#Jeon Jungkook is a Ray of Sunshine

[chimmyxkookies]

🔷𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓, 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒆🔷 🔸𝟭𝟱𝗸 🔸𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 🔸https://archiveofourown.org/works/41789331 ~ #Jikookau / #kookminau ~ Human JK ~ Cute/Sassy Pixie JM ~ Fluff ~ Harmless pranks 🔹𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅: jkkcottagecore

🔹Written for jkkcottagecore

[redcherrykook]

── .˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ TENSION DEGREE 00

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College roomate!Jungkook x college roomate!reader- fwb 2 Lovers

You find yourself having to share your room with a very sexually active medical science major who so happens to fancy you. Good thing he´s as charming and spontaneous as you, leading to many crazy parties and places you probably should not be hooking up at. When Jungkook started ignoring all his booty calls after accidentally calling someone by your name, unable to fuck away the thought of you, he knew he was cooked. Would he really leave his playboy antics for that sweet company of yours?

series-prologue/teaser

content: mild slow burn- fwb2l, roomates, mutual pining, player jungkook that falls devoted to reader, cocky!JK, Confident!reader, psychology major reader, banter, parties, lots of smut (duh)

episode- warnings: none for this

Taglist: @khadeeeeej @ot7stansthings @whoa-jo @smoljjks @stvrlighytt @nono13bnd @jungshaking @junniesoleilkth @deepikhaprakash @rockstryoon @tatamicc @jjeonjjk7 @kookieandjoonberries @jcrl99 @httpjeonlicious @wnteraezz @aphrodyteeth @miniesjams32 @emojkoo @hoseokteardrop @katie-tibo @user-190811 @massivebearharmony

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"And you are?" Well, that came out quicker than expected. What else could you have possibly said when he just stands there, Unpacking as if it was natural for him to do so.

"Wow, what a nice start roomie" he scoffs, his tattooed hand making its way through a long strand of chocolate brown hair, "Jeon Jungkook. You must be Y/n?"

"Heard of me already?", you frown, his calmness and the mention of your name that rolls shamelessly off his tongue felt like you were the odd one out.

You don´t want to stare, however its certainly not easy to look away from his tall frame when there is so much to notice, like his heavily decorated arm that´s hiding behind his grey short-sleeve shirt. 

"Is this really not a mistake?", you ask in an attempt to conceal your staring.

A slight smile creeps up on Jungkooks face, his pierced eyebrows slightly furrowing together, "No, it isn´t, you´re not dreaming sweetheart"

Maybe you wouldn´t need to conceal your wandering eyes after all, he seems to find shamelessly staring okay, given that his eyes roam over your hips.

Taken aback by the cockiness of your new roommate, you figure the best way to move forward is to just settle in, finally being able to set down your bags on the small bed that´s on the other side of the room. The dorm is more like a small apartment, nonetheless both of you sleep in the same room, your beds being separated by the walking space between them. Still, too close for comfort.

"Right. Well then I guess i´ll have to do the talking" the sound of his honey voice makes you look up at his face, a few good meters away from you but with a glare so intense, you feel bare in front of his eyes.

"Are you always this nice?", without missing a beat, he smirks just as you roll your eyes. Walking closer to you, for a moment, his intimidating eyes become soft as he chuckles, clearly amused at your building frustration.

"No, don´t flatter yourself. It´s just your welcome bonus"

"What a ray of sunshine you are!" you exclaim smiling as you eye him with an equally amused look. He walks way away with an airy laugh, to what you assume to be the bathroom.

Allowing your eyes to dance on the sight of his broad back,

just for a second.

[koostarcandy]

remedy

summary: "i think, just think, if you stay here, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: jeon jungkook rotting my brain fluff

wc: 875 words (tiny baby)

a/n: lmao look who's back because she fell asleep on jungkook's live (like literally my phone was on my face) also for this story's sake, this took place in the dark of morning and not the dawn :] also, also, there's a spoiler for the pale horse by agatha christie in here :P happy 10 years everybody! here's to more ♡

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"how was the book, my love?"

you trip over the soft rug placed infront of the bathroom door, startled that your boyfriend's still awake at 3:33 a.m. you figured he would fall asleep after watching spiderverse reels and coming up with tons of theories about the final movie of the trilogy. jungkook lies on your side of the bed, fluffy mop of dark hair covering his tired eyes. you take your time with your skincare routine, describing the agatha christie you've been reading for the past 2 and a half hours, knowing it was gonna be a long night anyway.

"it was thallium poisoning, koo, not witchcraft. i never knew your hair could fall out in clumps because of that." you gently massage the serum into your face, looking around from the mirror to jungkook's gaze on you, slight smile playing on his pierced lips.

"did you put this before heading to bed, koo?" he moves his head absentmindedly, eyes darting from the small bottle in your hand to your face back again. you take it as a yes, meticulously placing the bottle in its designated place. you all but rush to bed, sneaking under the covers to his side of the bed.

your beloved shifts from lying to his side to on his tummy, chin placed on his special neck pillow, cheeks getting squished from his hands holding up his head. you scoot closer to him, brushing the bangs away from his face. you finally catch the stars in his eyes, nose scrunching in delight at the impromptu head massage.

"what's on your mind, baby?" you mumble into his hair, when he finds his way to your chest, arms immediately wrapping around you tightly in the softest way possible. "dunno," you feel his shoulders go up and down when shrugs, "there's always something up there now, you know?" he practically buries his face in your neck, placing a chaste kiss here and there. his fingers trace their way all the way from your hipbone to your shoulder, fidgeting with the thin silver necklace holding the delicate pendant he had given you on your birthday.

"wanna sleep and at the same, i don't wanna," he pouts, moving away from you ever so slightly to look up at you. "and why is that?" you ask curiously, smiling at him shivering at the touch of your cold fingers at the back of his neck. jungkook gazes at your eyes boring into him like warm rays of sunshine after a sudden spring shower. your moon-like eyes turns into pretty crescents when the silence gets comfortable, your bodies blending into one for warmth, despite the sultry heat outside. jungkook flings his leg over you, practically intertwined with you like vines on a lamp-post. its like his mind has come to a standstill, in a good way. the million thoughts running in his head has suddenly ceased, all because of your firm yet tender hands on him, one playing with his hair absentmindedly and the other tracing hearts on the upper part of his tattoo sleeve.

jungkook knows, despite not answering your question, you see right through his silence. he has wondered and pondered, over countless nights and self made whiskey cocktails, what exactly plagues his mind to avoid him catching up on some shut eye. he is no stranger to insomnia, often finding himself with new hobbies to while away the time till he finally gets sleepy. he boxed, karaoke-d, cooked his way through it all, that is until, he found you.

his own personal remedy, in the form of the most emotive, sometimes amorous love. nights spent with you is new everyday, no matter the place or time. you both could be on the couch, tummies full and hearts content at 9:45 p.m and jungkook would find himself asleep within seconds, something he could rarely achieve by himself. your lingering touches are something he thought he could only dream of, often waking up to you rolled over to the other side of the bed, grumbling to himself about your adventurous sleeping habits, wondering why you could never stay in one place, knowing he's subject to your teases about the same everyday. he gently pulls you to him anyway, spooning you until he finds the warmth he was searching helplessly for so long in his dream-like state.

"i can only sleep well when you're here with me," he confesses, a whisper into the dark space you both fondly call home. you catch his doe eyes on you, the night lights from outside never failing to enhance the galaxies you wake up to and sleep to everyday. jungkook clasps the back of your shirt in his hand, a subtle sign that he's succumbing to sleep's heavy hold.

"i think, just think, if you, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."

your hand immediately resumes it's precious job, chuckling slightly at his quiet request of a head massage. his eyelashes flutter when his eyelids betray his mind, wanting one last look at you before he sees you again. before you know it, he's snoring away to dreamland in your arms, where you trust you'll meet him soon.

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taglist: @soobhyun ; @september-husband ; @snoozeagustd ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentofyourlife ; @jjkeverlast ; @nlsonsprings ; @starlight-1010 ; @swga-ficrecs ; @zharoszn

[matchaelette]

here's an idea! jungkook teaching ash to box!! imagine how cute it'll be, he'll keep praising his girl and said girl will actually shock him w her skills hehehe

GIF by @jung-koook

when you want to learn boxing and jungkook’s method of teaching it leaves a trail of butterflies in your stomach

summary: idol!jk and oc!ash, established relationship, shoutout to anonie, their idea explains it all <3 it’s pure, unadulterated love and we’re just here for the vibes, as we generally are in my drabbles.

genre: fluff

warnings: does jungkook being disgustingly in love count?

word count: 1.9k

notes: kim seokjin is back homeehehehehehehe and namjoon welcomed him playing a saxophone— I missed them so. so. so. much. happy 11th anniversary to our found family guys <3

it was one of those rare days.

having the air conditioner turned on just a short while ago, the air around jungkook feels hot and suffocating. for a whole minute, he contemplates knocking over the glass of iced latte over the countertop and letting it soothe his sweltering skin.

it has probably been less than thirty minutes since he woke up, today being one of those rare days he woke up to your kisses instead of good morning texts. he rolled out of bed in a hazy bliss, brushed his teeth, put on a t-shirt, and waddled his way into the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of you while you decided to go downstairs to check the mail.

now, he’s standing over the stove with a spatula, patiently waiting for the pancakes to cook and not letting his impulsive thoughts win. it was one of those very rare, and quite unusual days, where both of you had the morning off together. he didn’t want to waste even a single second doing unnecessary things without you, such as, perhaps, cleaning the coffee he voluntarily spilled. he’d rather—

but jungkook is broken out of the reverie when he hears a click on the door.

“jungkoooookie! the boxing gloves are here!”

if the click on the door wasn’t enough, your amped-up voice certainly was, to break his train of thoughts.

the door shut behind you with a loud thud— the same thud that you’ve told your beloved boyfriend plenty of times not to make— echoing through the whole house (tell me jungkook. is it so hard to close the door gently or do you just like the sound?). one of your hands is holding onto a glass of iced latte jungkook made for you just minutes ago, sipping it with a straw and another one is secured around a huge white package clutched onto your chest. but jungkook stares at you instead.

you’re wearing one of jungkook’s baby blue oversized shirts, paired with the same black boxers he carelessly tossed on the floors last night, hair swept up into a messy bun. fuck, did you actually wear his boxers downstairs? jungkook suddenly felt himself burning up and he was sure the scathing heat of the day had nothing to do with it.

“kook, hello? look! the boxing gloves are here!”

jungkook, once again distracted by his train of unholy thoughts, blinks when you spin gracefully and land in front of him with a princessy curtsy. the action makes him break out in a wide smile unknowingly, and he suddenly realizes the source of your uncontained glee.

“the boxing gloves are here?”, he asks you, his smile is a literal ray of sunshine. a few weeks ago, jungkook dragged you to one of his boxing training sessions, and it somehow piqued your interest, even though you never really gave it much thought. you were like that, always trying new things and tossing them away as soon as you got the hang of it, floating from one thing to the next like a butterfly. maybe that’s why people played you too. loving you way too easily, discarding you even more easily, just as you begin to love them back.

jeon jungkook didn’t. the thought never once crossed his mind.

“yeah! c’mon let’s open it!”

“give me a second, princess. the pancakes will go up”

“just so you know, I ordered a pair for you as well”, you tell him, making your way to the living room couch.

“really? but babe, I already have way too many”, jungkook follows you soon after, carrying a plate stacked with pancakes, topped with berries and peanut butter just the way you like it. he sets the plate on the side table and sits beside you.

for a brief moment, jungkook’s face fills with confusion.

“yeah but you don’t have—”, you rip open the package, “—this one!”

then he throws his head back in laughter.

the boxing gloves you are holding up triumphantly are black in color, snug and thick and padded with patent leather, perfectly normal, until you notice the white patch covering the area from the knuckles to the wrist— a blonde kim seokjin, mouth stuffed with ramen, face contorted into a totally ridiculous expression.

“see? isn’t it amazing?”

“oh man, holy shit”. jungkook doubles over in laughter, hitting his own thigh repeatedly in the process, “oh my god, where did you find these?! this is absolutely gold!”

“I have my ways”, you flash him a wicked smile, “I knew you’d like ‘em!”

“like them? I am never taking these off!”

“look at my one!”

second wave of laughter hits jungkook when he sees your comparatively smaller boxing gloves. it’s the same black ones as jungkook’s, with the same white patch in the middle but this one portrays a young park jimin in the iconic red bullet concert, eyes smeared with black eyeliner and lips pouting in an ‘ayo’.

“I told you it’s amazing!”

jungkook just laughs uncontrollably, unable to form any coherent sentences.

“I was looking for one with you on it but unfortunately they were all sold out”, you snicker, attempting to put on the gloves and try them out.

“fortunate for me”, jungkook’s laughter is unstoppable, “man, I gotta show these to the hyungs. immediately.”

“after you teach me to box! c’mon c’mon c’mon!”, you spring up from the couch, hopping your way to retrieve one of jungkook’s punching bags, in the corner of the living room where he usually keeps his gym essentials.

“princess”, jungkook’s laughter subsides, and he grabs onto you immediately, “not now. after breakfast.”

“naaaaur—”

“after breakfast”, he says, a stern look in his eyes. and there’s no room left for any arguments anymore.

“but I don't want to defend!”

“babe, you can’t just attack people, you have to defend yourself too!”, jungkook exasperated.

“now, tuck your arms”. jungkook instructs you but then proceeds to bring your arms up to your chin and tuck them by your side himself. “stepping forward would help you initiate a very powerful jab. and stepping backward would help you create a distance between you and your opponent, so it’s the best immediate defense. continue moving back and forth to maintain a powerful stance.”

“okay. which foot stays forward again?”

“keep your feet shoulder-width apart. you’re right-handed, so your right foot stays backward.”

“right foot points at two o’clock, right?”, your focus is solely on your boyfriend, trying your best to follow through with whatever he’s saying. jungkook just wants to kiss you.

“yeah. bend your knees slightly.”

“no no no, not that much— unless you’re getting on your knees for me?”

“jungkook!”

“okay okay! you’re perfect”, jungkook moves a few inches backward and flashes you a mischievous grin, but can’t help being proud of you. he didn’t even have to tell you much and you were already in a perfect stance, certainly much better than him when he was starting out. “now have a go at me. I wanna see your strength. then I’ll teach you the different punches.”

you take position, but hesitate. “okay— how hard am I supposed to hit exactly?”

“huh?”

“could you punch me and show me how much strength i’m supposed to use?”

“really?”, jungkook looks offended but amusement fills him.

“yes! I just want to know if I should go all out or keep it light.”

“you want me to punch you?”

“oh my god, you’ll survive not being a gentleman for five seconds, jungkook”, you say impatiently, “now punch me!”

jungkook, unsurprisingly, doesn’t do what he’s told. instead, wraps his arms around your waist and smashes his mouth against yours, swallowing your surprised squeal with a smirk. in a flash, your head spins and you lose your balance into an abyss of delight. jungkook knows you all too well and presses you against him when you try to grab his shoulders out of reflex (don’t you know he’d never let you fall?) but fail because of your glove-cladded hands. your lips taste sweet and savory, the peanut butter and berries combining into a deadly experience he’s not sure his heart could handle.

yet he never hesitates to steal your breath.

when jungkook lets you go, it takes you several minutes before you can talk. or think.

“what are you doing?”, you whisper.

just what he’s wanting to do… always.

“i’m never gonna learn boxing this way”, you sigh.

“what way?”, jungkook’s breathing is heavy but the smirk on his face says a million other things.

“this way you’re—”, you shake your head and peer blearily, “wait, what was I saying again?”

“c’mon princess, you don’t need me to punch you. just land a punch on me. give me your best shot.”

you mouth an ‘okay’ and fall into stance, as jungkook instructed. “is this okay?”

“good girl”, jungkook teases, which has you losing your focus for a second. but then, you shake your head and direct your shot at his abs, self-instructed.

the punch lands hard and square on him, causing the doe-eyed boy to stagger several steps backward, gripping his abdomen with clear astonishment.

“babe! did you really hit me?!”

“wha— you told me to!”

“I didn’t expect you actually would!”

“what did you expect?”, you’re nonchalant but the redness creeping up your cheeks isn’t, “i’d kiss you senseless after you asked me to land a punch on you?”

jungkook dramatically collapses on the floor, shaking violently with fake coughs. you snort at his antics and offer your hand to your boyfriend to help him up but he doesn’t give you the chance— he grabs onto it and pulls you down. the unexpected gesture throws you off balance and you land directly on top of him. you yelp, but jungkook doesn’t even flinch. he quickly secures his grip around you, making sure not an inch of your body touches the floor or gets hurt.

“jungkook! you—”

said jungkook cuts you short, gently pressing his lips against yours, once again making you forget time and space. what were you planning to say? however, he doesn’t give you any time to think— moving away from your lips and peppering your entire face with kisses. you burst out into giggles and jungkook sighs with satisfaction— that’s it, that’s the smile he’s so helpless in love with.

“is this your idea of teaching me boxing?”, you put your hands on your boyfriend’s chest, lifting yourself up and sitting beside him.

“that was the reward of a punch excellently thrown.”

“oh, you gotta be kidding me. are you planning to reward me after every punch?”

“that’s a very good idea. but jokes aside babe, that was one heck of a punch”, jungkook beams at you, propping himself up on his arms.

you laugh.

“okay, remember when you couldn’t take piano lessons from yoongi oppa because he wouldn’t stop praising you? that’s exactly where this is going.”

“I mean it! that was a really, really solid punch, I did not expect that at all!”. oh, but he did. he has an unbreakable confidence in you that he wished you had in yourself.

“what can I say? you’re being a very good girl”, he winks.

“kook, you're a terrible teacher! you shouldn't flirt with your students!”, you scold him.

“forget what a teacher does. i’d rather do you instead.”

[crooked-haven]

BTS Reaction | You’re Jungkook’s Girlfriend

➭ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Reaction

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my work so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & Crooked-haven)

Word Count: 0.5k

“This is Y/N my girlfriend I told you about” Jungkook holds your hand as his band members stare at you in awe. They have never met one of their maknae’s girlfriends before, this one must be serious. You looked at each of them individually and smiled warmly.

Jimin: Excited. I feel like he would be the first one to introduce himself, give you a big hug and even compliment you on either your hair color or your outfit. He would then probably show you embarrassing photos of Jungkook throughout the years and Jungkook would probably get all embarrassed and shy about it.

Taehyung: Quiet but friendly, probably watching you from afar for awhile before actually introducing himself. I view him as super chill and down to earth, so he would more than likely start small talk or introduce you to his Yeontan, maybe even take a few selfies with you and of course Jungkook.

Jhope: Another hugger, but not as much as Jimin. He would probably ask you if you dance or sing and then show you some of his dance moves. He is a ray of sunshine so he probably makes a few jokes that makes you feel more comfortable. I also feel like he would be the one to comment on your beauty.

Namjoon: Simple handshake, maybe even a side hug if you’re lucky. I view him as super mature he would probably ask you semi personal questions but nothing too intrusive, it’s just small talk to get to know you better. You would have to get to know him more to get more of a “reaction” out of him.

Yoongi: Another quiet one, but this time I feel like he would wait until you introduced yourself or until Jungkook introduced him to you. I think he would smile warmly at you and say something along the lines of nice to meet you or maybe he would tease Jungkook about how much he talks about you to get the spotlight off of him.

Jin: I feel like he would introduce himself as world wide handsome and then probably talk about himself or something that catches his interest. Maybe ask you who your bias is, and why it’s not him. Then go about his day, but not in a rude way.

A/N:

This was my first reaction ever so I hope you enjoyed it<3

[kometqh]

ᵀʰᵉ ᴺᵒᵗᵉᵇᵒᵒᵏ

BTS Jungkook x F!Reader

Living in the real, normal world, Y/n comes across all kinds of creatures in her daily life; demons, sirens, protective spirits. The list could go on, but the main point is that she does so unknowingly.

That is, until she is caught in the clutches of death, icy cold water battering her lungs as a Grim Reaper awaits her death, his pitch-black eyes hungry, desperate for her death.

So what happens when a Demon and a Siren come to her rescue?

The sound of coffee beans being grounded and the smell of fresh pastries being put out filled the busy interior of the café, wafting amongst numerous conversations between people, numerous songs being played, numerous stories being exchanged.

The rather large space was engulfed in a warmth that came from two fireplaces, as rain eagerly pattered against the tall, clear windows.

There was one particular man who stood out amongst the others, dressed in a fluffy, knitted grey sweater, a black blazer and jeans. His hat was placed on the side as he sipped on his coffee, finger lazily turning a page in his book. Though his appearance was so unusual, he went by completely unnoticed. Not a single eye caught the sight of him.

He went by the name Jeon, leaving his first name to be a luxury known only to those closest to him.

Although his nose seemed to be pointing to his book, his eyes were observing elsewhere. Scanning, searching.

He noticed the way a woman's lips became redder after sipping quietly on some coffee.

The way a teenagers eyes skimmed over words rapidly whilst reading a mahogany leather book.

Those were just minor distractions, though.

His main focus was the young woman sat at the faraway corner of the café, in the company of a young, red haired man. Her lips, tinted a darker pink, were moving fast, head dipping lower as her eyes stared into her companions, almost pleadingly.

The chime of bells drew his attention away; the woman wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

A young couple entered the café, their eyes set on the seat that Jeon occupied. They skimmed over his figure, just about to place their bags down. He muttered something, his lips barely moving an inch.

The air grew colder, nipping at the couple until they moved away, shaking their head, muttering that it was too cold in that specific spot. Jeon's eyes lingered for a few minutes on the young woman, and, with a sigh, he snapped his book shut.

Gripping tightly on it, he made his way over to his target.

He stood just beside her, watching the man opposite her. He had a heart-shaped smile, almond eyes and ruby-red hair. He often let out an almost intoxicating laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as his smile widened, mirroring that of the woman's.

Jeon leaned down, hands clutching his book behind his back. His nose just barely brushed against the woman's cheek, eyes boring into hers, though she couldn't see him, couldn't feel him. Maybe a small breeze or a shiver, but that's it.

"Y/n L/n." He spoke softly, hand caressing at a loose lock of hair on her head. "22 years old... Female." He continued, this time moving away as he moved to her other side, fingertips leaving featherlight touches over her shoulder.

"Has a family; mother, father, older brother. Single." That last part he had said with an amused huff, his chest raising up and down, heart beating just the slightest bit faster.

He turned his gaze away, looking out through the window.

He could see the waves crashing against the beach perfectly, though the weather was not doing anyone any favours that day. The sky was grey and cloudy, not allowing a single ray of sunshine to pass through.

The water was murky, dark, clawing at the sandy beach below with a spine-chilling fervour. An image flashed through his mind.

The waves, the wooden, soaked dock. Water splashing against it, creating a slippery step. White sneakers stepped over it, a soft voice carried by the harsh winds.

A scream.

Followed by a splash.

Hands thrashed around, reaching out to him from the murky seawater, calling for help.

"Date of death; 15th March 2024." He clicked his tongue loudly and shook his head. "Time; 15:24, died by drowning."

Suddenly, the woman looked at her phone, noticing the time. Her eyes widened in panic, and as she abruptly stood up, she almost spilled her coffee. Slinging her scarf over her neck, she muttered apologies to the man opposite her.

"I'm so sorry Hoseok, I have to go, I'm meeting someone in about half an hour." She said, slinging her hand bag over her shoulder, shoving her phone into her pocket. "It's for my class project, you know, the fish one." She continued, shrugging her shoulders, a tight-lipped smile plastered on her face.

Hoseok's eyes looked up at her, slightly widened, lips parted. Then, he nodded his head in recognition.

"Ahhh, yes. That's fine love, but do you want me to walk you there? I wouldn't want you to slip or something." He said, getting up from his own chair.

"Oh, no no, it's okay! I'll be meeting with Seokjin." She exclaimed, waving her hands in protest. "He collected some statistics from the fishery, so I'll only be getting those and heading straight home after." She said, this time moving around the table to stand by Hoseok's side, placing a warm hand on his shoulder.

"I won't be long, I'll be home before you know it." She said softly, a small smile on her lips.

Hoseok nodded, though his eyes had a suspicious glint in them.

"You better text me as soon as you get home, alright?" He asked, bringing her in for a hug. Y/n exhaled into his shoulder, her hands wrapping around his waist, nodding her head.

"Of course I will. You do the same, okay?" She looked up at him, a quirk in her brow, and with that, the two bid their goodbyes and Y/n was on her way, with a dark, shadowy figure looming over her shoulder.

The walk itself didn't seem to take too long; before she knew it, it was almost half past. The ocean breeze blew past her mercilessly, dragging a strands of hair behind, tangling them into a mess of nightmares.

A strong shudder travelled down her spine, though she downplayed it to just the weather being cruel.

She couldn't see the dark cloud looming over her shoulder, checking the time on his wrist every so often as he stalked after her, black irises growing desperate, hungry. The more souls he collected the better.

The reaper almost wished he could speed the process up, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up on the ends, his body experiencing a new kind of static excitement. He was so close, so so close to-

His eyes widened, feet coming to a stop as he was greeted with a familiar face.

Golden hair glinted even on the murky day, the grey clouds not dimming the glow that surrounded him. His almond eyes travelled to Y/n's, a dimpled smile appearing on his cheeks as he extended a pair of muscular arms out for a hug.

For a moment, Jeon felt a false sense of security; the man couldn't see him.

But that feeling was shattered like a porcelain doll when the man's piercing gaze stabbed right through him. Eyes narrowed like that of a fox, the man's eyebrows furrowed in a fury.

What was the Reaper doing with his precious, little human friend?

Kim Namjoon wondered, his hands rubbing comforting circles over Y/n's back, his grip tightening ever so slightly. His gaze never left Jeon, observing the unmoving figure.

Was Y/n going to die? 

How? 

Why and when? 

Now? 

Like hell he was going to let that happen. 

He was ripped from his spiralling thoughts, Y/n having pulled away and now gazing at him, a look of adoration swimming in her irises. She admired Namjoon, not only for his brains, but also for his kindness.

He was her senior by a year, always busy with new modules and projects set by their shared professors, but he never failed to lend her a helping hand, guiding her in the right direction study-wise.

A lot of her work had also referenced his own research; which was beneficial in many ways.

"Namjoon! I haven't seen you in so long, what are you doing here?!" She asked, a wide grin stretching across her face, her hands rubbing up and down his arms in an attempt to keep him warm.

"I was just coming back from meeting Jin, we were working on collecting some statistics," He paused, moving to walk alongside the young woman, her hand linked around one of his arms.

"Isn't that weird? I was on my way to see him," She responded, turning to give Namjoon a raised brow, "Did he ask you to help him out?"

At that, Namjoon nodded his head, a laugh escaping his lips. He let out a sniffle, his long strides keeping Y/n on her toes as she made an effort to keep in pace with the male.

Jeon followed them like a gloomy cloud, occasionally noticing Namjoon sending daggers at him, a dangerous furrow between his eyebrows. The demon wasn't happy about the threat to his favourite human's life.

He'd do anything to protect her, to keep her by his side.

Jeon knew that the demon was one born of jealousy and greed, but that hadn't phased him. He had met far too many dangerous creatures during his long lifespan, eventually becoming immune to their negative auras and murderous thoughts.

He himself was repenting for his past lives' sins, so it wasn't like he was a saint himself.

It wasn't long before the three met a third creature; a siren, the so-called Seokjin. Though this one couldn't see Jeon, he could feel his presence, Jin's ears peeking up at the unfamiliar tension lurking around Y/n's shoulders.

Just as he was about to ask, Namjoon shot him a death stare, Jin understanding immediately.

'I'll explain later'

The three talked for a while, a few gasps and laughs escaping the conversation. As promised, Jin had collected the data Y/n had requested, his chest puffing up proudly as the woman flicked through the pages eagerly.

"This is amazing Jin! Where the hell did you find all these people?!" She had exclaimed at one point, bringing him in for another hug as she nuzzled her nose into his neck, just beneath his jawline.

"Y'know I've got connections, Y/n/n," He chuckled, sending a cheeky wink at her, "I'm glad I could be of help to you sweets."

The conversation carried on for a little while longer, Y/n parting from the two as she insisted she had to be home early, or else Hoseok would go insane.

With a quick goodbye and hug, she left through the door of the fishing hut, walking along the deck.

The sky was much darker now, and the waves murkier. She couldn't even see her own reflection in the water as she leant over, feeling her sneakers getting soaked.

Water licked at her shoes, aggressively staining the material. She'd have to battle out the salt later on.

Soon, a big wave had made its way towards her, the current almost swaying her off of the deck, tugging at her body. That itself was scary enough for the young woman to hurry her pace, hands stuffed in her pockets as she wearily eyed the water.

The sky seemed gloomier, greyer, more dangerous. Her hurried steps could barely be heard over the splashing of waves against boulders and deck, her heart rate spiking up.

The wind pulled at her hair and scarf, blowing cold wisps of air into her ears and eyes, almost blinding her from how much she needed to blink just to remove the stray sand Pericles from her waterline.

Her hand came up to rub at her eye, thumb pulling at the sand grains. And that was her mistake.

On unsteady feet, a distracted mind, and cold hands, a wave larger than the previous one had smashed against the shore, the draft pulling her backwards as the woman fell, her temple hitting the side of the dense, slippery green wood.

The water engulfed her body completely, dragging her back and forth, the coldness invading her nostrils and wind pipe.

It prickled at her fingers like a thousand tiny blades, but burned her from the inside out like an uncontrollable wildfire. She tried not to panic, she tried so hard. But when your senses are screaming for you to breathe and to get out, it's difficult to stop thrashing around; like a canary in a small cage.

She couldn't see anything, the scalding, salty water forcing her eyelids to close, to seek some form of comfort as she blindly swam through the water, her lungs burning with an unknown agony. 

Her screams occasionally reached her ears, as the waves sadistically teased her, allowing just enough air to enter her lungs before it was deemed enough, and that's when she inhaled what felt like a bucket-full of salty, scratching sea-water.  

Her nose burned, her eyes burned. 

Her throat was on fire, her lungs fighting to push the water out.

Her body was scalding hot.

Her arms thrashed, attempting to form some sort of swim, her legs kicking up as the pounding in her head never eased. 

She fought and fought, forcing her body back to the top, until her limbs grew too tired, until another current swayed her further and further away, until the remaining oxygen had been emptied from her lungs, escaping in small bubbles that slowly floated upwards.

The tips of her fingers prickled, her hair tickling the tip of her nose as it swayed gently, the current becoming calmer the further she sank. The cold enveloped her in an icy embrace, freezing over her skin, tainting it the colour red, her cheeks having lost their usual warm hue. 

Her body hit the sand, small particles lunged upwards, dancing around her grimly. 

The cold was like a blanket, chilling through layers on skin, blood and muscle, finally coiling around her bones like a desperate, starving snake, squeezing tighter and tighter, crushing any feeling she had before she had fallen. 

Her consciousness fought, and the little survival instinct and adrenaline that circled within her body, had all but made the tiniest of twitches prance all over. The quickest flex of a pointer finger, a sudden kick of her foot, or the spasmed leaps of her chest and shoulders.

How much time had passed? Only those above knew. 

Did anyone hear her falling in? Possibly.  

All she knew was the indescribable burning sensation in her chest, the suffocating inability to breathe.

Her vision was pitch-black, her surroundings turning into nothingness as her body slowly caved in, almost curling in on itself. 

She then, suddenly, felt a soft touch on her arm. It tugged at her body, swaying it through the water. Was she dead already? 

It wasn't until she felt a chilling breeze gush past her, her mind empty and blank, unable to tell what was happening. 

The scalding burn that enveloped her body had turned into the most painful coldness she had ever felt. What was happening? Hasn't she had enough? 

But it was too late, as a pair of hands pumped against her chest, another pair stuttering around her face, a soft touch stroking the icy skin of her cheek. She was swallowed by darkness, her mind going numb, body limp, and consciousness far away.

Jeon tutted to himself as he watched the scene unfold, the sight of a half-naked demon trying to resuscitate you, shouting for you to stay away. 

It was ironic, really.

But Jeon knew, that in just a moments time, you would be stood by his side, clawing at your face, pulling your hair, screaming hysterically at the sight of your long-dead body, pleading for one last chance.

Namjoon's hands continued pushing against your chest in rhythmic beats, his breathing laboured and short. Water dripped down the sharp tips of his soaked hair, down onto the muscular, naked expanse of his back. 

Goosebumps run rampant across his sun-kissed skin, though it wasn't because of the cold.

Oh no, Jeon knew exactly what those shivers were.

Excitement. Elation. Pride.

Defiance.

That greedy demon wasn't worried nor was he cold, he was happy!

Jeon squinted his eyes at the creature, knowing he took pride in what he was doing.

With a soft sigh, he inched closer to your body, until he became an eclipse above the demon's shoulders.

He didn't feel an ounce of joy as previous records of numerous deaths unfolded before his eyes, his fist always clutched tight at his side as he half-reminisced, his pupils clouded over, an all too familiar memory coming to flood his senses.

His breathing laboured, pupils blown wide, throat sore as an inaudible hurdle of screams erupted from within his chest. 

The fear he felt, the guilt, the pain. It had all shook him to his core. 

He remembered it so clearly, as though it happened yesterday. 

The way her eyes clouded over, a gasp escaping from her gaped lips.

That day.. That day she left him, clutching the arrow that had been impaled into her chest, the day he lost the love of his life.

Right through the heart.

His frown remained, his chest tightened, for another two or so minutes, before confusion washed over him. Where was she? Wasn't her spirit supposed to appear before him by now?

Slowly reaching into his notepad, the tips of his fingers had just barely brushed against the tip of his Notebook, when the sound of suffocated coughs and gurgles filled his ears. 

She's alive?

How?

What did that stupid, ignorant demon just do?

He could feel his blood begin to boil, the sight of Namjoon's cheery grin and Seokjin's laughter as they had managed to successfully revive you.

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BTS: The Type of Husbands I Think They'll Be

Hey, Tumblr fam! Let's talk about BTS. While we adore their music and performances, let's indulge in some playful speculation and imagine what kind of husbands the BTS members might be in the future 😉.

1. RM (Kim Namjoon):

As the leader and intellectual powerhouse of BTS, Namjoon exudes a sense of calm and wisdom. We can envision him as a supportive and understanding husband, always ready to listen and offer insightful advice. He'd be the type to encourage his partner's dreams and passions, making sure their relationship is built on mutual growth and respect.

2. Jin (Kim Seokjin):

Jin, our beloved worldwide handsome, possesses a playful and caring nature. He'd be the type of husband who surprises his partner with little gestures of love and affection. From romantic candlelit dinners to planning spontaneous adventures, he would make every moment special. His heartwarming sense of humor and knack for cooking would surely make home a delightful place to be.

3. Suga (Min Yoongi):

Suga, known for his introspective and passionate personality, might be the kind of husband who understands the importance of personal space and independence. He'd support his partner's individuality, giving them room to grow and pursue their own interests. Suga's artistic nature could inspire creative collaborations and late-night conversations about life and dreams.

4. J-Hope (Jung Hoseok):

J-Hope's infectious energy and bright smile make him a ray of sunshine. As a husband, he would be the ultimate cheerleader, constantly motivating his partner to reach new heights. With his endless optimism and uplifting spirit, he'd be the go-to person for emotional support and unwavering encouragement.

5. Jimin (Park Jimin):

Jimin, the embodiment of elegance and grace, has a heart that radiates pure love. He would be the type of husband who cherishes emotional connection and demonstrates his affection through acts of kindness. Jimin's nurturing nature would make him an attentive partner, always striving to create a safe and loving environment for his loved one.

6. V (Kim Taehyung):

Known for his playful and mischievous personality, V would bring an element of fun and spontaneity to the role of a husband. He'd be the type to plan surprise dates and adventures, ensuring that life with him is an exhilarating journey filled with laughter and excitement. V's expressive nature would make every day feel like a romantic escapade.

7. Jungkook (Jeon Jungkook):

Our golden maknae has grown into a versatile artist and remarkable individual. Jungkook would be a fiercely loyal and dedicated husband, striving to be a pillar of strength for his partner. He would always go the extra mile to ensure their happiness and well-being, promising a love that withstands the test of time.

Of course, these speculations are just for fun and based on my perceptions of the BTS members. Thank you very much for reading ❤️❤️❤️. Tell me which Kpop group or k-drama actors I should feature in my next post .

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Sweet Home

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/73DufTZ by ellies_potatoes09 🍦 ⋆ 🍎 🎀 [ Seokjin is shocked when his childhood best friend, Hoseok appears on his doorstep, distressed and pregnant.]🎀 🍎 ⋆ 🍦 🍦 ⋆ 🍎 🎀 [He makes it his duty to protect and help Hoseok through his pregnancy and be a father to his pup but it's not easy.]🎀 🍎 ⋆ 🍦 Words: 3162, Chapters: 2/30, Language: English Series: Part 1 of 🍦 ⋆ 🍎 🎀 The Sweet Home series🎀 🍎 ⋆ 🍦 Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, ATEEZ (Band), SEVENTEEN (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Hongjoong, Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Kim Mingyu (SEVENTEEN), Kim Seokjin | Jin's Parents, Kim Namjoon | RM's Parents Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin, Kim Hongjoong/Song Mingi Additional Tags: Alpha Kim Seokjin | Jin, Omega Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Alpha Kim Namjoon | RM, Omega Min Yoongi | Suga, Beta Kim Taehyung | V, Omega Park Jimin (BTS), pup Jungkook, pup mingyu, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Kim Namjoon | RM & Kim Seokjin | Jin are Siblings, Kim Seokjin | Jin is a Mess, Kim Seokjin | Jin is Trying His Best, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope is a Ray of Sunshine, Kim Seokjin | Jin Needs a Hug, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope is Good at Feelings, Kim Seokjin | Jin is Bad at Feelings, Kim Seokjin | Jin is Whipped, Inspired by Melanie Martinez read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/73DufTZ

[imsadstuff]

jeon jungkook, you have come a very long way

[purpletigertaetae]

The Transfiguration Tutor

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 4307 words

Genre: Hogwarts AU, Slice of Life (as “life” as you can get in an AU) Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: None, I mean there's a lot of fluff, but not really any warnings

Notes: Okay, I’ve jumped out of my comfort zone SO MUCH with this fic (and this header that I made in like 0.2 seconds because I’m dumb and couldn't find anything I liked) Like I already don’t fluff well (If we’re being honest I don’t write anything well 😂), but this added Potterverse into the mix, which just GAH. This was actually supposed to be a oneshot for Namjoon’s birthday, but I’m so late I can't even use that excuse anymore. I’m so nervous typing this... But Enjoy! I hope you all like it! Also PLEASE GO CHECK OUT @thebluesyren‘s Moodboard! It’s what helped inspire this!

You stared curiously at the Ravenclaw prefect sitting in the library. His silvery hair parted carefully on the side, his thick rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and his thick lips twisted into a wry smile as he poured over his Charms textbook while twirling his quill over and over in his hand. You had been trying to work on your Potions essay until you saw Namjoon enter the library. You had carefully watched his every move while he gracefully maneuvered across the haphazard chairs and desks to find an empty corner. You watched as he approached the empty desk only to trip over his own two feet. He had smacked his hand on the desk to steady himself but had slipped some more, let out a stream of curses, and then he was lying on the floor his books around him; the ruckus causing everyone around him to giggle.

“Shh!” Madame Pince huffed from her desk, irritated by the noise.

Namjoon had stood up, brushed and smoothed his robes, sent a dimpled smile towards Madame Pince, and gathered his books to sit back down.

That was an hour ago. You had given up on your homework completely, doodling on extra parchment while staring at the clumsy genius. Slughorn would have to wait.

So, this was the boy who was supposed to tutor you in Transfiguration. Your grades, while stellar in every other class, were slipping in McGonagall’s class and she had worried you would not pass your final exams this year. She had told you to seek out a Kim Namjoon, well rather she had gushed over a Kim Namjoon and had told you to ask him for help.

“Kim Namjoon has the highest grades of this year. He will go far. You on the other hand, Miss Y/L/N, will need to improve drastically if you wish to continue on your path as a healer. You will need tutoring in transfiguration. And my recommendation is, you should ask Mr. Kim for help.” From McGonagall, that was high praise, and cause to worry on your end. You had decided that today would be the day you would talk to Namjoon, but you had been in the library for two hours, he for one, and still you were afraid to approach the handsome boy you were slowly getting softer for.

---

Three hours later and you literally had finished every essay due for the upcoming week except transfiguration. Namjoon, however, still seemed stuck on Charms. You looked at his face, forehead wrinkled in confusion, and decided that maybe you could strike up a deal.

You packed all your things and made your way over to his table.

“Namjoon right?” The boy looked up at you, confusion evident over his face. “Hi, I’m Y/N? Professor McGonagall told me to find you for some transfiguration help?”

His striking features smoothed out and a dimpled smile graced his face. “Hi Y/n. Yeah, McGonagall had talked to me, but uh, now isn’t a great time. I’m still struggling with the Charms homework.”

“Oh, is this the cheering charms essay? Here, let me see if I can help you!” You slid into the seat next to him, dropping your bag and books onto the table, while peering over his shoulder.

You carefully pointed out all of the information he had gotten wrong and explained the theory to him. Namjoon just watched you, eyeing you as you spoke, pointing to different passages in the textbook; your striking features looked lovely in the candlelight. Your eyes sparkled as you explained a particular passage to him. Your lips looked soft, and he caught himself wondering if that was true. Was he maybe falling for the intelligent woman sitting next to him?

“Earth to Namjoon? Namjoon? Namjoon!” He snapped out of his daydreams and looked at you, “Yes?”

“Did you get anything I told you?”

“Uhhh,” He scratched the back of his head, grinning sheepishly.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly and sighed, “Namjoon, you’re going to have to pay more attention! Now focus!”

“Wait, y/n,” he placed his hand on your forearm, stopping your writing, “Why don’t we become study buddies?”

“What?”

“Well, think about it. You need help for Transfiguration and I definitely need help with Charms. How about we help each other?” Namjoon leaned back against his chair and looked you dead on, a small smile playing on his face.

You examined the boy in front of you and then the empty parchment that was meant for the transfiguration essay you hadn’t even started. You definitely needed help, and you wanted a way to repay him. Helping him with Charms would be the ideal way, and maybe you could even become closer friends.

“It’s a deal.” You thrusted your arm out and shook to seal the deal.

Namjoon sat up and grabbed his quill again, rifling through the textbook to find where he last left off.

“Great! Can we finish Charms first and then go onto Transfiguration? I haven’t started Transfig yet so we can work together!” Namjoon started rambling, but you cut him off swiftly.  

“That’s fine, but I’m warning you. If we’re stuck here all night, you owe me a butterbeer!”

Namjoon looked at you and grinned, “Deal. So, I understand the incantation for the cheering charm, but I definitely am confused on the theory and execution.”

You sighed deeply and then dove in. This was going to be a long night.

---

Four hours later and finally you both closed your books and leaned back in your chairs, resting your eyes.

With your eyes still closed you asked, “What is the effect when the Cheering Charm is too strong?”

Namjoon replied huskily, “Fits of hysterical laughter. What is the incantation to conjure a flock of yellow birds?”

“Avis, and a gunshot sound and smoke are aftereffects of the spell.”

“By Merlin, I think she’s got it!” Namjoon cracked open an eye and sent a genuine dimpled smile your way.

“Well, I’ve got the theory down for sure, but I’m going to need help with execution-”

“Now? Y/N… I’m tired!”

“No, not now. I’m wiped, but tomorrow? After dinner? We can find an empty classroom.”

“That sounds like a plan!”

You sat up and started packing up your bag, Namjoon copying your actions.

You both left the library, some of the last ones to leave, said goodbye to Madame Pince and started strolling back to the Ravenclaw tower in a comfortable silence.

As you climbed the stairs, Namjoon broke the silence.

“Y/n, you excel in all your other classes, why do you struggle in Transfig? Not that I’m judging or anything! I’m just curious.” He began scrambling in fear of having offended you.

You laughed at his expression, and then spoke, “I don’t know, to be honest. Defense, Herbology, Charms all came easy to me. Transfiguration doesn’t. It requires a type of concentration I just don’t have.”

Namjoon looked at you thoughtfully.

“I can understand that. Charms requires a sense of certainty, a sense of grace that I definitely have not acquired,” he spoke as he tripped over his own two feet.

“See what I mean!”

You chuckled as you approached the Common Room entrance. You slipped in and noticed that it was basically empty, just three students snoozing near the fire.

You both climbed the stairs and then stopped right before you were to go separate ways.

“Good night Y/N. Thank you for helping me.”

“Ditto, good night… Joon.”

Namjoon turned to make his way to his room, cheeks bright red. You had called him Joon. Only close friends had called him Joon. He looked over his shoulder at your retreating figure and mused. That name coming from you had sounded so sweet. He really wanted to hear it again.

You turned and walked to your room blushing hard. Joon? Where had that come from? The boy was endearing, and you definitely were soft for him, but this was uncharted territory. Though… he was a gentleman and one you really wanted to get to know better. Who knew, maybe this would be the start of a beautiful friendship. You shook your head and got ready for bed. This would be a thought for another time.

--

Namjoon and you continued your joint tutoring together for the next couple of months. You saw each other so often that a friendship began to blossom. You would talk late into the night, discussing your aspirations as a healer and his aspirations to become part of the Ministry. Most of the time you even joined him for his rounds; his partner always “forgot” though you both knew she was always with her boyfriend. Your blood boiled but Joon would always shrug it off with a smile, “it’s nothing I can’t do Y/Nie, though you’re welcome to join me.” You two would roam the castle, ending up in the astronomy tower and gazing at the stars before walking back to your dormitories. Rumors began swirling about the two Ravenclaws in love, but you both remained oblivious and ignorant. People could think however they wanted.

As you both approached your final exams, you began spending even more time together; his friends became yours and your friends became his, until one large group sat together for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was a mixed group; his friends were spread into all the houses: two in Gryffindor, two in Hufflepuff and two in Slytherin. But they all got along, and they definitely were a band of brothers that soon became your closest friends.

The last Hogsmeade trip, was right around the corner, right after exams. Namjoon had wanted to go with you for the longest time, but every time he would chicken out and everyone ended up going as a big friend group. This time though, he was adamant to spend some time with you. He caught up with you as you walked back from the Herbology greenhouses to lunch.

“Hey Y/nie!”

“Hey Joon! What’s up?”

“I have to run, but will you come on rounds with me tonight? I wanted to ask you something.”

“Sure!” With your confirmation, he ran off, leaving you confused. What did he want to ask? You worried that maybe he was doing well in Charms and didn’t need your help anymore. You worried in your classes, when he sat next to you but wouldn’t talk to you; you worried at dinner, where he was noticeably absent; you worried up until you met him in the common room for rounds. He ushered you out and into the corridor and you both began walking. Usually the silence between you two was comfortable as you walked, but today it was suffocatingly uncomfortable until you burst out.

“Kim Namjoon if you don’t ask me what you’ve been wanting to ask me soon, I will kill you!”

“Y/n just be patient. I’ll ask you soon.”

“Do you not want to help me anymore? Do you not need my help anymore? Do you not want to study together anymore? Do you not want to be friends anymore? What is it?! Please! Let’s just work together until our exams are over and then I promise I’ll be out of your hair! Can you just tell me what you wanted to ask?!” Your voice grew more and more agitated as you continued on and on until you ran out of breath. Namjoon beside you just remained quiet with a small smile on his face.

God, you were so cute when you were angry.

He waited patiently until you finished your tirade, walking and observing quietly. When you quieted down, he spoke.

“Are you finished? Calm down Y/Nie, I still want to help you with Transfig, and I definitely still need your help in Charms. I don’t intend to fail my exams and I don’t intend for you to fail yours. We’re still friends! And… oh look we’re at the Astronomy Tower! Let’s quickly take a look and then we can continue this conversation.”

You stared at him dumbfounded as he ran forward. He was about ask you something. Why on earth did he stop? Ugh, he was infuriating sometimes.

You marched up the stairs behind him ready to chew him out until you saw him looking out on the balcony. When you laid your eyes on him, your eyes widened and you audibly gasped. He looked ethereal. The moonlight made him glow, bouncing off of his skin as he stared into the sky. The stars were mirrored in his eyes and his hair shone like silver; he really was stunning. He turned back to you and beckoned you forward with his hand, patting the railing next to him. You walked up to him and looked up at the night sky and whispered, “Beautiful.”

You could’ve sworn he said, “you too.” But when you turned to him, he was still looking up, admiring the sky. For what seemed like eternity, you both were silent, admiring the swirling stars twinkling merrily.

Every now and then you would glance over to him, wanting to break the silence, but his beauty would take your breath away again and you would look back up, not wanting to ruin the moment. Finally, you lost patience and broke the hushed silence to whisper, “Joon, what did you want to ask me?”

He looked down at you. His expression filled with something you hadn’t seen before. Was it love? Unbeknownst to you, you were mirroring the expression back at him. His tongue flitted out, wetting his lips, and your eyes flickered down to the movement, admiring the curve of his lips. Your eyes flicked back to his, as he cleared his throat, and his eyes flitted down to your lips as he leaned forward slightly. You tried to say something, but your breath got caught in your throat as you looked up at him. You hoped for something, anything to break this spell, but in this moment, you wanted to test the softness of his lips with yours. You wanted to feel his hands resting on your hips, not on the railing. You wanted him to bare his soul to you and you wanted to bare your soul to him. Maybe, just maybe you were falling in love with him, your moonchild. He opened his mouth to speak and suddenly you were afraid of what he might say. Your stomach filled with butterflies as this handsome man began to speak.

“Y/N, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me after exams. You know I really need to buy some new robes and I could use a friend’s eye.”

Your heart, which had been somewhere in your throat, instantly sank like a rock. He what? He made it very clear in that moment that he considered you just a friend. All of this, baring your soul, the environment, the moon, the stars, the whole thing you had made up. He was just admiring the stars like he always did, and your imagination was running wild again. You tried to rearrange your face into a friendly expression, trying not to betray the heartbroken mess you felt inside. “Sure! I’d love to help you!” Your voice caught in your throat, but you shoved your feelings away and cleared it a couple of times, swallowing the lump thickly.

“Joon, it’s late, I’m tired, I think I’m going to head back. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You turned and left, trying to keep your tears at bay until you found your bed.

Namjoon, on the other hand, couldn’t stop cursing himself. The timing was perfect, the atmosphere was perfect! He could’ve kissed you and everything would have been perfect! But his bloody brain spoke again. He chickened out! He mentally slapped himself. He would have to do better. God, he had wanted to kiss you, you had looked like an angel in the moonlight. He mentally cursed again. He should’ve just stopped at asking you to Hogsmeade after exams. What possessed him to say friend? He clutched at his hair in despair and looked back up at the sky one last time. The stars still glinted, and Namjoon knew that this had been the perfect moment. Argh, stupid brain, stupid mouth, stupid Joon. He turned away from the balcony and trudged back to the common room, feeling sorry for himself. He needed to figure out a way to see this through properly. You and he belonged together, that he was sure about. He just needed to grow some courage and ask you out.

--

After that night, the entire group knew something was wrong. On the surface, you and Namjoon still studied together, still hung out together, but the dynamic had changed. It was as if you both were toeing on eggshells around each other. However, final exams were fast approaching and the time to think about relationships was gone. Everyone had decided to grace the library with their presence and the careful silence was broken too often. You and Namjoon were always left searching for an empty classroom to study both theory and practical applications. Your first exam was Transfiguration and Namjoon’s first exam was Charms. Needless to say, both of your nerves had been shot. You both had attempted to stay up late the night before, hoping to cram, but by eleven, you knew that you needed sleep. Namjoon and you had called it a night and decided to try to get some rest for tomorrow.

You tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to calm your racing nerves. If you failed this exam, you were done. If you got anything lower than an Exceeds Expectations, you could kiss your Healer dreams goodbye. Plus, there was the issue of Namjoon. You definitely did not want to let him down. He had spent countless hours tutoring you, becoming your friend, and maybe more. How would you face him if you failed? You turned over and watched the clock on your bedside table tick over and over, the repetition providing relief to your otherwise churning thoughts. Watching the clock, you finally fell into a fitful sleep.

The next morning you were up at the crack of dawn. You dressed quickly and found your way down to your favorite abandoned classroom. That’s where Namjoon found you over an hour later pacing back and forth, mumbling transfiguration incantations to yourself under your breath.

“Y/N!” He grabbed you by the shoulders and peered into your eyes.

You were jolted out of your fervor, “Namjoon? What are you doing here?”

“Hobi told me you were here working yourself up! Y/N I need you to stop worrying!”

“Stop worrying? How do I do that? This is the Transfig final! If I don’t pass this, I’m done! There goes everything, my healer dream, all that we’ve worked for! I’ll have wasted your time too! I just…” You rambled on and on without even a breath. Watching you, Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Baby, hey no! No!” He pulled you into his chest into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head. Somewhere within you, butterflies erupted again. He was holding you awfully close.

“Y/nie, you are brilliant, you know this material and I know you’re going to ace this exam. You hear me?” You snuggled into his chest further, nodding tentatively at his words. He rubbed your back comfortingly and peppered your crown with kisses. “You are my intelligent, gorgeous, brilliant girl and I know you will achieve all your dreams.” Namjoon softly spoke sweet nothings into your head while you calmed down from your impending panic attack in his arms.

Something, though, niggled in the back of your mind. Did he… did he call you his girl? What did that mean? You wanted to dissect his words further, but the great clock chimed 8:00 and you knew you had to assemble for your exam. You tensed at the gong, pulled away from Namjoon, smoothed your hair and patted down your clothes with shaky hands trying to calm your nerves.

“Y/N you are going to do great, you hear me?”

“Thank you Joon. Good luck to you too.”

Namjoon caught your hand in his and you both walked, in silence, to the Great Hall where you were then separated. Namjoon would take his Charms theory and practical exam first while you would take your Transfiguration theory and practical exam. You two would meet up again at lunch.

As you entered the side room, your eye caught Namjoon’s one last time. He shot you a thumbs up, which filled you with hope and you gave him a silly grin back. At the silly exchange your heart lifted and you, for the first time, felt confidence lightly flutter through you. You might just pass this exam.

Once you were seated and the exam had been passed out, you took a deep breath and flipped over the paper. Question 1: What is the incantation to conjure a small flock of yellow birds? Please state and describe the aftereffects. You grinned, remembering back to your first meeting with Namjoon and began furiously writing.

-

You came away from the theory exam feeling pretty good, albeit a little confused. Every question you had answered you could remember Namjoon’s deep voice patiently explaining and reexplaining. For some, you could even see Namjoon’s face in your head smiling that dimpled smile at you, his loud laugh when you cracked a joke. Namjoon had permeated this exam for you and his personality had maybe gifted you with the correct answers.

When your test group regathered, it was time for the practical exam. There were 15 booths set up, each with their own examination proctor. The proctor would ask questions and you would have to execute the spell. When you entered your booth, you were faced with a wizened old woman who introduced herself as your  examiner.

“Hello Miss Y/L/N, I will be your proctor for today. My name is Professor Caldwell. Are you ready?” You nodded, gulping nervously. “Then, let us begin. First, can you conjure this cup into a small dragon?”

You let out a small laugh, remembering how you had learned the spell in the first place. Namjoon had dragged a chest in to the classroom thinking that the bigger the object the easier it would be for you to conjure. However, you had ended up chasing a relatively large dragon around the classroom while Namjoon tried and failed to put out the fire on his robes. Shaking your head, you cast the spell, “Draconifors!” and the quill began to change. Smiling, the proctor looked at you and continued on. You attempted spell after spell, only stumbling once or twice until Professor Caldwell placed her test papers next to her and stood up to shake your hand warmly. “Congratulations, Miss Y/L/N, you have completed the test.” You looked into her warm brown eyes, edges wrinkled with smile lines, and hesitated.

“Miss Y/L/N? Do you have any questions for me?”

“I- uh, Yes, I do. But I am not sure you can answer.”

“Go ahead, and I will make that judgement myself.”

“How-,” Your voice came out squeaky with nerves. You cleared it and started again. “How did I do? Did I pass?”

“Well, Miss Y/L/N, I’m technically not supposed to answer that, but on my end, you’ve definitely passed. Barring your theory score, I’d give you an Outstanding for the spell work you have shown me today. Congratulations!”

At her words, your heart soared, and the widest grin spread across your face. You shook her hand tightly, thanking her profusely and raced out into the Entrance Hall, looking for Namjoon.

As you pushed past the throng of people, you both locked eyes and before you knew it, you were sprinting to him. People around you parted as you rushed up to him breathlessly. Instinctively, his arms opened, and you threw yourself into them, jumping up to hug him. You placed both hands around his broad, his wide smile calming your racing heart, as his arms came around you and caught your thighs, holding you up while you wrapped your legs around him in a bear hug. He laughingly set you down after hugging, “So I’m guessing that the exam went well? Mine went really well!”

“It went amazingly well.” You grabbed both his hands and looked up into his eyes, happiness overflowing your being. He started to pull away, but you stopped him. “Wait, one second,” He looked at you confused, and you giggled, “There’s something I want to try.”

With that you leaned up on the tips of your toes and pressed a featherlight kiss to Namjoon’s soft lips. As you left his lips, you whispered, “Thank you. For everything.” You turned to leave, but Namjoon tugged your arm back into his embrace, and pushed his lips back on yours. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding and wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands slid around your waist as he deepened the kiss, throwing all his emotions into it. Your soft lips melded together, as if finally meeting. After what seemed like an eternity, you two separated and leaned your heads against each other, caught in your own little bubble, until…

“Finally!” Yoongi and the rest of your group let out cheers and then the entire Entrance Hall was clapping. Joon and you turned bright red, and you hid your head in his chest, embarrassed by the attention. Namjoon let out his barking laugh and kissed the top of your head. “Jagi, I need to ask you something, and this time I refuse to mess it up. Go to Hogsmeade with me?” You nodded enthusiastically, still smiling widely and Joon caught your hand tightly and brought you in for another kiss. Turns out finding a tutor for Transfiguration really did help you.

A/N: ITS SO LONG, I’M STILL NERVOUS ABOUT THAT. God, I gotta get better at writing. Lemme know what you think. And Back and Forth isn’t done, I’m just lazy about updating. I promise I will update that soon!

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Jhope in the pink suit from the Daydream MV needed it’s own appreciation post

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our beloved summer | jjk (01)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader

genre/warnings: exes au, college au (in flashbacks), fluff, angst, eventual smut, kissing, swearing

rating: PG-13

word count: 8.4k

note: OKAY SHE IS FINALLY HERE. i am so nervous about this oh god i will hide in my bedroom and never come out again. anyway umm obviously all the technical stuff about music producing and album making comes from google so! blame google if i get things wrong about music making lol

playlist | series masterpost

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

The movies lied—college really isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Who even has the time to constantly go drinking and clubbing, deliver assignments on time, maintain a social life, all the while be expected to have a blooming love life? Definitely not you, and not when there’s a pain in your ass by the name of Jeon Jungkook.

The douchebag in your music theory class who’s always trying to one up you.

To be fair, he’s not a bad person (probably), but he’s just so goddamn annoying. 

It’s only your first semester, but you’ve already found a sworn enemy in Jungkook. The funny thing is, you and him share the same circle, and your friends all adore him to bits. 

Curse Kim Taehyung for bringing you into this mess.

(You got a job at the campus library nearly halfway into the semester, and that’s where you met Taehyung, a fellow part-time librarian and full-time stressed out college student. Though your majors and interests don’t exactly align—he’s studying Art History while you’re pursuing a Music degree—you somehow hit it off and he became your first real friend at college.

Taehyung introduced you to Jimin, his roommate, who then brought in someone that you recognized from class named Hoseok but had never really talked to before and… tragically for you, the bane of your existence, Jeon Jungkook.)

At every party and get-together that Taehyung drags you to, Jungkook is there. There was a part of you that hoped he was only an asshole to you because you two had been competing for first place in class, and it wouldn’t have mattered that much if the person with the highest GPA wasn’t given the opportunity to intern at an up-and-coming record label where one of the executives was old friends with your professor.

Neither of you got it in the end; the professor said you and Jungkook had too much “unhealthy” competition going on and decided to bestow the honor upon the third highest ranked in class which was Hoseok. (Okay, that was good for him, but still.)

Anyway, even outside of academia, Jungkook is insufferable only toward you while he’s a ray of sunshine to literally everybody else. You’ve seen him interact with other people, and you’ve witnessed how his attitude completely switches up when it comes to you. No, whenever he talks to you, sweet and bubbly Jungkook immediately morphs into a cocky and patronizing version of the man.

He probably thinks he’s so much better than you just because he happens to have a great singing voice (not that you would ever admit this to him) and you can’t belch out a single note to save your life. But newsflash buddy! Not every music major has to end up a singer.

Taehyung, Jimin, and even Hoseok have assured you that Jungkook doesn’t hate you, but who are they to say? They’ve never received the same treatment as you.

“On Earth, We’re Briefly Gorgeous?” You skim the cover and quirk an eyebrow. “Huh. I didn’t know you’re into stuff like this, Jeon.”

He isn’t. Though he was surprised that the school library even had a shelf for contemporary autobiographies, the only reason he borrowed it was because Taehyung mentioned in passing that it’s one of your favorite books.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” he mumbles under his breath, which you don’t catch.

When Jungkook lingers, you look at him in confusion. “I already know who you are. You don’t have to give me your student ID. You can go.”

“You should, uh, check if I damaged the book or something.”

“Did you?” you narrow your eyes at him.

“No, no… I mean– Just do it, will you?”

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you reach for the book but his hand shoots out to stop you. “Not right now,” he stammers. “Later.”

What the hell are you doing? You want to bark at him, but it’s nearly 9 o’clock and this tiresome day has drained the life out of you.

After you finished your last exam this morning, all you wanted was to go back to your room and get some much needed rest. But alas, the universe had different plans. Taehyung begged you to cover his shift at the library because the dumbass messed up the dates and bought his bus ticket home today instead of tomorrow to visit his family. You’d do anything for your friends so naturally you said yes, at the expense of your physically deteriorating form.

Right now, you just want to teleport to your dorm and sleep till the sun swallows up the Earth. “Fine,” you grumble, not having the energy to deal with whatever Jungkook’s schtick is, “anything else?”

He purses his lips, glances between you and the book, then shakes his head. He taps his fingers lightly against the wooden desk between you, like he wants to say something else but doesn’t know how to verbalize the words. If you weren’t so tired, maybe you’d even make fun of him for getting his panties in such a twist.

“Okay, um,” he says finally and turns to leave, “goodnight then.”

You only hum and wave a disinterested hand at his retreating form, not caring that he can’t see you. Leaning back against the chair that offers you zero lumbar support and has been killing your back for the past few hours, you groan loudly.

The library barely had anyone coming in today, probably because finals were over and everyone was either recovering from nights lost to exam preparation, or out drinking to celebrate the end of the semester. You highly doubt there would be anyone dropping by ten minutes before closing time, so you push yourself to your feet and start to gather your things.

After entering Jungkook’s name into the computer and ticking his borrowed book as ‘returned’, you flip through it boredly per his request. 

A piece of yellow paper slips from the pages and falls to the floor. When you go to pick it up, you freeze at the sight of a neatly scripted line in black ink. Surprise (or perhaps shock would be a better word) parts the fog in your brain.

Dinner this Saturday? – JK

The next afternoon, Jungkook comes back to the library with no book to return nor a need to borrow a new one. 

“Hey,” he gives you an awkward wave as he approaches, “how’s it going?”

You give him a small smile in greeting that you know must look weird and manufactured. Never in your few months of knowing him have you ever smiled at him on purpose. “Fine, thanks.”

“Did you, um, check the book?”

You stiffen, and this makes him stiffen. Jungkook knows you saw it.

Do you say yes? No? What’s the best course of action here? What did he even mean? Why would he ask you out for dinner? What does he want? Why was he acting so self-conscious about it? God, why isn’t Taehyung here to help you through this crisis?

Your lips tighten into a thin line as you contemplate your plan. Jungkook has never seemed shy around you. Maybe he’s just trying to be nice because all your friends are home to see their families, and you and him are the only ones who aren’t. Maybe he just pities you because he thinks you might be lonely.

“Yes,” you decide.

“And?” he prompts, growing more nervous by the second. What is up with this guy?

“Do you need to talk about something over dinner?”

“No, not really,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I just want to hang out with you, one on one. Get to know each other better, y’know…”

“Just the two of us?” you narrow your eyes at him skeptically. “Are you… asking me on a date?” That can’t be possible, right? But then, he was acting weird when he was returning the book. And he’s here again now, anxiously glancing between you and the door like he’s ready to bolt any second.

You can’t figure out what it means.

Is he messing with you? Is it all part of his plan to trick you into dressing up for him only to stand you up and humiliate you? He’s annoying, but you’ve never thought of him as someone who would do such a thing.

No… Jungkook might be the most irritating prick on the planet but he’s not that douchey.

“Yes?” he doesn’t sound so sure of it. He looks like he’s summoning the ground to swallow him whole under your scrutinizing gaze. “I mean,” he adds in a small voice, “if you want...”

It isn’t that you don’t find Jungkook attractive. God knows that man is blessed with looks that people dream about, but you suppose the hostility between you two has distracted you from that fact. Irritation eclipses attraction.

But that irritation is nowhere to be found now, not even an inkling. There’s mostly perplexity, and that certainly isn’t enough to trick you into thinking that Jungkook isn’t one of the most handsome men you’ve laid eyes on.

You can’t think properly in this stupefied state. The words slip out before you can make sense of the whole situation. “Sure, yeah, okay.”

Jungkook looks just as surprised as you are once you realize what you just said. Your eyes widen and your lips part. You should definitely take it back, this is absurd! Where’s your goddamn voice when you need it?

“Yeah? It’s a date?” he asks, gazing down at you with those stupid doe eyes that you haven’t fully taken in until now. They compel you to nod.

“Yeah… it’s a date.”

What is happening?

A few seconds pass, and part of you thinks he’ll start laughing in the middle of the library but you’d be the one embarrassed.

Instead, Jungkook gives you a big bunny grin that has you startled. You’ve never been on the receiving end of it before, having gotten used to his arrogant smirk and condescending tone the entire semester. But this is clearly something you didn’t expect. It’s kind of… beautiful, actually.

Before you can react, he’s already headed for the door. He waves enthusiastically, nerves seemingly gone now, and calls out in a loud voice that you would usually frown at and shush people for. “I’ll text you!”

What if it ends up a huge disaster? Well, then you suppose you’d go back to hating each other and forget the whole thing happened. But there’s a possibility even worse that you can’t even begin to fathom right now. If it goes well, would there be another date? 

What should you wear? What’s a good outfit that doesn’t make it seem like you’re trying too hard? It’s January though, should you sacrifice warmth for fashion? Where’s that pair of lace underwear that you bought last month–

Wait, why do you care?

God, why is this happening?

You were definitely overthinking this. These were the questions plaguing your every waking moment since that day at the library until this afternoon, a couple hours before your… date. Your brain went haywire the moment he left the library and evidently, it didn’t get a chance to calm down. 

(When you called to tell Taehyung about it after the realization that you would actually be going on a date with Jungkook hit you like a truckload of bricks, your friend gasped and mumbled to himself something you couldn’t quite catch over the phone, something about owing money to someone.)

In the end, you settled on a fitted sweater and your favorite winter coat. Mostly because Jungkook showed up right on time and you spent too long fussing over the possibilities to think of anything else to wear. 

It was awkward at first with neither of you knowing how to act. What’s a girl gotta do on a date with her arch nemesis? No one writes guides on these kinds of things, not even Buzzfeed. You actually considered shaking his hand when you saw him, but he pulled you into a loose hug before you could do anything else.

Throughout the evening, he felt like a stranger. It wasn’t the Jungkook that you’d been used to, the one who constantly volunteered to make your life a living hell.

No, tonight you were with a different Jungkook. You laughed with each other, smiled at each other, let your hand intentionally brush the other’s but never gathered enough courage to actually lace them together. There was still banter, but not the kind that you hated.

There was no trace of the jerk who always irritated you to no end and instead, Jungkook was softer, incredibly sweeter and thoughtful. You felt like you were meeting him for the first time.

It was refreshing, but also… disheartening? These past few months, you could’ve liked him rather than despise him had he shown this side of himself to you. You suppose that’s a question for another occasion; you don’t want to risk turning the mood sour.

Now, as he’s walking you back to your dorm, only one question lingers on your mind. 

“Tonight was actually… really nice,” you admit shyly.

He laughs softly then. “Did you expect it to crash and burn?”

“Yes,” your lack of hesitation only spurs on his chortles. He sounds like he could be an Elmo impersonator.

Once the laughter dies down, you’re left staring at each other in front of your building. The mid January cold bites at your exposed skin, making you shiver lightly and your nose redden. Your skin heats up for a reason other than the wind.

“We’re here,” you say, lamely pointing to the front door. “Guess I should head inside…”

You watch Jungkook visibly gulp as he nods, eyes locking onto yours for a brief second before his gaze falls to the ground, then back to your face again.

You haven’t gone out with someone in a while, but you still know what should happen now.

Will he kiss you? Do you want him to kiss you? Wow, you think. You never imagined there would come a day where you would have to ponder about something like this. Taehyung would be hounding you for days if he got to pick your brain right now. Oh One Direction, just how fast the night changes indeed…

Jungkook takes a step closer and your heart involuntarily picks up a couple beats. When he leans down, it has your stomach doing somersaults. But the tingly sensation is soon replaced with disappointment when you feel his lips press against your cheek.

Damn.

“Goodnight,” he smiles when he pulls away. 

You’re sure you look flushed, but it isn’t something that can’t be easily blamed on the cold. You return his smile and bid him a safe walk home before turning toward your dorm.

Once there’s some distance between you and Jungkook, you can’t help but ghost your fingers over the spot where his lips were. 

Goddamn. God damn him, god damn those stupid lips and god damn those stupid eyes.

This isn’t how you imagined you would spend your semester break. The moment you set foot in your room, you know you’ll begin to analyze every single detail that happened over the last few hours. You had a good time, but didn’t he? Is that why he only pecked your cheek like you were his grandma?

Oh God, not to mention the way your heart dropped when he didn’t kiss you. On the mouth! Jeon Jungkook! 

As you riffle through your cluttered purse to fetch your keycard with an even more cluttered mind, a hand lands on your shoulder. Instinctively, you gasp and jerk away.

Naturally, your heels are your downfall in this moment of hasty panic. Your purse drops to the ground as your arms flail in the air. Seconds feel like hours as you await the impending collision between your butt and the asphalt, though it never comes.

The hand that was on your shoulder is clutching your arm tightly to keep you upright. It might leave a bruise tomorrow, but at least it’s the only thing keeping you from falling ass first right now.

“Shit! I’m sorry, that was so stupid,” Jungkook stutters as he helps you steady yourself. “I called your name but you didn’t respond.” 

He should be the one embarrassed, but somehow you are. When he picks up your purse and hands it to you, the awkwardness from earlier returns. You’re staring at each other again; whoever is watching the security cameras must be having a blast.

You clear your throat. “Oh, I must’ve been… thinking. Did you, uh, need anything else?”

“No,” he mutters as he fumbles with his fingers. “No, I…”

Okay, this just took a turn for the worse. This is going to be what you fixate on for the rest of the break—how you almost fell on your ass in front of Jeon Jungkook, because of Jeon Jungkook. 

He seems to be having a different kind of dilemma than you though. He still has an apologetic look on his face, but he shakes his head a little more harshly than necessary, as if that would erase what just happened from existence. He clasps his hands together firmly, like he’s about to give you a sales pitch.

Fuck it, Jungkook thinks, now or never.

“I chickened out earlier,” he says and loops an arm around your waist, tugging you closer and effectively making you gasp at the suddenness. His other hand brushes your hair from your face and settles on your cheek, the one he kissed only minutes prior. “I wanted to do this.”

He leans down for the second time tonight, and this time you know what’s coming. More importantly, you know you want it to happen. Your faces are so close that you can see the small scar on his cheek; your fingers itch to trace that line of his skin. You hope there’ll be another time for that.

Still, he doesn’t kiss you just yet. He waits a moment to see if you’d pull away and when you don’t, he just smiles. Like he can’t believe this is finally happening.

His pillowy lips meet yours in a tentative greeting. It’s slow at first, you’re both just testing the waters.

A goodbye to your old dynamic now that a line has been crossed and you two can never go back to the way it was. A hello to a new beginning and to the seeds that it’s planting in your chest, right beside your heart.

His body wraps around you as his mouth envelopes your own, everything is just a little surreal that you get lightheaded. It’s kind of… nice, and you tell yourself it’s the heat radiating off his body that’s making you feel this warm.

When you pull apart, you would’ve thought it was a fever dream if it wasn't for the blush that colored his cheeks. His lips are shiny from the kiss, and his eyes are still glued to your mouth.

Okay, so maybe there are two things you’ll never forget about today: How you almost fell on your ass, and how he kissed you.

He laughs breathlessly to himself and pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours while you remain speechless.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since your presentation on tonal systems.”

Eight Years Later

Wednesday. The absolute worst day of the week.

You can’t even remember what made you hate Wednesdays so much, but you always feel a sense of dread whenever the middle of the week rolls around. Maybe it’s because every bad news you’ve received in your life has mostly been delivered on a Wednesday. That’s why you never work, or do anything really, on this day, and given that you don’t have a traditional 9-to-5 job, it gives you more leeway to skip work anyway. It’s your own self-care day, where you allow yourself to stop worrying about anything and just be. 

Nothing bad can happen if you don’t let it, right? (It’s definitely not a logical plan, but whatever, let’s just entertain this.)

When the incessant rings of your doorbell echo throughout your apartment at 7:56 on this—surprise, surprise—Wednesday morning, you already know it can’t be anything good.

Your sleep-hazed brain doesn’t allow you much to work with. It’s too early for deliveries, and all of your friends and co-workers know better than to bother you on Hump Day, least of all in the morning at that. So when you throw open your door, ready to tear a new one into this godforsaken person who woke you up from your slumber, never would you ever expect to see a ghost from your past standing in front of you. Not in a million years—because it has been years, hasn’t it? 

No, not a ghost—the ghost, one who has been haunting you since the summer of your college graduation.

Him. In the flesh. In a simple black blazer thrown over a t-shirt but still looking every bit like the sun on the day he left you. Jeon Jungkook.

You must still be dreaming, right? There’s no reason for him to show up at your door after all these years of radio silence and oh yeah, especially after he—once the keeper of your heart—crushed it into pieces and even went the extra mile to cut it up like finely-chopped garlic, and left you. Besides, how does he even know where you live now? There is absolutely no reason for him to be here. It must be the bottle of rosé you wholeheartedly chugged last night while rewatching Goblin. That’s right, this is just a figment of your worst imaginatio–

“Long time no see, stranger.”

You almost jump. Oh no, it speaks. Was your wine laced with hallucinogens? Your brows knit together and your lips part in bewilderment.

In this nightmare of yours, he looks good. Jungkook always did manage to look effortlessly handsome even if he had just rolled out of bed. Still the same pillowy pink lips, same sparkling doe eyes boring into yours. His hair is styled differently, in an unfamiliar way that you’ve only been acquainted with through the photos that he gets tagged in online. He’s back to his black hair though, with zero traces of the blond head that he sported last year. You never did get a chance to see what it looked like in real life, but once in college, you and him had laughed about the possibility of him dyeing his hair golden and how it would look so terrible. That didn’t turn out to be the case, obviously. 

It’s not until the figure in front of you snaps his fingers that you realize you’ve been gaping for the past few minutes. You reach a hand out to poke him in the shoulder, and you almost gasp when he doesn’t dissipate into thin air.

What the fuck.

Jungkook only chuckles. “Aren’t you gonna invite me in?”

You let yourself gape at him for another minute before you speak. “Why are you here? How do you know where I live?”

“A little birdy told me,” he smiles, but soon gives up when you remain unimpressed. “Fine, it was Tae.”

Taehyung, that fucking traitor. You make a mental note to send him a very strongly worded letter.

You exhale in annoyance. “Get to the point. What do you want?”

“So…” he starts, rubbing his hands together as he looks at you, “I’m assuming you know Jin, right?”

“Jin? Kim Seokjin?” you stare at him like he’s stupid. “Global superstar Jin? Two-time Grammy nominee Jin? Turned-down-an-offer-to-be-in-a-Bond-soundtrack Jin? The guy with the face of a Greek God and the voice of an angel? That Jin?”

He pokes a tongue into his cheek, a very Jungkook thing that you haven’t seen in a very long time. He used to do that when he was annoyed or jealous, and to be fair, they often overlapped. “Yeah, that Jin.”

“Sure,” you shrug, “I’ve heard of him.”

“Well, I’m producing his new album. No, I should be producing his new album, and…”

You raise an eyebrow, shooting him a pointed look. And? C’mon, out with it.

“He’ll only sign with us if… if we get you on board as the primary songwriter.”

If it were anyone else saying this to you, you probably would’ve jumped up and down in pure excitement and called every single person you know to brag about the international pop sensation wanting to work with you. Snatching an opportunity like this will most likely ensure that you’ll never be unemployed again, not when you’ve had a hand in creating a Kim Seokjin album. It’s the big break you’ve always dreamed of, the one to propel you forward and get your name circulating around the industry. Just imagine the kind of apartment you could get with Kim Seokjin-level royalties.

If it were anyone else asking, you would’ve fainted, woken up again, and said yes in a heartbeat. Instead, it’s your ex boyfriend who’s propositioned you out of the blue because it’s really him who needs to make this work.

In the moment—and to be fair, in the morning too—you’re not level-headed enough to weigh the pros and cons. If he’s the producer, you’d also be working with him and you don’t think you have the capacity to handle being in the same space as Jeon Jungkook, and even for months on end until the album is fleshed out. But it isn’t even just that, there’s a petty voice inside your head screaming at you to forgo whatever success you may garner from this project, just for the sake of fucking him over.

You’ve heard enough chatter about Jin to know that he isn’t someone that can be sweet-talked and bargained with. If he wants something, he has to get it. If not, the man walks.

You succumb to the pettiness. “I’ll have you know, my email is just blowing up with offers. I’m doing quite well for myself.”

Okay, it’s not completely untrue. Your inbox might not be on the verge of combustion from an overload of messages, but you have made a name for yourself. Since your project with Agust D last year, your songwriting has definitely been a sought after commodity, but not anywhere near the circles of Kim Seokjin though.

The smirk on Jungkook’s face drops, and in its place a smile blooms across his lips, an earnest smile. “I know.”

You’re taken aback by the sincerity, and how you still think his smile is beautiful enough to part way for the sun on cloudy days. Like Kim Taehyung, your own heart becomes a traitor when it misses a beat.

Jungkook’s acknowledgment of your achievements has you blinking at him to make sure you heard him right. It takes you a moment to regain your composure and straighten up. “Oh… Then you know how it is. I don’t have time to take on another project. Off you go now.”

“C’mon, you won’t even consider it for an old friend?”

Your mouth sets in a grim line as you stare at him, and he knows from the way your jaw clenches that he’s said the wrong thing.

No, he’s not an old friend. And while he knows of your achievements and that you’ve created somewhat of a decent life for yourself, he doesn’t know that your first day of work started with false bravado and nearly ended with a breakdown in a lavender-scented bathroom stall when you remembered that the only person you wanted to talk to about your day wouldn’t be there when you got home.

He doesn’t know you used to get so shitfaced on a weekly basis that Taehyung became genuinely concerned for your health at one point, that he and Jimin had to sit you down for a talk before they thought your liver would give out.

He doesn’t know how much it fucking hurts to be suckerpunched by someone you thought was the love of your life, to be disregarded and abandoned as if years together held the significance of mere days in the end. To be left without a single word as to why you weren’t good enough for him.

So no, Jungkook isn’t an old friend. Sometimes you think maybe it would have been better if that’s all he ever was to you.

“We’re not friends,” you declare eerily calmly that you even surprise yourself. The door closes in his face with a click. The wood under your palm should feel light, but somehow it weighs a thousand pounds now.

Old friend, you mull over the word in your head. Is that all you’ve been reduced to? You’re reminded once again that you hate Jeon Jungkook, and this sensation poking into your heart like a sharp needle is just your accumulated disdain toward him—nothing more. 

For a split second you wonder if you should have let yourself feel that January cold instead of his warmth.

You can’t go back to sleep now that your entire morning has been ruined. 

[08:38] You: Kim Taehyung.

[08:38] You: is there anything u would like to tell me

[08:39] You: ? 😇

[08:52] Taebear 🐻: ?? it’s not 10 yet why are you up

[08:53] You: answer the question, Kim 😇

[08:53] Taebear 🐻: what are you on about

[08:55] Taebear 🐻: is this because i ate your ice cream the other day?

[08:56] You: what ice cream

[08:58] Taebear 🐻: that white flavor with the chocolate bits

[08:59]: ????

[08:59] You: wtf u ate THE haagen dazs irish whiskey and chocolate waffle ice cream that i’ve been saving ?? fuck that was limited edition

[09:00] You: wait no i can’t even focus on that right now. why the fuck was jeon jungkook at my apartment on this godforsaken wednesday morning??

[09:04] Taebear 🐻: oh

[09:04] Taebear 🐻: damn

[09:09] You: ?????

[09:09] You: that’s all u have to say ???

As irritated as you are at Taehyung, you refrain from calling to yell at him while he’s at work. So when he casually strolls into your apartment at lunch with a takeaway bag of two poké bowls from your favorite diner, you know he’s here to spill the beans. (And also to butter you up; he even splurged on a side of tobiko and a large taro boba for when you’re finished.) The sight of the food dilutes your anger; you gotta hand it to him—Kim Taehyung knows the way to your heart. (Hint: it’s through your stomach.)

The moment he sets his and your food on the dining table, you immediately narrow your eyes at him. “Explain, Kim.”

Taehyung runs a hand through his hair, sighing as he begins to mix the content of your bowl for you. “Jungkook asked me where you lived like a month ago, said he needed to ask for a work favor. But then he didn’t do anything after that so I forgot about it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when he asked?”

“He told me not to.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest, mouth hanging open to gape at him, flabbergasted. “And you listened to him? You’re supposed to be on my side!” Are you childish for wanting Taehyung to be on your side? He has always been closer to you; he was your friend first. “I can’t believe you’d do me dirty like that, Tae. I feel so betrayed right now. I got you in the divorce and Jungkook got Jimin. I can’t believe you’d go running off to daddy like that.”

He scrunches his face in distaste. “Ugh, please don’t call Jungkook my daddy.” He pushes the bowl toward you.

Silence settles over your apartment aside from the sounds of cutlery against ceramic. As you munch on your rice and spicy mayo salmon, Taehyung asks warily. “You good though?”

Jungkook has always been a sensitive subject, clearly. With your shared circle of friends from college and even now with your mutual connections in the industry, you’re surprised that you haven’t run into him at all in the past five years. 

You only grumble around a mouthful of food. You take your sweet time with your poké and when you’re finished, you wash it down with a generous sip of the boba Taehyung brought over. Salmon and milk tea are probably not the best combo though.

“Positively dandy.” It’s just my ex who I haven’t seen in half a decade and would’ve liked to never see again for the rest of my miserable life. “Live, laugh, love, Kim.”

He only squints at you. Though your face is devoid of any emotion—you have to praise your own poker face when someone brings up Jungkook, it’s taken you a hell of a long time to master—your bitter tone is a dead giveaway of how much the surprise reunion is affecting you.

You should’ve suspected that Kim Taehyung was up to no good when he suddenly called to treat you to lunch two days later. The man even insisted that you order the most expensive thing on the menu, something that you and him have only reserved for celebrations.

You never thought that one day, food would be your downfall.

A figure slides into the chair next to yours after you gulp down the last of your drink, and it became all too clear what Kim Taehyung had been scheming. You should really be more cautious when people randomly start offering you food; it’s becoming a problem.

You look at the intruder with wide eyes, fingers still gripping the glass. “What are you doing here?”

“Listen.” It’s Taehyung who speaks up, drawing your attention away from Jungkook. “Just hear him out–”

“Kim Taehyung!” You kick him in the shin under the table, to which he yelps and gets a few heads turning in the semi-crowded restaurant. “You backstabbing bitch!”

“God, you’re so dramatic. Just hear him out, okay? I think this could be really good for your career.”

Your jaw clenches, and both men notice the way you slightly scooch away from the one next to you. Damn them and damn you. You’re always more pliant with a satiated stomach; maybe that’s why Jungkook didn’t show up until after you had finished eating. 

Waving a hand in the air in defeat, you motion for your ex to do whatever it is that he came here to do. Mostly, you want to waste his time just to say no to him in the end.

Jungkook immediately launches into a whole speech about how this could be Jin’s greatest album yet if they had you on the team. Apparently Jin has been itching to sink his claws into you ever since he found out you worked with Yoongi; you knew the two of them were friends, but you didn’t realize that your work even drew that kind of attention.

As the man explains what the album concept would be, your resolve almost breaks. Fuck, if it doesn’t sound like something right up your alley. You’re already envisioning everything you could do with this album, the lyrics that are practically writing themselves inside your head. Nevertheless, it isn’t that simple. There’s always a but, and that but is sitting right beside you, droning on about how this album might actually be the one to score Jin his first Grammy win. Jungkook didn’t seem fazed when he saw you the other day, and he sure isn’t fazed now. You’re supposed to be someone he used to love, but the way he’s so nonchalant makes you feel like you were never more than just a mere acquaintance.

When he’s finished, you don’t respond. Instead, you turn to your friend. “Seriously, Tae,” you scoff, glaring at the man sitting across from you. This is the second time that Kim Taehyung has betrayed you in a span of two days; one more strike and you might just key his car. “I can’t believe you ran off to daddy again.”

He rolls his eyes at you while Jungkook raises a brow in amusement and leans back against his chair. “I told you not to say that,” he grumbles. “But honestly, I’m saying this as your best friend–”

“My best friend wouldn’t use my greatest weakness to trick me.”

“Oh my God, just—listen, do you not see what an insane opportunity this is? It’s Kim Seokjoon, for crying out loud. Even I know who that is and you tell me all the time that I have zero knowledge of pop culture.”

“Kim Seokjin,” Jungkook pipes in before you can.

“Oh, shit,” Taehyung scratches his head awkwardly, “right, well, my point still stands. You’ve always wanted something like this to happen, so why are you doing this to yourself now? Just because it’s Ju–”

“Tae.” Your gaze hardens as you look at him, and Jungkook sees how you and the older man communicate without having to utter a single word. He never understood the connection, the bond, between the two of you but he has always appreciated the fact that you have someone like Taehyung. Someone who understands you in ways that he couldn’t, who looks out for you and takes care of you no matter what, who made sure you wouldn’t fall when Jungkook was the one to shatter the ground beneath you.

After a minute, Taehyung softens. “I’m just saying,” he nudges your foot under the table to ease the tension, “when are you gonna get a chance like this again? Some things aren’t worth sacrificing your dreams for.”

He’s right, and you know you’re being childish. When are you going to get an offer of this magnitude? This is your dream; this is something you’ve been working toward all these years. Are you really about to let it pass you by because of Jungkook?

You turn away from both of them and close your eyes, sighing as you expel the weight in your chest. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, “my life is a dumpster fire waiting to blow up. Fucking hell.”

“Language, sailor,” Jungkook scolds you lightly. “How can someone with such a foul mouth write lyrics that beautiful? You never used to swear this much.”

You choose to fire back at him rather than focus on the fact that he listens to your songs. “The keyword here is “used to”. You don’t know me anymore.”

He stares at you, and once again he knows he’s dug his own grave, earning even more points in your bad books. He only meant to be playful, but now he doesn’t know how to respond to that.

Thankfully, Taehyung chimes in. “It can’t hurt to think about it right? It’s a good opportunity.” 

Your brows knit together and you fist the hem of your shirt. You look a little distressed, and Jungkook remembers how you used to do this to will yourself before you committed to something you really don’t want to. It used to be research papers for psychology classes, but now it’s him.

“Fine, I will think about it.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” Jungkook says, his voice a little smaller now. He hands you the folder that he’s been holding, and you gulp when his hand brushes yours, just barely. “Here’s the creative brief. Let me know what you think, alright? My business card is in there.”

As Taehyung watches the two of you, he isn’t entirely convinced if this is such a good idea anymore. Career-wise, you’d be out of your mind not to snatch this offer right off the bat; but emotionally speaking, there’s still something that he can’t properly decipher between you and Jungkook.

He sees the way the younger man glances at you, and the way you wouldn’t look at him. Taehyung has noticed how your tone has grown subconsciously more defensive and overly nonchalant the past couple of days, as if you’re trying to convince yourself and everybody else that you’re doing fine. For years, you’ve been claiming that you despise Jungkook and that the resentment you have toward him will never change, but no one has really been able to confirm that hypothesis. You haven’t been in the same room since college, and it’s a hell of a lot easier to say you’re over someone when you aren’t standing in front of them and looking into their eyes.

Nonetheless, it’s his duty as your friend to make sure you choose what’s best for you, and this—no matter how ludicrous it sounds to you—will do you more good than harm. Whatever may happen, he knows you’ll never forgive yourself if you miss this chance. And just like how Taehyung has helped you through your toughest days before, he can do it again. You’ve recovered from Jungkook once, you can do it a second time.

…Right?

Naturally, you had to go and get sloshed that night. Alone, because Taehyung had a work function that he couldn’t skip and though he promised to take you out to drown your sorrows the next day instead, you just couldn’t wait to forget about Jungkook.

On his birthday the year of your breakup, you had called him to wish him a happy birthday even though he never made an effort to reach out to you at all after you went your separate ways; or rather, he went his own way and you were left there all alone. The line rang, and rang, and finally when the call connected, you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs at the sound of a woman’s voice filtering through the speaker, airy and giggly.

“Is this… Jungkook’s phone?” you tried to keep your voice from breaking.

“Jungkook?” the woman sounded confused. “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number.”

You promptly ended the call afterward, not knowing whether to feel relieved that no, he didn’t get a new girlfriend, or dejected because he changed his number and didn’t tell you.

Well, of course, why would he? You broke up and Jungkook made it blatantly obvious that he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. It hurt you to admit it—something that had once been so unimaginable now taking over every aspect of your life—that you had become strangers who once meant the world to each other.

Shit happens. People wake up and fall out of love everyday. People change, then they leave. Life goes on.

It didn’t mean much, but you deleted the number that night.

Now, as you’re staring at this new set of digits you took from the business card Jungkook had given you, anxiety bubbles in your stomach. The fact that you’re actually considering it, means you’ll say yes. It is an incredible opportunity, Taehyung didn’t need to do all of that for you to see it. But partly because it’s Jungkook who’s asking, and you’re weak despite how many times you’ve claimed to hate his guts. Despite wanting to say no with your entire being, he affects you in ways that you never thought were still possible. Though you haven’t agreed to his proposition, your mind is already picturing what will happen when history inevitably repeats itself.

You’ll say yes, he’ll take what he needs from you, and he will leave. You will go back to being strangers again. The numbers staring at you in blue light will be another set for you to delete.

That’s why Jimin is here now, at the wine bar where he’s found himself with Taehyung so many times before just to pick you up and drag your drunken self home.

But Taehyung isn’t here tonight because of the aforementioned work event so Jimin brought backup—it just happens that it’s the same person you're trying your hardest to forget about.

(They were lounging on Jungkook’s couch playing video games when the call came and interrupted Jimin. When Taehyung’s voice rang through the speakers to inform him of your situation and how Jimin would have to handle it alone this time, Jungkook’s curiosity was instantly piqued. 

“I’ll take you,” he said to the older man. “You didn’t drive here anyway.”

“Oh, you’re with Kook?” Taehyung asked hesitantly, then went quiet for a moment after Jimin confirmed. “Yeah, sure, you should take him with you. She probably won’t remember it…”)

“Jiminie,” you whine loudly once your friend helps you into the car, “Jiminieee.”

“Yes, what? I’m right here.”

“I saw Jungkook again. Twice.”

“Oh?” He looks at the younger man, unsure of how to proceed. “How did it go?”

Jungkook watches your face in the rearview mirror. Your hooded eyes are looking out the window, blinking lazily every few seconds before closing completely shut. He thinks you might have fallen asleep until you speak up a few minutes later.

“He didn’t ask how I’ve been doing. He just showed up out of the blue because he needed something from me and didn’t even bother to ask if my life’s been okay or anything. I–It made me feel so insignificant.”

For a moment, the already stuffy air in the car thickens. You sound like you’re sober, like you’re saying all of this under the guise of inebriation to see how he would react. But before either man can respond, you’re lolling your head to the side and mumbling incoherently again. Jungkook swallows, and Jimin remains quiet for the rest of the drive. The only sounds are your occasional hiccups and giggles.

When the car pulls up to your apartment complex, Jimin is too preoccupied with hauling you out of the vehicle to notice Jungkook’s hesitation to help him lug you into the building, but he does anyway. He hasn’t touched you in years, and you won’t even remember it in the morning.

It’s been so long, but when his arm wraps securely around your waist, it seems like no time has passed at all. His hand on your body still feels familiar and not as foreign as he would expect. Since you’re mostly leaning against Jungkook, it stirs a strange sensation in his gut when your head falls to rest in the crook of his neck. 

The elevator ride only lasts a few minutes, but he can’t focus with the way your warm breath is fanning his skin. When he crashed your lunch date with Taehyung 12 hours earlier, he didn’t expect the day would end like this—with you in his arms again, though the circumstances could’ve been better.

Once you make it to your door, you immediately perk up. “Oh?” You turn to Jungkook, as if you’ve only just noticed him for the first time tonight. “Chimmy, who’s your friend here?”

Jimin doesn’t reply, too busy ruffling through the chaos in your bag to find your keys and letting Jungkook hold you up by himself. (He never understands why women carry so many useless things around. The only things a person should need to bring with them outside are keys, phone and wallet. Maybe a pack of gum and condoms. Why do you even have a flask of vodka when you were already headed to a bar?)

When he takes too long, you turn to him and whisper. “Bitch, your friend is so cute!” (Only you think you’re whispering.) Jungkook chuckles as he tightens his grip on you. He can’t help but think you’re adorable—you’ve always been a cute drunk in his eyes, though if you would probably smack yourself over the head if you were aware of the words coming out of your mouth. It’s nice to hear that you still find some part of him tolerable.

Jimin lets out a triumphant sigh when he finally pulls your keys from the bag. The way he navigates your apartment in the dark and makes a beeline for what Jungkook assumes is your bedroom makes him wonder how many times the older man has done this whenever you’ve had one too many. Jungkook purposefully, albeit awkwardly, stands in the middle of your living room, glancing at your open door at Jimin who’s setting you on the bed and struggling to take off your jacket because you keep flailing your arms trying to hug him. Jungkook could help, but he feels like being in your home is already pushing his luck, let alone your bedroom, even if you aren’t quite conscious of his presence.

He takes the liberty of looking around, smiling to himself when he sees traces of you in every corner. Picture frames are scattered across your apartment—of you and your friends, your family, even Taehyung’s dog Yeontan because you love the little fluff ball so much. Dainty trinkets from your travels and art prints that you always said were pretentious but you secretly liked them anyway. 

No photos of you and him, but that makes sense of course.

Jimin emerges from your bedroom after a while, leaving the door ajar to see if you’re sleeping soundly before they leave. This is the first time in years that he has seen you and Jungkook in such close vicinity of each other. Sure, you’re drunk out of your mind, but still.

“She didn’t mean what she said earlier,” he says as he hands Jungkook a glass of water.

“She did. It’s fine, it’s not like she said anything wrong,” he takes a sip to wash away the slight sting creeping up his spine. “Of course I wanna know how she’s been, hyung. I just didn’t think I had the right to ask. I didn’t know it made her feel that way.”

Jimin sighs, unsure of what to say. Wounds that he thought had scabbed over are starting to bleed again, but this time it seems like it’s affecting the both of you. You were once each other’s safe haven, but now the waters are murky, and no one has a single clue on how to chart them.

A couple of sentences, but this might be the most that Jungkook has talked about you in years. You’re in the same circle of friends, your name was bound to come up in conversation. Whenever it happened, he would simply not contribute anything to the topic, or excuse himself to go to the bathroom until chatter about you has stopped.

He has always refused to disclose anything about the breakup when anyone asked. No one knows what really happened back then; not his brother, not his closest friends, and certainly not you.

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BACKGROUND CHARACTER VIBES

A Choi Yeonjun x Reader smau

Masterlist

Girlboss Era Profiles

Characters:

Jeon Y/N: Younger sister of Jeon Jungkook, the famous singer, who keeps her family life as private as she can. She does not want people befriending her in order to get closer to her brother. She is a junior at HYBE university studying psychology. Has a giant crush on one of her friend, Soobin's, friend and visits the library often to see him, but she doesn't even know his name!

Cho Hye-won (Zoa): YN's ultimate best friend, refuses to let herself overshadow yn, even though yn tries to let that happen. Has been friends with yn since middle school and is the only person in their friend group that knows about yn's brother. Wants to be an idol one day but isn't serious enough about it. Junior at HYBE majoring in dance.

Shin Ryujin: One of yn's friends, the oldest of the group and takes on the mother friend role. Treats the girls like her younger sisters or her children. Isn't always the best with her words, but almost never has bad intentions. Senior at HYBE studying drama.

Lee Sunmi: Known as Sunny by her friends, she is both a ray of sunshine and total chaos. Isn't too friendly with new people and has a hard time making friends, so she's very grateful for the girls. Sprained her ankle over winter break but is fully healed now!Junior at HYBE, studying dance. 

Jung Eunbi (Eunha): Totally is not obsessed with pink. She is a total social butterfly and loves making new friends. She radiates happiness and is very popular on campus. She frequently goes out on dates and hooks up with guys, but she never settles for anything serious. Senior at HYBE studying journalism.

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is always the sidekick and never the hero. It’s always about her friends and their drama, but she doesn’t mind. It’s better to just be quiet and blend in when your brother is THE Jungkook, the most popular singer of last year. With spring semester of her junior year of university approaching, yn is not ready for classes or for her crush Choi Yeonjun to notice her.

Or, Yeonjun finds himself captivated by the quiet psychology student that keeps rejecting Soobin’s request to become a tutor.

Hope you enjoy their profiles and getting to learn about these girls a bit more! Will post the profiles for the other character groups soon! For now, the title of the series will be Background Character Vibes, as I do want the focus to be on the reader not being everyone's favorite. I'm tired of reading stories where everything revolves around the reader lol. I hope this can be something people can enjoy reading too! <3

[btsbling]

— Vanilla Mornings — jjk

☁️ pairing: Jungkook x Fem!reader

☁️ genre: Fluff, Marriage!au

☁️ summary: mornings with him in your cozy, humble abode

☁️ warnings: smut, vanilla sex sort of?, unprotected sex (stay safe!), eating out

☁️ w/c: 1.45k

©️Btsbling (Except for the fanfiction, i do not own BTS or any members)

The bright early rays of sunshine washed into the room, painting it with a beautiful palette of amber gradients.

Steady heartbeats made your eyes slowly open, getting used to the early morning. Jungkook’s muscled arm lazily draped across your waist as he was still deep in dreamland. 

You smiled, the warm feeling of pure love and tranquility made you want to stay in this moment for the rest of my days.

In the warm arms of your lover.

Looking out the window, the sun greeted you as a new day dawned. 

It was...Magnificent. 

You snuggled closer to Jungkook, taking a whiff of his vanilla scent that he regularly uses. Everything was perfect.

Outside, the trees began to sway slightly as they welcomed the soft breeze. There were hardly anyone in sight. 

It felt like you were living in a world where there was only you and him. 

You shifted to stare at him, a smile gracing your face as you silently watched him sleep. Till this day, you still couldn’t believe that this man, in all his glory, was yours.

You never thought that you could be this lucky, and truthfully you didn’t deserve him. But that wouldn’t stop you from loving this man with your whole heart, heck you would take a bullet for him.

You knew fully well that he would do the same for you. 

You lifted your arm, hands softly brushing his hair away from his fringe, the silver ring gleamed from your fingers. Memories of the previous night making you flush slightly but smile in happiness. 

You remembered Jungkook’s gentle yet desperate hands removing your wedding dress, moaning as he took off every piece of clothing while looking into your eyes.

He treated you like the queen you were, and his words made you feel another level of pride and confidence.

You remembered the way he held you tight, whispering sweet-nothings into your ear as he thrusted into you.

The way he appreciated you with his tongue, his hands and the way he made you feel like you were in a world of pure ecstacy. 

You held up his hand in yours, interwinding them together as his finger dawned the similar wedding band as yours. 

As of yesterday, you were officially his wife, his Mrs Jeon. 

Jungkook awoke to you pressing light and feathery kisses on his neck. You were wearing his large shirt that made you look super delicious as you sat on top of him, attempting to wake him up. 

“Honey, wake up” You whispered cutely in his ear. Jungkook held you tight before shifting positions with you till you were lying under him, giggling as he whined in your neck. 

“don wanna baby, you’re so warm. So freaking nice” he mumbled. You let out a big chuckle and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as your laughter passed as beautiful melodies in his ears.

Jungkook hugged you impossibly tighter as you let out a groan, “Kookie you’re crushing me--” He loosened his hold you, resting on his elbows, staring down at his love. 

Even in the early hours of the day, you were still as beautiful, maybe even more radiant than you looked, the first time he saw you. Memories flashed through his mind, going through the two years you had spent together and now he had the blessing to be able to spend the rest of his life with you by his side. 

Your hands touched his cheeks, bringing him back from his unconscious daze. 

“What are you thinking about?” you asked him softly, with a gentle smile. “How much i freaking love this absolute goddess right in front of me” he said, lowering his head to kiss your neck, where he new you were the most sensitive.

You moaned in response, arching your neck, giving him more access to your sensitive skin. “I’m so..freaking...lucky to have you baby” he said, pausing in between to kiss you at another spot.

“and now, i’m yours and you’re all mine” Jungkook said, raising his head to look at you once more. You teared a little, not used to someone openly complimenting you and worshiping you.

Although last night’s episode was another re run of Jungkook worshipping you non-stop, you had to admit you were slightly tipsy. But now, it was so clear to you.

The absolute adoration and immense amount of love for you that filled his eyes, it made your heart skip faster. Even after years of being with this man, he still made your pulse race and made butterflies pool in your stomach.

You pulled him down, to meet his soft lips. His hands ran down the sides of your body, without missing a single spot as he angled his face to deepen the kiss.

Jungkook sat up, his sweatpants low on his hips, and his abs full on displayed. You ran your hands, feeling the hard muscle of his chiseled body, making him groan, taking your hand in his and kissing the top of it.

“My princess”

In slight desperation, he pulled off his oversized shirt of you, blindly throwing it to the ground. He slowly maneuvered his way downwards, sucking and lightly nipping at your erect nipples that glistened with his saliva. He sucked on your right nipple, making you moan out his name, “j-jungkook” while he massaged the other.

“It’s alright baby, wanna hear your voice” he said as he let go of your nipple with a pop. His fingers lightly trailed the lips of your pussy, as you curved your back, desperately trying to meet his fingers.

“P-please” Jungkook smirked at you, before holding your thighs in place and moving down, leaving trails of hickeys down the inner side of your thigh, before he licked your pussy.

“aa-ahh” you moaned out loudly. “More, jungkook p-please” you pleaded, your hands wrapping tightly around his hair, as his face was stuffed between your legs.

“so fking wet for me baby? Such a naughty girl” he taunted before licking your pussy again. He carried on with this action, going faster at times and slower at others.

Nearing your orgasm, he quickly sped up. “J-jungkook yes yes! please i’m cumming” you practically screamed out. But jungkook lifted his head, smirking at you.

His face glistened with your juice, but your chest heaved up and down. Jungkook denied your orgasm, leaving you unsettled and wanting more, you swore you were almost going to cry without having the feeling of release.

Jungkook wiped off your juices with his fingers and sucking on them in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours. “I wanna cum with you, my love” he cooed, kissing you on the lips before taking his erect cock that leaked of precum from his sweatpants.

Lining it up to your entrance, he teased you, sliding his dick up and down through your folds and only entering his head before quickly pulling it out.

This made you whine and beg, “p-please jungkook, i need your c-cock. Please” and he couldn’t take it anymore. Entering you in one swift thrust, making you moan out in satisfaction of being stretched out.

Jungkook let you relax, before he slowly thrusted into you. He was slow and gentle this morning, knowing you were still sensitive from last night. He whispered his love for you as he thrusted into your tight pussy.

“i love you so much darling” he groaned out as he thrusted particularly deeper.

You left hickeys on his neck as he snuggled into your neck at times, leaving his cock to warm in your pussy.

As he started to gain more momentum, his thrusts became harder and more erratic. Skin slaps filled the room and the bed stand knocked on the wall slightly, moans and groans filled the walls.

“i’m cumming, cum with me baby, cum with me” Jungkook said breathlessly. You came with his words, clenching down and making him cum as well. Thick spurts of his cum filled your walls as he collapsed onto you but making sure you weren’t completely crushed.

As he took out his cock, white cream leaked out from your hole, and dripped down your legs, making him grin at the sight.

Jungkook prepared a warm towel for you and helped you clean up before throwing his hoodie on you and carrying you on his lap.

He snuggled into the side of your neck, loving the smell of your body wash. his big hands covered yours and he glanced down at the wedding bands, smiling. He loved the way it looked on you.

“Good morning, Mrs jeon” he whispered to you, capturing your lips once more, as the sun rose to greet the both of you.

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[yoonia]

Slow And Steady (M)

➬ Title | Slow And Steady

➬ Summary | He is a master of temptation. Everything about him screams of sin and desire, and nobody could escape the strong pull of his charm. And he knows perfectly well just how to use them.

↳ Pairings | Jungkook x OC (x reader)

↳ Genre | Painter!Jungkook, Smut, Angst

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | involving infidelity, cheating, nudity, sexual tension, exhibitionism, body worship, dirty talk, explicit sex scene, unprotected sex, multiple smut scene, pregnancy sex, breast play, oral sex (f receiving), fingering.

↳ Word count | 7,1k words

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➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @nochusyn​. Thank you for commissioning me! I’m so sorry for the long wait. | Ps. This is highly unedited. So I might return to this again later on to fix some things :)

Sunlight pours through the window, carrying the soft afternoon glow and the warmth of the summer into the cold room.

Yet it is not the ray of sunshine which is making the air prickles with heat and tension. It is the man who is sitting in front of his canvas, his hand dancing fluidly over it with the soft sounds of his brush strokes filling the room. His sharp eyes are focused completely on his work while his gaze keeps returning to the beautiful muse he is eternalising through his art. His long hair tied up to the back of his head to allow him no distraction as he focuses on his work, yet it also allows his beautiful face to stand out, coming close to stealing the spotlight from his own muse.

Across the room, his muse is silent. Her eyes are lost in the beautiful sight of him as she breathes in the air that is thick with the mixture of paint and the delightful scent of lemongrass and honey. While she had been enveloped with nerves when she had first come here to model for him, she is now lost in a daze, completely entranced to his presence and beauty that she has nearly forgotten the real reason why she was here.

Her nerves had been replaced with something else entirely new. It seems foreign to her, yet somewhat gratifying as he places all of his attention solely on her just as she could barely take her own eyes away from him even for a brief second.

Jeon Jungkook is a walking temptation. His beauty marvels any artwork ever created by men. He even transcends beyond the beautiful artworks displayed on every corner in the studio. His own presence becomes the beacon of light in the monochrome painted room, allowing the entire space around him to circulate along with his movements.

A sharp intake of breath is heard just as his eyes rise up from the canvas, taking in the sight of his muse who is lying between the heap of white linen sheets, completely exposed and bare for him. The pretty little thing looks vulnerable as she is now trembling delicately under his perusing gaze.

The sound she had made may have been soft, yet it is painfully obvious that nothing seems to escape him as a smirk comes to his face. “How are you doing? Are you alright over there?” he asks.

His voice sounds gentle, yet it contains the same confidence now oozing from his whole body as he regards her with his intense gaze.

“Yes,” his muse answers him with a sigh. “I’m doing fine,” she gently adds, awkwardly adjusting the position of her hips on top of the plush sofa bed while keeping the linen cover pressed to her bare torso, hanged by her arm to keep it from falling, though it barely covers anything from Jungkook’s keen eyes. “Is there anything else that I should do?” she tentatively asks him, biting her lips when her question seems to draw another smile from the beautiful painter.

“There is simply no need for that. Just stay the way you are now,” Jungkook says, licking his lips briefly as his eyes trail down her body. “You are perfect.”

Flush of warmth begins to surface on her cheeks and her eyes flutter bashfully under Jungkook’s sweet compliment. “Forgive me for being so nervous. I’ve never felt confident with my body before.”

A frown mares Jungkook’s face at her words. “There is nothing for you to apologise for,” he says, gently chastising his delicate muse. “And you shouldn’t feel that way. By the time I am done, you will find that your beauty is like no other, and you should be flaunting it with the rest of the world.”

He says all of this with a soft gaze and a smile that is filled with mirth and secrets. Tempting secrets. And it has his muse smiling and lowering her eyes as her cheeks are once again covered with warmth.

“Hold on for a moment,” Jungkook suddenly whispers, making her flutter her eyes open again to see him leaving his seat. He walks with confident strides to where she is currently lying right across the room, while she continues to watch him curiously until he stops by her side.

Tilting his head a little, Jungkook reaches out, picking the hem of the cover wrapping her lower half that has been pulled upward, almost covering the mounds of her naked breasts. He delicately moves the linen cover aside, pulling it slightly down to present her bare breasts for him. The tip of her nipples instantly harden under the soft breeze and the gentle touch of his knuckles that grazes her skin. As the touch sends shivers down her body, his muse sighs softly and relaxes. Her eyes flutter with the same delicate rhythm as the sparks running down her body, while Jungkook’s knuckles linger on her skin, making the feeling he ignites within her last longer.

“Beautiful,” Jungkook whispers. His eyes are no longer filled with mere admiration alone, but also with deep lust as he runs his gaze down her naked body, completely exposed to his eyes only.

Her eyes once again flutter bashfully with his praise, added with his gaze that seems to refuse to leave her sight. Jungkook lifts his fingers, gently pulling her chin up so she could return his gaze. “You are more than just a beautiful sight to look at. And I am not just painting your body or your soft skin into my canvas,” he says, keeping his fingers under her chin so she couldn’t look away. “It is your innocence, your passion, your want, everything that exceeds through your body and every single expression that you create with that pretty face of yours that I want to paint into my art, to be eternally displayed for the world to see.”

Upon giving her this, Jungkook brushes his thumb along her bottom lip. As if she has been completely transfixed under his heat, she opens up for him, allowing him to trace her plump lips before he pushes the thumb gently inside, letting her lick at the tip before she sucks it gently into her mouth.

“There is one more painting that I need to create from you,” Jungkook whispers breathlessly as he lets her taste him, growing still for a brief moment until she lets him go.

“Another?” she asks. Her soft voice has become silky and heavy with desire when she speaks.

“Yes, another,” Jungkook answers her with a nod. “But something is still missing.”

Her eyes are wide, curious and intrigued, while Jungkook holds back a grin when she asks him, “What is it? What do I need?”

“Content.” He brushes her cheeks. “Pleasure.” Then his thumb returns to her lips.

Her body reacts to him so easily and her lips fall open for him to run his thumb along her swollen lips. Her voice comes out as a whisper when she inquires, “How do I show it?”

Jungkook only smiles, looking delighted to hear her curiosity and eagerness to please. “I might have an idea on how to help bring it out of you,” he says as he bends down, lowering himself until he could brush the tip of his nose against hers. “But would you let me?”

“Yes, please,” she says, her voice now barely a whisper.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

There is no hesitation in her voice when she answers. “Yes.”

“Will you let me show you pleasure?”

“Yes.”

Jungkook’s smile grows wider, while his eyes become darker with pure lust. “And will you let me paint them? Fill my canvas with your pleasure, your true passion, the one that has been unleashed to accompany the pure innocence you have shown me?”

She swallows thickly, forcing her voice to come out stronger even when her breath is caught in her throat. Already her body is filled with the flame that she knows terribly well would set her ablaze with nothing but wanton pleasure. It would be a new kind of feeling that she has never felt before. Raw. Carnal. And instead of fear, she only finds that she wants to embrace it all. “I promised that I would be whatever you want me to be today when I agreed to let you paint me.”

“Excellent,” Jungkook hums softly, once again making her heart flutter as he regards her with delight in his eyes. “You are a marvellous muse. And it would be my own pleasure to be able to draw every part of you. Your innocence—” he leans in until his lips are grazing the nape of her neck, “—and your desire,” he whispers, before he presses his mouth on her delicate skin, and a strong wave of flame comes rushing down her body, burning her into dust under his sinful touch.

Jungkook pulls the linen covers from her body in one swift tug, letting it fall to the floor. Her skin glows underneath the light, and he pulls back to revel on her beauty, already making an elaborate plan on how he is going to paint her next.

The fresh canvas has been set up, ready for Jungkook to fill it with his art. Yet, this time, Jungkook’s talented fingers are not the only ones busy painting the beauty of his muse.

His lips are moving delicately on her skin, painting every inch of her body with the heat of his kisses. Each tip of his fingers moving ever so gently down the curves of her body, tracing every soft lines and ridges as if he is memorising everything through his senses, painting the image of her in his mind before he could transfer her picturesque beauty into his canvas.

He wants to savour everything, record everything, making sure that he would miss a single part of her beauty. He cannot wait to transfer everything he sees in her, everything he feels, to pour them all into his canvas. For now, however, he would paint her skin with his desire, introducing her with the carnal passion that she wishes to feel until he could awaken a part of her that she has yet to acknowledge.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asks the naked beauty lying before him, her hair spread over the white linen covered pillow beneath her as she lies in submission, waiting for his next move.

She shakes her head, biting her lips as she tries to hide the trembles running down her body from the heat of his touch.

Jungkook hides his smile as he presses a kiss against the nape of her neck, knowing just how horny and needy she has become. Her expression looks innocent and sweet when she looks up to him, yet her pure desire is clear in her eyes as their gazes meet each other.

“That’s a good girl. You are so beautiful,” he whispers to her gently as he reaches out to touch her soft hair. He keeps his eyes on her, gauging every single reaction she is giving him as he threads his fingers down the strands of her hair, before he lets go at the ends and slides his thumb across her bare nipple. It hardens immediately, and her soft gasp comes out of her lips as he does the same to the other side, gently brushing the pads of his fingers on her sensitive nub until it grow hard and ready for him.  

Jungkook pushes himself up to shred his clothes, quickly returning to her once he is completely bare and begins kissing her tender flesh.

She mewls softly and arches her body against him as his lips skip down across her bare shoulder, moving over to her soft neck, then down to her perky breasts and her sensitive, taut nipples. He takes each tight tip into his hot mouth, sucking them gently before he continues kissing down her stomach. Every bit of ministration his mouth makes on her body leaves her breathless, while he keeps moving tenderly slow while sending her continuously close to the edge with each kiss, each touch, each rapid heartbeat he ignites in her.

Jungkook continues to climb down her body even as she begs and pleads for him between her soft cries and moans. As he reaches down, he could see that she is practically dripping between her legs, her glistening pussy looking so inviting that his cock throbs with his needs to slide deep inside of her. He could already feel her warm, tight pussy wrapping around his thick, lengthy cock if he should just give in and slide inside her, thrusting his cock deep within her walls. And yet, he holds back, bidding his time and choosing to continue to kiss his way down her soft flesh instead, bringing his head right to her core. Her hips jump off of the bed to chase him as his warm breath falls on her heat, only to have him nibbling on her smooth inner thigh instead.

She reacts instantly with soft whimpers slipping out of her pretty lips, begging for more while embracing the way he keeps teasing and testing her boundaries. Her voice becomes music to his ears, and he listens to every sound she makes until he could no longer wait to have more.

Jungkook nibbles on the apex of her thigh one last time before he finally moves upward, planting his sinful mouth against her heat.

Her eyes fall open when Jungkook begins to ravish her, his mouth moving languidly between her nether lips, kissing and nibbling along her slit with his tongue dashing out, tasting every drop of her arousal as she drips more of her sweet nectar the more his mouth dance between her folds. Her hands fly down, catching the tied mop of his hair between her fingers as her body rocks against his face. His sinful tongue continues moving in and out, pressing against her hot entrance before moving up in circles, teasing around her clit.

Every pressure his mouth gives, every wet ministrations made by his hot tongue, all brings her pleasure rising, building steadily fast, until he pushes his tongue in and she clenches around him as she comes with a cry. Jungkook keeps on kissing, nibbling, and lapping her release until her body slowly comes down from her high, the soft shudders coming from the spasms of her climax still remains when he pulls back.

Keeping his hands on her waist, he looks down on her, watching as she writhes beneath him, still lost in the haze of her orgasm.

He takes pride of knowing that he had done this to her. That her body trembles with pure ecstasy because of what he had given her. Looking down on her expression of content as she lies breathlessly beneath him, sated and pleased, he is thrilled to know that he had finally gotten what he had wanted. The perfect look of bliss on her innocent face, the flush of colours marring her skin, the glow of her sweat and arousal, everything that he wishes to eternalise through his painting.

But Jungkook is simple a man of greed. He may have gotten what he needed from her, yet he still craves to have more.

“Jungkook,” she cries softly with her half-lidded eyes looking up to him, searching for him. “I want you. Please.”

His chest swells as he listens to her pleas. Knowing that she is the one to call for him truly delights him even more so, and he has no will of saying no to what his beautiful muse desires from him.

Jungkook moves slowly, climbing over her with a predatory look in his eyes that has her heart beating rapidly in her chest. With his charming smile plastered on his face, he positions himself over her naked body, lining up his throbbing cock against her heat and gently planting his hips firmly between her trembling legs.

Planting one hand on her hip to hold her still, he reaches between them to grab his hard cock and aim himself right at her opening. Her eyes glisten with dark hunger when she feels its mushroom head nudging at her soaked core, but again, Jungkook chooses to wait and continues to tease.

Ever so slowly, he begins moving his cock up and down her slit, rubbing the head back and forth between her nether lips until he could feel and hear the slickness of her arousal coating both of them right underneath. He stops at one point to tap her clit lightly with the tip of his cock, sending her hips jolting up at the pressure.

“Please,” she breathlessly begs him in the smallest voice, and only then does Jungkook finally complies.

With one gentle nudge of his hips, he urges her to spread her legs wider for him and places the smooth tip of his cock at her tight—and now soaking wet—opening, then slowly pushes his way inside her slick warmth.

He groans with pleasure as his cock glides inside her tight walls, finally relishing on her snuggly walls pulsing around his girth. It feels just like how he imagined it would, only to have a lot more. He takes his time, letting her adjust to his size for a moment until she pushes up against him, urging him on with a breathless cry. Then he pushes deeper, and deeper, until he feels the tip of his cock nudging at the hilt and he is buried deep inside her to the root of his length.

He pauses briefly, taking a moment to revel on the pleasure, while at the same time, he marvels on her beauty. He takes in everything—from the breathless gasps she makes, the dots appearing on her skin to give various shades of crimson that he could paint on his canvas, to the way her chest heaves with every breath she takes and the pulse surging from deep within her core.

His hands slowly crawl their way up, cupping her silky smooth breasts before he kneads, fondles, then his mouth joins the foray to take one nipple and the other between his lips. Needing more, he lifts his hips to pull his cock until he is nearly out of her and shoves his way back inside her, repeating the motion in a steady pace until it gradually increases and he soon begins to fuck her with hard, deep strokes.

“Yes,” she moans out while she moves her own hips, swivelling against him to push him deeper inside her. He can feel her pussy clamping around him tightly in a fierce grip, letting him know that she is coming close to her climax. Her entire body is thrumming with an intense pulse that is beginning to ignite his own orgasm to erupt. So he quickens the speed, chasing for his release while his mouth and lips continue to work on her body to send her to her peak.

“Look at me, Seoyeon,” he grunts while he keeps on thrusting his cock in and out of her, moving relentlessly in a rapid pace. She opens her eyes, looking up at him with a pair of hazy eyes while her mouth falls open to a silent cry. “That’s my girl. You feel so good around me,” he continues to praise her without so much of slowing his pace down, knowing just how much his words could easily push her to the edge.  

Just as he had thought, her body grows even hotter beneath him, the vice grip she is giving him grows stronger that he could swear she is milking him dry.

“Jungkook, please,” she chokes out before planting her feet on top of the bed, her nails digging into his flesh, the indentations sinking between the ink marking the skin on his forearms but he knows that he would still feel her marks even when the day is over.

He thrusts harder inside her, his hands clutching tightly on her hips to anchor her beneath him as he continues pounding her pussy with no mercy, ravaging her until she is shaking beneath him. His pace picks up even more the moment he hears her crying with pure pleasure as her climax comes engulfing her, wracking her body in a massive wave of drunkenly bliss.

“Fuck, you feel so tight. So perfect. You are going to be the end of me,” he groans as her climax erupts around his cock, yet he keeps on thrusting his cock in and out of her sweet cunt, making it last for both of them. “You are going to be my greatest creation yet,” he whispers, reaching between their hot, writhing bodies, his fingers slide in between them to find her swollen clit, capturing the tender flesh between his forefinger and thumb and start pinching it lightly. Her cries come out instantaneously, her legs come trashing beneath him as she is sent into another peak, yet even more intense than the other ones she had previously embraced under his touch.

“That’s it. Come for me one last time. Show me your pleasure,” he commands her as he pinches her clit harder, as he thrusts his cock inside her faster, before he finally shoots his thick, hot release inside her pussy merely seconds after he sends her into a blinding bliss.  

The sunset light has completely gone by the time Jungkook and his muse had finished with the day. The nearly finished paintings had been set aside, waiting for Jungkook to return to them later for the finishing touches. The small sofa bed had been sorted out and cleaned, leaving no trace of what had transpired merely hours ago for anyone to find.

Jungkook has his paint stained fingers pressed lightly on the small of her back as he ushers his muse towards the door when it is time for her to leave.  

“You will call me when you need me back, won’t you?” she asks, looking up at him with a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Of course, I will,” Jungkook smoothly makes his promise while showing his charming smile at her.

Her delicate skin appears flushed under the dark, sunset glow, and Jungkook takes the pride of bringing that beautiful colour onto her skin, along with the blissful glow in her eyes when she looks up to him once again. The innocence that he had seen coming from her this morning has been replaced with pure desire, and it is one of the most beautiful sight for him to see.

And he is more than pleased to have taken a chance to have eternalised the change in her into his paintings.

Stopping at the door, he turns her around and brushes his thumb across her cheek gently. “You are a wonderful muse, Seoyeon. Thank you for giving me a chance to paint you.”

The flush on her cheeks returns at his gentle praise, and the hopeful gaze in her eyes appears stronger when she looks up again. “I’ll see you soon?”

Jungkook offers her no answer or any promises aside from a soft kiss on her temple. She is still in a daze as he gently sends her out the door with a simple,

“Farewell.”

Jungkook keeps watching her as she walks away, leaving a trail of shadows behind her until she is completely gone from his sight. With a content smile, Jungkook turns away and closes the door to his small, private studio. Closing another chapter of his beautiful exploit before he could start a new chapter the next morning.

The night is late when Jungkook arrives in the house that he has been living in for the past 6 years.

Most of the lights have been turned off, welcoming him with silence and darkness as he steps into the threshold. Glancing at the dark kitchen, he knows that there is food left in the microwave to serve for his dinner. He had skipped the mealtime, yet he chooses to move along for now, as he has another kind of hunger that he needs to fill.

His bedroom is dark when he enters, and he tiptoes gently around his bed towards the bathroom to wash away all the remnants of his exploit which he is still carrying with him.

He bids his time, rubbing off whatever still remains from the long day he had spent out at his studio. Once he is done, he simply wraps a towel around his hips and walks out into his bedroom, the steam from the hot shower following his trails as he strides gently over to the bed.

Jungkook tries his best to climb onto the bed without making so much of a noise, tossing his towel away before he slowly crawls to the other side of the bed, curling himself on your back as you lie sideways with the blanket covering you from the cold. Your steady breath becomes his calm and he could no longer stops himself from pressing his front against your back.

He reaches out to you as if he is entranced. His hands finding your waist so easily before he runs them down your hips. Then he moves them to your front, tracing the swell of your belly that has begun to grow. His heart flutters as he embraces both you and the creation that you are carrying. The feeling it brings makes him feel mellow, enough for him to stop giving a fuck that he leans down and presses his lips along the side of your exposed neck.

His gentle kisses slowly arouses you to wake. Though it is not that you were in that deep of a slumber yet in the first place, as you had been waiting for his return. Your body instantly falls against him, giving in to the warmth that you had missed so terribly while he was gone for the whole day.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out, your body shivers under his featherlight kisses. His long hair is still wet, leaving a cold trail on your skin as each of its strands brushes against you.

“Hmmm——” he hums against your skin, still not stopping his kisses as his mouth moves down to your bare shoulder. Now that you are awake, his kisses grow more firm, enough to send warmth traveling down your body to each time his mouth comes pressing against the pulse rushing through your sensitive skin.

“Have yo—have you had dinner? There’s some food in the—”

“Sshh—dinner can wait,” he whispers between his kisses. Then you feel his warm breath falling right beneath your lobe, before you feel his lips nibbling on it. “I need you. Let me tuck you to bed first.”

Slowly, you begin to relax in his hold. Pressing your hand over his that has been pressed on your middle, you entwine your fingers together and feel him rubbing gently on the side of your growing belly. “How is our little one today?” he asks, sounding both curious and concerned.

You sigh deeply as he traces his fingers on your skin, feeling the odd swell that has yet to grow too big but enough to make you slightly uncomfortable in your sleep. “Not so fussy. But I’ve been feeling constantly tired that I kept falling asleep each time I leaned back between doing my work and some errands that I had to do all day,” you tell him with another sigh, and feel his fingers on your chin. He gently nudges at your chin so you would look over your shoulder to meet his gaze.

“Don’t put yourself in too much stress. It won’t be good for the baby—and for you,” he says, while his eyes grow more concerned as he speaks.

“I know,” you answer him with a frown while your hand instinctively comes to your stomach, as if protecting the tiny little life you are carrying within you. You have barely reached the peak of your second trimester, and yet, the list of warnings from the doctor just keeps on adding up. It had become so much that Jungkook had insisted for you to start working from home and you barely make any time to visit him at his studio.

He pecks your lips gently and a smirk comes to his face when he pulls back. “I have quite an idea on how to lessen the stress.”

“Oh, do you?” You raise your brows at his offer. You may have fallen asleep earlier for feeling so awfully tired, but there is no way you would refuse anything he has in plan. Not when your hormones are growing off the charts with pure needs building up. And definitely not when you have a smoking hot husband who seems always ready to please.

“You bet I do,” he says while looking terribly confident at it.

Pushing himself up, Jungkook gently turns you until you are lying on your back.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Jungkook climbs up until his whole body comes hovering on top of you. His wet hair falling over his beautiful face, his bare chest is put on display while he has his toned arms towering on your sides, giving you the perfect view of his muscles and ink work filling up his skin. And there is no need for you to push yourself up to see it, as you feel his arousal poking against your belly, its tip rubbing the sticky pre-cum he is releasing on your skin, and your cunt throbs with the need to have him deep inside you.

The beautiful sight of him has always managed to make your heart thrums with pure desire, your mouth always drools with the need to taste and capture him with your kisses, and your hands would always reach out to hold him. Which is why you have them instantly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to you so you could take his lips for the kiss that you have secretly desired ever since the last one he gave you before he left this morning.

Your mouths move in tune as you are joined in the kiss, as if you are never meant to be apart. His tongue slips past your mouth, and you could swear that there are sparks of electricity running down your body from the way he is devouring you and from the touch of his fingers along your covered skin as he touches you.

Jungkook pulls back, tugging your nightshirt with him so he could pull the damn thing away from your body. He makes a quick work of reaching down to snap your bra and panties off of your skin once he had tossed the fabric away, leaving you completely bare for him. Pleased with his work, he gives you a perusing gaze once and leans down, pressing his hot mouth right at your pulse.

“Tell me that you are mine,” he whispers close, his warm breath falling on the sensitive spot right at the top of your neck, making you shiver with heat rushing down between your legs.

“I’m yours, Jungkook. Always. Only yours.”

His lips capture yours, swallowing your soft moans as his hand travels onto your breast, kneading the mound gently, careful enough not to hurt you. Your body has been growing even more sensitive ever since you had become pregnant with his child, and Jungkook has memorised every inch of your skin and how your body would react to his touch. He keeps kneading gently, massaging your breasts until their peaks grow hard against his skin. Then he captures one pebbled nipple between his fingers, tugging it tenderly until your breathing grows ragged and your body shudders for his touch.

He releases your lips, only to trace down until could capture the tip of your breast between his mouth. His sinful mouth feels hot as he devours your sensitive nub, sucking and nipping at it until you cry out into the night.

With your head spinning with pleasure, you are nearly distracted from the feeling of his mouth trailing down, settling quickly on your lower abdomen while you felt the pad of his fingers pressing on your skin. He flicks his eyes to you, giving you a devilish smile that has your knees growing weak even before he manages to do a thing.

He keeps his eyes on you, watching you closely as he gently lifts up one of your legs, resting in over his shoulder while he moves further down. You watch him licks his lips, then he puts his mouth over your clit.

With a sharp inhale of breath, your head falls back, completely powerless as his mouth works its magic on your needy pussy. Every lap of his tongue sends your body close to your peak, only to have him stopping it from happening at the very last second when he pulls back, switching places between your hot opening to your throbbing clit. You barely feel him prying your legs wider for him though you could vaguely sense him running his fingertips over the tender flesh inside your thighs. Your mind is too preoccupied by taking in all the sinful pleasure he is giving you through his hot mouth to notice the expert ways he is commanding your body to his needs.

Then he finally captures you attention once again as he clamps his mouth on your clit, all while pushing his long fingers between your walls, sending you right over to the edge until you come on his mouth with a loud, breathless cry.

He continues to move his mouth on your heat, lapping and licking until you slowly come down. You look down just as he peeks up, looking up to you with a silly grin on his face as he pushes himself up just enough not to let your belly getting in the way.

“I’m stuck,” he says, chuckling softly when it takes you a few seconds too long to finally get it. Still lost in the spasms of your climax, you are clutching tightly on his hair, keeping his head to stay between your legs and his lips hovering against your throbbing sex.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you whisper, laughing breathlessly as you let him go.

“I don’t mind. I’d stay there forever if I could. I could eat you until I sexed you up to sleep, then take you again so I could wake you up for another round,” he whispers softly as he slowly rests your shaking leg back onto the bed and begins to climb back up and over you.

“You have a filthy mind, Jeon Jungkook.”

“You love that about me,” he answers you with a chuckle, looking marvellously handsome and irresistible when his smile glistens with your release.

“Damn right, I do. Now stop talking and get inside me. Now,” you command him, to which he gladly complies.

“Such a needy wife,” he jokingly complains with a smile, though he already has his hand wrapped around his cock, bringing the tip right at our opening and pressing it against your soaking entrance.

Jungkook releases a deep contented sigh as he slides inside you, his cock spreading your hot sex until your whole body erupts into a series of small spasms of your climax just for having him deep inside you. Your walls tighten around him, making him groan as your body is locking him there, buried deep inside you.

He groans deeply with pleasure, relishing the way you are pulsing around him while keeping him tightly in place. “I change my mind. This is where I want to be for eternity.”

His words makes your whole body grow hot with pride and the desire to make him feel a lot more. Meanwhile, your voice is lost in your throat, and the only thing you could give him is a soft moan. Your whole body has been growing more sensitive over the past few weeks, and already you are feeling like you are close to another one of your climax, ready to erupt into pure bliss with him buried deep inside you.

As the spasms of your incoming orgasm have your pussy walls clenching tight around him, it lets Jungkook knows just how close you already are.

He begins to thrust his cock in and out of you, starting steadily slow and gentle before his speed slowly picks up. Every ridge of his girth rubbing against your inner walls, his fingers touching all the right places to ignite your pleasure to arise, and your mind and body are quick to spiral out of control.

The things that he is doing to you, the way he knows exactly where to touch you to bring you the most pleasure possible, has always easy to bring you right over the edge. He always knows you better than you know yourself, and he knows just when to push you over, thrusting you into your orgasm until you are writhing with an overload of pleasure beneath him.

But instead of rushing things the way he always would, he keeps his pace steady, wanting to make this one last for both of you.

Cupping his face with your trembling hands, you pull him down for a kiss. He moves his hips slowly, making love to you while your mouths devour each other until your breathing quickens, your heartbeat pacing intensely inside your chest as the pleasure continues to rise. Your hands trace down his toned arms, feeling every ridge of his muscles before moving to his back. As he picks up his pace, you cup his plump buttocks with your palms, pressing him to you so he would thrust deeper.

He pulls back briefly, silently questioning about the baby between you before you give him a nod, and he begins pounding in and out of you, thrusting his cock harder and faster inside your pulsing walls.

Soon, Jungkook drops his head down, groaning deeply while you feel his muscles tightening between your thighs. He is close, you could feel it from the rapid thrusts he makes, the throbs happening between your walls. Angling your hips up, you allow him to push his way deeper, hitting against your sweet spot until you cry out with pure, yet sinful pleasure. He does it again, and again, his moves become jerky as you press harder on his ass to urge him on. You throw one leg around his waist to lock him against you, your head falling to the side when your orgasm comes building up so intensely you barely make a sound.

Without losing his pace, Jungkook sits back, moving to his knees. He grabs your legs and holds them up, giving him enough leverage as he keeps pounding his cock into you. With one hand, he reaches down, rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb until you begin to quake against him.

“Come for me.”

His words are enough to send you over the edge, and you come around him with an intense pulse rushing through your body. Your pussy contracts around him, clenching tight around his girth as he keeps moving, sliding his cock until he pitches forward, his cock pulsing inside you when he comes.

Your content sigh follows his deep grunts of pleasure as he empties his load inside you. A smug grin appears on his face once he is done.

“You are going to be the end of me, my love,” he whispers, before he captures your lips into a deep kiss while holding you in his arms. He keeps you to his chest until you both slowly come down from the intense bliss you are sharing.

Your body is still humming with the delightful pleasure as he drops down beside you, pulling you back to him so he could cover your body with the soft linen blanket. Then he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly in his embrace. Your eyes are beginning to flutter to close while he whispers soft, soothing words to you from behind. Yet you know that it might be hard for you to sleep easily, no matter how sated you feel after your release.

Not after what you have found in the midst of embracing your bliss.

Lying on your side with his chest pressing on your back, you could feel his steady breathing and his slow heartbeat against your skin. You steady your breath to fall in rhythm as his own, yet the moment the blissful fog begins to fade away from you, your eyes are quick to burn with your unshed tears.

You clench your hands tightly around the linen blanket covering your breasts, wishing that you could forget the feeling of the nail marks that you had felt with the tip of your fingers as you trailed them down his arms. They may have gotten lost between the beautiful ink marking all over his skin, but being married to him, you have come to know every inch of his body like the back of your own hands and you know everything that is not supposed to be there.

The marks are unfamiliar, nothing like the ones you had ever left on his skin. Neither does the bite mark left behind at the edge of his jawline.

Opening your hazy eyes, your gaze fall over to the slightly opened adjacent door leading to the room next door, where Jungkook keeps all of his old paintings.

All the paintings that he had made of you.

The images of your naked skin are plastered on nearly all of those paintings, created from all those years you have been modelling for him until the day your belly started to grow.

The memory of your first meeting, of the way he bid his time to allure you with his charms until you fell into submission to his carnal desire, until the day you finally fell in love with him, all come into your mind. Just like they always have been every night your heart aches for him.

When you ache for knowing all that transpires behind every art that he creates.

“I want to paint you. I’ve missed painting you so badly. No other model could compare to you when it comes to being my muse,” his whispering voice echoes through the silent room as you close your eyes.

Nothing could stop your tears from falling onto the pillows as you mend your heart, settling it down so it could continue beating the moment you wake up in his arms tomorrow. Before you would have to let him go again, letting him off to venture on his artworks until the moment he returns to your arms again.  

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