#Jk !!!

[y401suck3rx]

oogh....

Arcane 💜

[kanmom51]

4 months to go...

Someone clearly has JM etched on their hand and on the brain.

Miss those two so damn much.

Funny how as time is closing and discharge from military etching closer I feel like it's moving so much slower than the first 14 months did. Is it only me that feels that?

But time is nearing, nevertheless, and as it is, I can't help but think what comes next. What is the day after going to look like?

Obviously, I'm not the only one thinking of that.

The two of them are clearly contemplating the day after as well.

We don't know what their hopes and wishes are for that post military future is, but I can tell you what mine are.

My hope for post military is that they will continue to be as openly inseparable as they have been going into the army and spending those 18 months of their service together.

I know they are together and their relationship is as strong as ever. With as little as we've been getting from them in the past 14 months of their service, they have shown us that ever so loud and clear.

I want them to be able to continue and be open about it.

I want us not to go back to the reality of 2023. A reality in which we KNOW they were spending their time together, but we weren't supposed to know it. A reality in which they gave us crumbs and clues and puzzles to solve but couldn't be loud and clear like this:

or this:

I do feel like there has definitley been a shift since their joint enlistment.

Obviously, them enlisting together was a HUGE part of it.

AYS and everything we were allowed to see in that show (and everything we know we weren't allowed to see as well) was just as HUGE.

But it doesn't end with that.

14 months of service and we barely got anything from them. But when we did, even more so in the last few months, it always contains a clear message of their "togetherness", take it in anyway that you will (they spend free time together, sing together, exercise together, shower together, have heart to heart conversations with each other before going to sleep - together - might not have been said but clearly implied).

To little ole' me this is not a coincidence. This is a clear pattern. A plan in place, one may think or conclude.

So yes, my hope is that when we reach the end of these 18 months we will be walking into a new reality. One in which they don't necessarily 'come out' officially (I think that is asking too much of them, and it would be a huge decision for them to make - together - one that will obviously impact not only them, but the whole of BTS), but do not shy away publicly from just how close and co-dependent they are of each other. A reality in which, dare I say, it's an obvious natural progression for them to continue to live together as "roommates" (in JK's huge mansion, of course) because "they got used to living together while in service". One in which being seen together in public isn't a big deal, it's a norm. One in which neither of them has to cower away or freeze or double take when they are caught on camera together (JK's deer caught in the headlights looks at the camera in mind). One in which when they aren't together them mentioning of the other isn't an "oh" or "ah" moment, but a natural "not a biggie" thing, because that's just something they obviously do. One in which ot7 army who love to ignore just how close those two are (because they are too close and too suspicious and acknowledging that means acknowledging there is more there and that Jikookers aren't delusional shippers that are fantasizing or fetishizing those two, but clearly seeing what they have been purposefully ignoring) cannot continue to ignore any longer.

And I wouldn't have wished for all of the above if I didn't think that was something they wanted.

Because most of all I want one thing.

Most of all I want them to be happy!!

[michuga]

dream encounter

you meet the man of your dreams. literally.

pairing: jeongguk x reader

warnings: swearing, 18+ content, usage of violent terms, reader is hoooornyyy

wc: ~3k

a/n: inspired by personal experience. i'm still grieving.

you stumble into a dark alleyway, lips locked with another's. coming up for air, you inspect the man practically attached to you.

tall, buff, tattooed, smooookin'. lips plumper than ripe berries and eyes brighter than stars in a pitch black night sky.

god damn.

no time to think.

you grab him by the collar and devour him anew.

you tangle your hands in his soft locks, and he impatiently gropes the flesh of your ass. sighing into the kiss, you rub against his hard bulge.

you have never been so content. truthfully, you can keep going just like this for a few hours, minimum.

"need you," you mumble.

swiftly turning you around, he pins you against the wall. you're sandwiched between the wall and his firm body, pressing against your core just right.

hot breath against your ear, he whispers behind you, "make pretty noises for me, beautiful."

with you distracted, he sneaks an arm across your waist and dips it into your panties.

right as his fingers brush your lower belly and reach where you need him most desperately,

you wake up.

and you scream.

loud.

"jesus did someone die?" your roommate busts into your room, frantic and concerned as ever. "what the hell is the matter with you?"

in silent defeat, you grab your pillow and smash it against your face.

sighing and no longer concerned for your wellbeing, she leaves your room confused but somewhat used to your antics.

rubbing your legs together, you almost cry under your covers. guess your fingers will have to do, yet again.

"you do not understand. that was my fucking soulmate."

"a guy your brain made up touches you once and he's your soulmate?"

"shut up. you literally don't get it. i am so utterly devastated i could kill someone."

"you know what really is devastating? being in a dry spell so severe your brain has to resort to making up hallucinations."

"you have 3 seconds to run before i kill you."

"the only way you'll be killing me is with your delusion. i think i'm good."

"it's not funny! i saw his face, i physically felt his hands! this was like, cosmic. otherworldly. life-changing."

"you mean panty-changing."

"you dare mock my feelings? i woke up and felt like someone ripped my heart out and stomped on it. like my other half was ripped from my hands. like we were connected in a past life. like-"

she snorts, "yeah, connected by divine pussy."

"i'm mourning. i'm mourning and you're laughing."

"mourning!!" she laughs in disbelief, "you sound like you just got dumped by casper the horny ghost."

"i swear to god-" you chase her around the apartment for a solid 15 minutes after that.

two weeks have passed since your.. very realistic dream.

you've forgotten about it, but you could feel it in your body that your brain chemistry was altered. people may think you're exaggerating, but you really mean it when you say you haven't been the same ever since.

food doesn’t taste right. music doesn’t hit the same. the sun? dimmer. the first sip of hot coffee on a chilly morning? slightly colder.

maybe your roommate was right. maybe you're simply too touch deprived.

god, this is sad.

as you finish adding the last few things on your grocery list to your cart, you turn around to head to checkout. until you accidentally bump into someone.

"sorry! sorry!" you blurt, immediately bending down to help the stranger pick up what he dropped.

"shit, no worries," he says, crouching down to help you.

and that's when you see it; his tattooed hand.

what is it with you and tattooed men? the universe must really be torturing you. this was like dangling candy in front of a child then snatching it away, knowing you were never gonna give it to them in the first place. cruel.

"you really don't have to, it's fine," he adds.

wait.. that voice? sounds familiar?

you slowly, slowly stand up, heart pounding in your chest, finally meeting the stranger's eyes.

your soul leaves your body. your eyes damn near pop out of their sockets.

you stand there silent, like a damn fool. smiling awkwardly, he takes his stuff and walks away.

you don’t move. you don’t breathe. was this… was this another hallucination? are you so horny that your brain has started projecting men into real life like some kind of thirst-induced hologram?

you slap yourself once. no, surely not.

you slap yourself again. nope. pain is real. surely you’re not that mentally unwell. right? right? you had your mental issues but you were certain none came with hallucinations.

peeking over at checkout, you see him there, bagging his items like it’s just another tuesday. then he leaves, disappearing out the automatic doors. just like that.

you’re frozen, gripping your bag of frozen blueberries like it’s the only thing anchoring you to reality.

he's real. this has to be some cosmic joke.

"babe, life isn't a k-drama," your roommate says, voice dripping with sarcasm as she flops onto the couch, completely dismissing your very real emotional crisis. "listen. i know how you feel. dry spells are no joke."

you facepalm.

"no, really!" she continues, undeterred. "one time i went 3 months without dick thought i started having revelations from the heavens above."

you glare at her. "cut your shit, i'm serious! he was real and he looked exactly the same as the dream. maybe slightly taller and definitely hotter, but it was him."

she raises an eyebrow, not even trying to hide her amusement. "so, let me get this straight." she leans in, finally entertaining your story for a minute.

"you mean to tell me that you experienced textbook soulmate-ism; seeing a complete stranger in a dream and then accidentally bumping into him a few weeks later? that you’ve met in a past life, or that your souls are like, intertwined in some deeply meaningful, cosmic way? a destined interaction?" she mocks as she wiggles her fingers, mimicking magic.

she wiggles her fingers dramatically, mimicking magic, and you groan so loud it echoes.

turning on your heel, you storm back toward your room. you don't know why you even bothered to begin with.

"wait, wait!" she calls after you, cackling. "you know, taehyung's not dating anyone right now. want me to send you his number?"

you ignore her, marching faster.

"ooo, since you're psychic now, can you tell me my grade on tomorrow's test? or what my mom's cooking for lunch today?" she adds, trailing behind you like an annoying toddler.

you slam the door in her face so hard the hinges rattle.

serves her right.

you are going to kill your roommate.

one, for not believing you.

and two, for dragging you to a club where taehyung conveniently happened to be, and her only informing you as you were literally walking in.

he's not bad by any means, not at all. in fact, he's got the whole package. good looks, charismatic, talented and has men and women tripping over themselves for his attention.

your point is proven when you immediately spot him speaking to three women. you're no body language expert, but five more minutes of him entertaining them and they're gonna pounce on him.

you're just.. not interested.

you had met before at one of your roommate's work outings. you chatted for a bit, shared a drink. it took you, what? an hour? maybe less, to realize that friends were all you could ever be. the chemistry just wasn't there.

you don't actually hate your roommate for it, you know she just wants you to be happy. you're just irritated because you're so horny. and the only relief you've gotten in the past two years was your recent sex dream. that one touch was enough to send you spiraling into madness. she was right, dry spells really are no joke.

after 20 minutes of forced small talk, fake smiling, and one or maybe two shots later, you excuse yourself to the bathroom; thankful for any relief from this endless and agonizing night. horny and bored out of your mind do not go well together.

in front of the mirror, you stare at your reflection. get it together.

you fix your hair, touch up your makeup, and give yourself a little pep talk.

tonight this ends. you’re not walking out of here empty-handed.

be it taehyung or literally anyone else, someone is coming home with you. no more of this pathetic nonsense. your fingers deserve a break. so do your batteries.

as you dry your hands and exit the bathroom, you almost trip. before you faceplant into the floor, firm hands grab your waist, steading you.

you sigh in relief. a broken ankle definitely meant no dick tonight. you were that desperate.

"easy there," a voice says, rich and smooth like velvet and honey. sugar, spice and everything nice.

oh, no. no. no. no.

cosmic joke? this is a full on prank.

your guy, yet again.

at this point, you're convinced you're either in a simulation or someone is filming this for a prank show. whoever was controlling your character needed to grant you some reprieve. some grace, please!

he’s smiling down at you, eyes glinting with amusement. "are you ever gonna say anything?" he teases. "so far you've just ogled me and stayed completely silent. have we met before?"

your brain short-circuits. the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a dreamy and borderline pathetic sigh, "yes, we have."

"we have?" he asks, brows knit together in confusion, head tilting slightly.

"i think i'd remember you," he adds as he grins. that smug, boyish kind of grin.

your heart is doing somersaults, but your brain kicks in just in time. shaking your head quickly, you wave it off like you didn’t just sound like a lovesick creep.

"sorry, no we haven't." you force out a chuckle. "must have misheard."

idiot, idiot, idiot.

he laughs softly, extending his hand, "jeongguk. nice to meet you."

you take his hand, trying not to combust from the electricity that shoots up your arm. instant sparks. "sorry for being a freak. you just... reminded me of someone."

his eyes twinkle. "all good memories, i hope?"

you laugh, nerves making it come out a little breathy.

"thank you for saving me."

you internally cringe at your choice of words. throwing yourself off the nearest bridge would be less painful than this.

'thank you for saving me?' what is this, a disney movie? It’s not like he pulled you from a burning building.

he chuckles, unfazed, and waves it off like it’s no big deal. "see you around, then."

walking away, yet again, he leaves you burning up and in awe.

many drinks later, you end up on the dancefloor, your roommate, god knows where, doing god knows what with god knows who. you've learned not to ask.

you dance (the testosterone) your heart out. you close your eyes and you let go for the first time that night.

swaying your hips, you feel a hand slide around your waist from behind, firm and confident. a spark shoots through you, electrifying every nerve. you're caught off guard, but you don’t stop.

leaning into the touch, your body instinctively recognizes the connection. the hand tightens slightly, fingers splaying against your hipbone, guiding you in perfect sync with the music. the warmth of a chest presses against your back, and your skin prickles with electricity.

you turn your head slightly, stealing a glance at the stranger behind you. but when your eyes catch his—your breath hitches in your throat. all words die right then and there. futile devices.

turning around to face him, you throw your arms around his neck, pressing your body dangerously close to his. instinctively, he makes a home for his hands on your hips, and like an intruder, makes way for a muscular thigh right in between yours.

"i think you're gonna kill me." he murmurs, his voice low and laced with lazy lust.

looking up at him, you're unable to hide the need that kisses every delicate feature on your face. eyes twinkling, lips slightly agape, eyebrows knit.

you can’t take much more of this.

without thinking, your hand finds his, and you tug him toward the edge of the dance floor. he follows without hesitation, his grip firm, a clear indicator of impatience rivaling yours.

stumbling out of the club, the night air hits your skin like a slap. pure whiplash to your practically scorching hot skin. a giggling mess, your hands tangle with your hot dream man's.

as he calls for a cab, you stand behind him. emboldened by the alcohol and adrenaline, you rise on your tiptoes and press your lips to his neck; inhaling the scent of sweat and cologne. oh how you've missed that smell.

his breath hitches, but he doesn’t stop you.

minutes pass. no cabs. no patience.

without a word, he grabs your wrist, his touch sending another jolt through you, and pulls you into a dark alley.

holy.

shit.

holy shit?

before you can process it, his lips are on yours, hot and demanding. you moan into his mouth, equal parts pleasure and relief. your dark days are behind you. the curse has been broken, your dry spell is finally over.

his hands find your waist as you press into him, mouths moving like you’ve done this a hundred times before. then, with a swift motion, he spins you around, your front hitting the cool, rough wall. his body is a furnace against yours, hands exploring like a man starved.

you can take a wild guess what happened next. only this time, there was nothing to wake you up.

maybe you'll become a psychic medium for a living.

a few months later, you and jeongguk start officially dating.

it was nice to finally put a name to the face.

one lazy sunday afternoon, you're both sprawled on the couch, his head resting in your lap as you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. the soft hum of a movie plays in the background, but neither of you is really paying attention.

"you know i had a dream about you before i met you?" you blurt out, your voice casual but your heart racing the moment the words leave your mouth. sometimes you really are the very cause of your own demise.

jeongguk's eyes snap open, and he tilts his head to look up at you, a curious smile tugging at his lips. "come again?"

instantly regretting your admission, you try to brush it off, waving your hand dismissively as you shift, attempting to slide out from under him. "oh, it's nothing. forget i said anything."

"no, no. get back here," he chuckles, sitting up quickly and grabbing you by the waist before you can make your escape. with surprising ease, he spins you around, pulling you onto his lap.

"finish that thought," he says, his voice low and teasing, eyes sparkling with amusement.

"nothankyou!" you squeal, trying to wriggle free from his grasp and attempt to escape once more, but he’s stronger, and it's far too late now.

laughing, he hoists you up and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing as he gets up; trapping you in bicep jail.

"jeongguk! put me down!" you whine, your fists playfully pounding against his back as you kick your legs in protest. "let me oooouuutt!"

"i will," he says, taking slow, exaggerated steps toward the kitchen, "once you spill."

"fine, fine!" you huff dramatically. "put me down before my head explodes!"

he finally sets you down gently, but not without keeping his hands on your hips, his gaze locked onto yours with an expectant grin.

"well," you start, biting your bottom lip, "before i bumped into you that one time at the grocery store, i had a dream about you. and, uh… you looked exactly the same."

his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and for a moment, he’s silent. then, a wide grin spreads across his face. "that is the craziest thing you've ever said. and you say some pretty crazy shit, might i add." he leans in closer, fully invested. "what kind of dream?"

you feel your cheeks heat up, turning beet red as you avert your gaze.

"baby...?" he draws out the word, his tone laced with playful curiosity. his fingers start poking your sides, making you squirm and giggle. "what kind of dream?"

"well, what do you think?" you yelp, your embarrassment reaching new heights as you cover your face with your hands. you find yourself wishing once more the earth would swallow you whole.

still confused, he racks his brain for a few moments before it finally dawns on him.

and then, laughter erupts. hearty and unrestrained, gradually making his whole body shake. "so that's why you were so weird back then?"

"gee, thanks!" you shoot back, rolling your eyes, though you can’t help but laugh along with him.

"am i wrong?" he teases, raising an eyebrow. "you had your mouth open like a fish. i was half expecting a fly to stumble right into your mouth."

"you've made your pointtt," you groan, dragging out the last word dramatically. "it's not every day you meet the man from your wet dreams, so yes, forgive me if i was a little tongue-tied."

crossing your arms, you try to look annoyed, but your smile gives you away.

"oh, i'll knock that attitude out of you," he grins mischievously.

before you can react, he scoops you up again and walks you over to the couch, dramatically plopping you down with exaggerated care. you squeal, laughing uncontrollably as he pins you beneath him, his face hovering inches from yours. you immediately regret your life decisions.

you never believed dreams came true.

but you are so, so thankful this one did.

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[someonegoood]

THE CORPORATE EQUATION chapter 5 ✫ jeon jungkook

as the office buzzes with gossip about the growing tension between you and Mr. Jeon, jealousy makes its way into the workplace when Minseok starts showing more interest in you.

CONTAINS: corporate!au, ceo!jk, headofhr!reader, grumpy x sunshine, slow burn, accidental vulnerability, mutual pining, emotionally unavailable jk, bickering turned bonding, fluff & angst :)

NOTE: this will be a mini series. thanks so much for reading!! this work is not revised and english is not my first language :)

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❀ chapter five: the corporate ball

The office was abuzz with whispers and stolen glances as you walked in, clutching your coffee and scanning the room. The tension between you and Mr. Jeon had not gone unnoticed, and the rumors had only intensified after the gala invitation had arrived in everyone's inboxes.

Soojin smirked as you sat down beside her. "So, we're going together?" she asked, nudging your arm playfully.

You sighed, setting your coffee down. "I mean, I don’t really have a choice."

Dohyun leaned in from across the table. "Maybe Mr. Jeon will make another grand gesture. That speech he gave about you in the meeting? Damn, even I felt special."

Your face warmed at the memory. Just earlier that morning, Jungkook had stood before the entire company, recognizing your contributions in front of the executive board. It was a small thing, but the way he had looked at you—like you mattered beyond the workplace—left something lingering in your chest.

“This company thrives because of the people behind it,” he had said, his dark eyes scanning the room before landing on you. “And no one has exemplified that more than the head of HR.”

Murmurs had rippled through the conference room, colleagues turning to glance at you with curiosity and admiration. You had felt Minji nudge your side, her smirk teasing, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Jungkook.

The acknowledgment had caught you off guard, especially given how distant he had been lately. After the white lilies, he hadn’t so much as met your gaze in passing, hadn’t sought you out like he used to. But in that moment, standing at the front of the room, it was like no one else existed. The weight of his words settled in your chest, making it hard to breathe.

You groaned. "Why does everyone suddenly care about my life?"

Minho chuckled. "Because it’s the only thing more entertaining than our actual jobs."

Soojin, ever the fashion enthusiast, had insisted on helping you get ready. She dragged you to her apartment after work, laying out a selection of elegant gowns she had picked out specifically for you.

"You need something that makes everyone regret ever breathing near you," she declared dramatically, holding up a sleek black dress with a thigh-high slit.

"I'm not dressing for someone," you scoffed, though the heat creeping up your neck betrayed you.

"Sure," Soojin said, rolling her eyes. "Now, try this on."

After much debate, you settled on a deep emerald gown that hugged you in all the right places. It was sophisticated, with just enough allure to leave an impression. As Soojin curled your hair, she smirked. "Something says to me that our boss is on your mind."

You groaned. "Not helping."

By the time you arrived at the venue, the grand ballroom was breathtaking. Chandeliers sparkled above, casting a warm golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests. As you stepped inside, the HR team fanned out, leaving you momentarily alone.

Jungkook was already there, standing beside his father, mother, and brother, looking as polished as ever in his tailored black suit. His presence was magnetic, even as he maintained his usual aloof composure.

His father took the stage first, clearing his throat before addressing the employees. "Tonight, we celebrate not only our company’s success but the people who make it thrive. Enjoy the night—you’ve all earned it."

As the speech wrapped up, you felt a familiar gaze land on you. Jungkook was searching for you. When his eyes met yours, he didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room, ignoring the curious glances, and pulled you gently away from your conversation with the HR team.

"What are you doing?" you whispered as he led you toward the garden, away from the crowd.

Jungkook exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I needed a break. Too many people. Too much attention."

You studied him, noticing the way his fingers trembled slightly. Without thinking, you reached out and took his hand, squeezing it lightly. "You’re doing fine."

He let out a small chuckle, his shoulders loosening. "I don’t know how you always manage to make things easier."

For a few quiet moments, the two of you stood there, surrounded by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hum of music from the ballroom. When Jungkook finally seemed calmer, you stepped forward, fixing his tie. "Better?" you asked, smoothing out the fabric.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but then a wave of murmurs caught both your attention. Turning back to the ballroom, you realized that everyone was watching. The whispers were unmistakable—people thought you had come here as a couple.

Jungkook’s friends, Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, wasted no time approaching. "So," Jimin drawled, a smirk on his lips. "When were you planning to tell us?"

Taehyung crossed his arms. "Not very CEO-like to keep secrets."

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling. "It’s not like that."

But no one seemed to believe him. Even his father, who had been skeptical of his leadership, was watching with intrigue from afar.

"She’s quite something," Taehyung murmured to Jungkook as he passed by. "Perhaps you should stop pretending you don’t see it."

As the murmurs around you grew louder, Jungkook straightened his tie, the moment between you slipping away as reality settled in. With a sigh, he glanced back toward the ballroom. "I should get back. Investors are expecting me."

You nodded, swallowing the strange pang of disappointment. "Right. And I should—"

"Go enjoy the night with your team," he finished for you, his voice softer. For a second, it almost seemed like he didn't want to leave, but then he took a step back, giving you one last look before turning toward the crowd.

You exhaled, smoothing down your dress before making your way back inside. The HR team had gathered near one of the tables, chatting excitedly about the event. Minji waved you over. "So… that looked intense. Care to share?"

Dohyun smirked, sipping his drink. "Yeah, because from where we were standing, it looked like the CEO and our beloved Head of HR snuck off for a romantic interlude."

Soojin nudged your arm. "You do realize the entire company is talking about this, right?" Her tone was teasing, but there was genuine curiosity in her gaze.

You rolled your eyes, picking up a flute of champagne from the table. "We just needed some air. That’s all."

Minji raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. And that’s why he looked at you like—"

Before she could finish, you were interrupted by a voice from behind.

"Hey, I was hoping we could talk?" You barely had time to react before Minseok appeared. He placed a hand on your arm, leaning in too close for comfort. Irritation flared inside you. With a firm step back, you shook him off. "I’m not interested, Minseok."

Minseok was a senior employee in the finance department, well-regarded for his sharp analytical skills and strategic thinking. However, his reputation was often overshadowed by his overly competitive nature and condescending attitude.

Meetings with him were a battlefield—pointed remarks, veiled criticisms, and constant power plays. He never missed an opportunity to challenge your decisions, and you never backed down from standing your ground. Despite the friction, there was an underlying tension, an almost begrudging respect neither of you acknowledged out loud.

Jungkook, on the other hand, had a complicated dynamic with Minseok. While he never directly challenged Jungkook, his subtle attempts to undermine decisions didn’t go unnoticed.

Meanwhile, Jungkook stood among a group of high-profile investors, his father beside him while you were struggling. The conversation had momentarily shifted from company expansion to something far more personal.

“She’s quite something," his father remarked, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Perhaps you should stop pretending."

Jungkook exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t respond immediately, instead glancing toward you across the room. But before he could process his father’s words, the discussion pivoted back to business, forcing him to engage with the investors once more.

It wasn’t until a few moments later, mid-conversation, that something caught his eye—Minseok, standing too close to you, his grip on your wrist lingering despite your clear discomfort. Jungkook’s entire body tensed.

Without another thought, he cut off the investor’s sentence with a curt, "Excuse me." He was already moving before anyone could question it, his strides purposeful as he made his way toward you.

Minseok’s grip on your arm tightened ever so slightly as he led you away from the main ballroom, his voice laced with false charm. "Just a quick chat," he insisted, though the warning bells in your mind were already blaring.

"Minseok, let go," you said firmly, attempting to pull back, but he barely loosened his hold.

"Come on," he coaxed, leading you further into a secluded hallway where the hum of the gala faded into the distance. "We used to be good colleagues. You don’t have to act so cold."

Your pulse quickened. "I have nothing to say to you. And I don't appreciate being dragged away like this."

Minseok’s smile wavered, frustration creeping into his expression. "You think you’re better than me, don’t you? Just because Jeon favors you?"

Before you could snap back, a voice sliced through the air like a blade.

"Let. Her. Go."

Minseok barely had time to turn before Jungkook stormed forward, his usually composed demeanor now laced with fury. His gaze flickered from Minseok’s grip on you to your face, scanning for any sign of distress. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Minseok scoffed, though there was an unmistakable flicker of fear in his eyes. "This is none of your business, CEO Jeon. We were just talking."

Jungkook’s voice was dangerously calm. "You were forcing her into a conversation she didn’t want to have. That makes it my business."

Minseok released you abruptly, but Jungkook wasn’t done. He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a lethal whisper. "You’ve been a liability to this company for too long—your performance is mediocre, your attitude is worse, and now you’ve crossed the line. You’re fired. Effective immediately."

Minseok’s face twisted in shock. "You can’t—"

"I just did." Jungkook’s glare was unwavering. "Security will escort you out. Try anything else, and you’ll regret it."

Minseok opened his mouth, but one look at Jungkook’s steely expression had him thinking twice. He turned on his heel, storming off without another word.

The tension didn’t leave your body immediately. Your breath was still uneven, your heart pounding. Jungkook exhaled sharply before turning to you, his voice softer now. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, but he wasn’t convinced. He reached out, his fingertips brushing over your wrist—the same spot Minseok had gripped. "Did he hurt you?"

"No," you assured, though the tremble in your voice betrayed you.

Jungkook’s jaw tensed. "Let me take you back."

He led you outside, guiding you toward his car. The sleek black vehicle was familiar—you had been in it before, back when he insisted on giving you a ride to the airport. But this time felt different. You were nervous, not just from what had happened with Minseok, but from the quiet intensity in Jungkook’s demeanor.

The drive back to the office was silent, the air thick with unspoken words. When you arrived, Jungkook opened the passenger door for you and walked you inside, leading you straight to his office.

Once inside, he let out a breath, running a hand through his hair before turning to you. "I don’t know what this is," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "But I know I don’t want to see you with someone like him."

Your breath hitched, your heart hammering in your chest. "Jungkook—"

His gaze softened, something unguarded slipping through. "You’re not just good for this company, you’re good for me."

A slow smile spread across your lips as you leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow in playful disbelief. "Does this mean the grumpy CEO actually likes me?" You couldn’t resist, your voice dripping with teasing. "And your ex?"

His lips twitched, a barely-there smile betraying the usual scowl that defined his demeanor. Amusement flickered in his eyes, but he fought it down, his tone rough and clipped. "Shut up."

You opened your mouth to deliver another jab, but the words died in your throat as he took a step forward. The air around you seemed to change, charged with an unspoken tension. He moved with a purpose, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

Before you could process what was happening, he closed the distance, one hand gently but firmly cupping your jaw. His thumb brushed the edge of your lip as his lips came down on yours. The kiss was not the desperate, rushed kind you had imagined; it was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment he’d waited for just as much as you had.

Time seemed to stretch in that space between breaths. The world around you faded away. No business meetings, no unresolved drama, just the heat of his kiss and the way his hand slid around to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t stand to be apart for another second.

You felt a small flutter of uncertainty, a question that had been lingering in the back of your mind, but it quickly dissolved under the weight of his touch. This wasn’t about your teasing, nor his ex—it was something real, something undeniable. The kiss deepened, soft but full of a promise you weren't sure you were ready for, but couldn’t resist.

When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your lips tingling with the aftermath. You blinked up at him, still processing the sudden shift. He gazed down at you, a faint grin curling at the corners of his mouth, though his eyes remained serious.

"Next time," he murmured, voice low and gravelly, "don’t think you can get away so easily with teasing me."

You smiled, heart racing in your chest. "I’m not sure you want me to stop."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head, the faintest trace of warmth in his usually guarded expression. "That’s what I thought."

And as his hands found yours, pulling you back into his embrace, you realized there was a lot more between the two of you than just words.

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[ririwithrice]

bonsai is 🖤 personally. yeah that’s right, look out ur window rn.

That send a heart emoji game, but it better encompasses the complex feelings between queer mutuals/followers:

❤️~ I’m deeply in love with you even though we’ve never met Irl

🧡~ I have feelings for you but will never tell you that off anon

💛~ We’re just friends… unless?

💚~ I want to be you

💙~ We’re actually just good friends, but I would die for you

💜~ You’re hot and you intimidate me

🩵~ You’re so cool, and I genuinely want to be besties

🤎~Me, you, and a U-Haul?

❣️~ I don’t know if I hate you or if I’m attracted to you

❤️‍🔥~ Oil up

❤️‍🩹~ Please get help

💌~ Why do you live so far away? 😭

💔~ If we were married we’d get divorced in less than a year

🫀~ You make me go feral

♥️~ You’re my type

💘~ I would fight you in a Wendy’s parking lot

💞~ Enemies to lovers?

💗~ I want to start an intense platonic friendship with you

💓~ We would destroy each other

💕~ You’re my dear old friend (homosexual undertones)

💖~ I’m judging you ☕️

🫶~ We’re bros/besties, but if you asked me out, I wouldn’t necessarily say no…

🫰~ I antagonize you because I care <3

😘~ I have a crush on you, AND I want to be you

🥰~ Pay attention to me 🥺

💑~ Let’s be roommates 😉

🤍~ You scare me, and not in a hot way

🩶~ We would not get along

🖤~ I’m outside your window 😀

💟~ I’m afraid of messaging you first

[liilithmin]

[. . .] 𝑻𝗈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝑭𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝑴𝖾, ❘❙⢀⣀ ▄︻デ══━一

  ꦿ֗ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ♱᭪⎯✦ 𝑹𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝑶𝗋 𝑫𝗂𝖾 𝐖𝐈��𝐇 𝑴𝖾.

[ruinix]

I. Miss. Quinn.

[bleghablah]

Omg, Risa!? With Jadzia Dax!?!?

😎😎

You are dropped in a Star Trek location. Spin this wheel to find out which location and this wheel to find out who you are with.

[myhotfav]

[konoko]

[kaijuno]

You guys are BULLYING ME

[jayparked]

he's so dramatic 🙄 (i love him)

when you type 'fuck' instead of 'duck' - enhypen

PAIRING: best friend enhypen x female reader GENRE: crack, very suggestive ; mdni AU: best friends to ??? WARNINGS: very suggestive and strong language, just one big ol miscommunication trope!, the guys have lost their minds, jake chronic masturbator SNAIL TRAIL: part 4 in my miscommunication series! you dont need to read the previous ones first, but they would provide more context to the texts below! thank you as always to @sungbeams and @dazzlingjaeyun ♡ part one;part two; part three ; part four

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