to realize that you’re crying for something else altogether, and only then does he relax. he wraps his arms around you, letting you break down in his little protective bubble.

what is wrong with me? why does every feeling of mine come out as tears?

“it’s okay, it’s okay”, jungkook coos, “breathe. breathe with me.”

“inhale with me”, he holds eye contact and carefully guides your breath, “good. now exhale. in. and out. it’s okay. I love you. you’re okay, princess.”

and

everything

just

freezes

for a moment.

for a moment?

seems like a lifetime.

you never realize how many types of ‘I love you’s there are until they’re spoken out aloud. most ‘I love you’s are expressed as a confession, while there are some which are born out of panic. I love you. do you love me back? these ‘I love you’s are full of anxiety, and a desperate longing for reassurance, for arms that’ll keep them safe. some are born out of anger and frustration. I’m doing this for you, because I love you, why don’t you understand? then there are those which are born out of pure terror because I love you but I’m afraid that all I’ll ever do is hurt you.

jungkook’s ‘I love you’ sounded like it was nurtured, a flower that bloomed inside a long time ago. like a blanket woven from your favorite human on the entire planet and falling asleep with someone inside your heart no matter how alone you feel outside; a promise.

not that any of you were in the right state of mind to realize that.

you and jungkook realize at the same time. the words that have been spoken out to existence.

he stares at you; you stare at him. devastated, mouth hanging, eyes bulging. none of you breathing.

jungkook closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and opens them again.

“that was not a mistake”, his voice is deep and low. you hold your breath, afraid to miss a single sound that comes out of his mouth, “I do. I will if you allow me to. not that I can help it– I mean, even if you don’t allow it I can’t help myself. I love you. it’s not like I can just un-love you! wait, why do I need your permission anyway? it’s my feelings we’re talking about! okay, but it does concern you”, jungkook looks mortified, “but still, you don’t have to say it back. it’s great if you do but like, there’s no pressure. just don’t tell me to un-love you because that one is none of your business, oka–”

you kiss him. you kiss the living lights out of him. jungkook doesn’t even register what’s happening, he just accepts everything– the way your lips smashes against his, the way your tongue envelops his, finding you in every corner of his mouth, feeling you in every inch of his skin; a drunkard clinging onto every last drop of alcohol yet never having enough.

jungkook is literally panting when you let go of him.

 “I was crying because I am in love with you. I have been in love with you for a while now and I didn’t know how to say so”, you confess. only a few words are enough to make realization flash in his eyes. after all, he knows you. he knows you well enough to know everything, even the things he doesn’t.

“I must’ve been a saint in my past life to deserve this”, jungkook closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours.

“I think this is your first life. you’re like the sugar in a cookie.”

“what? I thought I was the cookie!”, jungkook furrows his eyebrows, offended, “also, sugar isn’t good for you. what are you talking about?!”

you giggle in response.

“hey! take it back”, he overpowers you in a swift motion. he reels your bodies backward to hover over you, pinning your hands down on the mattress, smirking. “otherwise you’re gonna regret it.”

“regret? nah, I think I will enjoy it”, your smirk wipes off the one on his face.

“oh boy”, he sighs.

“jungkook?”

“yeah?”

“say it again”, you whisper.

“I love you.”

“again.”

“I love you.”

[veurence]

ㅤ

𝖩𝖨𝖬𝖨𝖭 ﹫𝖻𝗍𝗌 ＿＿ 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌.

[hopegdbbggloss]

i am so not normal about him

he was such a businessman here, sometimes i forget that they are big figures in their company now and the ones who have employes 205 days before yoongi is back

[tokehashi]

love wins all 💔

[fyeahbangtaned]

Some things never change 💜🥹

[urmingirl]

SUGA x Valentino ♡ Marie Claire