#Jung Kook of BTS

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JiminxJungKook Are You Sure?! Jeju Disney+ Season2 Episode 3

Inicio viaje el 26 Sept 2023

[btsjk-biased]

Insanely handsome ♥

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[sxgakookie]

Summary: Your husband, BTS’ Jung Kook, hasn’t been spending enough time at home with you or his daughter, Ji-ah. He decides to remind you both how important his girls are to him. Genre: Slight Angst (Ji-ah misses her dad), Fluff, Smut (idol!Jung Kook, dad!Jung Kook x Reader) Ratings/Warnings: Adults Only (Oral Sex [f receiving], shower sex, dirty talk, shower sex, orgasm [m+f]) Word Count: ~2.7k Author’s Note: I may make a Part 2 to follow this, if y’all like it! Just let me know if you’d like more from this little family! x

Jung Kook had never been as disappointed in himself as he was in that moment. 

A little after two in the morning, with the jingling of his keys, he opened up the locked door to find a dark living room, only lit by the large television still streaming cartoons at a low volume from above the unlit fireplace. He could see, as he kicked off his shoes next to the front door, two sleeping figures snuggled into each other on the large, sectional sofa. 

Jung Kook quietly walked over to see you, the love of his life and the mother of his daughter, sleeping uncomfortably on the couch. You looked absolutely exhausted, with your hair unbrushed and dark circles under your eyes. You were in the same pajamas he had left you in that morning, and resting in your arms, was his little girl. Ji-ah, who took after you in so many ways, was sleeping in your lap in almost the same position. Her head rested against your chest, and her small hands gripped onto the sleeves of your henley shirt. Her eyes fluttered as she was dreaming, and her small lips were parted.  

Jung Kook kneeled down next to the sofa and brushed a soft piece of hair from your face, admiring how even when completely burned out, you’re still so, incredibly beautiful. 

Your eyes fluttered under the warmth of his touch, letting out a soft hum as you leaned into his hand. 

“Honey?” You whispered. “Is that you?” 

“It’s me, baby. I’m home.” He whispered. “I’m going to take Ji-ah to her room, ok? Why don’t you go to our room and get some rest?” 

“Mm’kay.” You said, feeling the warmth of your daughter’s little body taken from your weak arms. 

Jung Kook walked down the hallway with Ji-ah snuggled into his arms. He tried to limit the harshness of his step, but his little girl had stirred awake anyways. 

“Appa?” She murmured, her tiny voice causing Jung Kook’s heart to warm. 

“Hi, princess.” He whispered. His tattooed hand ran up and down her little back, trying to coax her back to sleep. “Appa’s just taking you to your room, ok? So Umma can sleep.” 

“Umma was sleeping.” She pouted, correcting her Appa as she pressed her face into his neck. 

“I know, baby.” Jung Kook said gently. “But you need to sleep in your big girl bed by yourself tonight, ok?” 

She sighed, and Jung Kook held in a laugh. His baby definitely got her sass from her mother, but was too worn out to argue. 

When he reached her bedroom, he turned on the light to its dimmest setting, not wanting to overwhelm Ji-ah with a bright light. He walked past Barbie dolls, a play kitchen set, and a bookshelf of children’s books with a soft pink reading chair next to it. Scattered on the floor were tiny dresses from her dress up trunk; a white, wooden box that Ji-ah and Jung Kook had painted together one summer afternoon. His expertly painted butterflies and flowers sat side by side with her messy lines of purple and pink paint. 

Jung Kook settled her into her twin size bed, tucking her in and whispering an “I love you”, before kissing her hair. He turned to go to you, when her voice perked up. 

“Appa!” She wined, sitting up in her bed. 

“Yes, baby?” Jung Kook asked, crouching down to be eye level with the little girl. 

She became quiet. Ji-ah sat with a pout on her tiny lips, and she began to play with her blanket as a way to self-soothe. Jung Kook watched her face as she began to cry, tears running down her soft, squishy cheeks. 

“Why are you crying, princess?” Jung Kook asked, his heart dropping at the sight of his baby crying. 

She didn’t answer. Instead, she chose to make grabby hands towards him as she cried, shattering his heart. 

“Sweetie…” He cooed. Jung Kook somehow managed to make room for his big body in her twin bed, pulling her into his arms to comfort her. He wiped the tears from her cheek. “Shh, I’m right here. Can you tell Appa what’s wrong?” 

“Hurt.” She sniffles, wiping her own eyes with the back of her little hand. 

“Hurt?” Jung Kook asks, his brows furrowed as his protectiveness bubbled up. “Do your feelings hurt, or does your body hurt?” 

It was a question Jung Kook had heard you ask Ji-ah during one of her fits, teaching her to articulate her needs. 

“Feelings.” She murmured. 

“Can Appa know why your feelings are hurt?” Jung Kook asked gently, brushing her hair from her face soothingly. His mind went to a thousand terrible places, wanting to get rid of whatever could’ve hurt his little girl. “You know you can tell me anything, ok baby? Appa will make it better.” 

The answer, however, felt like a gut punch to Jung Kook. 

“Miss you.” She mumbled, moving in closer to the comfort of her Appa’s presence. 

Jung Kook instinctively wrapped his arms around her, as he held back his own tears. He knew he had been working way, way too much. He was increasingly coming home late, and leaving early in the morning. He had little to no time for either his daughter, or for you. It was something he felt guilty about, but he told himself that Ji-ah didn’t notice, and that he was doing good by making sure his family was provided for. 

But providing for his family meant more than just having food on the table. It meant that everyone sat together at the table. Ji-ah had noticed his empty chair after all, and now, she cried for his attention and told him her feelings were hurt. Jung Kook had never felt so angry with himself, holding her in his arms a little tighter. 

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He whispered. “Appa’s been gone a lot, haven’t I?” 

“Mhm.” She hummed, nodding her head against his chest. “Want you to play with me.” 

Jung Kook remembered playing with his daughter every day; letting her put clips in his dark hair during dress up time, color in his tattoo sleeve with a magic marker as if it were a coloring book, or doing cartoony voices as Ken to her Barbie, making Ji-ah light up the room with sweet giggles. (“That’s silly, Appa!”) 

She should never have to cry for his attention and for more play time together. Jung Kook knew that, and it made him feel painfully guilty for not prioritizing their time together. 

“Listen, baby.” Jung Kook said delicately, rubbing her back comfortingly as she quieted down from her cries. “I’ll be home more, so we can play together, ok? I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. Appa has been working very hard for you and Umma, but we’ll do lots of fun things together soon.” 

“Umma?” She sniffled, making Jung Kook coo. 

“With Umma.” He smiled warmly. “Can I tell you something, sweetie?” 

“A secret?” She whispered, with her big brown eyes sparkling as her gaze met his own. Jung Kook grinned at his little girl’s playfulness. 

“A secret.” Jung Kook confirmed. She giggled mischievously. “You and Umma, are my favorite girls in the entire world.” 

Ji-ah’s smile became wider and she kicked her little feet under the blanket. Jung Kook peppered little kisses all over he cheeks, making her break out in a fit of happy giggles. This was all he’s ever wanted; his little girl to feel safe, taken care of and happy in the security of his arms; to protect and provide for his girls. 

When Ji-ah finally settled down, Jung Kook whispered another “I love you” to her, and placed one more kiss to her dark hair. 

“Love you!” She responded, watching as Jung Kook turned off her ceiling light, flipped the switch on for her butterfly-shaped night light, and shut her door for the night. 

He walked into the now empty living room, and cleaned up a few pink sippy cups, plastic snack plates, and throw blankets that were tossed around. Jung Kook thought to how you must’ve felt during all those days when he was gone. Waking up to an empty bed, and going to bed alone, too. Cooking, cleaning, and being a mother to Ji-ah on your own for several months. 

You never complained. Never told him you felt sad, or alone, because you understood how time-intensive his work as an idol can be. But Jung Kook knew that was no reason to leave you completely alone, and although you understood and supported him, Jung Kook wanted you to know that he was there for you, too. 

He turned off the lights and went into the bedroom, where your exhausted form slept soundly. Jung Kook thought back to your appearance today; exhausted, dark circles under your eyes and pajamas that you just never had time to change out of. It broke his heart because you give so much of yourself for your daughter. 

Jung Kook went into the master bathroom attached to the bedroom to take a shower. He thought about how little time he’s spent with you, too. When was the last time he took you out on a real, proper date? When was the last time he cooked for you, something that he used to do all the time? When was the last time he took his time to really make love to you, not just a quickie during Ji-ah’s nap time or before she came home from daycare? 

He wanted to make you feel beautiful, needed and appreciated. Jung Kook stepped out of the shower, drying off his toned body with a white towel before putting on a fresh pair of boxers and pajama pants to finish his routine. He climbed into bed next to you, and pulled you in to him, holding you close in his arms. You were wearing a soft, large t-shirt that he knew to be his own. 

“I love you, baby.” He whispered, knowing you wouldn’t hear him in your sleep. “I’m so sorry I let you down.” 

The next morning, you woke up to tingling in between your legs. Your eyes were shut, but as you slowly came out of your sleep, you felt soft, wet kisses up your thighs. 

You hummed, and felt a nibble to your skin. 

“Shhh,” Jung Kook whispered, tucked under the sheets and nestled in between your thighs. “Just relax baby girl, let me take care of you.” 

“Koo…” You hummed. “I… I’m not pretty there right now, I haven’t shaved or-�� 

“You’re so beautiful.” He reassured you, continuing to kiss your skin. “So perfect and so sexy, just how you are. Relax for me, honey. Just wanna give your pretty pussy some love and attention, ok?” 

Jung Kook peppered soft kisses along your delicate folds, warming your pussy to his touch. It had been quite some time since he’s pleasured you like this, and he imagined that you were sensitive. Correctly, it seemed, because even with the slightest flick of his tongue to graze your opening, testing the waters, you whimpered. 

“Shhh, quiet, baby girl.” He whispered. “We can’t wake up Ji-ah… Wanted you for myself this morning.” 

You smiled at the warmth of his voice, and curled your toes as his tongue licked deeper and deeper into your most sensitive spots, drinking from your body. You began to grip the sheets as his tongue moved up, finding your sensitive clit and gave slow, pressured licks. 

“Oh, fuck…” You whispered, trying to contain yourself. Your hands gripped the pillows by your head. 

Jung Kook, buried under the blankets, couldn’t see you, much to his frustration. Without disconnecting his tongue to your delicate pearl, he lifted the blankets off of him, so he could watch your face as you gave into the pleasure he provided. 

He listened to your little whimpers, egging him on to continue. His own cock was hard and leaking in his pants, which he soothed only somewhat successfully by rutting into the mattress. Jung Kook wanted so badly to take you completely, but he had a plan. This morning was completely about you. 

He slid one finger into your opening, gently and lovingly working your body to take him again, watching your expression for signs of discomfort. Your pussy had always been small, needing to be stretched patiently, and Jung Kook was eager to please. Once his finger was completely in, he pulled out and pushed back in, repeating his movements with the continued roll of his wet tongue on your clit. 

“Jung Kook… fuck… please, baby…” You babbled in a quiet voice. 

Then another finger, stretching you a little more. His own length was pressing uncomfortably between his stomach and the mattress below, but Jung Kook focused his attention on you. He boldly sucked on your clit, making you cover your mouth to hold back a loud whine. 

“That’s it, baby girl.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your sweet clit. Jung Kook curled his fingers just right, making you grip the pillows even harder somehow. “You like that, baby? Hm? You’re dripping wet. Wanna watch you cum for me.” 

“Jung Kook..” You chanted, moving a hand to find the dark locks of his hair and run your fingers through them. Jung Kook lowered himself back to your clit, finding the steady rhythm and pressure that he knew would break down the last of your walls. 

He knew he found the right combination, when your grip of his hair tightened. Jung Kook wrapped a strong arm around one of your thighs, just enough to keep you held down to the bed, so he could taste every last drop without having you squirm away from the intensity of the pleasure. Keeping you locked in place, he worked your body like breaking into a lock; the curl of his fingers, the pressure and rhythm of his tongue’s wet and gentle massage to your clit. Each movement worked together to unlock your climax, which came crashing onto the bed with shaking legs, curling toes, and pulling Jung Kook’s hair. 

He loved watching you come undone just for him. Jung Kook held your shaking legs, and slowly, steadily, brought you back down to earth. His licks became even more delicate, careful not to overstimulate you, but enough to drink you in. He slowly pulled his fingers out of the warmth of your opening, before crawling on top of your spent body. 

“Taste it?” He asked, raising his wet fingers to you. You looked at him with innocent eyes as you parted your lips, and let him slide in on your tongue. 

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispered, watching and feeling the way you sucked his fingers clean. 

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, and kissed your lips lovingly. His kisses moved down, from your lips to your cheeks, then your jaw, and down your neck. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He whispered. “You have no idea what you to do me, honey. So fucking beautiful.“

“Jung Kook.” You cooed and blushed, feeling him nibble and suck love marks into your neck. 

“Take a shower with me, before she wakes up.” He proposed. “I’m not ready to let you go just yet, baby.” 

The morning before Ji-ah woke up was peaceful, and deeply intimate. You couldn’t stand to not help your husband with his aching cock, letting the hot shower water steam up the bathroom to cover the lewd scene, where Jung Kook pressed your naked body into the tile wall of the large shower and sunk his length deep into your pussy. The running water gave cover to the grunts, whimpers, and the dirty but loving words that followed. With stuttered curses and deep, breathy moans against your neck, Jung Kook spilled into you. It was the first time he had been truly intimate with you in so long, and his body must’ve craved your body’s warmth, desperately releasing everything he had deep into you. 

When you exited the shower, you both got dressed in comfortable clothes just in time, as Ji-ah’s little feet could be heard tapping against the hardwood floors of the home. 

“Stay here.” He murmured, hugging you from behind in the warm bathroom, placing a kiss to you cheek. “Take your time getting ready, ok? No rush. I’ll take care of her.” 

“You sure?” You asked, as you were so used to being the first one to go to her. 

“Definitely.” He smiled, thinking back to his promise to the little girl. 

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[koophoriakiss]

afternoons with him

↬ jungkook x fem!reader

↬ established relationship, fluff / wc: 827

↬ warnings: none

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“baby, do you want to make this with me?” jungkook asked excitedly, practically running into the living room with his phone. he held it up to his girlfriend’s face for inspection, which it successfully passed.

“is that… tteokbokki?”

“with bulgogi! look, they marinated it really well.”

“mm, it does look good. okay, let’s make it,” she agreed.

“come on, let’s make it now. i was just going to make lunch anyways,” he voiced as he offered his hands to her, pulling her off the couch and into the kitchen. “do you want to prep the beef or the rice cakes?”

“i can prep the rice cakes. you’re the best with meat anyways,” she hummed, pulling out the rice cakes from the freezer, placing them on the counter to let them thaw, grabbing the package of beef from the freezer, and handing the package to her boyfriend.

he grinned, pleased with her compliment, and grabbed the beef from her, setting it down in a bowl full of warm water to let it thaw before coming up behind his girlfriend and wrapping his arms around her waist. he watched as she placed the rice cakes into another bowl filled with warm water to avoid cross contamination while they thawed. afterwards, she readied a large pot and a bowl to make the sauce for their meal. jungkook, being the restless man he was, followed her around the kitchen with his arms around her waist and kissed her cheeks, neck, collarbones—anywhere his lips could reach.

“koo, you’re distracting me,” she chided lightly, trying to swat him away as she grabbed a few utensils.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i’ll behave, i promise,” he murmured, continuing to kiss her skin.

“if this is you behaving, we’ll never get anything done,” she huffed, trying to be stern, although there was a smile on her face.

he didn’t respond, only smiled and continued to kiss her. when she finished making the sauce and adding it to the pot, she added some cheese as well, and stirred. after watching the sauce become thick, jungkook went back to the meat, which had thawed, and began to grab the ingredients needed to marinate it, like shown in the video.

he moved to the counter across from her and prepared to marinate the meat, which was the most complicated part of the recipe. while he was doing that, his girlfriend turned the heat on the stove to the lowest setting and moved over to watch him work. “do you need any help?” she offered.

“no, i’ve got it, don’t worry.”

she nodded in response as he pulled out various sauces and spices to rub into the meat. after that was done, she made a small noise of approval at his work. he grinned at her before cutting the seasoned meat into smaller pieces and placing them on the sizzling griddle he had prepared. “so, do you think i can compete with your cooking skills now?”

“no way, i’m still better than you,” she teased, playfully sticking her tongue out at him.

he joined her in leaning against the counter, shooting her a mock-glare, then pressed his lips against hers. it was a soft kiss, the type that made a person melt, and she found herself smiling into it.

“you’d think that after nine years, i’d be used to how you kiss me,” she murmured against his lips.

“i hope you never get used to it. you’re really pretty when you’re caught off guard,” he giggled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and kissing her cheek before turning over the pieces of beef on the griddle.

she rolled her eyes and nudged him with her shoulder before stirring the rice cakes again, which were nearly completed. “honestly, i thought it’d take longer,” she muttered, mostly to herself.

“don’t worry, the beef still has a bit to go.”

“can you add some cooking wine? it makes it juicier.”

“on it, baby.”

after watching her boyfriend add cooking wine to the grilling beef, she turned off the stove and put the tteokbokki into a large plastic container. she then brought the container over to him and glanced at the beef, which was finally ready.

he smiled at her before turning off the heat and using tongs to move the beef from the griddle to the container, and when he was done, she closed the container, handing it to him to shake it.

he shook it well, the muscles in his forearms flexing with every shake, and the bulgogi and tteokbokki mixed together. after he decided it was good enough, she brought out two plates for them and used chopsticks to portion the food for them.

“this smells so good,” he mumbled, practically salivating at the smell and sight of the meal.

she snickered and led them to their kitchen island, setting down their plates and sitting down with him. “let’s see if it tastes as good as it smells.”

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[teenagedream21]

masterlist

° JUNGKOOK °

(fluff)

Vessel of love

Munch

Heartbreak veterans

(angst)

Pulling at your heartstrings

Some way, Some how

Chewie & choco boy

(smut)

Voice kink

Foursome

Come here I´m your paradise

simply.cute97

Neighbor

Center of attention

White

Magic stick

NSFW alphabet

(series)

The ghost of us p.1 p.2

BunBun

Our Time

Rough Edges

Gamer boy

(masterlist)

DreamEscapes

Smoljimjim

Kjhmyg

7ndipidad

badbtssumt

[dollgguk]

ㅤ𝑒𝑛 ㅤ𝘦𝘭꯭ ㅤㅤㅤ ༒︎ ㅤㅤdeli𐑾ꪱ𐓪

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[secretsecretbunny]

How about Jungkook for what would your Snapchat look like if jk is your bf.. the Snapchat series is so freaking cute love all the ones that are out rn!! 🥰

here you go, pookie!! I hope you like it 💕

photos edited by: @runbulletproof (follow her, she does amazing kpop edits!) all captions by: Me 💕

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¡El creador del baile tiktok que Jungkook hizo publicó en su historia de Instagram su DM agradeciendo la respuesta de jungkook JK !

"¡Oye hermano, muchas gracias por aprender mi baile y publicarlo! ¡¡Eres tan genial y tan inspirador para tanta gente!!"

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cuando bts miembro responde a tu mensaje🫰😎

[jjk7h]

𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗂 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 ➮ 🏠 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 ⩨͢💬⭒۟ ׁ

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[sxgakookie]

Summary: Your boyfriend, BTS’ Jung Kook, has a new, sexy persona that he’s showing through his music. But when it causes some of your insecurities to bubble up, he makes sure that you understand that you’re the only one for him. Genre: Fluff (idol!Jung Kook x Reader) Rating/Warnings: Adults Only (Body/appearance insecurities, kissing and sexual touching, suggestive ending) Word Count: ~ 1.5k

Tonight was not the first night you’ve attended one of Jung Kook’s concerts. You love watching him work the crowd, dance with his backup dancers, and give the audience the best show he could possibly give. But tonight, due to the new creative direction Jung Kook’s music was going in, you had a lump in your throat and jealous feelings in your chest, as he introduced his guest feature for the night. 

She was beautiful. As they performed together, Jung Kook looked so happy and you could tell he was having a lot of fun. It was silly, you knew, because the whole performance was strictly professional, but you still felt hurt when he danced a little too closely with her and brushed up against her, especially as her outfit was designed to be sexy and revealing. The choreography was very sexually suggestive, as was the song itself. You couldn’t help your insecurities from showing, and the negative thoughts came in as you wondered if Jung Kook found her attractive. Maybe even more attractive than you. 

“Excuse me.” You tapped on the shoulder of the security guard Jung Kook had hired for you. The tall man leaned down, so he could hear you over the screaming crowd. “I’m not feeling well… Can I be taken home, please?” 

You knew Jung Kook would be worried, wondering why you left his show early, but you didn’t care in that moment. All you wanted to do was hide in your bed, and let the tears you’re holding finally fall. 

Dating an idol is hard, especially as someone who is so far away from that life. Jung Kook is constantly surrounded by beautiful women, either fellow musicians who he creates music with, or his female fans, who throw themselves at him. You trust him, and the more logical side of you knew that Jung Kook wouldn’t hurt you. But you also felt insecure, and in your weaker moments, you grew frustrated with that side of his work. It was difficult being in love with somebody who you constantly felt you had to share with the rest of the world. 

When Jung Kook’s concert ended, his toned body was dripping with sweat and running on adrenaline. He made his way backstage, expecting to see you there, waiting for a kiss and to walk back to the dressing room. But when you were nowhere to be found, his brows furrowed. 

“Hey, where’s Y/N?” He asked a member of his security team. 

“She asked to be taken home early.” One of the men responded. “She didn’t give us too much detail, only that she wasn’t feeling well.” 

Jung Kook nodded as he patted himself dry with a towel, getting himself ready to go back home to you. He hoped you were alright, and he thought of what he could do to possibly make you feel better, whatever the problem might be. 

“Baby?” He whispered, barely cracking the bedroom door. “Are you awake?” 

No answer. The room was dark, but Jung Kook could make out your figure in the bed, covered by blankets. He assumed you had already drifted off the sleep, until he heard sniffles. Jung Kook’s eyes widened in surprise, and he felt his heart sink. 

“Y/N?” His voice was gentle as he walked to your side of the bed. “What’s going on, baby?” 

He knelt down on the floor to be eye-level with you as you laid on your side, and he turned on your bedside lamp to see your face. Jung Kook’s lips were turned downwards in a deep frown, seeing how red with tears your eyes were. 

“I don’t know if I really wanna talk about it.” You murmured. If your sad tone didn’t break his heart, Jung Kook would’ve cooed at your adorable pout. 

“That’s ok, baby.” He said softly. “Although, if you’re upset with me, I’d like to know why so I can make it better. I don’t want you to go to bed sad.” 

Jung Kook was genuinely so confused at what could’ve gone wrong. He knew you enjoyed going to his shows, and he thought tonight would be fun for you both. Clearly, however, there was something else on your mind. 

“Do… Do you think I’m pretty?” You mumbled, sounding silly even to your own ears. 

“Of course I do.” Jung Kook said, his furrowed brows showing his confusion. “Baby, where is this coming from? Did I say something wrong?” 

“Don’t you think she’s pretty too, though?” 

“She?” He asked, before slowly piecing together who you were talking about. He sighed, sad that you would ever let your mind drift to those awful places. “She’s not pretty like you are, baby. Not to me.” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” Jung Kook replied. His tattooed hand tenderly brushed a piece of hair from your face, before he wiped a tear from your cheek. “Can I lay in bed with you, honey? Is that ok?” 

Jung Kook knew when you get sad, and in your own head with your insecurities, he needed to be gentle with the way he treated you. It wasn’t the first time he helped you fight off your bad thoughts. You nodded, and Jung Kook whispered a quiet “thank you”, before slipping into more comfortable clothes and sliding into his side of the bed. He delicately turned you to face him, so you could be eye to eye with him as he talked to you. 

“Can you tell me what specifically hurt your feelings?” Jung Kook asked, interlocking his fingers with yours in between your bodies. 

“It’s stupid.” You said, ashamed of your feelings. 

“It’s not stupid.” Jung Kook pushed back. “If it hurts your feelings, and makes you feel bad, then it’s not stupid. Not to me.” 

“Ok.” You whispered. “The… the dance, and the outfits. She’s so pretty and she was dressed so sexy and I know it’s stupid-“ 

“Not stupid.” Jung Kook intervened, determined to stop your negative self talk. “Not stupid at all.” 

“Sorry. Not stupid.” You sighed. “But she was dressed so sexy and you were so close to her, and I… I’m not that sexy, you know? She’s so much cooler than me and I think sometimes you would rather be with someone like that.” 

Jung Kook’s heart shattered at the confession. He never thought while practicing the choreography, or doing the dress rehearsal, that any part of that could hurt your feelings. He kicked himself for not thinking of that, but he knew he needed to explain why. 

“I’m sorry that I didn’t think about what that would’ve felt like to you, baby.” Jung Kook said, squeezing your hand. “I never wanted to hurt you, or be disrespectful. I don’t think of her in that way at all, which is why I okayed the choreography and the outfits, when I probably should’ve been a little more thoughtful. I’m sorry.” 

“Now I feel bad.” You smiled softly. “I don’t want you to change the way you express yourself because of me and my stupid insecurities.” 

“Not stupid.” Jung Kook corrected. 

“I love that you want to be more mature and sexy in your music and performances, I think that it’s fun. I don’t want you to feel bad about it. But… I don’t know…” 

“But what, baby?” He encouraged you to continue your thought. 

“Sometimes, I wish that side of you could just be for me. I know that’s selfish.” You roll your eyes at yourself. “But I wish I didn’t have to share you.” 

“You don’t share me.” Jung Kook said, a frown on his face. “You’ll never have to share me with anyone. Listen, baby, it’s just for entertainment. It’s fake, and it means nothing to me outside of my work.” 

Jung Kook pulls you closer to him, making you smile when his strong, tattooed arm wraps around your waist. You giggle as his lips find your ticklish spot on your neck, and he slowly climbs on top of you, smiling as he peppers little kisses to your skin. 

“When I come home, and I get to spend time with you, that’s real.” He murmured in between kisses. “This is when I’m not putting on an act. This when I’m not performing. It’s real love, and nobody else gets that but you. Ok? I’m all yours.” 

“Ok.” You smiled, your giggles slowing down. Jung Kook lifted his head so that his eyes could meet yours, sparkling with adoration for you. 

“You’re the only woman I love.” He promises. “You’re beautiful, you’re sexy, and it takes everything in me not to touch you constantly. Please, don’t think I’ll ever see another woman the way that I see you. And if you ever need a little extra love, to remind you of that…” He trailed off, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing your skin. “… I’m more than happy to help you remember.” 

“Kookie!” You squealed, feeling his hands make their way up to your breasts as his lips find your neck again. 

“There’s my favorite, pretty girl.” He smiled into his kisses, happy to turn your sniffles into the playful giggles he loves so much. “Wanna make you feel beautiful tonight. I love you so much, Y/N.” 

“I love you too.” You responded, throwing your hands in his hair and wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew from the love marks your boyfriend made on your neck, that you’d wake up the next morning exhausted and feeling so, incredibly loved. 

[achillesthv]

ᅠᅠ 𝐒pider-𝐉eon ٬ 🕸️! 199𝟕 𝐇erɔ.

ᅠ 𝐑esponsa𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶ties ٠ 𝐏𝗮rker١정국

[xovisa]

UMBRELLA ─ jungkook jeon

୭ CONTENT WARNINGS. purely fluff! gender neutral reader.

୭ SUMMARY. you’re alone in the rain because you thought you wouldn’t need an umbrella. luckily, your crush, jungkook, offers to share his.

୭ WORD COUNT. 639

what was once small droplets had turned into a heavy downpour, and rain was being poured down on the bustling streets of seoul.

you, unfortunately, got caught in the weather and all you wanted was to find shelter in whatever building was nearby.

you could hear the pitter patter of water droplets as you walked home, only reminding you of how much you regretted not bringing an umbrella with you.

as you continued to walk, a familiar voice called out to you. you turned to look at the person that had said your name, only to find out it was your crush, jungkook jeon.

he looked cute as always as he stood a few feet from you, his umbrella protecting him from the rain.

when you both made eye contact, he smiled in recognition and waved, making his way towards you.

“hey,” jungkook said, his pretty eyes following yours. “do you need an umbrella?”

“um, yeah,” you replied. he pointed his eyes towards the umbrella in his hand. “we can share. it’s big enough.”

you step closer to stand on his left side, your arm lightly touching his. with you finally being able to get out of the rain and having jungkook’s warmth to keep you cozy, you felt much better.

“do you have somewhere to be?” he leaned in and asked to make sure you heard him. that only made you more nervous.

“i was on my way home, actually,” you replied.

jungkook smiled at you once again. “let me walk you home.”

you nodded, silently excited.

the both of you began to walk side by side, huddled closely together to stay dry and warm.

“luckily i found you so you didn’t have to walk in the rain, right?” jungkook said, breaking the comfortable silence between you two.

“yeah, i’m grateful. what would i have done without you and your umbrella?” you smiled at him in response. he laughed at your comment.

“a lot more damp, probably.”

while jungkook provided warmth, it wasn’t enough to completely shield you from the chilly air. you began to shiver, not going unnoticed by jungkook.

“are you cold? i can give you my jacket?” jungkook offered, already beginning to shake off his jacket sleeves. you hurriedly shook your head. “no it’s okay, you need your jacket.”

jungkook put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer, giving your arm a light squeeze. “i’ve got you. i’ll keep you warm.”

your smile only got bigger, also not going unnoticed by jungkook.

you noticed your house coming up in the distance. originally, you would’ve been glad to finally be in the comfort of your home, but now that you had jungkook along with you, you realized your time together would soon come to an end.

as the two of you approached your front door, jungkook closed his umbrella once you both got under your porch.

“we’re finally here,” you said, secretly dreading him leaving. “thank you so much for walking me home. that was really sweet of you.”

“of course. anytime. i mean, i hope there’s another time,” jungkook stumbled in his words. you realized he was just as nervous as you were.

“i’d love for there to be another time,” you smiled. his grin grew bigger and you noticed a rosy blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“so would i.”

“bye jungkook. it was nice talking to you,” you said. he opened up his umbrella again and started walking away from the porch.

“bye. it was nice talking to you too. i’ll see you around. you know, for the next time,” he said. you laughed in response.

he continued to walk away from your door but not without glancing back at you one more time with his signature smile and a wave.

you waved back.

maybe the rain isn’t so bad.

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