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season of the witch | jeon jungkook

summary: he’s not a bad boy, he just gets himself in bad situations at times that lead him to bizarre happenings. for instance, he had no intentions of visiting an occult shop in the middle of the night in search for a phone… but here he is in the middle of October feeling himself fall for the self-titled witch who owned it. suddenly he’s gone from your casual heart breaker, to your sweet boy next door.

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.˚ genre/au: heartbreaker!jk x witch!y/n [she/her], whimsigoth, modern witch, halloween .⊹✶ ✶ ✶☾✴

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆. 16.9k words˚.⊹✶✴

warnings: smut. fluff. very slight angst if you squint. honestly pretty cute. oc gives off whimsigoth vibes but honestly a big softie. mentions of spells and hexes. jk is a skeptic. oc has a black cat named. jk becomes a bit spiritual. honestly just a cute modern witch fic inspired by your 90s witch. no protection bc they’re idiots and didn’t plan. oc is scared to get in relationships. soft sex. oral sex [f receiving] jk is a service dom highkey. actual magic moments but they’re brushed over

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

mentions of the occult [loosely referenced] it’s just a little Halloween thing, fiction and not at all educational or informative

“Admit that we’re lost.”

The street was as dark as night and empty. It felt like they were the only two signs of life around and yet he refused to admit he’s lost. There’s lit jack-o-lanterns on people’s yards so he knows he’s still close to civilization and that’s enough to keep him going—and he swears he’s not being dramatic.

“We’re not lost,” he said, not bothering to look back at his friend who surely rolled his eyes with annoyance, following after him nonetheless.

“Jungkook, it’s late, I’m tired, just admit we’ve been walking in circles,” his friend said, words falling on deaf ears. Jungkook just smiled, pointing ahead at the first true source of light they’ve seen for a while, “Let’s go there.”

It was almost midnight and most businesses around here were already closed and yet there was a small shop with a red lighting store front and plants hanging from the ceiling. There was a sign on the door that said, ‘OPEN’, with its business hours printed beneath and the shop’s name painted on the window. He didn’t hesitate to swing the door open, hearing the bell above the door ring as they entered the strange shop.

There was so much to look at from books to multi colored rocks separated into groups with labels on them; Tiger’s Eye, Black Onyx, Topaz, Amethyst, the list went on. Hanging above were various green plants and small jars lining the shelves on the walls of rose petals, lavender, mandrake, and plants he’s never heard of before.

“What is this place?” Hoseok asked with a small scoff in disbelief as he held up a charcoal pentagram and a bundle of sage. There were skeleton paper weights and bottles of various oils that gave the shop an herbal smell he couldn’t tell if he liked or not.

Jungkook didn’t have much to say, only shrugged his shoulders in response as he let his attention be drawn toward a hanging suncatcher that caught the red light used to warm the plants in the cold. His hand reached out to touch, watching it dangle and effortlessly swing away from him. There was no one behind the wooden counter filled with handmade jewelry made of copper and nickel twisted in various designs of trees, moons, suns and vines circling around crystals. There was an open book at the counter and he curiously walked toward it, wondering if it was a product list or maybe even the name of the person working but he could barely make out the words or even the dark sketches.

Just as he came to admit there was nobody here, a soft mewl caught his attention.

Yellow eyes stared into his brown ones as he looked up at the wall of ceramic figures behind the counter, and a black cat sat perfectly still next to a small sc of a dragon. He couldn’t look away from it, even when a soft sound of footsteps were heard from behind a tall, woven tapestry with embroidered stars that concealed a wooden spiral staircase.

“Coal, where’d you run off to?” Your voice was light and whimsical yet when you appeared behind the counter, you were dressed in black, a lot of it. A long black skirt with a thin black top that had green vines laced throughout it. Over it you had on a black shawl slipped down your shoulders.

Jungkook and Hoseok shared a strange look as they stood unnoticed while you picked up your cat to scold him for leaving while you talked. Jungkook tried to grab your attention by clearing his throat and once your eyes were on his, he smiled, “Um… hi, we saw that your shop was open and we were won—“

“Coal, I told you to flip the sign,” you whispered to the black cat as you let him jump out of your arms with an annoyed meow when you whispered, “Bad kitty.”

“Uh…” Jungkook couldn’t hide his look of confusion at the way you acted, “We’re uh, we’re lost and we were wondering if you had a phone we could use to call a tow truck.”

“Oh? Have you been in an accident?” You asked curiously, tucking some hair behind your ear creating a small jingle with all the jewelry you wore.

“Funny story actually,” Hoseok said, making you look him over with a raised brow—unable to ignore the bloody hockey jersey he wore, “We were at a party and uh, we got robbed. It was a whole shit show, honestly, we’ve been walking for over an hour and our car broke down so we’re going through it and we really just need a phone.”

“Coal, can you get my phone?” You turned to the cat that had made itself comfortable laying in a basket of dried moss. The cat didn’t make a move to leave, instead he turned his head away making you roll your eyes and add, “Please?”

Jungkook watched the cat run off behind the curtain with interest before looking at you, your eyes already on his, “So what kind of place is this?”

“It’s your local apothecary! Herbs, oils, incense—your occasional occult stuff, we specialize in the craft,” you said with a bubbly voice, “All very interesting stuff.”

“I’ll say,” Hoseok lifted a finger to tap on the mason jar filled with green liquid.

“What are you supposed to be?” You asked rather suddenly, turning your attention to Jungkook.

“Me?” Jungkook asked, looking down at himself, “I’m Dumbledore.”

He thought the long white beard, oversized robe and elder wand made that abundantly clear. You looked him up and down, “Hm.”

Hoseok couldn’t help but release a chuckle at the way you very clearly judged his friend’s choice of costume, “Yeah, I told him he would pull no bitches dressed like th—“

“Hobi,” Jungkook cut him off, motioning toward you with his head at the way your eye seemed to twitch with what he said. He tried to think of something to say but you were no longer interested when your cat came with the top of a phone case in his mouth. He set it down on the counter, letting his tail curl around your arm before leaving with a purr.

When you unlocked your phone, Jungkook thanked you and quickly tried to call a tow truck only to be told there were none open now. Hoseok couldn’t hide the fact that he was tired and found himself lying comfortably in a dark green daybed surrounded by books, leaving his friend to deal with all the hard parts. You didn’t say or rush anything when he took your phone and instead chose to watch him pace back and forth dialing every number he knew.

“This place is cozy,” Hoseok admitted, “I could nap here.”

“Coal, does it all the time,” you said with a soft smile, both tuning out Jungkook who was getting more annoyed by the second.

“Hyung, please pick us up,” Jungkook said in the background, tired of the itchy long beard so he snatched it off.

“I might get a promotion this week, what’s something I can use to wish me luck?” Hoseok asked, looking around the shop.

“I can help you make a spell jar, grab a basket,” you said cheerily as the hockey player got up to do as told. Jungkook tapped on the glass counter, starting a staring contest with the black cat while you and Hoseok began to collect herbs.

“I’ll send you my location,” Jungkook told the person on the phone, “15 minutes? We can wait here.”

“What does cinnamon do?” Hoseok asked, drawing Jungkook’s attention toward him.

“Alright, thanks Joon.” Jungkook hung up the phone, “Namjoon is coming for us. What are you guys doing?”

“Have you ever done a palm reading?” You asked Hoseok, ignoring Jungkook.

“No, but I’m down to try.”

“Sorry for keeping you up,” Jungkook said with a tired sigh as he looked at you hoping for a bit of acknowledgment on your part but you were currently helping Hoseok seal a mason jar with green candle wax.

Look…

Just listen…

Jungkook doesn’t think he has a type. He’s been with every type of girl possible since he started college but he’s never spoken to anyone like you. It’s not even just the way you’re dressed or the way you speak to your car but it’s also the store you worked at—or owned[?]. You’ve got his best friend making a good luck spell in the middle of the night and yet all Jungkook could think about is how cute you were.

Your skirt was fitted and it hugged your waist perfectly, exposing your torso and the way your shawl hung around your elbows instead of your shoulders was hot. You had these eyes that drew him in too, maybe it was your smudged dark makeup that made them stand out or the way you didn’t shy from staring into his eyes but he found it hard to look away.

“It’s a full moon tonight,” you said to him, “I was going to stay up anyway. I’ve already set up water to charge overnight.”

His brows furrowed, “Well, thanks anyway. What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“I’m Hoseok but you can call me Hobi,” Hoseok said with a confident smile, “This great wizard is Jungkook.”

“Dumbledore,” you said questioningly, “You took off your beard.”

“It was itchy,” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly.

You looked behind him, “Coal doesn’t seem to think so.”

Jungkook followed your stare, finding the black cat suddenly wearing the long white beard. Hoseok laughed, “Not you putting the beard on the cat, Kook.”

“I didn’t,” Jungkook scratched the back of his head, “Did I?”

You brushed past him, a soft scent of lavender incense overwhelmed him in a pleasant way and he couldn’t help but watch you in awe. There was just something about you… or maybe he’s had a long night and is imagining it.

“Joon is here.”

He can’t explain what it is but he can’t stop looking at you. Every move you made had his attention no matter how small and for a moment he forgot who else was around.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok snapped his fingers in front of his face, pointing out the window at the car parked outside, “Namjoon is here.”

“Oh, right,” Jungkook shook his head to snap out of the small trance he had been in, “Um, thank you Y/n, for letting us in.”

“No worries, Dumbledore, it made for an interesting night,” you held your cat in your arms now, forcing it to wave its paw goodbye, “And I do hope you tell me if the spell worked, Hobi.”

The two wanderers left the small shop of wonders and got in their friend’s car without further question, ending their night on a strange note that left one of them with curiosity.

The shop was home to you. It is where you felt most comfortable and it was passed down to you from a young age. It was a responsibility to help everyone who walked in, even if they asked for questionable things, you had to be there for them.

That’s why when a woman came in with tears down her face and a bundle of cash, you couldn’t just turn her away. Today your friend was working with you and he excelled in this sort of magic better than you did so you let him take the reel. He never seemed to mind intervening in the love lives of others and the shop was a safe space for men who’ve just been robbed and women who’ve been wronged.

“He’s a cheater,” she cried, “He lied to me a-and he thinks I’m just dumb. It’s not fair.”

“It’s not,” your friend said with a small smile, “Men like that can’t just walk around without any repercussions.”

“Jimin,” you warned him softly, watching the way he seemed to get the woman hyped on the thought of getting back at her husband. This is where he specialized, any sort of love magic no matter how bad, he loved it. You weren’t like him, you believed too much in karma to involve yourself in bad situations but you were never able to talk him out of it and it made the customer happy.

“Hush, Y/n, a simple hex never hurt anyone,” Jimin said, practically kicking his feet with glee, “Would that make you feel better, honey?”

The woman nodded her head, completely hypnotized by your best friend he disappeared behind another curtain toward the greenhouse. You waited behind idly, unsure what to do or say when a delivery driver pulled up in front of the building. Coal had flipped the sign to ‘CLOSED’ while Jimin performed his magic and the driver got out of his car holding a bouquet of flowers and a small box.

“Trust me, after this he won’t ever be able to please another woman again,” Jimin told her as he cut into a rotten eggplant.

You left the two quietly, making your way to the front door and ignoring the instructions Jimin gave the woman as she began to repeat the small chant he said.

You opened the shop door, stepping out, “Are you looking for someone?”

“Um… is this Scarlet&Sage? I’m looking for a Y/n.”

“That’s me,” you told him with furrowed brows, eyes widening as he practically shoved the bouquet of flowers into your hands and the gift box, asking you to sign before leaving. It took you a moment to process what happened before you headed back inside, just in time to watch Jimin finish the hex by helping the woman sew up the cut eggplant with candle wax and twine.

“You’ll want to leave this somewhere he can’t find it,” Jimin told her but you left before you could hear anything else.

You carried your things to the back room which was really just an extended shed of herbs and dried plants, Coal following close behind with curiosity as you opened up the small envelope inside.

‘Thank you for helping two strangers out so late in the night :) hopefully we’ll cross paths again

— Jeon Jungkook, Dumbledore’

The letter made you smile, a small blush forming on your cheeks when you pulled the lid off the box and gasped. Inside were two things, the first being a black hair clip with a pretty design on it and the second was a cat toy—Halloween themed. There was a sticky note on the plush skeleton fish that said, ‘For Cole’ on it that had you both sighing in disbelief.

Coal scratched at the note until it fell away from his new toy and ran away with it, surely to sulk at the misspelling of his name and pretend like he didn’t like the gift.

“Who’s the admirer?”

A light yell left your lips, nearly dropping the box as Jimin appeared at the doorway, “What admirer?”

“This one,” Jimin took the bouquet, examining it quickly with pursed lips, “Do tell me, Y/n, I am dying for the smallest sign of human interaction you might receive. I feel like you’ve become a recluse.”

“I have not,” you argued, letting him cut the tips of the stems, summoning over a vase with a wave of his hand that had it sliding across the wooden countertop to where he was, “I just… I do not have the time.”

“For?” Jimin asked setting the flowers up beautifully for you, “Oh whatever, just tell me who the flowers are from.”

“Nobody important,” you said almost shyly as your friend led the way back into the shop, ducking his head under twinkly lights and waving a finger to flip the sign back to ‘OPEN’, “The other night two men came in. They needed a phone and I let them use mine, that’s all.”

“Were they attractive?” Jimin asked with a raised brow, his instincts tingling at the hint of romance. Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams played in the background filling in the silence you left behind as you stopped to think about it.

The other night you met a dead hockey player and Dumbledore. Jungkook had been covered completely by old rags until the end when he took off the beard and even then the poor night lighting didn’t do well to make him attractive.

Still, part of you knew the two men would be considered popular just based on their looks.

“I think so,” you told him honestly, “It was hard to know, they were dressed up for a costume party.”

“You should have asked for their number,” Jimin said humorously, “Maybe then this god awful dryspell of yours would end.”

You rolled your eyes at his play on words before welcoming in a group of girls headed toward the crystals, “It’s not a dryspell and we both know it.”

“Oh, right,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “The curse. You give it too much power, sure there have been accidents in the past but those were all mere coincidence!”

“I’m sorry, but my first boyfriend losing a finger just a week after he fingered me for the first time doesn’t sound coincidental,” you half whispered and half shouted.

“It was a bowling accident!” Jimin laughed loudly.

“And what about the guy next door who used to help me water my plants before his house caught on fire?” You asked with a tilt of your hand that had him shrugging.

“Maybe he should’ve worried about the dry air in his own home before coming to yours,” Jimin joked.

“I’m serious, Jimin. Anyone who shows even the slightest interest in me gets hurt, and I mean literally not figuratively,” you said.

It was not a secret and your best friend knew it. Everyone who practiced the craft around here knew of the curse bestowed upon your family.

A curse on any man that dared love any woman in your family—you’ve seen it happen before and you’re not interested in hurting someone because of a centuries old curse you were born with.

Jimin had nothing to say now as he looked at the flowers with such curiosity he could practically picture the man who sent them.

Jeon Jungkook was special and everyone around him knew it. From his looks to his personality, there was not a single person unable to be charmed by him. It was a gift, really, just one smile or one look and he could practically get whatever he wants.

Of course, that’s not always a good thing, and that’s why he takes full blame for what happened last weekend. If he had known the girl who flirted with him had a boyfriend… he would have never hooked up with her in the bathroom. If they never hooked up then his things wouldn’t have been stolen and his tire wouldn’t have been slashed.

Sometimes he forgets that his actions have consequences and that night he learned how much of an asshole he really is to kiss a taken woman. The only good thing that came from it was the strange visit to an even stranger shop with an owner who blew his mind away.

He was beginning to think there’s something wrong with him. Why can’t he stop thinking about you? At first he thought it was out of guilt for bothering you that late so he had flowers delivered as a thank you but you still haven’t left his head. He’s nearly forgotten what you look like and he doesn’t like that.

“I can’t believe I got the promotion,” Hoseok said with a smirk as he plopped down on the chair next to Jungkook’s.

“You worked hard for it,” Jungkook reminded him.

“What if that little jar really did help?” Hoseok asked curiously, making Jungkook laugh suddenly and his brows furrowed, “I’m serious, Kook. I really thought they were gonna give it to the other guy.”

“Hobi, you worked your ass off for it,” Jungkook told him honestly, “Some stupid jar of cloves and cinnamon didn’t do it.”

That made his friend roll his eyes, “Whatever, I’m still stopping by the shop to offer my thanks—“

“You’re going back?” Jungkook asked, a look of interest in his eyes, an idea running rampant in his head at the thought.

There was a sudden urge to see you again running through his veins.

The shop felt surprisingly cozier during the day and it smelled of pomegranate and basil. A few customers shopped around, unable to help themselves from watching the two attractive men look every bit out of place as they felt while a man helped behind the counter.

Jimin popped his head over a jar of worms, eyes widening as he practically ran up the spiral steps in search of you. Your eyes were closed as you imagined a white light running over your body eliminating any piece of bad energy in sight. A set of silver headphones played lulling sounds of nature and the flicker of white candles helped lighten the dark room as you attempted to do your midday meditation. You sat with your legs crossed neatly and your floral skirt touched the ground even when your body floated in the air in concentration.

“Y/n!”

You’ve become one with your surroundings, you felt the energy coursing through you with each deep inhale and exhale you let out and your body became weightless, unable to think of anything but absolute clarity.

“Y/n!”

The sudden yank on your headphones caused you to snap out of the trance, falling to the ground with a hard thud that had you hissing in pain, “Ow!”

“He’s here!” Jimin said, snapping the candles off while helping you untangle your headphones.

“Who?” You asked, wrapping your loose cardigan tighter around your torso.

“The one who delivered the flowers,” Jimin said urgently as he took your hand in his and practically rushed you downstairs. You didn’t even get a chance to put your shoes back on and you had to hold the end of your matcha green skirt up to keep from dragging across the floorboards.

“How do you kno—“

“Instincts,” Jimin said, wiggling his nose, “I can just tell.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him as you joined him downstairs, not fully believing he knew who he was talking about until you saw it with your own eyes. Hoseok was much more familiar to you than the other considering his costume still looked like him but Jungkook was the one who caught your attention. He ditched the gray robes for black jeans and a white shirt under a black and white leather jacket. His hair was sleek and he had facial piercings you didn’t remember seeing last time but he looked good…

“Y/n! I got the promotion!” Hoseok said cheerfully, taking your focus for himself. You smiled sweetly, “Really? That’s wonderful.”

Jungkook found himself speechless when he saw you appearing from behind the celestial tapestry. He can’t explain it but you looked utterly beautiful. The crystal suncatcher he had seen the other night proved its purpose today by reflecting a soft rainbow on your complexion and he found it hypnotizing.

“Did you receive my flowers?” He found himself asking, damn near stuttering. Today you wore a matcha green floral skirt and a cream colored cardigan matched with some crystals around your neck. It didn’t sneak past him the fact that you were barefoot but it seemed to fit you either way.

“I did, they smelled wonderful,” you said joyously, “But…”

His lips parted with worry, ready to ask what happened when a deep meow took his attention. Your black cat curled around your skirt practically begging to be picked up and you did just that, cuddling the feline against your chest, “Coal is a bit bothered by the gift.”

Jungkook was left confused, watching the cat who seemed to be glaring at him, “Cole is?”

“Yeah, you see, you spelled his name wrong,” you said with a sigh, “His name is coal like the carbonized rock, not a man’s name.”

“Oh?” Jungkook tilted his head, “Oh. Coal, black as coal?”

“It’s because he’s a black cat,” Hoseok said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world to name your cat after a fire starter.

“Well, maybe he could appreciate the effort?” Jungkook asked, trying not to think of how ridiculous he sounded practically begging the feeling for forgiveness.

“He’s a bit of a grudge holder but maybe he’ll come around,” you said with a distressed sigh, staring off into the distance seeming like your mind was miles away. Hoseok had lost interest in the conversation as he began to skim through a book about runes while your coworker slash best friend pretended not to eavesdrop behind the counter. Jungkook watched you curiously as you focused on a group of teenage girls nosing through the incense sticks.

“Whatever you said to Hobi seemed to work the other day, he aced the interview,” Jungkook said, feeling the need to try and talk to you still. There’s just something about you.

Your entire essence felt whimsical and he wishes he could pinpoint what has his heart beating so fast but he can’t.

“It was the spell,” you told him with a smile, letting it fade when he scoffed in disbelief.

“No, seriously.”

“I am being serious,” your eyes narrowed, “We put a lot of effort into it.”

Jungkook would love to argue about magic and spells not being real but it was very clear this was not the place to do it—especially not when he can hear the guy behind the counter offer a potion to someone. He seemed like a con artist and yet you worked with him, did that make you one too? When he looked at you, he could easily assume you were dressed up for Halloween, it was October and some people go all out for the month. That could be you…

Or you could be playing a part for the store, doing whatever you could to get the sales going even if it meant packaging herbs in mason jars and calling it a spell.

The look you were giving him made it obvious that you were beginning to question his intentions too and he felt the need to backtrack even if his instincts were telling him not to, “Well uh, whatever you um… did worked.”

You flashed him a pretty smile, already losing interest in him as you turned around to see who was in the store. He couldn’t help but try and follow after you in hopes of keeping your attention on him but when he took a step, he nearly tripped and had to grab you for support. The two of you looked down, a small laugh bubbling in your throat, “Coal! You do not play tricks on people just because you’re mad.”

The cat meowed in response as you suddenly dropped to your knees before him, his heart racing at the action until you began to untie his shoelaces which had been knotted together so he would trip when he took a step. Jungkook laughed nervously, “I don’t remember doing that.”

“It was Coal,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “If anyone knows how to hold a grudge it’s that cat. Coal, say sorry.”

As if the cat understood what you said, he meowed as he ran off, making sure to hit Jungkook’s leg with his tail. He shook his head in disbelief at the way Coal responded so human-like, wondering if his dog acted this way too at times but he didn’t. Bam was always sweet and energetic, not a grudge holder or trickster like the feline. With a sigh he tried moving on, looking around for you only for you to be going behind a curtain toward a greenhouse. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to follow you, not caring about the sign that said no customers and searching for you.

“So, Y/n, I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow,” Jungkook said suddenly, “I was thinking we can get dinner as a thank you for the other night.”

“Oh,” you came to a stop, staring at a basket of molasses and shook your head, “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Jungkook was left speechless, unsure what to say as you once again seemed to disappear before his very own eyes, leaving him to look around confused and alone. He had no choice but to head back to the main store where he found you tying a string around Hoseok’s wrist. How did you move so quickly?

You mumbled something to his friend that he couldn’t quite hear and he’ll admit it made him a bit jealous. It’s not that he had strong feelings for you but here he is fighting plowing after that y only for you to wander off away from him. Was something wrong with him? Were you more interested in Hoseok? Jungkook had never struggled to keep a girl’s attention and yet it feels like your mind is everywhere else but him. Sure, you might be different from his usual type but did that mean he was different from yours? What kind of guy is your type anyway?

Someone with glasses who likes astrology?

“Jungkook,” you called for him rather softly and yet he went to you as if on command. You held up a string necklace with some sort of rock or marble on it and he didn’t hesitate to lean down so you could put it on him. It was a blue marble with a white circle and a black dot inside the circle.

“What is this?” He asked, swallowing dryly when your hands brushed against his neck.

“It has many names depending on where you’re from but, it’s an evil eye. It helps protect you from misfortune and anyone who wishes ill intent toward you,” you told him, making sure the bead sat perfectly between his collarbone, “I figured after the night you got your things stolen, it was better to stay protected.”

“Is there anything that would protect me against him, Y/n?” Hoseok joked, joining the two of you now, “If anyone brings me bad luck it’s Jungkook considering he’s the reason everyone’s always out to get us.”

He turned to Hoseok ready to tell him to shut up but his friend always struggled to read the room. Hoseok just laughed like he was telling the funniest joke, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s true. Who’s the one who made out with a girl who’s already taken?”

“I didn’t know,” Jungkook said and despite it being the truth, everyone looked at him differently now.

“So you’re one of those guys,” the man behind the counter said with a mischievous smirk that had Jungkook turning around to look at him. “One of what guys?”

“The ones I hex—“

“So!” You cut Jimin off suddenly, standing directly in front of Jungkook now, chest nearly touching his that his breath caught in his throat, “What are your plans for the night? Are we taking too much of your time? I’m sure it was a long drive out.”

“Is this a subtle way of saying it’s about time we leave?” Jungkook asked with an amused smile, a bit taken back by how flustered you seem to be. There was something charming about you, a complete stranger, and it keeps drawing him in. He finds you physically attractive in a way he’s never found anyone like before. He thinks you dress differently, you present yourself differently, you remind him of a fairy or some mythological creature—just enchanting… and it makes him feel ridiculous.

Why does he feel this way toward you?

“I—That’s not h-how I meant it,” you shook your head, blush running through your cheeks, “I just assumed you probably had more important things to do.”

“And what if I said this was the important thing for today?” He asked with a tilt of his head, not caring much for his friend who was busy looking at all the crystals or the guy behind the counter who pretended not to listen, “Talking to you.”

This time around he raised a smile from you, “It would be flattering, but I know it’s not.”

He smiled, “What if it was?”

You didn’t hesitate to look into his eyes despite the way he seemed to close the distance between you like you were the only two in the shop, “It’s not.”

“Why don’t you think so?” He asked, attempting to rest his arm on the counter only for him to hit Coal instead, awkwardly jumping back and watching you smile with amusement.

“Because it would be so sad to hold a mere occurrence with me, a complete stranger, with such high importance.” The tone you said it in sounded cute, like you were genuinely pitying him for living such a boring life even if that wasn’t the case.

It took Jungkook a second to process your response and he couldn’t go any further. It was very clear you didn’t want him around anymore and you already rejected his proposal to go out. He did not want to seem like a pushy person and he has to just accept that you’re simply not interested. Does it make sense to him? No. He’s a catch, every girl tends to want him—but he won’t push any further.

He swears.

“I guess we’ll get going then and let you get back to work,” Jungkook couldn’t help but look back down at your patterned skirt or pretty neck adorned with handmade jewelry, “Maybe next time I’ll buy something.”

“Next time?” You asked as he grabbed the back of Hoseok’s shirt, dragging him behind toward the front door. Jungkook smirked, “Yeah! I mean… this can’t possibly be the end, right?”

“Well, I didn’t think anything here would pique your interest,” you said looking around at the dangling gold stars and the hanging tapestries stuck to the ceiling.

“On the contrary,” he practically mimicked your form of speech as he shoved Hobi out the door, “My interest has been piqued. I’ll see you around?”

You wrapped your cardigan around yourself more snugly, feet finally growing cold under the flooring and appearing more flustered, “I guess so.”

He smiled, waving goodbye as he fought off Hoseok who nearly jumped over him to bid his own farewell.

“Oh, he’s smitten,” Jimin laughed the second the door shut with the chime of the bell above it. It made you roll your eyes almost instantly, “He’ll get over it. He seems like a flirt.”

“Mhm, and he’s flirting with you,” Jimin said, watching you with amusement, “Whatever shall you do?”

“What I always do,” you told him matter-of-factly, “Ignore.”

Jimin looked down at the book of moon magic before him, pretending to skim through it, “Like you always do? And how’s that working out for your love life.”

“Listen to yourself, you love witch,” you said with a groan, lifting a finger to slide the book away from him without touching it, “He’s a stranger.”

“Don’t they always start out that way?” Invincible hands opened the book for him as it slid across the counter till it was directly in front of him again and he resumed to read.

Jimin shrugged, “I’m just saying. It wouldn’t kill you to open up to someone.”

“It would probably kill them.”

“Yeah, but there are plenty of fish in the sea and way too many men in the world.”

The sky was a shade between blue and gray, and every now and then he could feel a rare drop of water fall on him as it threatened to sprinkle. The autumn leaves crunched under his thick shoes as he crossed the lawn of the courtyard on his way to his next class—running behind only a little.

You would think being in his last semester of schooling would make him have his shit together but it really only seems to make his life a bigger mess than before. It’s like it hasn’t clicked in his mind yet how close he is to the end and he still wants to spend his weekends getting drunk at parties and showing up to Monday morning lectures way too late.

“Jungkook!”

To be honest, he doesn’t ever want to admit it but his life is a hot mess. He’s all over the place—all the time. He gets into bad situations with girls and he does awful in school. He’s not that great at work and he struggles to focus on anything but he doesn’t know what to do.

The night of the party was a bit of a wake up call to him. Obviously he hadn’t changed yet but… he got his shit stolen and his car broke down in the same night. That’s enough drama to get a man thinking about his life choices. He needs to make changes but he doesn’t know how. How does he give up the parties and the drinking so he could take things more seriously?

“Jungkook!”

“Huh?” He slipped an AirPod out of his ear as he turned around in search of who called for him. About a foot or so away from him stood a girl, short blonde hair, painted red lips and Chanel jewelry on. She was the sort of attractive that anyone walking past might turn and stare but he just seemed to tilt his head with curiosity.

“We met at the club a few weeks ago, remember?” She asked, looking up at him with flirty eyes, “You bought me a drink?”

“I did?” Jungkook asked, letting his eyes trail down her head to her body and so on, “What’s up?”

“Oh, uh, I was wondering if you were busy today? I’ve seen you around campus and I still owe you for the drink so how about some coffee?” She asked running her fingers through her hair.

“I’m good but thanks,” Jungkook said, already attempting to walk away. He’s late for his lecture and he’s sure the professor won’t bother opening the door for him so he’s better off going to the library until his next class. He’s got two more lectures and then he’ll work tonight so there’s no time to go out with a girl he doesn’t even remember the name of.

“Wait! I just… yknow. I just want to say thank you for the drink,” she follows after him, “One cup won’t hurt anyone, right?”

He looked back down at her with a sigh. She really was cute and his usual type but he’s not interested. Sure he has about two hours before his next lecture but does he really want to waste that time on some girl he met while drunk [that he most likely only approached because he wanted to hook up with her?].

“Alright, can I pick the place?” Jungkook asked suddenly, watching the girls eyes widen happily as she eagerly nodded her head.

Jungkook had no idea why he agreed or where he even planned on taking her, he just knew it was a bit far but familiar—to him, at least.

He didn’t give her much room to come up with anything either before they were catching a bus to the other side of town where the buildings looked older and more fit for the fall season with the dead leaves and puddles in the dark pavement. Scarlet&Sage looked surprisingly busy today with customers going in and out without stop.

He only knew this because the coffee shop he was currently at was right across the street from it. Please do not ask him how this came about… he’s not sure. He just remembers seeing the cafè the last time he came over here and when the blonde girl asked for coffee it was the first place that came to mind. It had absolutely nothing to do with the whimsical character he’s encountered in the small shop of wonders.

“So, do you like the coffee here?” The blonde asked as they sat at a small round table near the large window that gave him the perfect view of the outside.

“It’s alright,” Jungkook mumbled, looking down at his cup wondering what you might be doing.

It’s not that he was weirdly obsessed or anything. He was just mildly interested.

Mildly.

His attention should be on the blonde but he couldn’t even remember her name and he was too embarrassed to ask. He talks to a lot of girls like her… he’s hooked up with a lot of girls like her and sometimes they all start to blend and he just can’t pick them apart. As stated, the blonde is hot, he’s not going to deny that and clearly he had approached her at some club for that reason but right now she just seems so bland.

It’s become a bit of a problem of his and he’s beginning to notice it. Jungkook did not consider himself a player by any means but he would be lying if he said he didn’t date a lot of girls. That’s why right now that he’s with some random girl who invited him to coffee, he couldn’t really think of her. He only agreed as an excuse to come to this side of town in hopes of stopping by the shop but now he’s stuck here with a stranger while you’re across the street doing who knows what.

The shop had been busy at open but once the rush had gone, things had visibly slowed down for the two witches. Jimin was bored to death, arguing with Coal over the dumbest of things and you tried busying yourself with useless flicks of your finger to turn on and off all the candles on the counter. Crystals by Stevie Nicks played from a small boombox tucked into a bookshelf and the cold autumn day dragged by too slow for your liking.

It’s not that you expect an exciting day on the regular but ever since you met those two strangers one October night, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would have more occurrences like that. When Jungkook sent the gift and flowers it was a nice surprise that brightened your day and when he and Hoseok popped in a few days later… well that also brought a sense of warmth. It couldn’t possibly be because you were interested in seeing Jungkook again despite how obviously handsome he was.

You do not allow yourself to fall in love or even gain a small crush toward anyone when you know the repercussions. Jimin could mock you for it all he wants but the curse has proven to be true time and time in your line of witches and you do not want anyone to fall victim to it because you foolishly allowed yourself to like someone.

Sure, deep down you’re a romantic but aren’t most people? Don’t most people wish to meet that one person that makes their heart race or their smile widen? Someone they find comfort in without even realizing it at first but once you do you don’t ever want to leave their arms? Isn’t that what everyone wishes even when they don’t know it? Even the most anti-romantic individual must at some point crave the intimacy that comes with finding the one they love.

It’s inevitable to feel this way but you can’t act upon any feelings you might have toward someone—you shouldn’t, and therefore you remain single despite something inside you wishing to change that. It’s for the best, honestly and maybe if you wish strong enough… you’ll never have to see Jungkook again because despite not knowing him at all… you can’t help but think about him.

“Y/n, I have a favor to ask,” Jimin said with a sigh as he joined you at the counter, “And there was nobody else I could think to ask this of aside from my most beautiful celestially whimsical best friend.”

The corners of your lips curved upward, rolling your eyes playfully as you waited for him to go on and just say it. His eyes met yours and with an adorable pout he asked, “Do you mind running to the post office for me? I’ve got a palm reading appointment in ten.”

“Oh, I suppose I could make a quick run,” you told him with a dramatic sigh, fighting back a smile when he squeezed your face in his hands. “I absolutely adore you, you beautiful witch.”

Jimin left to retrieve two white envelopes he needed you to drop off and you took them happily, heading to the door when you turned back to look at him, “Remind how amazing I am for doing the smallest of tasks for you.”

“Undeniably amazing.”

The coffee at the cafe was not memorable at all, in fact, Jungkook doesn’t know if he would ever come back again but deep down he knows he will, even if it’s just an excuse to stare at Scarlet&Sage. He’s ashamed to admit he couldn’t even pretend to act interested in what the blonde said and at some point she must’ve realized that because they sat together in silence. Her eyes wandered around the cafe while his focused on the brick storefront of your shop, wondering if he should stop by and say hello or not.

When the door seemed to open from the inside, he could physically feel his heart race and soon enough… you were there standing in a dark blue velvet slip dress with brown leather boots and golden star clips in your hair, shivering slightly with the cold and he acted before he could think.

“I’ll be right back,” Jungkook said abruptly, raising to his feet, not bothering to even look back at the blonde when she called his name and left the shop with all his things.

“Y/n!”

You read the sending addresses on the envelopes, smiling when you realized Jimin was sending this to a good friend of yours. At first, you didn’t hear the call of your name. If anything made you stop, it was the sudden howl of wind that had a stream of fallen leaves circling around you, following the sight of them until you turned back to find the one person you had been thinking about standing there before you.

“Jungkook?” You couldn’t hide the look of pleasant surprise on your face as you gave him a moment to catch up to you, “Did you trim your hair?”

That made him pause for a moment as he ran his fingers through the short black hair, shy smile on his face, “I did. Does it look bad?”

He didn’t ask where you were going when he began to walk alongside you. You shook your head, “I like it. It suits you, but I’m sure everything does, Dumbledore.”

“Will you ever let that go?” He asked slightly embarrassed by the worst night of his life and how strangely it was the reason the two of you met.

“Oh, of course,” you said, unable to catch the playful tone in his voice, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I didn—you didn—I just meant…” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, “Um… so what are you doing?”

“I’m running an errand for Jimin,” you told him casually, turning the corner of the block with him at your side, “And what about you?”

“I wanted to try the coffee place across the street from you. I missed a class today and had time so…” Jungkook bit his lip wondering what more to say.

“The coffee is not good,” you said and he smiled. “It isn’t.”

“So… Y/n, I know last time you said it wasn’t a good idea but… I don’t know, I was wondering if maybe we could still try and get dinner. I don’t mean to push bu—“

“Why?” You asked suddenly, big sparkly eyes staring at him that he felt his breath hitch when the two of you stopped in front of the post office. He had to blink away the shock a few times before he was able to snap back into reality. Jungkook reached for the door, hearing the sound of bells above as he let you brush past him and head inside.

Why? What did you mean why? Did you find it strange that he wanted to go out with you? Did you think he had no valid reason to seek you out? Did he?

You left his side to drop the envelopes down the shoot before returning to him with a soft hum, singing some indie song in your head, thanking him when he held the door open for you again.

“I wish I could give you a million reasons as to why but I can’t,” Jungkook told you honestly, watching the way you seemed to shiver in the cold again. You forgot a cardigan or shawl and were sincerely regretting it now. He didn’t hesitate to take off his crewneck, offering it to you despite the cold biting his skin now and he finished his thoughts, “I only have one, Y/n and I think it’s fairly simple. I want to get to know you because I find you beautiful and interesting and you make me curious.”

“A lot of people are beautiful and interesting,” you tried to brush him off despite the sudden warmth running through your veins as you became overwhelmed by the lingering scent of his cologne on the sweater.

“But not like you,” he said and he surprised himself. When has he ever called someone beautiful and mean it? Another rustle of wind carried dead leaves in the air, this time circling around the two of you and you couldn’t help but watch one get caught in his hair.

“I don’t get you,” you admitted, walking a bit faster toward the shop now, “We’re practically strangers still and I’ve said no once so… yknow… I mean… wouldn’t you have other girls to try? Probably prettier ones and more outgoing so really there’s no need to try and go out with me when I’m sure you have better options out there with people you’re much closer to.”

Jungkook scoffed, a small smirk on his face, “I didn't think there was anything to get. I… well… yes, I do know others who I could ask but I’m not interested in any of them, only you.”

Was it that obvious that he had become a bit of a player? A romantic who jumped into relationships or flings for the adrenaline they brought? Could you read that on his face? With the way you turned to look into his eyes, he wondered if that really was the case.

You shouldn’t involve yourself with him.

It’ll only complicate things.

He seems to be a flirt, he could get anyone he wants so why is he stuck on you?

You’re already a bit interested in him too and that’s dangerous but when you look at his neck and see the necklace you gave him, you felt happy—not good.

“I’m a witch.”

Jungkook chuckled suddenly, unable to tell if you were trying to change the mood or scare him off, “Good thing it’s October and it’s the Season of the Witch.”

He doesn’t believe you, obviously—or well, not to the extent that you mean. It’s not a secret you like the craft but he doesn’t expect you to have a flying broomstick lying around.

“It’s the truth, Jungkook,” you told him as you neared the shop, “And that means I’m not good for you.”

“Why? Because you have a black cat and love crystals?” Jungkook joked lightheartedly.

“No. Because I have a curse to those who like me and it could really put them in danger,” you said and for a second he seemed to falter… genuinely wondering if you were being serious or not. He doesn’t believe in magic or curses like you’ve convinced Hobi to but it was an odd thing to say… maybe.

Maybe it wasn’t odd at all considering your lifestyle choice but…

But…

No.

You can’t just suddenly tell him that and expect him to believe it. It’s one thing to be fascinated by it all and open a store about it and actually—

Magic isn’t real.

Curses aren’t real.

“So you reject me because of a curse?” He asked, studying you closely to see how he would react. You didn’t reject him because you were uninterested, but because you believe you’re cursed? He knew you were a bit odd when he first met you but to this extent? And to know it hadn’t scared him back to the blonde who was surely already visiting Jimin to hex him. “And not because you want nothing to do with me?”

You bit your lip, “It’s complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said, “Y/n, curses only have power if you believe in them and I don’t.”

Your eyes widened, unsure if you should be offended by his utter blindness to the magical or amazed by his clear mindset. What were you going on about? Did you expect him to run away when you said? Had you hoped he would? Would that have made it easier to not think about him? Maybe he just doesn’t fully believe you yet. Magic is a hard thing for everyone to accept.

People don’t want to believe what they can’t see.

“I should head inside now,” you told him quietly and you could visibly see the way he dejected, with his shoulders drooping, “And there’s something sticking out of your pocket.”

Jungkook barely had a second to process what you said before you were leaving him alone outside with his eyebrows furrowed as he felt around his black jeans with confusion.

His gaze softened with curiosity as he pulled out a piece of folded parchment paper from his pocket and opened it hurriedly.

‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you but here’s my number. xxx-xxx-xxxx — Y/n ☽’

Despite the utter confusion he felt on how you managed to put this note in his pocket, he felt more happy to know you’re opening yourself to him. He could worry about the strangeness of this later when it doesn’t feel like he’s on cloud 9 from simply getting a girls number.

“Jungkook!”

He bit the insides of his cheeks to hide a growing smile as he stuffed the paper back in his pocket, looking up with surprise as the blonde came up to him, “What happened? You suddenly left with some weirdo an—“

“I’m not interested,” Jungkook rushed out, “I’m so sorry, I seriously am but I can’t even remember your name and I’ve been too embarrassed to ask. You seem very nice and I’m sure I would’ve loved to get to know you but… but I want to pursue something with someone else. She’s a witch, apparently, which I find it hard to believe but she’s given me this note and I have no idea when she managed to give it to me without me knowing but it’s all so interesting and I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before over something so sm—“

“Asshole,” the girl gave him a small shove, cutting off his rant and stormed away from him. He watched her go with a bit of pity because she was right. He was an asshole… for taking her invitation and using it to meet you. For leading other girls on and leaving them when he was bored. For wasting their time and he swears he does feel awful now.

He wants to be different and he’s wondering if his racing heart for you would be the start.

Even with the shove the blonde had given him, he couldn’t help but smile and pull out the paper again to read over the note as many times as necessary just to remember today.

And so it began despite the countless amount of times you told yourself not to fall for anyone. It was hard when he was texting you as often as he could.

jungkook: I still want to kno how u got the note in my pocket

y/n: with magic, silly

jungkook: like a magician’s?

y/n: no :/

y/n: like a witch’s.

jungkook: …

jungkook: why are u so cute

y/n: glamour magic?

“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Jungkook’s friend asked one day as they met up at the campus library. He looked up at Taehyung who sat down across from him on some comfortable lounge chairs, already getting his laptop out.

“Her name’s Y/n,” Jungkook sat up, “She’s a bit strange and unusual—but in a good way!”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Cool, I guess. Anyway, are you coming this weekend?”

“Where to?” He asked, biting his lip as he thought of what to say back.

jungkook: or maybe that’s just how u are

y/n: maybe ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა but I’m dangerous

“Joon’s Halloween party,” Taehyung said, watching his friend smile before quickly typing.

jungkook: right…

jungkook: bc of the curse?

y/n: yeah

jungkook: nothing has happened to me yet

“Who?” Jungkook asked absentmindedly as he looked up for a mere second.

“Who?! Boy, don’t play with me. Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, big meaty buff Namjoon, our friend?” Taehyung scoffed with a laugh. Jungkook chuckled, “Oh right. Um… maybe.”

y/n: that’s bc we haven’t gone out

jungkook: so let’s change that and test the theory

jungkook: what r u doing tonight?

“I’ve invited some girls to meet us there, super hot, trust me you’ll like em,” Taehyung said despite how obvious Jungkook’s interest in you seemed. He had literally just brought you up and yet Taehyung didn’t seem to think that was going to stop Jungkook from wanting to meet other girls.

“Yeah…” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, leg bouncing anxiously as he waited for you to answer, “I’m not really interested.”

Taehyung audibly laughed, not believing his friend as he opened his laptop to do some work. Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him, “I’m serious. I’m talking to someone right now.”

“I mean… are you bringing her this weekend?” Taehyung asked, making Jungkook shrug his shoulders. “I’m not sure Y/n would want to go.”

y/n: it’s a full moon tonight

y/n: but I’m free

jungkook: want to go out for dinner?

y/n: okay ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

The smile that grew on his face from your text nearly slipped when Taehyung spoke up, “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Come on man, it’s not like you’re dating anyone and if so when has that ever stopped you from a good time?”

“I’m not saying I won’t go, but I’m saying I don’t want to talk to any other girls, man,” Jungkook said with a sigh as he checked the time on his screen, “Alright, I’ve got to get ready.”

“Why? You don’t work till later, right?” Taehyung asked while watching his friend gather his things to leave. Jungkook nodded, “Yeah but I’ve got plans after so I have to get ready now. I’ll see you this weekend?”

Taehyung gave up on his friend and waved him off with a dismissed goodbye.

“A date?!” Jimin nearly yelled into your ear as the two of you watered the plants in the greenhouse, “You have a date tonight?!”

“No,” you shook your head, “It's not like that… Jungkook and I are just getting dinner.”

“As a date,” Jimin said with a roll of his eyes, “There’s no point denying it, Y/n. I will admit he’s not the type I thought you would go for but I support it fully if it means you’ll finally let someone in.”

“Why are you being so dramatic?” You asked, “I’m… I only agreed to dinner because he asked and I didn’t want to reject him again. Once he’s gotten. What he wants I’m sure he’ll move on to the next.”

“Y/n,” Jimin’s tone was stronger than usual, “I don’t believe that. Even if Jungkook seems to be the type… he can clearly tell there’s something about you that makes things worthwhile. Stop doubting it and just allow yourself to go out with someone.”

Just as you were about to try and brush this off with an excuse that you had to leave, Coal came prancing in holding the small skeleton fish Jungkook bought for him and set it before you to play.

When Jungkook arrived in front of the shop, he’s not sure what he expected. You looked as pretty as usual in a brown floral maxi dress and a thin lace cardigan and shimmer in your hair. You always looked pretty to him, natural and whimsical, ethereal. He’s not sure why he feels this way but he does and he likes the feeling.

“Hi,” Jungkook felt breathless as he held the car door open for you, unsure why he felt nervous at all. He’s been on hundreds of dinner dates, this was nothing new for him so why were his hands growing clammy?

“You’re nervous?” You asked, finger brushing against the front of his white shirt. A smile came to his face, “Maybe.”

“Why?” You asked even as your own heart raced with nerves.

“Honestly…” Jungkook bit his lip, waiting at your door, “I don’t know, you make me nervous.”

“Is that good or bad?” You asked.

“Good, I think,” Jungkook smiled as he shut the car door and rounded to his side.

He had no reason to be nervous, really, Jungkook was into you and he had a feeling you were into him too. Why else would you have agreed? Yes, you’re a bit strange and he still doesn’t understand what you mean by curse or how you got the note in his pocket but that doesn’t scare him. Why doesn’t that scare him?

Why did he suddenly feel like dinner wasn’t enough? He always had dinner dates. It was always his go-to first date idea.

You stared out the window as he started the car, completely unaware of his growing panic at the realization. You were more focused on the glowing moon than him and yet the silence in the car didn’t bother him. Usually, whoever he was with would talk his ear off but you were quiet right now. Were you growing bored of him before you gave him a chance to open himself up to you? Would you think the dinner reservation he set for tonight would be too cliché? You don’t seem like a 5-star restaurant date. You don’t seem like the type to care and yet he blindly set the date up in the same manner he did every other girl he went out with.

The thought alone was making him antsy and it was hard to miss the way his finger tapped against the steering wheel as he drove off.

“So, what restaurant are we going to?” You asked in a gentle voice, in hopes that maybe he wouldn’t seem so quiet. The question made him bite his lip, playing with his lip ring as his brows furrowed in thought, “I—um…”

His hands were clammy.

You blinked away your confusion, eyes dropping down to your lap as you asked, “Do you not want to do this anymore?”

“No! I mean… I—I want to but uh,” Jungkook stopped at a red light, “I um…”

How does he tell you what he had planned tonight was the same thing he always did whenever he went on a date with a random girl?

How does he tell you that’s not what he wants for you?

“It’s a full moon tonight?” Jungkook asked suddenly, staring out his tinted windshield. You merely nodded your head silently.

“Change of plans then,” he mumbled to himself, turning on his blinker and when the light turned green he took a completely different route from that of the restaurant. You wanted to question him, wondering if he was taking you back home but after a while the city lights grew fewer and fewer and the hills got bigger and bigger.

Jungkook drove a short distance out of the city where large meadows began to cover fields and fields of hills. He pulled the car to the side of the road and without question he got out, opening the trunk first and you grew worried.

“Is this the plot twist? You drive me out of the city to plan my murder?” You jokingly asked as you got out of the car and joined his side. He rummaged through paper bags pulling out water bottles and small snack bags he must’ve bought a while ago. He grabbed an old blanket he tossed back there after crashing at Namjoon’s place and asked you to walk with him.

“No, it’s just,” Jungkook took a deep breath, trudging through the thick grass in the dark night with only the full moon and stars eliminating his way, “I want to do things differently with you. I wanted to get dinner, yes, but… but it’s a full moon, Y/n. Do you really want to spend your night indoors where you can’t even see it?”

He thought back to the star clips in your hair that shimmered like the sparkles in your eyes. The way you seemed to love the spirituality of life and he didn’t even have to know you well enough to know how in tune you are with nature. One look at you told him everything he needed to know and despite the cold autumn night… he knew you preferred it over wherever he planned on taking you.

“I…” you bit your lip nervously, following after him into the clear meadow surrounded by hills and a single road where the car had been parked, “I’m sorry but I don’t understand.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook stopped to look at you, “I don't know how to explain it but you feel different to me. Since the first night we met, all I could think about was you and I don’t want to ruin the first chance you’ve given me to get to know you by doing the same thing I do every time. I want to do something that would be fun, maybe, different and more to your liking. I want to know why you brought up the moon tonight or why you talk about curses and glamours and why you enjoy the smell of incense. I want to know how the note got in my pocket and how you seem to communicate with Coal like you could truly understand him. The strangeness of it all fascinates me and sitting in a stuffy restaurant eating subpar food won’t tell me anything about you besides that you let me take you on a boring date.”

“You’re a bit strange,” you confessed, a smile growing on your face as small fireflies fill the meadow, “But I like it.”

Jungkook extended the blanket on the ground, throwing the things onto it before collapsing on his side waiting for you to join him. You sat down tucking your dress under your legs and moved to lay on your back, the sound of crickets somewhere off in the distance as you stared up at the sky.

Usually, Jungkook picked the noisiest of places possible so that he wouldn’t have to have his full attention on whoever he was dining with. If the conversation got boring he could always find somewhere else to focus before he would finally just invite him to his bed. Right now he’s got nowhere else to look aside from the night sky and you.

“Do you meditate?” You asked.

“No,” Jungkook said, turning on his back with an arm tucked under his head and the other on the blanket, “But I can try.”

“Okay, take even breaths and try to clear your mind,” you told him as you let your eyes close for a moment, “The full moon is a time to let go and welcome new energy in your life by reflecting on what you need to release.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he tried to listen to you, tried to visualize what he would like to let go. What did he need to reflect on?

Was it his grades? His shitty part time job at the convenience store? His past mistakes in relationships?

“Listen to the sounds around you, let them help you find inner peace,” you whispered with the wind catching his breath, small sounds of nature here and there, “Visualize your dreams, your reflections. Find your release.”

It’s his last semester of school and yet he misses class when he’s late. He agrees to go out with girls he has no real intention of getting to know and he puts himself in messy situations that drag his friends along too.

He’s tired of acting the same way he did when he was younger—never took responsibility and was always careless in his actions. Even the other when he went out with the blonde but not because he wanted her, but because he could use her as an excuse to himself to come seek you out. He disregarded her feelings.

When Taehyung approached him about the girls he wanted Jungkook to meet, he expect Jungkook to lie about seeing them even when he was interested in you because that’s what Jungkook usually did.

How does he change his ways?

Tonight he wants to release his toxic patterns.

He wants to embrace change and welcome the shift of energy you brought him. He wants to form deeper connections with those around him and open himself up to new possibilities, no matter how strange.

“Y/n,” Jungkook’s voice came out raspy as his hand felt around the blanket blindly until your fingers brushed against his and he was going to hold onto them, “How do you do it?”

“Do what?” You asked him, letting him hold your hand, ignoring the sudden tingle up your arm. His eyes opened, “How do you make me want to find comfort in you when you’re essentially still a stranger to me?”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” you said.

“Tell me about the curse,” Jungkook couldn’t believe he was saying it. It was one thing to go along with the joke over text but now that he’s lying here with you, he’s curious.

“Really?” You asked looking at him, watching him nod his head making you sigh, “Why? You don’t believe in it anyway.”

“But you do,” he said truthfully, “And I want to see what makes you believe in i—“

His words slowed down as he watched a butterfly land on your fingertip as if you called for it yourself. He’s not sure if it meant anything or if it was just the utter fascination he had of you but he wanted to kiss you. It had nothing to do with getting you in his bed tonight and everything to do with just feeling you and when he raised his finger to touch yours, he took your hand and pulled you toward him.

You didn’t pull back like he thought you might, and before he could really process it, you were leaning into him. Jungkook placed a hand on your jaw, guiding your lips to his until finally, the softest touch made his insides melt. You kissed him gently, scared almost and his face fit perfectly between your hands as he hovered over you, eyes closed and warm to the touch.

Jungkook felt as if something burst inside him and he just wanted to chase that feeling with your kisses, unable to help himself from getting lost in the moment. He felt a bit numb to his surroundings, the only feeling he had was your lips on his and your tongue running along his with need. His breath was becoming short and the soft push of your hand on his shoulder had him pulling back reluctantly.

“You’re a good kisser,” you whispered against his lips and he couldn’t help but break into a smile, pecking your lips one last time before letting his head drop against your chest.

“It’s late,” he said with a small sigh as he looked up at you, finding your eyes stuck on the full moon.

You looked down at him and he could practically see the way you glowed underneath him.

He didn’t believe in magic or witches but, how else would he explain this feeling of being under a love spell?

And if he allowed himself to believe in love spells then did he have to believe in curses too?

“Now what do you mean you’re not coming tonight?” His friend asked, sporting Jungkook as he did a set of bench presses.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it,” Jungkook answered, counting how many he did, “I’ve got plans with Y/n.”

“And what? She won’t let you out for one night?” Namjoon asked with a slight roll of his eyes as Jungkook set the bar back in place and sat up with deep breaths, “She can’t come with us?”

“It’s not like that,” he shook his head no, “I haven’t even mentioned it to her.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but scoff as he took Jungkook’s place, “Why not? Would she be mad if you told her that you were going out with friends, for fucks sake?”

“What? No, No, Y/n’s not like that,” Jungkook was getting annoyed with his friend’s assumptions, “But I already talked about this with Taehyung. I’m not interested in partying right now or anything. I just wanna… yknow, chill?”

“You don’t even sound like yourself,” Namjoon said with a laugh, deciding to not push any further, “But whatever, I get it.”

“Get what?” Jungkook watched him move the bar to begin his set.

“You’re talking to someone,” Namjoon said with baited breath, “You've gotta be on your best behavior.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I’m holding myself back. If I wanted to go out, I would.”

He’s being honest. You’re not keeping him from anything and it’s not like he was forcing himself to be someone he’s not but this wasn’t that serious. Yes, he had a tendency to go out with his friends every weekend and lately that’s declined but it’s not because of you necessarily. He’s just realized he’s way too exhausted these days to exert this much energy on a night he would regret by morning. He made terrible decisions and he’s tired of getting himself in trouble because of them.

“Just say the word and we can leave whenever you want,” Jungkook spoke into your ear as you looked around at everyone surrounding you. It was loud and packed with people in costumes, all looking to spend a fun night out celebrating Halloween. You’ll admit, it’s a bit out of your element but you’ll learn to adapt. It will just take some adjustment but the energy seems high and it might be more fun than staying at the shop to hand out candy all night.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, letting him place a hand on your lower back to lead you to the bar. Tonight was the first time you’ll be meeting Jungkook’s friend but you don’t feel nervous. If anything, he seemed more nervous than you and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. Since your first date the two of you have really leveled up whatever has been brewing between you since the night you met.

You’ve been spending more time together but it usually consists of Jungkook visiting you or texting all day. You haven’t had a chance to see more of him yet— as it feels like he’s been trying to accommodate you—so you’re curious to see how the night plays out with him and his friends.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” A loud voice boomed from the bar where you could see a familiar face smile at you. Hoseok waved happily at you as Jungkook led you to him and the others who watched you curiously. Hoseok ditched the hockey player costume for simple skull makeup and a leather jacket.

“There was a line to get in,” Jungkook admitted, slipping his hand in yours and pulling you forward, “What do you want to drink?”

“Surprise me,” you said with a smile. Jungkook ordered something on your behalf before turning to his other friends, “Everyone this is Y/n.”

“Jungkook didn’t do you any justice,” Taehyung said with a curious tilt of his head, “You’re way prettier than he said.”

“Oh no, what else has he said about me?” You asked with a soft tone that had both Taehyung and Namjoon blinking in surprise.

“Um, well…. A lot of things, neither one of them have shut up since they met you,” Namjoon confessed, looking to Hoseok who seemed to also think highly of you.

“Yes, I think Y/n put a spell on me,” Jungkook teased, handing you a bluish lavender drink and sending you a wink. He, of course, still felt nervous considering this is the first time he’s introducing you to his friends. It’s not that he’s embarrassed of you or anything but he’s definitely worried about what his friends would say to you. Not that long ago, Taehyung tried getting Jungkook to lie to you just because he didn’t care for how serious Jungkook felt about you. Now, Taehyung is here talking to you and Jungkook is worried he might say something he shouldn't.

Honestly, when the night started he didn’t expect you to want to come out. Namjoon had been bugging him all day about it and he had full intentions of not going out so he could spend the night handing out candy with you but… It’s like you have a sixth sense and when you asked him if he had any other plans, he told you what he was invited to and asked you to come along. He full heartedly thought you would say no because you don’t seem like the type to come out drinking but for some reason you agreed and he was happy with that.

Of course he was nervous to introduce you to the others but when he looked over at you and found you smiling softly, trying your hardest to be in the moment, he was grateful. His friends didn’t talk bad about him to you despite the occasional teasing and you didn’t seem uncomfortable by it. Every now and then he would run his thumb against your hip to remind you he’s there but mostly, he just listened.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” you said after a while. Taehyung had asked you question after question about the shop or the spell jar you made Hoseok and you indulged him in it all.

“Hm?” Jungkook fixed the tilt in your witch’s hat, “I’m just listening.”

“Are you having fun?” You asked letting his arm encircle your waist until you faced him. He looked at his friends who managed to grab the attention of some girls nearby and were in deep conversation with them.

His shoulders lifted in a shrug, “It’s alright.”

Your nose scrunched up in thought as you looked away from him, he kept you close trying to get you to look back at him, “I mean… yeah it’s fun but it’s loud and hot and… I don’t know, I kinda want it to just be us.”

“Just us?”

“Yeah, my friends have been talking to you all night,” he said it like it was a secret, “And Joon said he wanted me here so I came but now I’m really in the mood for us to leave—unless you want to stay.”

“Are you trying to ditch out on us?” Hoseok put an arm around his shoulders, dragging him into his side, “You barely come out anymore and now you’ve got Y/n here so there’s no reason to not want to party. It’s Halloween!”

“I know, but,” Jungkook played with his lip ring as he smiled lazily, “You’ve been taking all of my girl’s attention and I’m tired of sharing.”

The words slipped out but he didn’t regret them, even when you looked up at him curiously. He expected some sort of response from you but you merely smiled and shrugged like you weren’t apart of this exchange so when Namjoon asked what was up, Jungkook was honest.

“I think we’re calling it a night,” he had your hand in his, pulling into him as he looked at his friends and whatever girls they were with, “But you guys have fun.”

“That’s it?” Taehyung asked, looking at you, “Y/n, you don’t want to go to another bar?”

Jungkook released a small sigh as he looked down at you. He would love to leave but if you wanted to stay and maybe go to a few more places before ending the night… he’d do it but only because it’s what you want.

“I miss my cat,” you said it so casually that the others couldn’t understand it as an answer at first until you were waving goodbye, happy you met them but ready to go.

You didn’t talk much in the car and Jungkook drove carefully taking you back to the shop that was connected to your home. He’s not sure if you were tired or distracted but you stared out the window chasing the moon through the city. At one point he glanced over and found you nipping at your bottom lip with worry but he tried not to overthink it. The night had been good and you got along with his friends so there wasn’t anything he would change but the silence made him worry.

The car pulled up in front of the lantern lit shop and he looked at you with nerves waiting to see how you would Halloween. It was late but there were still a few people in costumes wandering around and too early to really call it a night. You silently pushed open the door, ready to leave when you sighed, “Jungkook.”

He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he’s listening and you turned to him, “Earlier you called me—“

My girl.

“I know,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I just meant… I—I don’t know. Was it corny?”

A small laugh left your lips at his sudden question and decided to tease, “Just a little.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was worried about,” Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle, “I was trying to sound cool and…”

“Failed?”

“Whoa,” he held a hand to his chest, “I wouldn’t go that far.” The car was still on but he made no move to leave and neither did you. Instead, he just looked at you sitting half in his car with the door open, “You didn’t like it?”

“Um, it’s not that but,” you bit your lip in thought, “I’m just worried of your intentions.”

“With you?” He asked quietly, watching you nod your head shyly and he sighed, “You don’t know if it’s worth it.”

It sounded like a statement and he knew he was right. You were worried about the curse, he knew you well enough to know that but he doesn’t care. He wants to go out with you and some stupid age old curse isn’t going to change his mind. He understands that you believe it so he won’t look down on it but he wants to be with you.

“What if I said it was?” Jungkook asked with genuine curiosity, “It’d be the first time I get cursed by a witch.”

He meant the last part as a joke and it got you to smile so he was more comfortable to tease, “Maybe I’ll turn into a cat so Coal and I could be friends.”

“He doesn’t like having friends,” You said with a smile and he could practically see your walls crumble so he kept going.

“That’s a shame because I have a dog and he’s the friendliest boy you’ll ever meet,” Jungkook said with a defeated sigh.

“I’m warning you,” you said but he smiled. “I’ve been warned.”

“I won't be upset if you don’t want to see me anymore. I’m a bit weird, yknow?” You seemed to ask, already beginning to warm up to the idea and it was enough to give him hope.

“I would have never guessed,” he said as he twisted a silver star charm you had styled in your hair, leaning closer and closer till his face was only a couple centimeters away, “And if you’re trying to scare me off, it’s not working—I can wake up with a bald head of hair tomorrow and I’ll be fine with it as long as I get to talk to you again.”

“So, do you want to come up then?” You asked and you didn’t have to say it twice for him to be powering off the engine so he could follow you inside.

For the first time ever, he disappeared behind the celestial tapestry that led up to your front door, trying to look around in the darkness. You liked rich shades of purple and blue. You liked stars and sheer drapes on your ceilings. You liked stain glass lamp shades and big soft rugs. Your house was like a whimsigoth cottage in the city and your bedroom was everything he imagined it to be even in the dark.

He expected you to turn the lights or something but instead you seemed to snap a finger before a couple candles lit up the bedroom and he was lost in wonder. It felt like he was enjoying a cozy night in the woods, like he just rested his head on your lap and listen to you read his palm.

“Sorry, it’s a bit messy,” you shoved a couple books aside and looked around the bedroom, “Is there anything I can get you.”

Jungkook shook his head, deciding to go through your vinyls with curiosity, smiling whenever he saw a vinyl with the word ‘witch’ in the title. You explained to him that it was all Jimin’s doing because he found it funny to buy you every vinyl with a Halloween or witchy vibe to it.

“Jungkook,” you called to his distracted mind and he lifted his eyes to you, the reflection from the lit candles in his gaze. You were standing by the edge of your bed, looking shy as you took off the witch’s hat. His lips parted with surprise, letting his feet take him to you until you were face to face and so close that his front brushed against yours. “Is this really something you want?”

He was the guy who had every girl he wanted. He would go to parties and make out with people he should. He would make bad decisions and regret them right after but this feels far from a bad decision. It’s the first time in a while that something felt right and it had to be you. There’s a reason why he’s been cleaning his act up, going to all his classes, showing up to work on time and ditching the nights out getting drunk.

Of course this was something he wanted.

He wanted you.

He had feelings for you.

You felt warm and he wanted to brush his fingers against your hair. Your touch was gentle but sudden as you ran a hand down the front of his chest, circling around his neck taking all his attention once more and he began to lean into you.

“Of course this is something I want,” he said just above a whisper, letting his hands touch down on your waist, unable to hold himself back any longer before he was pressing his lips to yours and kissing you effortlessly.

You tilted your head back, kissing him with equal hunger as he pulled you even closer until your bodies began to mold together into one before guiding you to lay back on your bed. Jungkook was gentle but firm, his hands felt rough but he touched you with such softness when he ran them down your sides. He didn’t hesitate to try and relish in the feeling of you under him, kissing along your neck and pressing his lips to your pulse point until he could feel your breath hitch in your throat.

You’re not a virgin but you’re not entirely experienced and yet you couldn’t find it in you to be nervous. Not even when his hands began to hitch up your black dress making you raise your hips enough for him to pull it up. Jungkook never once pulled his lips away from your skin, the desire to leave love bites was too strong and you were so soft underneath him. You looked up at your dark ceiling with its silver stars plastered all over and a handing moon lantern at the center, letting him kiss down your chest and navel.

“Is this okay?” Jungkook asked with genuine concern as he laid between your parted legs. The skirt of your dress had been pulled up to your stomach exposing the black underwear you wore, feeling his gentle fingers run against your hips patiently. A smile came to your face when he rested his head against your thigh, looking up at you lovingly and you nodded your head.

Jungkook pressed a kiss to your inner thighs, nose brushing against the sensitive areas as his nimble fingers began to brush along the thin black fabric, not yet touching you directly but feeling the outline of what was underneath. He could almost feel it all, the curve of your mound down to the slit where he pushed his thumb against until he could make out your entrance and feel the way you seemed to gasp when he teased you.

You had to bite down on your lip to keep in the surprised yelp from the way he began to pull your underwear down, moving to kiss whatever he exposed, not shying away from being more intimate. He raised your leg, sliding the cloth off before placing soft kisses against your calf and thigh, leading your legs over his shoulders before he laid back down and looked at what was between them. You felt like running away from how focused he seemed on your heat, almost asked him why until he was leaning down, tongue coming out to swipe against your hooded clit teasingly.

The bed was lush with pillows, using them to sink your head into when he did it again, this time more firm and intentional. You’ll admit, it’s been a while since you last had gotten intimate with someone so you couldn’t help but squirm when his tongue became more languid in its movements, separating your folds with the tip of it and letting his lips tug on the pulled skin. You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling his fingers pinch your thighs to keep you still while he circled your hardening clit with the tip of his tongue before kissing your labia and licking up whatever slick you released.

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but let out when he pressed his tongue against your entrance, nose pushing against your clit and just letting himself be completely engulfed by your essence. You could practically feel him smile against your core when he tilted his head to the side to tug your labia softly between his lips before letting it go and repeating the action.

When your hand found his hair, he seemed to pause wondering if you wanted him to stop, but then he felt a tug and he was helplessly following after you until you kissed, neither caring if there was the taste of you on his tongue. A low groan bubbled up in his throat that slipped through your lips when your tongue licked along his like you didn’t care he had just been kissing your soaked pussy and that made him unbelievably hard.

Jungkook moved a hand down to your legs, finding its way to your wet cunt, gently pressing into the puddle of slick at your entrance before moving up to your clit and rubbing it between his fingers. Your hands were in his hair, tugging softly whenever he did something you liked and with his tongue down your throat, he didn’t hesitate to tease your entrance with his middle finger, already feeling how tight your walls are when he began to press inside. Your mouth slipped open in pleasure as he thrusted a long finger into your cunt, palm flat against your clit and rubbing it in rhythm with his finger that soon became two, “You’re so wet, Angel.”

His fingers were completely soaked and anytime he pulled out his fingers to push them back in, he could practically feel the puddle around them and it made his dick throb in his pants. Your kissing came to an end when Jungkook couldn’t help but feel the need to disappear between your legs again, a bit annoyed that the fabric of your dress was in the way but pulled away anyway.

You arched your back off the bed in pleasure when his mouth found your clit again, paying his full attention back on it instead of his fingers which never relented on pumping in and out of you with such vigor that your legs began to shake, “Jungkook.”

“Hm?” He moaned, teeth lightly tugging on your folds and watching them go back until he licked against them to do it again.

“Are you close, Angel?” Jungkook asks with an unusually hoarse voice when you start to clench around his fingers, “Go ahead, let go for me.”

Your face hot and your chest heaving at the intensity just as it hits you and you’re cumming with a whimper that you try and hide behind a closed fist when his tongue eagerly licks up your release as it flows out and around his fingers. It took him a while to stop, only when he felt your thighs tremble did he pull away, some of your release coating his lips and piercings that he hungrily licked clean. A curse left his lips breathlessly as he sat back on his knees and looked down to see the way your pussy was flooded in slick.

You sat up once you had caught your breath, moving closer as he stared at his coated fingers curiously and without thinking, you took his hand by the wrist and brought his fingers toward your mouth. He watched you lick the space between them before bringing them into your mouth and sucking your essence clean off them.

“Fuck, Y/n,” his eyes fell shut as he let himself sink into the feeling of his fingers being sucked into your warm mouth and it was so hot in this bedroom. He pressed his thumb against your cheek as he attempted to take his fingers out of your mouth so he could use two hands to undress finally and you let him do just that. You bit into your bottom lip when he took his shirt off exposing more tattoos and muscle you had never seen but knew was there.

He looked at you as he undid his jeans, kicking them off along with his briefs exposing his hard cock that pointed straight with need that had him wincing at even the slightest touch of his hand against his tip. You quickly pulled on your dress, proving Jungkook’s earlier thoughts right when he questioned if you wore a bra or not—the answer was not—and it led him straight back to you. He kissed down your collarbone, hands on your hips as laid down between your legs, cock against your core causing him to moan out when he raised a hand knead your breast.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered in realization as he looked down at the way his slick began to tease your clit. Of course he wanted to continue but he doesn’t have any protection and it’s up to you what you want to do.

Your hands roamed against his back, “Jungkook.”

He looked up at you, lip pulled between his teeth when he felt your hand disappear between your pressed bodies until it circled around his stiff member making him bite back a groan of pleasure. You gave him a few strokes, guiding him down until his tip slipped into your slick and he looked at you with want when you said, “Just fuck me.”

It was all he needed to let himself sink into your entrance, a low moan leaving his lips as he felt his cock open your walls to adjust to his size. He didn’t stop pushing until he was all in, waiting there and feeling your breath grow more impatient as you got used to the feel of him.

He took things nice and slow, still concerned that you might want to end things any second, hoping you began to feel easy how good it felt when he rolled his hips, pushing more of his cock into you when you tightened.

“Fuck…” Jungkook couldn’t stop from cursing as pleasure took over his instincts. His body perfectly molded against yours with no space between them as he only used his hips to fuck you, “So good.”

Although he’s ashamed, he’ll admit that he has had his fair share of sexual intercourse but he can’t remember the last time he felt this good. His body felt like it was moving on its own accord, seeking its own pleasure with yours and he was so close. He kissed along your neck when you tipped your head back, lips parted with the force of his hips pushing himself deeper in a steady, but rough thrust of his cock.

Your breasts pressed against his chest as he practically hugged you to him with each thrust and he knew you were as close as he was to release. He brought a hand up your side until he was cupping a breast in his palm, kneading the soft flesh and rubbing his fingertip against your nipple watching the way your jaw seemed to drop in warning that you were close. Despite his hair being much shorter than it used to be, it still fell forward and over his eyes looking sweaty.

“You feel so good, Angel” he grunts, talking you both through orgasm. It was true, although he was doing all of the work, every little moan he pulled out of you mixed with the feel of your body against his felt so damn good. It made all this patience he had when it came to you worth it.

When Jungkook knew you were just over the edge, he brought his hand down, barely pressing it into your clit when he felt your walls tighten, a growl leaving his lips at how you sucked his cock in until finally, the tension broke and he felt himself flood with your release. He dug his face into your neck, shaking slightly as he bit back his own orgasm until yours subdued and he carefully guided his dick back out. Once the air hit his exposed, soaked member, everything broke loose.

You had taken him in your hand, stroking him through release and costing your thigh in his cum, listening to his string of moans and groans of pleasure with a gentleness he’s not sure he’s ever felt.

It took you both a while to regain some awareness and were ashamed to admit it was Coal’s persistent meowing on the other side of the bedroom door. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh as he let himself collapse down on your bed next to you, breathing heavily with a hand on his chest as he saw stars—literally, littered across your ceiling. His hand searched endlessly for some sign of you, taking a lock of your hair and twisting it around his finger when you moved to sit up, hands covering your exposed intimates almost shyly. He raised a curious brow, sitting up on his elbow as he looked at the mess the two of you had made.

“You okay?” He asked with concern. The candles lit around the room reflected a soft glow off your skin and you looked as ethereal and whimsical as he thought that first night.

“Yes,” you said quietly, “I think I need a shower, though.”

He smiled, “So let’s take one.”

The next morning you found him sitting at the wooden counter of the shop.

“What are you reading?” You asked Jungkook as he had a book open, studying it carefully.

“Natural contraceptives,” Jungkook mumbled as he wrote down the names of various herbs on an old napkin, “I should have been more prepared last nigh—Do you have Black Cohosh or Angelica by chance? I heard if you drink it in a tea, it should help promote menstrua—“

Your hand covers his mouth when you felt the tall tale signs of your best friend approaching. Even before Jimin opened the door to the shop, he had a shit eating grin at the sight of you two, and not caring much for secrecy as he waved a finger to turn the sign to ‘OPEN’.

“So what did the two of you get up to last night?” He asked casually, trying to peak at the book that you quickly slammed shut bringing an amused smile to Jungkook’s face.

“We went out for some drinks,” Jungkook answered, standing up with an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I’m going to start boiling water.”

It was strangely comical and endearing the way he acted and Jimin watched the way your gaze followed after him.

“Wow, and I didn’t even have to cast a love spell to bring that look into your eyes.”

On the night of November 1st, outside during a crescent moon, Jungkook asked if you could be his girlfriend sounding strangely shy that you couldn’t say no.

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jjk x gn!reader | ⋆ masterlist ⋆

sypnosis ⋆ — your boyfriend jeon jungkook does a workout stream at midnight and cuddles with you after.

warnings ⋆— there's a part where it's a bit suggestive but not too bad! just really, really slight.

genre ⋆— fluff.

recommended song ⋆ — my jinji by sunset rollercoaster

[a/n] ⋆ — this one's short but i really think it's cute and i hope i'd be in this kind of cute relationship in the future :c the whole time jk was trying to make a heart with his arms in last night's stream was so cute 😭💕

you laid on your bed in your shared bedroom with jungkook, scrolling through your phone at one a.m. your boyfriend had started his stream at around eleven thirty and now he was working out in the living room.

he can be random at times. he'd do cooking streams with you, movie marathon streams, or karaoke streams, mostly at midnight. he was doing a workout stream this time.

with half lidded eyes, you tapped on his ongoing live, the corners of your mouth curling up into a lazy smile as you watched him workout on stream. fans were going crazy on the live chat as his face was red, his hair a mess, and sweat lining his temples and shirt. he looked so majestic. he always does.

after a few more minutes of working out and talking to his fans, he had bid his goodbye and finally ended his stream. he was exhausted and forced to drag himself to your bedroom. he opened the door and found you on bed, still on your phone.

a small smile displayed on his lips as he walked over to you and sat down on the bed beside you, arms on his knees and hands hanging. he was all sweaty from the workout but he didn't seem to care.

"hey," he says, not waiting for your response and put his arms around you, tugging your closer toward him. he plants a sweet kiss on your cheek.

you hummed in content into his arms as he planted more sweet, playful kisses on your cheek, making your grin wider. "you're really something else, you know that? doing a workout stream at one a.m." you said with a small giggle.

"hey, i've still got so much energy left to use up, ya know?" he said, nudging him closer to you and sat up straight before resting his head on your shoulder with his arms still wrapped around you. "besides, you're always up this late, so i thought you'd be here if i did a workout live." he added, leaning up to kiss you.

his face was still flushed and his hair damp, but he still looks absolutely adorable.

you hummed as you ran your fingers through his hair. "mm, but we should start sleeping early. it's unhealthy to always stay up late." you said with a gentle voice, poking his cheek as he kept his eyes closed.

jungkook lets out a playful sigh, his face scrunching up a little as you poked his cheek, his eyes fluttering open. he stares at you, his face now even more flushed, his pupils dilated and his lips parted. he looks so attractive, and so adorable, that it's hard for you not to grab him by his shirt and pull him close for a deep, deep kiss.

you let out a chuckle and patted him on his back. "now get up and wash up because you stink!" you teased with a laugh, playfully scrunching your nose up.

jungkook laughed back, the sound making your heart skip a beat. it was like music to your ears. he let you push him off the bed. "fine, fine. i'll go have a quick shower and i'll be right back," he said, walking towards the bathroom door, but he turns back to you with a playful smirk on his face. "do you want to shower together?" he asked, flashing you a wink.

you thought the flirtations in his voice and looks were so adorable. you jumped off the bed as you glared at him and pushed him into the bathroom. "shush and just go shower already!" you said, face flushed as you ignored his teasing laughter and quickly shut the bathroom door.

you could hear the shower run and jungkook's muffled laughs, which made you roll your eyes before going back to bed and scrolling through your phone. as you were deep into your browsing, your boyfriend stepped out of the bathroom, now just in his boxers and a shirt, hair wet. you smiled and looked at him, then quickly glanced back down to your phone.

you feel him plopping himself down on the bed beside you with a soft grunt. it was obvious that he was tired from all that working out. he plants a kiss on your cheek and takes your phone from your hand before placing it down on the bedside table.

"let's go to sleep, love," he whispered softly, yet again planting another kiss on your head.

you lazily nod before he pulled you to him and wrapping his arms around you, heaving a sigh of content that was loud enough for you to hear. "i really need to sleep more," he said, his voice sounding relaxed. he was tired, but then, you were tired too. after all, you were up around a few hours past your supposed bedtime.

"yea you do," you said against his neck, your voice coming out muffled.

you felt jungkook's arms tighten around you, and you smiled, closing your eyes. your face was still pressed against his neck as he held you close, and you could smell his shampoo that was so comforting to you. it made you feel safe, knowing that he's just there beside you.

"i love you," he whispered against your hair.

you smiled with your eyes closed. "i love you more, koo."

"that's impossible, because i love you most," he whispered back, tightening his hug and softly kissed the top of your head before closing his eyes, the two of you finally drifting off into a sweet, warm, goodnight's sleep.

[a/n] ⋆ — crying because i miss jk so much even though he went live last night</3 (i miss him all day everyday😍) also i love how last night, i was going through his previous lives on weverse cuz i wanted to get a clip since i wanted to do an edit and literally right when i refreshed, he went live😭 i lavvett<3 anyways, reblogs, likes, and replies are appreciated!!

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— nepenthe ; part four

— genre ; age gap, angst, fluff, smut, sheltered oc, ceo jungkook, mafia/gang vibes ( kinda/sorta )

— warnings ; please note that in the beginning, the oc is in an abusive home — and if this triggers you please do not read. the oc is of age but nothing smutty will be happening for a while — but there WILL be smut. A small bit of SA is in part two and if it tiggers you, don’t read.

— intro, part one, part two, part three

— 2024 © LivelyPotter

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

— word count ; 2.7k

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SOLARIS January 22nd, 2024 Charleston, SC

"Damn it, gguk." a deep voice filters inside my ears as awareness creeps upon me. "What the hell did you do?"

I felt a softness underneath my head and I unconsciously nuzzled my head into it. My body felt like it was laid on a soft surface. What was happening?

"I scared the girl, okay?" a deep voice snarled back, "What else was I supposed to do when I found this little girl in my private room?"

"I don't know," a voice shot back sarcastically, "Maybe be calm and nicely ask her what she's doing in here. I mean, come now, gguk, she's a tiny thing – what harm could she cause?"

"You can never be too careful." the deeper, scarier voice spat back. "Don't question me, Theo."

Theo.

My lips parted as the memories of tonight came flooding back.

Father calling. Ataraxia. Theo...and...and the Chairman finding me.

Bile rose in my throat and I nearly felt like passing out again. Embarrassment flooded through my veins.

Oh goddess; what would Father think of me embarrassing not only me...but also damaging his image in front of Chairman Jeon? He is also known as his boss.

Oh God, please save my soul.

"Anyways, what were you doing in here? I thought you were in the other room with Mr. Caponeiv and his team?"

Chairman Jeon released a rough sigh, seemingly closer than expected to me. My fingers curled into my palms to ground myself.

How would I get out of here without being noticed?

I held perfectly still, holding my breath – listening closely to the Chairman's reply.

"Brittany came by."

"Called her didn't you?" Theo's accented voice rose an outcave in amusement.

A snort came out of the Chairman. "I'm going to be here longer than I'd like to. She offered. How could I refuse?"

Okay. It was time to 'wake up' now. Right?

Suddenly, a painful throbbing erupted at the back of my head, where I had hit it when I had taken a tumble off the soft couch. A loud whine of pain left my lips, and my tiny hand came out to grasp it.

"Oww!"

I kept my eyes clenched shut to not only hide behind my eyelids but to also keep the throbbing at bay. Shuffling was heard and the sound of the door closing was heard and I relaxed.

"Hello, little tesoro." I heard Theo say and then a big hand placed itself on my forehead. My body unwound from its tight posture in happiness.

If he was here then the Chairman must have left! Sweet Jesus, thank you! I'm not going to die today!

"Is your head paining badly? I can get you medicine," he asked kindly, helping me into a sitting position.

"N-no thank you, m-mister T-Theo." I stammered out in a rush, "d-did you find my Father?" I asked quietly, shoulders hunching.

My eyes were still closed as I cradled the back of my head.

"I did, little Tesoro. I gave him the money from your bag. He thinks you already went back home."

"Thank you. Is...is the s-scary man gone?" I whispered for clarification. Fear had the blood pumping through my veins rush at a faster rate.

I just wanted to go home and hold Mr. Carrots.

Theo let out a loud laugh, and I imagined his big shoulders shaking in the rhythm of his laughter. His hazel eyes sparkled in mirth as he beheld my trembling frame in front of his.

"I'm sure he'll be back soon, he had to step away from a moment."

Did he have to step away so his anger wouldn't get the best of him and he killed me? An audible gulp left me at the thought.

"Come, little tesoro, let's get you up on our feet." he smiled softly, grasping my hands in his and carefully helped me stand on my feet. The world spun for a split second, and I ground my stumbling feet to the floor.

"Thank y-you, Theo." I sent him a wobbly smile, finding my crocheted bag on the couch and slipping it across my body. My knees stung as they bent.

"C-can I go h-home now?" I asked, unable to look into his eyes without craning my neck back. At this gesture, a flash of the Chairman came to mind.

Goosebumps popped out upon my skin. He was even scarier and bigger than Theo was.

I'd do well to leave this place before he came back.

A look of hesitance crossed Theo's dark complexion; "You must wait a moment, tesoro. The Chairman may want to speak with you."

Paling, I stammered out a sentence.

"...w-why does h-he want to s-speak with me?" faintness passed through my body again.

The sound of the door opening had my feet stumbling forward to hide behind Theo's bulky body. The man I was hiding behind chuckled after the door closed and made his entrance known.

"Where is she?" he said.

My little fingers grasped the back of Theo's shirt in fear, huddling closer to the man.

"All is well, little tesoro. No need to hide." Theo spoke deeply, "He will not harm you."

"How are y-you so s-sure, M-mister Theo?" my voice came out small and meek in the Chairman's presence. I couldn't see him, but I feel him.

He could be in a crowded room and everyone would stop. Because that was the effect he had on people.

I heard an unfamiliar sigh and stiffened. I clenched the fabric of Theo's shirt tighter.

"Theo, Arilie needs you at the bar. Go help her." Chairman Jeon commanded, his orotund voice leaving no room to argue. In front of me, Theo said nothing, but I watched the back of his head move in a nod.

My pulse raced when Theo moved away, thus putting me right in front of the Chairman. Through my terror; I took the time to inspect the huge man in front of me.

As 'legend' goes; he was as intimidating as those women told me he was.

He towered over Theo by at least three inches. I would have had to put him at six foot four. His black suit and tie clung to every curve and crevice of his toned body to with every move of his arms – his biceps rippled underneath his jacket.

A tiny little gasp left my lips as my neck craned back to zero in on his face.

In short; his face was just perfectly breathtaking. Stunning, gorgeous, handsome, too perfect to put in simple words also fit.

It was his eyes that drew me in.

Chairman Jeon's deep brown irises were strikingly beautiful, his eye shape was something between rounded and almond-shaped and they even sparkled. His pretty eyes captivated me at first glance. It was as if he had a special power that drew people into wanting to know about the hidden shadows within his eyes.

His skin was a beautiful shade of tan with honey undertones.

My eyes squinted just a bit to catch a scar on his cheek and the freckle beneath his chubby double pierced bottom lip.

The Chairman's sharp jawline rocked back and forth as he turned his head, pretty eyes watching Theo retreating back.

I also looked at his pretty black hair, brushing against the back of his neck. It looked fluffy and inviting — my fingers twitched to get rid of the urge to play with his hair.

The door closed with a resounding thud and I was left alone to face the man that stood merely feet away from me. My teeth came down and captured my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down – a sting of pain rolling down my neck at the sensation.

I didn't know what to do with myself.

My white shoes scuffed along with marble floor, head hanging low while watching them kick at nothing. Unknowingly, I had drawn his attention to my silent figure.

"Come here." he acknowledged me, pretty sparkly eyes finding mine. I screached his eyes for any emotion, yet I couldn't detect one.

I quivered in my shoes and aquiesced to his demand without a word leaving me. It wouldn't do me any good to fight against him – I knew I would lose. I shrunk underneath his notice and slowly moved to stand in front of him.

It was then I realized, with a flush, that if I were to stand by his side – I'd only reach his bicep. How embarrassing.

Chairman Jeon watched with scrutiny, "Your name is Solaris?" he asked, gigantic body relaxing just a bit. He shoved his tattooed hands in his pockets, hiding his tattoos from view.

I nodded meekly, staring up at him with fear and admiration. Wow! He was terrifying, as expected, but I couldn't believe I was standing in front of him! He was basically a legend! World Famous and he said my name! It felt prettier and most important coming from his lips.

He rose a brow, entirely unamused once I fought to swallow past the lump in my throat. "Are you going to speak?" he asked carefully, eyes glimmer just a bit more than before.

I flushed and tore my eyes away from his. "U-um...y-yes, sir." I simpered weakly, unable to look at the Chairman. I could only force myself to look at his shiny black shoes.

He was too appealing to look at. Way too perfect for someone like me to be allowed to stare at him.

"...m-my name is Solaris Celeste Vesper." I continued, pride flaring up within my soul as I spoke my full name aloud. My name was the prettiest thing about me, I believed.

Chairman Jeon made a small noise in the back of his throat.

It was soft and somehow relaxed my tense body.

"And how old are you, Solaris?"

It was official. No one had ever said my name the way he did. It made me love it even more.

I gnawed on my bottom lip, "...I'm n-ninteen, sir." I stammered respectfully, bowing my head in a show of upmost politeness. If I wasn't on my best behavior...well, it was just be my last day on this earth.

"Hmmm." Chairman Jeon clicked his tongue. Too frightened to take a peek at his face, I admired his shoes and how the color of his suit complimented his skin.

"Take a seat and I'll get your knees patched up, yes?"

My tummy fluttered as I wordlessly nodded and took a seat on the sofa and wiggled my bottom to get further up on the seat, feet swaying back and forth as they hung inches above the ground. I hesitantly looked up and was fixated as the Chairman walked behind me, pulled up slightly on the fabric of his pants and knelt down infront of my sitting figure.

I watched him open a small box with a bright red cross on the front and adverted my eyes when he glanced up.

"This may sting a bit," he said, lips pressed in a thin line as he tore open a small square packet and withdrew a white wipe.

"O-okay." I grimced in discomfort as he pressed the little wipe on my skinned knee, thoroughly cleaning my knees.

I rubbed my lips together and allowed myself to stare at the top of his head once his face was pointed downwards, focused.

He didn't seem so scary now. He was cleaning my wounds and being gentle, too. If he was helping me...well, he couldn't be too mean, right?

I was drawn to look at his hands once more.

His right hand had a plethora of pretty tattoos and I traced over every once of them with my eyes. My mouth formed a little O as I took in his pretty rings, they looked really expensive. But my favorite one would have to be the simpler golden ring, the one on his pinkie finger – it was classy and elegant all the same – with a engraved J on the flat surface of the ring.

A signet ring — telling all who looked at it exactly who he was and where he had come from.

Out of all of them; it was the prettiest in my opinion. Most of the time, the simpler things were the best.

My mouth opened and words came tumbling out before I could stop them.

"...y-you are scary...but not as s-scary as some p-people say, Mister." I uttered with a tiny flush as the q-tip swiping ointment along my knees stilled.

I paled, fearing that I had upset him, when he finally chuckled.

"Is that so?" he articulates, his perfectly chiseled face raising up to look at my pale face. I slumped back against the seat in relief when a small quirk lifted the side of his lips. Thank goodness he wasn't angry.

Chairman Jeon efficiently finished up cleaning my knees and placed pretty pink hello kitty bandaids on my knees that I giggled at.

I was beginning to relax around the man, enough to where I wasn't stammering my words in front of the man.

"Thank you, Mister!" I beamed up at him, wiggling my legs as I sat on the seat. My knees felt so much better after he doctored them and butterflies swarmed lowly in my tummy at his kind gesture.

"When is Mister Theo coming back?" I wondered, lips pouting out.

Chairman Jeon loosened his tie and blinked down at me, a light kindleding withing his eyes. "I have to go home soon, Mister. May I leave?" I admired his strong body as he took a seat across from me, and resting his ankle across his knee.

"Wait just a moment," he said, looking at my arms quickly, his glare sticking onto my upper arms. My eyes followed his and landed on the bruised skin. I covered my arms in shame and couldn't look at him in the eyes for a couple minutes.

His sharp jawline tightened when my hands covered what I could to shield the bruises from his sight. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, creating a bulb shape, and stared right into my eyes.

"I'll have Theo drop you off at home," he offered kindly, smiling gently at me – acting completely different to the man that I had met when he came into this room. My lips parted.

"...okay, Mister."

The Chairman nodded, face held in a blank expression, but eyes still kind. "Good." he remarked, taking his phone from his pocket. I watched him type something on his phone underneath my lashes, until he pocketed the sleek phone once more.

"Theo's waiting at the entrance." he passed on, running his fingers along his sharp jawline, his smokey sounding voice making me shudder.

"Thank you, Mister." I beamed and wiggled my bottom off the couch. I scurried across the room and opened the door.

I stopped myself before I closed the door. Remembering my manners, I poked my head back inside the door, and saw Chairman Jeon lick along his bottom lip, observing me in amusement.

"Bye, Mister! I hope you have a good night! And thank you!" I cheered, about to close the door – when I gasped once more. I poked my head back inside the room, "Oh – and I hope you sleep well! Goodnight!" I waved happily, feeling more at ease in the presence of Chairman Jeon.

The last thing I heard before closing the door, was his throaty chuckle.

author's note ; ✨

Solaris is so cute 😭😭🥹 I love her so much ❤️✨ As always, thank you so much for reading and enjoy!

#jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook x oc #wattpad #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jeon jungguk #jungkook x original character #jungkook angst #ceo #solaris #nepenthes

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jjungkooksthighs · 2 years

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Claws of Carnality | jjk (m) (13)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: abo/werewolf and fantasy

Rating: 18+/nsfw

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: The Duels of the Chosen are near. Tensions and desires rise.

Warnings: mentions of breeding, dom!jungkook, alpha!jungkook, alpha!Taehyung (he’s a bit of a cocky one this one), alpha!Jimin (best friends take after each other ig) sub!reader, omega!reader, cursing, praising, possessive!jungkook, LOTS OF TEASING, dirty talk, (blood) marking, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of a mark, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scent marking, scenting, begging, praise kink, breeding/impreg kink, character injury (someone gets hurt, but it isn’t serious), biting (BITE KINK IS STRONG IN THIS ONE)

A/N: Hello again, readers! It's been a few months since chapter twelve was posted, and I know a lot of you have been curious about what happens next. This chapter was one I felt I needed to have in there since, well...we're very near the fight and it'll just be that much more satisfying if that is built up correctly. That is what I hoped to accomplish this chapter, because the next one will FINALLY be the long anticipated fight! Please enjoy this, though. I think some of you will find it to be...entertaining, to say the least. As always, please let me know what you think! Words of affirmation/praise are needed to keep this writer feeling good about their work. :)

Oh, and please appreciate this gif, by the way. This gif single-handedly inspired this entire fic. Mayhaps there is a scene in this chapter where it might have, uh...stimulated something.

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“How long are you going to sit perched by the heel of the she-wolf, Jeon?” Yoongi curls his lip in distaste as if the very name blackens his tongue before he jibes, “I grow impatient and weary of this. Let us fight for fuck’s sake.”

One side of your alpha’s mouth lifts upward in a cocksure smirk, his brow arching as his head turns to the side so he can taunt, “All in due time, Min,” he draws out the other wolf’s name slowly as he stands to his full height, the dried paint of blood all over his body a warning sign that darkens dangerously over his form as he turns away from you. “I suggest you watch your tone with me the next time you speak. If not,” his chuckle has even the dirt beneath him shaking, “I can always make you. Do not forget yourself, Yoongi. It is I who holds the battle rights. And it is I alone who will decide when we fight, how we fight, and where we fight. Piss me off enough,” your alpha rolls one shoulder back, his eyes narrowing, “and you will find that my terms will leave you with far more agitation than whatever you think you are dealing with now. Ask Taehyung how he fared when he tested me last.”

Yoongi snorts in answer, but does not say anything more.

You bite your lip at the way your alpha’s muscles flex and jump in the movement as he rolls his other shoulder back. At the show of power between the two wolves and how easily one demanded control over the other.

“You yield to him, Yoongi?” Taehyung cocks his head at the russet-haired wolf, “You fear him? How comical.”

“What I find comical, Taehyung,” Jungkook inspects his nails before making a fist into his other his hand, those fingers curving over it as his bones pop and crack, “Is that you nearly had your arm ripped off in the forest just a few hours ago because you dared to touch the omega. My omega. It is only because of her that all of your limbs are still attached. She will not stop me this time.” He angles his chin to the side, “So do not count your blessings. They won’t serve you. The only thing that will shall be pain.”

“Pain is temporary, Jungkook. Nothing you could do to me will sc-“

“Oh? How about I rip both hands off, Taehyung? Or maybe…maybe I should start with your fingers that you like to fuck not only Jimin’s sister with, but several other omegas with?” Your alpha asks, the barb sharp as talons as his words sink into the smaller wolf while Jimin, from behind Taehyung, stands with his mouth open and disbelief wrinkling the flesh around his eyes. “Do not think that rumors of your,” your alpha scrunches his nose, “activities have not reached me. They have been uttered to all but Jimin himself, who has a misguided loyalty to you when you clearly do not return it,” he clucks his tongue at Taehyung’s scathing scowl, “˙Perhaps you have forgotten, but in my absences here, Namjoon has been acting as my second-in-command. He’s given me all the details on your dealings. Many of which are questionable to say the least.” Disappointment hangs onto his words as he chides. “I have done my best to discipline you, but it looks like you need to learn the hard way what happens when you go against me.”

Taehyung’s mouth opens, closes, and opens again, but no words depart from between his lips.

“Taehyung,” Jimin’s voice is sweet as syrup, yet your own posture goes rigid as ice while the smaller wolf inquires, “is this true? You told me you’d stay away from my sister. You promised me that you’d stay away. And this whole time, you’ve been pursuing the same she-wolf you knew I was tailing for days?”

Your alpha bares his teeth at that, “Of course it is true, Jimin. I have many qualities, but being deceitful has never been one of them. I have never been that way,” he crosses his arms, his biceps bulging at the action and suddenly air is not a kind companion in the way it betrays you at the sight of him in his half-nude glory as he says, “And I never will. I cannot say the same for others, however.”

At your alpha’s words, fury ignites in Taehyung’s eyes. He gives a scorching glare at your alpha and when his lips part this time, his voice comes briskly from between them.

“Jeon, you fucking prick,” he spits, “I’m going to destroy you for this.”

Your alpha hums, “Mmm, not if Jimin gets to you first. I’ll be waiting for you on the other side, boy. If you can make it there, that is. I doubt very seriously you will. You never could beat me in a fight, and we’ve had many. Ah, and one more thing,” Jungkook’s neck cracks when his head rotates to the side, then to the front, the other side, and then the back as he warns, “Refer to me as a prick again,” his eyes promise danger in the way they grow dim, “and you will regret it.”

Taehyung is quiet as a mouse after that.

When Jimin speaks next, the saccharine flavor to his voice is gone. In its place, there is only the burnt remains of hatred as his eyes strafe from Jungkook to Taehyung.

“I will crush the both of you to shit,” he pushes Taehyung, though the other wolf doesn’t budge from where he stands. “I will fuck you up first. For lying to me and going behind my back. And you,” he points to your alpha, his nail elongating into a claw, “I will take your place as Pack Alpha so that no one will be able to lie to me ever again. And I’ll take your little whore while I’m at it. Since it is her kind that want to act like little sluts, I’ll make sure to treat her like one.”

From behind him, you cannot see the way the silvery flecks in your alpha’s eyes become shadowed until they are pitch black as they’d been a few minutes ago. What you can see, however, is the way Jungkook squares his shoulders and digs his feet into the black earth beneath him, his hands balling into fists so tight that his flesh turns snow white.

“That is enough. You’re making me angry. I will not stand to have slander spoken toward my mate. On my command, you shall not speak another word without my permission or I’ll have your tongue for your insubordination. Understand?”

Your alpha’s irises move from Yoongi to Taehyung, and then to Jimin. The trio remain silent. Even if they wanted to say something, they cannot for the same reason that you have not moved a muscle since your alpha ordered you to remain seated before him.

It is referred to as the Alpha’s Bidding.

When an alpha, beta or omega is in the presence of an alpha that overpowers them in strength (or if an alpha, beta, or omega submits and yields to another alpha–whether physically or verbally), that wolf cannot disobey that alpha if said alpha gives them a command. Their wolfly nature will not allow them to disobey the decree of the stronger wolf.

Jungkook did not particularly like to use this on other wolves. It left the wolves he used it on without their own free will or agency against what he asked them to do, so he’d made a pact to use it only in situations where there would be violence if he did not.

He’d only used it a handful of times in his life, for he much preferred to solve problems the way nature intended for it: to battle it out. And he’d never lost a fight.

This time, though… this time his better judgement was being overridden by one thing.

You. He could not bear it to hear such outrageous things be spoken aloud. And it made logic and reason slip like water through his fingers until only his emotion remained. Emotion that made him become aggressive in his need to protect you.

“When this is all over and I have all three of you on the floor panting, bleeding and crying in the dirt beneath my feet, I’ll make you all get on your knees and apologize for your gross misconduct toward my mate.” He makes a sound of consideration and taps at his elbow, “I’ll step on you and break the bones in your jaw if I detect so much as a hint of sarcasm, so you’d better fucking mean it. Do I make myself clear? This time, you can answer.”

All three wolves nod in unison at that one.

Jungkook jerks his chin and gives a dismissive wave of his hand, “Get out of my sight. All of you. Our battle will be held in the clearing in front of the knoll a few paces ahead of us. You are all to wait for me there.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

Taehyung spits onto the ground whilst staring daggers at Jungkook.

Jimin glares holes through Taehyung before glowering at your alpha.

Yoongi is the first to leave. Jimin is next. Taehyung is the last to disappear into the sea of wolves around you, but not before he his lips lilt upward.

You can’t bring yourself to pay attention to anything but the way your alpha’s shoulders rise and fall in uneven, broken intervals.

You wish you could get up and go to him. Maybe it’s your pre-heat fever speaking, but you think you know a few ways to lift his spirits (amongst other parts of him).

He’s still facing away from you and you have half a mind to wonder why your throat has become dry and scratchy when you haven’t even been talking even though you want to.

There are so many things you want to tell him. So many you wish you could say. Though, you suppose you could try speaking to him another way.

You close your eyes and imagine that string that ties you both together. The one that is wound around your muscles, your bones, your very heart itself.

You tug on that cord gently, the warm feeling in your chest that as is bright as the sun when you think of him pushed along that string.

Please turn around, alpha. Look at me, won’t you? I want to see you.

But I’m right here, omega. I’m right in front of you, am I not?

You pout.

I don’t need to turn to know that you’re sticking your cute little bottom lip out right now, you know. While that sight itself is something I would normally fall to my knees for, I need to prepare you for what comes next.

Prepare me? For what?

You hear his dark laugh before the telltale click of a metal latch that must belong to one of the three ornately carved wooden boxes the elders had arranged in a half-moon around your alpha earlier.

You open your eyes, and now he’s hunched over the largest of the square boxes in the middle. Each are the color of sepia, umber and burnt sienna and are held closed by impressive metalwork.

However, you’re entirely engrossed in the show of his shoulder blades that descend and ascend whilst the muscles beneath and around them swell in his ministrations as he works open the intricate latches.

The sight has you licking your lips and your digits twitching in your skirts.

You can’t see what he’s doing, but this view isn’t so bad, now that you think about it. Especially with the handprints that mar his golden back in crimson. Your handprints.

“Admiring your handiwork, omega?” He asks, his attention still set on whatever it is he’s retrieving from the blue, velvet bed of the box (the corner of which you can see peeking from under his knee).

“H-How did you know I opened my eyes?” You stutter, your cheeks heating at being caught red-handed.

“Easy. Your breathing changed.”

You whimper, “Not fair.”

Your alpha peers at you with amusement glinting in one eye and fondness gleaming in the other, the blackness that had swallowed their color melting away so that the silver of his irises streak them.

He lowers himself until he’s crouched again with his knees facing outward and how you managed to miss the way his thighs all but burst from the seams of his trousers the first time he did this is beyond you. You remember how it had felt to sit on them. To ride him on them.

The memories have another slew of slick dripping down your thigh. It takes but a second for the air to carry your scent to your mate.

He inhales deeply through his nose, his head falling back as he does. The sea of his back muscles ebbing as he grips whatever is in his hands with enough force that the veins of his forearms slither up to his elbows.

“Fuck,” the man actually moans, “your scent just got stronger. It’s making me hard for you. Again. Your heat…it will be upon you within the hour,” your mate’s pupils dilate, “and when that time comes, little one, ” he rises and turns on his heel so that the scarlet moonlight spills herself over his strong jawline as he draws in your scent only to release a shaky breath as he promises, “you’ll be whining much louder for me than you ever have before. Ask me why, omega. Come on. Let me hear you.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, the omegas circling you giggling and the alphas standing by your alpha howling.

Unlike before, his irises are not black as the night sky. They are the color of charred metal.

Your heart stutters beneath your bosom as he slowly treads toward you.

He doesn’t use the Alpha’s Bidding on you now as he did a few moments ago, but then, you both know that he doesn’t need to to get what he wants from you.

You’ll submit to him every time without fail. And he relishes in that.

It’s entirely predatory the way he moves. Each step is slow and calculated. Meticulous yet measured.

You really can’t help the fact that your eyeline, as if magnetized, is pulled toward his face. His hair is tussled and twists sinfully around his forehead and cheeks, both of which are accentuated more than usual with your blood lining them like war paint. His lips are parted deliciously and you have a thought to bite them if he gets near enough to you. You think he’d likely groan at that and would glad do anything to hear that delicious sound right about now.

His neck, lined with stripes and strokes of scarlet, taunts you and you have to swallow when his Adam’s apple bobs lewdly beneath his skin, your own gums tingling as your canines push against them when his mastoid pulses energetically at your attention.

You let your vision trail downward before your fangs can protract.

Your etchings of blood all over his chest seem to have held and you pull your lip between your teeth at the way your marks curve around and along his abdominals in a patchwork of muscle and flesh.

“Much as I love having you ogle me, I asked you a question, pretty. I require a response from you. Now.” His shadow falls over you and, seated before him as you are, he towers above you so much so that you have to lift your chin just to look at him as he crooks his head to the side to husk lowly, “I’m going to say this one more time, love,” he leans over you, those silver orbs of his spilling like moonlight from your eyes to your mouth, “Ask me why you’re going to whine for me. Why you’re going to whimper for me,” he takes your chin between his fingers so that you have nowhere to look but him as his voice deepens, “and why you won’t be able to stop singing for me once your heat comes.”

He's got you wrapped around his fingers. Literally.

And you can do little but suspire in answer. “Why, alpha?”

His long digits grasp you tighter as he leans in until his lips are suspended but a hair above yours.

When he does respond, his words are all but swallowed by your own lips that you readily part for him.

“Because you will want to breed, little one. All you will be able to think about, my little vixen, is how much you need to be filled,” he offers and, bent over you as he is, a strand of saliva collects onto his pink tongue until the pool of it runs over his lip and down onto yours. The crimson moonlight stains it red as blood as he chuckles deliciously, the sound guiding your thighs together once more as he flicks a brow, “and I will make sure you get so much of my spit,” he makes a sound in the back of his throat and his thumb hooks over your bottom lip to urge it apart farther only for him to hoick a ball of spittle into your waiting mouth, “so much of my cum,” his thumb departs between your lips to press down over your tongue, your joined dribble sloshing around his digit and then the four fingers he’s left on your chin are coaxing your mouth closed around his thumb as his eyes flash tellingly, “and so much of my cock that you’ll be dripping because of how much I’m going to pound into this mouth, this ass, and that pussy of yours.”

Your sex clenches around nothing. Hard.

You swirl your tongue around his finger and suck, your hormones demanding you to keep your alpha close. By whatever means necessary.

Nothing matters but him. You’ll do anything for him. Everything for him.

You can feel yourself slipping as the seconds go by, your need for him replacing any other cogitation of relevance.

“Gods, look at you. It has already begun.” He curses when you hollow your cheeks in the manner he’d told you to when you’d first had him in your mouth. “You could only be silenced from the cries you’ve been making nonstop for the last few minutes by using my fingers. Do you know what this means I have to do to you, little one?”

So that’s why your throat had felt scratchy. You don’t think about that for too long, though. There are more important things to give attention to.

Like your alpha.

With your mouth stuffed as it is, you don’t know how you can possibly give an answer he’d understand, but somehow, you manage, “Nnnno. Wwwhat doooes ittt meannn?”

Your alpha arcs his thumb, his nail biting into the soft pad of your tongue as he utters, “It means, my love,” his nail sharpens and lengthens just enough to prick you, “that I cannot leave your side until I’ve bound you. Even Alpha’s Bidding may not be strong enough to hold you away from me. You will try to chase me unless, of course, I chain you up so you cannot. Perhaps, to satisfy your wolf, I leave another mark on you. One you cannot ignore while you sit here and watch me make those boys bleed for you.”

There’s a heated, searing sensation on your tongue, but it isn’t painful. So sharp is his nail that you’d felt no pain, just as you had not when he’d entered you with his teeth.

“Open, omega. Open for me.” He orders.

You do as he says without question as he withdraws his thumb, the impulse to satisfy him overriding any other thought you could have.

Each inch of him that departs you has you whining once more, but your alpha is quick to whisper, “Even now, you can hardly bear to lose even an inch of me. Tell me,” he tugs his finger free with a wet pop from your mouth only and you both watch the thick bead of blood–your blood– fall down, down and down his finger and, with your attention fixed on him, he brings his newly freed hand before his own mouth, “what do you wish you could do to me right now?”

You sigh breathily as you look up at him, your mouth chasing his as he starts to straighten once more.

“I-I,” you stammer when he drags the tip of his thumb across his bottom lip to leave a smeared trail of red. “I…y-you.”

Your alpha rotates his hand so that the underside of his bloody thumb swipes over his upper lip before his fingers fall away and he arches his middle and index fingers inward in a come-hither motion.

“You shall have me, my omega. Anything you desire, if it is within my power to give you, will be yours.” He kneels before you. ”You know that.”

Like this, he’s level with you. Like this, you can lean forward and-

“What is it you want, omega?” He questions.

“Kiss me, alpha,” you whine. “W-when you mark me this time…I want you to use your mouth to do it.”

His blood-lined lips rise at that. “As you wish, my omega.”

One of his hands slips into your hair along the side of your face and then he’s slotting his mouth over yours, and then, finally, he fits his mouth against yours. He groans into it, which only has you moaning in tandem. He’s gentle, but possessive in the way that no part of your lips is not claimed by him.

You taste the tang of iron and want more. More of him. So, you take his full, plump upper lip between your teeth and tug experimentally.

You feel him smirking before you see it.

“You want it rough, my love? Fine. I’ll bite you hard enough that you’ll still taste this kiss when I’m away from you,” he decides.

He’s got your bottom lip between his teeth within seconds and then they are sinking down into the soft flesh beneath them hard enough to draw blood. Hot pain, delicious pain seeps through the afflicted area and the wet sound he makes as he licks at it has your thighs rubbing against each other for the umpteenth time.

So distracted by him, by this, that you don’t notice the movement of the arm he’d kept behind his back since treading away from the wooden boxes he’d made for you. For this purpose.

You’re far too swept in by the ebb and flow of his lips as he kisses you. Over and over again.

You hardly notice the pressure that is beginning to build at the forefront of your skull, or how your temples begin to ache, or how your vision starts to become hazy.

And when he pulls away panting, beads of iron linger in your mouth where liquid crimson dribbles from the corners of his.

You’re filled with an urge to lick it off of him.

Breathless yourself, you reach for him, but your ligament is heavy and hard to move in the slowed pacing of your blood in reaching it.

He catches your wrist, “You will have to pardon my brashness, omega, but I had to,” he breathes heavily, “I’m losing control over myself.”

“What?” You cock your head confusedly, but the motion has your head swimming with fuzziness.

The aching, the pressure and haziness worsen now that his lips are not there to distract you.

There was only one thing that could bring such symptoms so suddenly. Only one thing that could weaken a werewolf.

Your alpha guides your apprehended wrist to your forehead, your fingers tracing along the circlet of silver he must have adorned you with while you’d been caught between his perfect lips moments ago.

You don’t know what it looks like, but from what you can feel, there are thick interwoven filaments crossing over each other like vines. And in the middle of it, between your brows, your fingers run along the smooth face of a gemstone cut like a leaf.

Just like the tracings he’d left in blood all over you.

Long before he’d ever painted you in his design, he’d crafted you into his life. Even if it was just in silver.

Silver that would have sapped at his strength–both in mind and body–and sickened him every time he touched it.

And he’d done that for you.

Heat burns at the edge of your eyes and then your vision is becoming even hazier because of the tears as you try, “Jungkook…how long ago?”

The braided, plaited metal makes everything from your senses to your thoughts murky, but you try to fish some semblance of a sentence out. You have to. You need to know.

He catches the tear that escapes its place along your ducts before it makes it even halfway down your face as he finishes for you, “How long ago did you make this?”

You nod.

With gold peeking through the silver of his irises, he lays one hand over your knee and lowers his head to each of them and the act of deference has your heart panging in your chest as he admits, “My father taught me many things, but I think the trade of blacksmithing was one of the more useful ones. I was always eager to learn new things, but after I first saw you in the forest,” he presses his lips to your clothed knee, “I took to blacksmithing and practiced day in and day out until I could make something I felt would be worthy of you. I burnt my hands sometimes, and others, I accidentally cut myself, but I got the hang of it pretty quick.”

“That,” you attempt to find words through the fog in your head that the silver ringing it is making difficult locating. “that was long time. Ago.” You add with a sniffle and your alpha turns his head so that one cheek rests on your knee. This time, when another tear collects into a droplet, your eyelashes catch it and it clings to them for a second before it rains down over your lover’s exposed cheek.

He smiles adoringly up at you.

“Yes, my omega. But I’ve loved you for far longer than that.”

Trying to form coherent thought, with the silver circling your head, is like trying to find something you’ve lost in a cloudy mist.

But even that cannot disperse the solid emotions that have long settled in you.

“I…I love…you,” you get out, the hot tears streaming down your cheeks now, Want to,” you swallow, “Want to mark. To show you.”

His head departs from your legs and he considers you for a moment.

“Do what you must, my love, “his eyes softening as he gives you permission,” though, I cannot guarantee I won’t have to shackle you with more silver. What little control I have left is soon to snap because of how you beckon me so,” he brings his face closer to yours only to leave a featherlight kiss under each of your eyes and you can’t help it when you whine for more, “with how you beg for me so.” Something wet, long and soft brushes against your cheek only for it to go upwards in a stripe as he licks at the tears along your cheekbone and you’re quivering in an instant.

When he pulls away, his mouth is painted with your tears and blood.

Your wolf yowls, deep within you, and she wants to give him more.

“Alpha,” you call,” Bite. Bite me.”

Your alpha doesn’t question you. Understanding passes over his features, and then he’s smirking knowingly.

With the fingers he still has wrapped around your wrist, he turns your hand over so that your palm is brought to his lips.

Silver irises flash back up to you.

“There, alpha,” you breathe while he rubs his mouth along the side of your hand, his sight tangling deeper with yours all the while.

He parts his mouth, and before you, his canines lengthen until they reach his lower lip.

You do not wince when those teeth pierce your soft, pliable flesh.

He’d made them sharp enough that it would bring you no pain.

He sucks you between those beautiful lips of his, and you moan.

You don’t give a damn about anything except for him.

He stays there for how long, you don’t know, but even the moon becomes shy and has the clouds cover her from the sight of on his knees for you–both emotionally and physically– as he is.

He’s deliberate when he pushes his fangs deeper into your skin and groans, the sensation and vibrations from his throat sending a shudder through your shoulders.

The implications of the action are as loud as the sound of need you make when he detaches from you, his teeth tinged with your scarlet tears.

“Please, alpha.” They are the only words that reach your addled, jumbled mind now.

“I know, my love,” neither of you look at the rising pool of crimson that flows forth from the two large puncture wounds he’d left on you. Your attentions are entirely too fixed on each other for that. “I know exactly what you want.”

He is slow, unhurried in how he places your wounded hand over one of his cheeks and then drags it, steadily, along. A trail of crimson treads from his skin and then over his mouth, a gasp falling from your lips when he laps at you.

He doesn’t stop.

Not until you’re shaking. And begging.

Only then does he draw your bleeding hand over and across the other side of his maw.

“Does this please you, omega?” He grins, “To know that I’ll have you spread all over my tongue and my body? Or perhaps you wish there was something else you could smear me and my mouth with, hmm?”

He looks like a crazed, wild creature. And it’s hot as fuck.

It just makes you want to jump him even more.

Desire writhes within you. Your thighs instinctively try to seek each other, but the silver shining on your head makes your movements sluggish in a type of lethargy that has settled over your muscles.

You whine again.

Your alpha laughs.

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flowerprincesscherryblossom · 1 year

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cotton candy girl

pairing: Park Jimin x Female Reader word count: 848 warnings: fluff AO3 A/N: request - Helloo i noticed you said request are open so im going to try if you notice this ask👉👈 Fluff jimin who works as a mascot at a festival and currently on his summer break from uni. He has a crush on yn who works at a cotton candy stall which is nearby him but he's too shy to approach her so he used his mascot suit to gain his confidence to approach her Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

Some people might think that having a summer job is a bad thing because you don't get to enjoy your vacation, but Jimin would disagree.

He saw many benefits of having a job at a summer festival, and none of them got in the way of him enjoying his break from university.

Being a squirrel mascot at the festival had a lot of positives - he didn't know why a squirrel but it was better than being a fish, and he's pretty sure his friend Jungkook would agree.

The festival was big enough to be divided into sections but no matter what section or full-body mascot you were the job was the same - entertain the crowd.

And Jimin absolutely loved that.

He was known by people as 'Chim the Dancing Squirrel' and every time he danced people would stop and stare - which did wonders for him as someone who wanted to major in dance, since not only could he practice and improve his moves but also get a general and genuine reaction from the crowd.

But none of those reactions were as important to him as the one from the person he always caught staring at him once he was finished - The Cotton Candy Girl.

You were always smiling when he saw you looking at him, something that he would swear was one of the most beautiful sights his eyes laid on and it would always make his heart thump ten times faster.

You seemed lovely… now if only he could gather the courage to talk to you.

He tried many times to approach you but he would always chicken out.

If you were busy with a customer he would just turn around and tell himself that next time he would talk to you because he didn't want to get in the way of your job; if you were in the stall alone he would approach you but then just awkwardly stand there, not saying or doing anything, for what it would feel like hours until either Taehyung or Jungkook took pity on him, tell you they would take three cotton candies and then go somewhere where Jimin could eat his shame away from your eyes.

"Maybe you should try using the squirrel" Taehyung said offhandedly one day after another failed attempt while stuffing pink cotton candy in his mouth.

At first, the idea was dismissed but after giving it some thought he decided why the hell not? Maybe the confidence he usually had when wearing the costume and the high he got after performing would actually help in being able to talk to you.

That was the idea that kept filling every cell in his brain as he finished dancing and was welcomed with applause by the people around him.

As the crowd started to disperse Jimin made his way over to your stall, waiting off to the side before approaching as you finished serving the customers.

When you saw him a smile started to form on your lips. "Hey, it's the dancing squirrel. Of what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I-I, hum, I-I…" come on Jimin, you can do this! Just open your mouth and say that you like her and would like to take her out sometime! It's not that hard!

You had an arched brow as he kept stumbling over his words but the smile never left your features.

"You're starting to remind of someone," you said with a laugh and made him close his mouth, wanting you to elaborate further. "There's this really cute guy that shows up a lot on the stall and he can never seem to talk to me."

Wait… Were you…?

"At first I thought that he just really liked cotton candy," you said serving a bag filled with blue cotton candy to a customer. "Then, I started thinking that maybe he had a problem with m-"

"No!" Jimin interrupted with a yell, scaring both you and the customer that had just received his change back and was starting to walk away at a fast pace. Jimin cleared his throat before continuing. "I-I mean, maybe he just doesn't know how to talk to you because of how amazing and beautiful you are. You are definitely not the problem."

"Really?" you said in a low voice, trying not to show how happy you were with his words.

"Y-Yeah, I'm sure he would love to ask you on a date."

"Hmmm, do you think he can say those things without his squirrel mask on?"

This was it, no going back now. Taking a deep breath Jimin took off the mask, carefully laying it on the ground and fixing his hair before extending his paw-covered hand at you.

"Hi, I know it took me a long while to say this but I'm Jimin and I would like to take you out on a date where I promise, we won't be surrounded by food stalls and amusement rides."

With a giggle, you took his hand and shook it. "Hi Jimin, my name is Y/N and I would love to go out with you."

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trifoliumrex · 2 years

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Assassin X Roommate Chapter 5

A Jungkook/ Reader/Jimin Fic

You need a roommate. Jimin and Jungkook need a place to stay. The only problem is you think they are students when in reality they are assassins on the hunt for their next target. How do you survive when you get tangled up in a world of blood and bullets?

Word Count: 4134

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Jimin is half asleep at the table. Half his sorrows have been drowned and he almost can forget. The feeling of asking for help. Of going against all his training and telling someone, hey I think maybe, what's happened to me is bad and shouldn't have and. Bang. Jungkook's fist. Slamming into him maybe? He wonders why he can’t feel it yet. Maybe it's not the first blow.

There's another bang and Jimin frowns. That's not right. He sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes with the heels of hands. There's another band and a sob. Is it from him?

Had he started to sob?

His handler hated it almost above even failure. He always– Bang. There it was again he gets up on shaky legs and undoes the many locks. It's slow and his hands fumble over the many locks. When he finally opens the door he finds the source of the sound. You.

Your pretty blue dress is torn open and your mascara is streaming down your cheeks and if that wasn't enough a split lip that oozes a pretty shade of red. You push past him shoving the door shut with a loud bang and struggling with the many locks. You lean against the wall breathing hard in a panic to know where you are now. Whether here is safe or not.

You’re bare foot and one of your feet slides when it hits your well polished floor after you finally start to move again and you fall to your knees struggling to get back to your feet. You look behind your eyes wild. Your movements are haphazard and sluggish. Jimin's breath catches in his throat. You look like you're poisoned again.

A hand touches your shoulder and you scream, backing away from Jimin and flying over your face before you realize it's him. There are bruises on your wrists that are in a five finger pattern and Jimin can feel all the blood drain out of him. He watches you tremble for a second while to drunk to even think about the right questions. The right touches to let you know you are safe.

When a hit does not immediately come you twist around and try and crawl away from him but your body doesn't seem to be working right you pull at the carpet pulling over an end table and smashing a lamp. You let out another moan and your body jerks in an attempt to keep moving. You finally get just a little further away closer to the shattered glass and he grabs your leg and lets out a pathetic whimper followed by a sob.

“Glass!” he says in desperation. You can’t crawl on that! He can't let it bite into you. He cant see more of your blood spill out. His eyes are wide and terrified, his panic making him as sloppy as his anger. The alcohol you gave him made him careless. He pulls you back away from the glass. Under him, so he can help you up.

“Please!” you beg under him and he can see so many bruises on you. Have you been poisoned? Did his handler do this to you? To teach him a lesson? “stop! “ He can’t stop though. Jimin has lost any ability to stop and has to know what happened to you.

He’s gentle and Jimin kneels before you systematically prodigy checking for breaks the way he checks himself every time he wakes up after a beating. the action is mechanical almost without thought it's so automatic. Because that's what's happened to you. You try to fight him off but he can't think about that now! Right now he has to make sure you don't need a hospital.

He goes slow. Gentle. When he gets to your neck. Red still, would probably be purple tomorrow you start to scream again and he puts his hand over your mouth. You need to be quiet. If he's still here and he’s lost you he will find you again! He feels guilt wash over him but he has to make sure you are safe.

You try to beat him off your fists colliding with his chest and he can tell you’re giving it your all but he can barely feel it. You're sobbing in earnest and part of him knows he should stop saying that you are terrified but what if you’re bleeding somewhere?! Tears are streaming down his face now.

He's shoved over. Knocked from the side of you and Jimin twists, thinking it's his handler.

It's not, it's Jungkook who takes one look at you and then turns to Jimin. He’s never seen him like this before tonight. Jungkook looks like he’s been betrayed. How could he do this to you?! How could Jungkook have fallen for his bullshit? How could he have cared so much about him?

“You lied? You fucking lied about him hurting you?! About him maybe raping you so you could do that to her?!” Jungkook throws him against the wall and Jimin lets out a hiss of pain then just goes limp in his grasp. Jungkook is screaming at him. Words he can't even understand. His words are so slurred.

What's the point in fighting? He already knows how this plays out. He knows that against Jungkook he simply can't win. Jungkook doesn't know what to do with this. Jimin always fights. Always screams at him. “Checking for breaks” he mumbles. Jungkook's fist collides with the wall right next to his head and Jimin just stays limp in his arms Jungkook's hand pinning him goes to his neck and lifts him to eye level. The other hand raises up in a fist that threatens to drive him into the wall.

“You did this to her?!” Jimin's distracted by movement behind him. You've got to your feet and start trying to get up the stairs. Jimin starts to struggle, afraid if you fall there you really will break every part of his being screams danger at him. His senses already on hyperdrive are all freaking out trying to get him to you. He turns to Jungkook and does something that neither of them expect. He starts to beg Jungkook hates it. He hates the sound of it. He’s so focused on you he doesn't even seem to register the threat of Jungkook. His body clearly is no stranger to this though. He hates this too.

“She's hurt!! I think he poisoned her. Please Jungkook please” he’s not even sure what he’s asking for. Too drunk and scared to be able to do anything. Jungkook drops him. Not like he can get far anyway. Not like Jimin could ever get away from him. Not if actually wanted to hurt him. Jungkook makes it to your room as he hears the many locks slide into place. Jimin pounds on your door and Jungkook sees it.

How close he’s always been to breaking down. “Please please, I need to make sure you're ok. Please” there's a desperation in his voice. What Jimin did he do when he found breaks on his own body? Jungkook turns and checks the front door. There is a thin trail of blood leading up to it. Broken up all on in a relatively straight way. A cut on your foot.

So not here. Not where he left Jimin alone. Jimin fuck. He looks at his hands. The one he wrapped around Jimin's neck. Jimin is back with your tool box and starts systematically dismantling your door.

It takes seconds.

How could Jungkook think any of this could make a difference? That any of the locks could keep you safe for even a moment? Anyone who ever wanted to hurt you would be able to get to you. He slid down the wall and watched the desperate Jimin pull the door off its hinges.

Jimin sees you hiding under your covers wracked with sobs. He goes over to you and starts begging you too. To please let him finish checking. Not touching you this time. Jungkook goes over to him and pulls him just a little further back. Where you can see them. He tries to be gentle this time not to hurt him.

You look at their eyes wild until you recognize them. You reach for Jimin and he runs back to you. You're confused, and keep saying over and over that you don't know where you are. Keep asking where you are. You keep trying to pull him closer so he crawls into your bed, his back to the head board wrapping himself around you.

You eventually fall asleep and Jimin resumes his prodding. It takes so long and he’s so gentle. How could Jungkook have doubted him? How could he have accused him of doing this to you? “Not poison” he whispers when he's done. He looks at Jungkook in horror eyes, still glossy from the alcohol and terror. Rage he expects, not that awful fear.

“Drugs. It's just drugs.” Jungkook says. He’s seen this before. Used things like this on occasion. When a client asked. But he recognizes your strange behavior from the video Jimin's agency provided him. Jimin must not have watched it. Why would he? He didn't need reasons. Why would he? He didn't have the ability to say no.

“She’ll be ok?”

“They’ll ask questions if we take her in. cops Jimin. What will your agency do to you if you get cops involved”

“She needs help” Jungkook looks at him. He thinks you’ll be okay. But he’s not risking it; he draws his gun.

“It's not just you that will be punished is it? You aren't going to the hospital. Don't make me stop you.”

“Please”

“If it doesn't wear off in the morning I will take her'' He would take you and he would arrange for Jimin to get away. He would make you both safe. “go to sleep. We’ll talk when you're sober”

“What if he comes back?” there is terror in his tone. It makes the rage just below Jungkook's surface bubble up to the surface.

“I will kill anyone who tries to get into this house,” Jungkook promises. The only people he cares about are in this room. He knows who Jimin is afraid of. Jungkook doubts its him who did this to you. He thinks Jimin would have had to watch that. He almost hopes he's wrong. So he can end his nightmare.

“Bang?” Jungkook frowns and then remembers the way he would press two fingers to Jimin's temple and pretend it was his gun. Just so he could touch him. How long had he been longing for him? He offers the smallest smile that Jimin returns through gritted teeth. Its like hes never smiled before and is just trying to copy the moment

“Bang” he agrees.

Jimin predictably wakes up before you. His head hurts and he's surprised to find himself in your bed. Even more surprised to find you clinging to him. Then he starts to remember and lets out a sound of rage. Jungkook who hasn't moved at all through the night presses a finger to his lips.

The mask he usually wears makes him look normal, that makes him look like he’s not a threat is gone. His stare is blank. He watches over the two of you. When you start to stir his mask slips back on his face turning back into a softer one. More expressive.

You let out a groan and try to stretch out but it hurts too much. You look up at Jimin confused but he looks hopeful. Your eyes are so much clearer. “Where” Jimin feels his heart stop as your confusion from last night returns.

Jungkook comes over to Jimin putting his arms around his waist and taking a seat on your bed. “Can you remember what happened last night baby?” the pet name slips from his lips before he can catch it.

“I“ usually loves your expressive face. The way he can almost read your every thought. Today. He hates it. The pain then horror that passes over you. The way you clutch onto Jimin even tighter. You shake your head. It's a lie but no one here is going to press you.

“We had to take your door off. To make sure whatever they gave you didn’t make you sick. Do you want me to put it back?” you nod. “Do you want Jimin to leave?” Jimin can feel your pulse quicken. You do not want to be alone. The only two men you trust are in this room. You shake your head until Jimin starts to stroke your hair.

Jungkook can tell from where he is that it's too rough. That Jimin is so out of practice with touching. Jungkook puts his hand over Jimin's and shows him how to touch you. His smile when you melt under their combined touch. Soothed. He gets up and grabs your sledgehammer. You know what Jimin can do with it. He sets it on the bed and goes around to Jimin and presses his gun into the hand that you can see from your position.

That will actually keep you safe. Anyone who isn't Jungkook would die, simple as that.

“I'm going to get you some pain meds ok?” his fingers skim over the damage on your skin, the record of your attack you weren't ready to tell them about yet. Maybe you would tell Jimin. He sets the door back on its hinges. He makes it take more time then he needs to. Hoping you think it was more difficult to take off then it was.

Jimin can feel the silence like a weight around the two of you. “I'm sorry. I scared you. I… you were so hurt and you were crawling towards the glass” you shake your head into his neck and close your eyes again. Pretending you can just stay like this. “Who did this to you honey? Tell me his name and I will take care of it”

“I don't remember.” You lie. It's so obviously a lie that you wince. He could make you tell him. Maybe he even should. Jimin pulls out his phone and pulls up the only picture of the handler he has. “did he do this to you?”

“I don't know who that is.” you are relieved that you don't have to lie about this. It scares you that he has a suspect though. “Jimin, who is that?”

“Jungkook's ex, he doesn't like me.” The lie comes quickly. If you weren't so distraught. In too much pain maybe he would have been caught. He helps you into a sitting position and goes to your closet looking for the sleeping shirt you like so much. The soft shorts that he knows you’ve had just about forever.

He sets them out for you and goes to step out but you make a little nose of protest. “ok, ok I'm not going anywhere”. He turns and gives you privacy but he can tell you are having trouble. Now that he’s sure you have no broken bones he doesn't want to see. Doesn't want to know what your dress might be hiding.

“Jimin. Please. Help me” your voice is close to begging for him to have any choice he turns and helps you take off your garment winning at every bruise. The mess that your ribs have become. The bruises here, heavy knees have forced your legs apart. He tried to be pragmatic. Robotic. He is not completely successful. His fingers unable to stop cataloging each bruise he finds.

Your embarrassment and little whimpers make it impossible. The way you are are shocked by each bruise he uncovers. You make yourself a promise you won't say anything to Jimin. They will kill him.

A memory claws its way to the surface and you look at him in horror. Your id being taken out, your address being read and laughed at. Being put in a box. Threats that you cant remember only the terror on hearing them. Was it even real?

“My purse? Jimin did I have my purse? My phone?” Jimin takes your hand that's balling into a fist and loosens it. He shakes his head. You don't even have your shoes. You start to breathe harder and look at your door. “Is it locked? The front door?!”

“Do you want me to check” you nod furiously, suddenly sure they are going to come in, they? Fuck they. You watch Jimin disappear and by the time he's back under your blankets again. “It's locked” he hears a sound of relief. Small and still afraid.

“Ok” you say your voice barely a whisper. He can just see the edges of your fingertips wrapped around the hammer. He knows it won't do much to keep you safe. How many times would you be able to even swing it?

“You don't have to talk about it. But if you want to you can” he thinks you nod from inside your little burrow. You want to think but you can almost remember the threats. Had they made ones specifically about your roommates?

He hears a shuffling at the door as Jungkook opens the door. You let out another let out another little whimper. He leans in very close to your ear. He whispers. “It's Jungkook, can he come back inside your room?”

“I want him here,” you whisper. He’s so big. He’d scare off any creep who tried to touch you. He’d make you feel safe right. You want to feel safe. Jimin opens the door and nods to Jungkook who looks even more unmasked than before.

Jungkook tried to track your blood back to where the attack happened. It had led him back to where you cut your foot. He found your bra there. More blood and your bra. It had been torn off you. He knows that would take a fair bit of strength.

He comes over to you with a bottle of unlabeled pills in his hand “open your mouth” you are too out of it to notice how expressionless he is. He’s given up pretending at all. You probably won't remember this anyway. You obey him and normally it would give him a little thrill but today it only angers him.

He presses two pills to your tongue and makes you drink some of the cold water out of a glass bottle. He makes you finish it. “ Good girl. Who's my good girl?” you're too tired to answer your head hanging as you try and stay upright for him.

Jimin watches the interaction with interest. Is this what Jungkook likes? He doesn't look happy. He’s seen you make him happy before. Jungkook just looks blank. “ You thought he did this?”

“She didn't recognize his photo,'' Jimin says with a little shake of his head. The only relief he had really had.

“Give me your phone” Jimin also obeys. There is no other choice, not when you are right here. Any disobedience could get you snapped in half. Jungkook crushes his phone in his hand tossing out your open door and pulling out to burner phones one is already set up for you. “Don't talk to them. You don't belong to them anymore” he puts his hand on Jimin's face the expression that forms there is distinctly possessive. “You are mine. Say it!” The last part almost comes out as a yell.

“Yours. Jungkook, I'm yours” Jungkook doesn't know if he’s saying it because he’s afraid. Or if it's genuine and reciprocated desire on his part. He’s not sure if he cares. Not when he will keep Jimin safe either way. Keep you safe either way.

Jimin hates hands on his face. It makes him squirm, it makes him feel used so why does he lean into Jungkook? Why does he trust him? “They will kill us” that fear is back. Jungkook would crush it. Remove any trace of fear from his voice forever.

“They can try. What happened last night? It will never happen again. I will not hurt you” Jimin looks up at him. He’s not sure if he believes him. He wants to. He wants to trust Jungkook more than anything else to surrender to him. To be safe to just catch his breath. Would Jungkook make him safe?

“Then we should run. We should get her away from this” they should get you away from his handler. From whoever did this to you. Just go. Take you someplace warm where you could relax in the sun and there were no shadows he had to watch.

“And let the people who did this to her go? Jimin, no one who ever hurts either of you gets to live.” Jimin looks at you afraid you can hear but your eyes are out of focus, just lulled between the two of them.

Jimin starts touching all the bruises again over and over counting. You were so excited about your date, so happy. “ I want to rip them apart.”

“We will. Slowly. And then we will move to your handler. Lay down” Jimin lays down next to you arms wrapped around your semi conscious form like you are one of your giant plushies that line the room. Jungkook grabs the knife out of Jimin's pocket

His blades are always sharper after all and pulls a towel down under his neck. “You’ll stay still, right Jimin? You’ll be my good boy?”

“Okay” Jungkook smiles at him. It doesn't reach his eyes. Why pretend. Jimin can see what he is. He’ll pretend for you when you wake up. But between him and Jimin? Why bother? It's nice. To be known.

The knife in his neck is so sharp he barely feels it. He feels the fingers Jungkook plunges into his neck. Feels the device being pulled out from him and the last shock that racks his body as his agency gets alarming reports that either their number one asset is dying or worse in their opinion he dares to remove it.

The sounds of pain are almost too much for him. He reminds himself that he’s made the Jimin experience worse. That this would set him free.

It takes longer than Jungkook would like. It’s messier. He’ll need to swap out your mattress at some point with his own. Not like he needs it. As if he’s sleeping without you or Jimin within reach. The wound on Jimin's neck is to ragged. It's ok. He knows about human anatomy. It's easy enough to fix. Easy enough to keep Jimin alive.

Jimin writhes beneath him a sobbing moaning mess. So close to Jungkook's desires for him. Jimin looks up to him, his eyes a mix of pain and adoration. Jungkook kisses the wound on his neck, his mouth pulling up with blood.

Monster.

Hero

Freedom.

So many descriptors pool together in his pain-addled mind. All equally accurate. His new master. His lies are becoming manifest.

Jungkook looks like a monster, but it's ok. Jimin is too. A monster, a pair of them. It's fine. Clearly you need pet monsters in your life. On a leash ready to rend flesh from anyone who approached you.

It doesn't matter. You can't see. “Good boy. You hold her ok? Take care of her and I will take care of you.'' He kisses Jimin and is rewarded with a sloppy kiss back. Is this his first? Probably. Awake anyway. Jungkooks thumb traces his pretty lips. He makes him take two pills too. Watch the light drain out of his eyes as he slips into that same state you do. Jungkook would repeat the gesture when he was awake. When you were awake.

Look at you two.

So dull eyed and boneless.

So helpless.

He would make sure you were safe. He would make you happy. Whatever he takes.

He cleans Jimin first removing the blood and then you manhandling you however he wants. The sweat and any lingering traces of anyone's touch but theirs are removed. “Mine. you’re mine too.” he whispers to you. He could be patient. Could afford to wait for you to be able to talk to him. No one could escape him. He’s gentle. Making sure his touches are chaste. If you want to shower later, Jimin could help you. Maybe he’d watch. To make sure his pretty babies were safe.

You two look so right in each others arms, his perfect set of dolls. Both so cute and really to show him your whole mind.

He sits in the corner of your room watching you sleep. Mine repeats in his mind over and over and over. Every breath is his. Every thought is joy. His, his.

#bts reader insert #bts reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #reader x jimin #jimin x reader #assault #non consensual touching #bts x reader #violence #bts angst #bts fanfiction #voyuerism

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jeonqkooks · 1 year

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LMAO hi it’s me the person who found you on tiktok and yesss I found you there😭😭 it was a page that recommended jungkook fics and you were there! For obs and the fool me once fic (which btw broke my heart bc I related to it so much at the time and that fic made me “strong” to stand up for myself). I sadly took a sc of the screen and deleted it so I can’t find it anymore😭 but just know a lot of people in the comments were hyping up obs!!

i can’t tell u how much this blows my mind bc ?? i’m just here eating my little cookies and going about my day, not having a single clue that people are talking about obs on tiktok?? 😭 that is amazing and it’s unreal. i can’t believe my bubs made it cross over to tiktok like… just when i thought i couldn’t love you guys more 😭

about fmo.. babe 😭 ily ily ily, for being here and being a reader and for making my whole day with this ask (it was one of the first things i saw when i woke up). i don’t love the fact you had a similar experience to that fic (tell me their name, i’ll FIGHT) but i love that it could help you in any way :(( you don’t know how much that means to me, thank you 🤍

#i’ll be thinking about this ask for the next 76 business days #also!#i did not know that tumblr fic recs were a thing on tiktok until your asks #it made me download tiktok again for 30 minutes to wander thru the tags 😭#re: our beloved summer #re: fool me once #💌#anon #answered

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meanwhile jungkook is happy to show his tattoos off lol 😂😂

i am so confused by this ask bc i don’t understand if your intent is to shame jungkook (?) for being too public or to shame sebongs for being too private or for not feeling comfortable talking abt certain things but its weird either way. these ppl literally have nothing to do with eachother and even if they DID have any relation like .. whatsoever .. one feeling comfortable talking about something would not dictate whether or not the other feels that same level of comfort ???

this is like weird on another level bc like. it would be weird if you kept it to seventeen. like if a member was asked abt his tattoos and chose not to answer and u came to me like ‘well sc is happy to talk about his’ but to bring up some completely unrelated guy ?? huh ??? wht is your point anyway 😭😭 jungkook or cheol or ANYONE being asked about it and deciding to share has no bearing on whether or not anyone else is obligated to share the choices they’ve made for their own body as an entire grown adult

and why are you telling meeeeee i am not the kpop tattoo police 😭 i am literally just some girl on the interwebs. i am a cluster of pixels on your screen. i do not get paid enough to even slightly care about your seventeen to bts pipeline. please be normal for just one day

#lena.txt #HUH????#weird anons #answers ✉️

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sparklingchim · 2 years

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long way home 10 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: they're just disgustingly sweet in this one i wanna cry, they talk about period?

summary: the one where you're reminded why you love jungkook so much.

a/n: this left me craving for some chocolate cake 🥴

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"Jungkook," you whine.

"Y/n."

Your chest heavily rises up and down, partly because you've been quarreling with Jungkook for a good ten minutes and partly because the whiff you get from Jungkook's laundry detergent - because he's hovering over you - makes you dizzy in the head.

"Please?" you try again, looking at him with innocent eyes.

"Give me the remote."

"No."

"Y/n." The demanding cadency of his voice sends little shivers down your spine. You slide further down the couch till you're fully laying on your back. Both arms still behind your back to hide the remote from him.

"I don't wanna watch an action movie," you sulk.

"And I don't wanna watch a sappy k-drama."

"We won't be watching a sappy k-drama."

He rolls his eyes, followed by a groan right after. "All k-dramas are sappy."

"They're not!"

"Baby, please," he says. Jungkook nuzzles his head between your shoulder and neck. His arms are caging your head between them.

"But it's my birthday." You let both your arms come out from behind your back, the remote still uncomfortably laying between your spine and the couch. Your fingers naturally comb through his fluffy dark hair.

"Technically, it was yesterday." His mumbling against your neck has you biting your lip for a moment. His hands find your waist and you feel his fingers slowly trying to reach under your back.

You bend your leg and kick him on his tummy with your knee. "Don't you fucking dare," you snap, hands wrapped around his wrists to stop him.

Raising his head from your neck he looks down at you with a glower.

"Don't look at me like that," you huff. "I wanna watch Vincenzo. And it won't be sappy at all! It's about mafia and...well, I don't know much about it except that Song Joong-ki plays the lead role. You'll probably end up liking it too." You can't stop yourself from reaching for Jungkook's mouth and thumbing his bottom lip. You play with his lip piercing for a couple of seconds, staring at with fascination like you've never seen it before.

Jungkook sighs. "Fine."

You smile at your win. Jungkook pushes himself off the couch. Just when you're sitting up too and type the name of the drama into the TV, Nabi suddenly starts wailing in the nursery room.

Jungkook gets up without a word. Before he enters her nursery you hear him say, "Did my little butterfly wake up, hm?"

He walks out with Nabi hugging his side a few seconds later. "It's dinner time for miss Nabi now," Jungkook announces a he walks past you with Nabi, who has crocodile tears running down her chubby cheeks and little sniffles escaping her lips.

You grow soft for a second before you jump up and follow them to the kitchen.

"I'm hungry too," you say.

With still a pout visible on her lips, Nabi stretches her arms out for you.

A smile appears on your face and you take her in your arms. Now that Jungkook has his hands free, he opens a cabinet and pulls out a glass jar of baby food.

"But we just had burgers?" Jungkook replies confused.

It has probably been only two hours since you've had burgers at that new place that Jungkook was so excited to try out.

"I know. I'm just craving some chocolate right now." You open up the drawer where he stores all of his snacks inside.

"I dunno if I have any left," Jungkook mumbles, too occupied with preparing Nabi's food.

"Oh, what's that?" you ask as something that has chocolate on the package peaks your interest. But as you bring it closer to study it you realise that it's mint chocolate. You scrunch up your nose. "Ew." You put it back into the drawer. "Can you believe that your dada eats something like that, Nabi? He's so weird, isn't he?"

"People who dislike mint chocolate are the weird ones."

"Jungkook, you need to go grocery shopping. Your snacks are very disappointing. There's no chocolate." You close the drawer with a huff.

"I had planned to go grocery shopping tomorrow," he tells you. "Why are you so keen to eat chocolate now anyway?"

"Got my period today," you mutter as you walk past him to get to the refrigerator.

"What?" Jungkook turns to you, eyes big. "Are you okay?"

You nod, opening the refrigerator door to scan the food inside.

"Really? I can get you some pain killers? A heat pad? Want me to go the the convenience store real quick and get you some chocolate?"

His caringness coaxes a smile on your lips. "No need to. I'm actually doing fine this time around." No cramps, no aching back, no sensitive boobs. The only symptom you're suffering from is your craving for chocolate.

"No cramps?" he inquires.

"Uh-huh."

There's still concern lingering in Jungkook's eyes when you take a quick look at him. "I can make some popcorn if you'd like."

"Sounds good."

Nabi plays with your hair while you continue to examine the contents of the refrigerator.

You gasp when your eyes land on a piece of cake. "The cake!" you exclaim, your greedy hand immediately reaching for it.

"Right. I totally forgot about it."

The waitress mistook Jungkook and you for a couple and gave the both of you a piece of a chocolate cake to share. You both were too full to even have a bite, so Jungkook asked to get it boxed up. This wasn't the first time someone had misjudged Jungkook and you for a couple, but it was still awkward.

You sit down the kitchen table with your cake and a fork.

It doesn't need much longer till Nabi's food is ready. You feed her while eating too and Jungkook is busy making popcorn.

"You know, your life would be much easier with a microwave," you observe as you watch Jungkook standing in front of the closed pot with the popcorn inside.

"Microwaves are harmful."

"But imagine how fast it could heat up your food?"

"I'm not getting one."

"You could save so much time not having to put Nabi's food in a water bath every time."

"I can wait 5 minutes."

"But can Nabi?"

"Nabi isn't a glutton. She can wait."

"Wouldn't agree with that," you say as you watch Nabi dip her fingers into the glass jar.

Jungkook turns around. You can see the exact moment when crease between his eyebrows vanishes and a faint smile tugs on his lips as he takes in the sight of Nabi messily trying to eat more of her food.

He walks toward her, probably wanting to help to clean her up, but then he hears it pop on the stove and immediately spins around.

"Please don't burn the kitchen down." You take a few tissues from the table and wipe Nabi's tiny fingers clean with it.

"I've got this!" A few seconds pass before Jungkook says, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah." You give Nabi a spoonful of food before you let yourself eat some of the cake.

"What's going on between Jimin and you?" He looks over his shoulder, a solemn expression on his face.

"We're friends," you shrug. You knew he was going to mention Jimin at one point. You weren't exactly sure when though.

"Friends?"

"Yes, friends. Why?"

Now he's the one that shrugs. "Just asking. Didn't look like friends to me yesterday, that's all."

Well, that's because he didn't know what had happened before, but you don't feel like explaining either. You also don't feel like telling him that you made out with Jimin again yesterday night. Maybe some other time.

"He is nice though. I don't get why you don't like him."

"I do like him. When have I ever said that I don't?"

"I can tell when you don't like someone."

"I don't have anything against him," he presses.

"Okay, if you say so." You don't want to argue with him so you change the topic. "Hey, do you still have the party hat that you put on Nabi yesterday?" you ask.

"Yeah, why?"

"Wanna take a picture with Nabi wearing it and send it to my mum."

"Sure, I'll give it to you later."

Once the popcorn is done you three are back in the living room, watching the k-drama that you had picked out for the night. Nabi is laying on Jungkook's chest with her back and a pacifier in her mouth. You've got your leg thrown over his lap, hugging his arm and resting your head on his shoulder. You love to cuddle with them, it feels safe and comforting.

"You sure you're okay?" Jungkook's hands moves to your tummy, patting it gently.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"Good," he says, but doesn't stop to softly rub his hand at the place just beneath your tummy.

Jungkook only leans back satisfied after he gives Nabi and you a kiss on the temple.

You smile, snuggling closer to him.

This, you think. This is what love feels like.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook scenario #bts fanfic #bts scenario #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #dilf jungkook #jungkook smut #single dad au #jungkook angst

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chaoticpuff17 · 2 years

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Tokki

ADG Jungkook

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hello my darlings! life is busy, and after a long, long time, here it is! ADG JK! I’m off to get ready for my trip down to SC. Please Enjoy!--- chaotic puff

Jungkook was the youngest of the group, and as such had been warned on more than one occasion to be careful, not to be rash. Perhaps if he’d paid more heed to his hyungs he wouldn’t have been bleeding in an alleyway without a way to contact anyone. It wasn’t the first time he’d been injured, and it probably wouldn't be the last, but he wasn’t looking forward to the scolding he was going to get from his hyungs for being so careless.

He wasn’t supposed to be doing jobs like this personally anyway. He was supposed to be finishing his degree and overseeing things on the side, but he didn’t like to be still for too long, and this was supposed to be an easy assignment. No one was meant to get shot, certainly not him.

The wound wasn’t too bad. He didn’t think the bullet had hit anything vital, but it was bleeding a lot, and he’d probably need stitches after someone dug the bullet out of his side.

“Are you alright?” a voice, soft and sweet, asked from the mouth of the alley.

Jungkook’s head shot up, his whole body tense and ready for a fight despite the burning in his side. But what he found standing there was just as sweet and soft as the voice it possessed, nothing to be alarmed at.

There in the dim light stood a girl sheltered from the rain under a soft pink umbrella. She was peering out at him from beneath it with a concerned look on her face. And with no small amount of surprise, Jungkook realized he knew her. He recognized her face from around campus.

“Ahjussi?”

He flinched a little at the use of the honorific, the title making him feel old, especially when it was coming from her.

When he still didn’t respond, she took a step into the alley, looking for any sign of what was causing him distress.

Part of him wanted to scold her. Didn’t she have any sense of danger? But fuck if he wasn’t grateful for a friendly face.

“Yuna-ssi.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at the sound of her name.

“Jungkook sunbae?” she offered tentatively.

They didn’t know each other, not really, but Jungkook was a popular figure around campus. The handsome brooding art major thing along with the mysterious edge his work lent him afforded him a certain amount of social capital, so he wasn’t surprised she knew him. She was probably more surprised he knew her.

“Are you alright?” she asked again, taking another step into the alley, head tilted to the side. “Sunbae?”

She reached his side, hesitantly reaching out to touch his shoulder as he leaned against the wall, his hand pressed to the wound on his side.

Without thinking, he held out a hand to stop her not realizing it was the hand that had been pressed to his side and that it was coated in blood.

“Is that blood?” her tone rose an octave in panic as she caught sight of the liquid staining his hands in the dim light. “Oh my god, sunbae. We need to get you to the hospital.”

There was the most adorable furrow between her brows as she rushed to help him stand trying to support some of his weight despite the fact that she barely cleared his shoulder. She couldn’t have been much more than five feet tall, and she was a soft curvy little thing. He was half way convinced he would squish her if she tried to help him.

“No, I just need to make a call.” He did his best to reassure her, smiling through the pain, and pressing his hand back to the oozing hole in his side, but it was no use. She’d already caught sight of the blood.

“You need a doctor.”

“I have a doctor. I just need to make a call.”

She looked conflicted. Jungkook could practically see her working through what to do, but with a little sigh she seemed to make up her mind.

“I live two streets over. Do you think you can walk that far?” to be honest she was more worried about him making it up the stairs when they got there, but that was a problem they’d deal with when they got there.

“Yes.”

With a determined nod, she tucked her umbrella into her bag knowing she wasn’t going to be able to shield them with it and help support him at the same time. She put the hood of her jacked up over her head to provide some protection from the rain and tucked herself under the arm of Jungkook’s uninjured side, letting him place some of his weight on her shoulders.

Jungkook would have been lying to say that his pride wasn’t a little hurt that she was seeing him like this. He’d been trying to work up the courage to talk to the cute girl from his history class for weeks. Never had he ever imagined that this was how he was going to make first contact with her.

He’d had plans of asking her for coffee after class, getting to know her better, maybe he would have taken her to Lotte World. She seemed like the kind of girl who would have enjoyed that. This was definitely not either of those activities.

Slowly the pair of them limped along until they reached her building where a daunting amount of stairs awaited them.

“Sunbae?” she asked, her voice a little more than a squeak. They were both winded from the journey. “Do you think you can make it up the stairs?”

He lifted his head, looking over the stairs in front of them. “How far up are you?”

“Two flights.”

He winced at that but agreed.

After a trek up the stairs that took an embarrassingly long time in Jungkook’s eyes, they had reached her apartment.

“Okay, sunbae. We’re almost there.”

She unlocked the door and dragged him inside, or at least she thought she was dragging him. Jungkook was still supporting most of his own weight as they walked out of fear of hurting her.

Yuna didn’t bother to remove either of their shoes, instead choosing to get him safely into her little one room apartment and into a chair. The sooner she could get him set down the better. He was heavy.

“I think I have a first aid kit somewhere.” she murmured more to herself than to him.

“Yuna-ssi.” he called, as she started to dig beneath the kitchen sink. “Yuna-ssi.” She looked over at him, that adorable little furrow still between her brows. “I just need to use your phone to call my hyung.”

“Oh.” she blinked at him owlishly. “Right. Of course.”

She got up and moved to where she had dumped her backpack to find her phone. “I really think you should let me try to patch you up.”

“I’ll be fine, Yuna-ssi.”

The blood coating his fingers made her think otherwise, but she handed him the phone anyway and went back to finding the first aid kit determined not to let him bleed out all over her apartment.

“You need to lift up your shirt, sunbae.” she murmured, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

He blinked at her slowly. “No. It’s fine.”

“You’re bleeding all over my chair.”

Jungkook looked down as if only just now realizing that he was still bleeding and what he was bleeding over.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Slowly, Jungkook lifted his shirt giving her access to the hole in his side as he dialed the number of the hyung who was least likely to murder him.

“Hobi-hyung?” he started, as the older man picked up the phone.

“Kook?”

“I need a favor?”

Any sense of levity was gone in an instant replaced by the stern hyung they all feared. Hoseok could be a taskmaster when he wanted to be. “What did you do?”

“I may have gotten into a little bit of trouble. But it’s okay! I’m not bleeding that bad, and I’m out of the rain. I just need a ride and a visit to Jin-hyung.”

“God dammit, Jungkook. What the fuck did you get yourself into?”

“It was an easy job!” Jungkook was quick to defend himself.

“You weren’t supposed to be doing any jobs right now!” He shouted. “Where are you?” Hoseok growled after a moment of tense silence.

“I’m at…” It struck Jungkook that he had no idea what her address was, and he looked to her expectantly as she cleaned up his wound. She glanced up and gave him her address only slightly reluctantly, and Jungkook parroted it back to his hyung.

“I’ll be there soon.” Hoseok sighed into the phone, grumbling under his breath. “Don’t move.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

“Someone’s coming to get you?” she asked, glancing up at him as she finished wrapping the gauze around his torso to the best of her ability which was admittedly not extensive.

“Yes.” he paused, hesitantly. “Thank you, Yuna-sii.” he flashed her his best bunny grin. He knew this had to be strange for her, but she was such a sweet soul. She hardly knew him, and she’d helped him when he was bleeding in the street. Anyone else would have run in the other direction. She probably should have, especially when he’d refused to let her take him to a doctor.

“It’s fine.” she mumbled awkwardly, refusing to meet his eye. “I think this will hold, at least until you get to a doctor.” that little furrow was back between her brows.

His grin faltered a little seeing how she refused to look at him, her eyes glued to the floor. This was exactly why he’d planned to approach her gently. She wasn’t used to his world, and this was probably the worst way he could have introduced her to it.

“Thank you, Yuna-ssi.”

He was going to speak again, but a banging on her door distracted them both, and Yuna bolted up to answer the door as though someone had lit a fire under her.

“He’s through there.” she mumbled eyes cast down as she allowed the clearly annoyed stranger into her house.

“What the hell were you thinking, Jungkook?” He hissed, stomping over to his dongsaeng to check him over. “How the fuck did you mangage this? A rookie could have done that job without getting themselves shot.”

“Sorry, hyung.” Jungkook smiled sheepishly. “But Yuna-ssi patched me up!”

With a sigh Hoseok turned to see the young woman staring at them both owlishly, still by the front door.

“Thank you for taking care of, Jungkook.” he bowed respectfully, grateful that Jungkook hadn’t been bleeding out in some alley in the rain even though he probably deserved it for getting himself into this mess in the first place.

“It was no problem.” she stuttered, eager to have them both out of her house along with whatever sketchy business had gotten Jungkook hurt in the first place.

Hoseok looked the girl over, a headache already beginning to form. “I trust you won’t be telling anyone about tonight’s events? We wouldn’t want any more incidents.” he arched a brow, taking note of the way she shivered at his words, shrinking in on herself.

“Of course not.” her smile was shaky at best, more of a grimace really. “Please take care.”

“Hyung.” Jungkook whined, pouting at the older man in a way that Yuna found wholly unfitting given the situation they were all in. “You shouldn’t scare Yuna-ssi.”

Hoseok hauled the younger man up, supporting most of his weight as he dragged him towards the door. “Yeah yeah yeah. Say goodnight to the lady.”

Jungkook shot her one last smile as they disappeared out the door. “I’ll see you at school, Yuna-ssi.”

She sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t.

----

“Isn’t she great, hyung?” Jungkook asked for the twentieth time a little loopy from the pain meds that Jin had dosed him with as he dug out the bullet.

“She seems very nice.” Hoseok grumbled, tired and upset about being dragged out to rescue the maknae when he could have been home with his fiancee.

“Yuna-ssi is the best isn’t she?”

“I’m sure she is.” Jin assured him, suppressing a grin. It wasn’t every day that they got to see their maknae like this. He practically had hearts in his eyes.

“I should ask her out.”

Jin smiled indulgently, and Hoseok rolled his eyes. Park Yuna did not seem like the kind of girl who would want anything to do with Jungkook after the events of the night. She was a straight laced college girl, completely innocent to the ways of their world. The entire incident was sure to have scared her.

“I need to thank her for helping. She didn’t have to do that, you know?”

Jin pulled the bullet out. “I’m sure she’d love that. You can ask her for coffee.”

His words were more about placating the younger man than about any real belief that his asking her out would go well. From what Hoseok had said, their maknae had ruined any chance of getting the girl to agree to a date without coercion. Hoseok’s exact words describing her had been “ready to bolt out of her skin”.

“She’s perfect.”

The two older men shared a glance, both of them knowing where this was going.

---

Yuna moved like a shadow around campus for the next few weeks, doing her very best to avoid Jungkook. If she so much as caught a glance of someone she thought could be Jungkook, she moved in the opposite direction.

It was a strategy that was working fairly well. She hadn’t seen him though she’d heard from some of the other girls on campus that he had been asking about her which did nothing to soothe her increasingly frayed nerves.

Avoiding him was especially hard given that they shared classes making her regret her choice of credits for the semester.

She’d slipped into class just before it was set to start earning her a look from her professor. She’d been scolded more than once in the past two weeks for her near tardies. And Jungkook was sitting at the back of the classroom, directly next to the seat that she had taken to sitting in due to its proximity to the door.

He flashed her a smile as she sank into her seat, and she had to suppress her grimace, managing to flash him a shadow of a smile to be polite.

“I haven’t seen you around.” he whispered as she began to set up her space for class.

“I’ve been busy.” her eyes were downcast, darting around looking anywhere but at him as she fidgeted with the cuff of her sweater.

“I’ve wanted to thank…”

She cut him off with the brightest smile she could muster as she glanced up. “Class is starting.”

For the next hour, Yuna resolutely ignored him, waiting as the minutes passed by agonizingly slowly for the class to end so she could hopefully make a swift and relatively painless escape.

Jungkook was not oblivious. He knew that Yuna was avoiding him. He’d hoped that some time would give her a chance to get over the shock of that night, but time hadn’t helped, and Yuna had been avoiding him as though he was a carrier of the plague. He’d tried to make the odd encounter as light hearted as possible, and it seemed that it hadn’t worked.

He couldn’t exactly blame her for that. He hadn’t wanted her involved at all, but the universe had had other ideas. That wasn’t going to stop him from trying to pursue her though. That had always been the plan. Their official meeting had been a little more adventurous than he’d intended though.

She’d been a veritable ghost since the incident, and he hadn’t wanted to show up at her home unannounced lest it scare her more than she already was, but he was losing patience, hence the reason he had finally cornered her. The hour was passing by torturously slowly for him as well. Every time he tried to talk to her either she or someone else in the class shushed him, and one more dirty look from their professor and he’d be out on his ass waiting for her in the hallway which would make the hour even more agonizingly slow. It was better to be close to her than to be waiting out in the hall like a kicked puppy.

As soon as the class ended Yuna bounced up out of her seat ready to bolt for the door, but Jungkook beat her to it, gently reaching out to grab her wrist and stop her in her tracks before she could make her escape.

“Yuna-ssi.” the look she was giving him was nothing short of what he imagined the sheep would stare at the big bad wolf with, abject terror, which was an expression he wanted her looking at him with. “How are you?” they both cringed at the awkwardness of the question.

“I have another class to get to, sunbae.”

It was a clumsy attempt to extract herself from the situation and a lie, one she wasn’t going to get away with.

“This is your last class of the day.” she flushed in embarrassment. “Can I take you for coffee? To thank you for the other week?”

“I don’t…”

“Please, Yuna-ssi. There’s a really great place not too far from campus.”

“I should get home.”

“I could walk you there.”

She took a deep breath, shaking her head slightly as though to shake off a bad thought. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, sunbae.”

He frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “Yuna-ssi, I know- I know it was unusual circumstances…”

“Then you can understand why I don’t want any part of whatever it is you’ve gotten yourself mixed up in.” Her shoulders pulled back, steeled in an attempt to make herself seem taller than she was, more resolute and perhaps slightly more intimidating than her petite height would suggest. “I’m glad you’re healing well, sunbae, but I don’t want anything else to do with this.” she ducked her head in a quick bow. “Excuse me.”

She slipped away, Jungkook too shocked to keep a hold on her as she bolted for the door and out of his sight. She had already disappeared into the throng of students by the time he had processed what had happened.

He’d waited weeks for a chance to talk to her, and she’d brushed him. Worse, she’d said she didn’t want to see him. She didn’t even want to talk to him.

It took him months to work up the courage to speak to her after the first time he saw her, and it only took her a moment to shatter all of his hopes and his heart along with it.

That couldn’t be right though. She had pulled him out of the rain while he’d had a bullet in his side and kept him safe and in one piece until Hoseok could get there. She wouldn’t have done that for just anyone. She was just scared. That had to be it. It couldn’t be that she didn’t want to see him. That wouldn’t make sense. She was just scared. That was normal. All of his noonas had been scared when they’d first come home, some more than others, but they were all relatively happy now.

He pulled out his phone, quickly dialing a number.

“Hyung? I think I need some advice.”

---

“So asking her out didn’t go so well?” Jin asked, taking a seat on the sofa as he handed Jungkook a glass of wine.

“She doesn’t want to talk to me.” he pouted, swirling the glass. “Practically jumped out of her skin when she saw me.” Jin hummed in understanding, sipping at his own glass. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You like this girl?”

Jungkook nodded eagerly, a bunny grin settling over his features. “She’s so sweet, hyung, and so cute! I feel like I could pick her up and put her in my pocket. And she’s kind. She picked me up off the ground, no hesitation, and patched me up.” Jin quirked a brow, sipping his wine as Jungkook continued on. “And she’s smart too! She’s just- just… she’s amazing!” His happy expression fell, the pout returning. “She won’t talk to me though, and I don’t know what to do. She looks at me like I’m going to hurt her!”

“Are you going to hurt her?”

Jungkook reeled back, affronted. “Never!” The furrow between his brows deepened. “I don’t want her to be scared, hyung.”

“Keep trying to get her to talk to you, soften her up. Let her know there’s nothing to be scared of.”

“She won’t talk to me!” he groaned, flopping back against the sofa with Jin scolding him about being careful with the wine not wanting stains on his sofa. “Why won’t she talk to me?” he asked, shooting his hyung his best puppy dog eyes.

“She found you bleeding in an alley, Kook. It’s normal for her to be a little anxious.”

“But I’m not gonna hurt her.”

“She doesn’t know that.”

“Why would she think I’m gonna hurt her?”

“She found you bleeding in an alley, Kook.” Jin sighed, setting aside his glass. “You have to be gentle with her. She’s not like Y/N or Sen. She’s not used to our world.”

“Hayan wasn’t part of our world.”

A dreamy smile spread across his face at the mention of his wife. “She wasn’t. I remember seeing that smile of hers and being completely gone, and then she said she was going to leave, and I swear that my heart stopped beating. I couldn’t bear to lose her.”

“So what did you do?” Jungkook leaned forward, completely focused on his hyung’s story.

“I took her.” he shrugged. “I was panicking, losing my mind at the possibility of her leaving, and Namjoon asked me if I loved her. Told me if I did then I should take her home, plain and simple.”

“Just take her?”

“Take her.” he nodded. “She’s safer with you than she is out there.”

“What if she doesn’t want to come?”

“She’ll adjust eventually. She might be a little frightened at first though so you’ll have to have patience.” A shadow passed over Jin’s face. “The first few months with Hayan were hard. She was healing and frightened. I was always worried she was going to do something to hurt herself, but we worked through it. We’re still working through it. There are good days and bad days. Today was a bad day. She’s upstairs resting now.”

Jungkook nodded soberly. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that the transition hadn’t been easy on the women in their lives, but the alternative was worse. Losing them was worse. Namjoon had practically gone out of his mind when Y/N was gone. Jimin had been inconsolable when Seori had left him. Yoongi, as much as he didn’t like to admit it, had been a horrible grouch for months after Sen had left until he’d decided to go looking for her. The few times that Tae had lost track of Aerie had sent him into a frenzy, and Jungkook had never seen Hobi as panicked as when Iyla ran even though she was only gone for a few hours. Jungkook didn’t know how he would react to losing Yuna. He’d only had her in his life for a short time, but he didn’t want to find out.

“So I take her?”

“You take her.”

----

Yuna hadn’t felt safe walking home since the night she’d found Jungkook bleeding in the alley. She felt even less safe after he’d cornered her in class. She was constantly worried he was going to appear from around every corner and out of every alley. She was jittery, flinching at every unexpected sound. She didn’t know what Jungkook was messed up in, but she knew it wasn’t good.

It didn’t matter that Jungkook was cute or that he was polite. Under the veneer of the quiet college student was something dark and dangerous, something she didn’t want to be involved in even though he seemed determined to pull her into it in some odd sort of reciprocity. She didn’t want his thanks. She just wanted him to leave her alone.

“Yuna-ssi!” she flinched back violently at the sound of her name, colliding with the door of the library as she turned to look at who had called her name.

“Ah!” she bobbed her head in greeting, smiling sheepishly. “Changkyun sunbae.”

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking over her worriedly. “You nearly jumped out of your skin.”

She nodded hurriedly, trying to make her smile a little brighter to ease his concern. Im Changkyung was in his last year in business school and every now and again they’d run into each other around campus. He was nice, sweet even, and blessedly not Jeon Jungkook.

“I’m fine. I’ve just been a little on edge lately.”

“Is everything alright?” his eyes drifted down. The way her hands were shaking didn’t escape either of them, and she quickly shoved them into the pockets of her coat, out of sight and out of mind or at least that was the idea. “Listen, Yuna-ssi,” He began, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s late. Why don’t I walk you home?”

Her head shot up, eyes searching his face to see if he was serious. After a moment, she breathed out a sigh, nodding gratefully. “Thank you. I’d appreciate that.”

Perhaps with the senior by her side she’d feel a little less anxious walking home.

The two walked in silence, hands tucked into their pockets to protect them against the chill, and she was grateful for the silence. These days the quiet on her way home was oppressive, the sounds of the city frightening, but with Changkyun there it was more companionable. It felt like it had before the incident, before Jungkook.

“So what has you so on edge lately?” Changkyun asked after a while, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as they walked.

“It’s nothing.” she assured him, flashing him a closed lip smile. He turned to face her, raising a brow in disbelief. “There was an incident on my way home a few weeks ago.” She admitted, feeling a little chastised by his look.

“An incident?”

“Oh!” her eyes widened as she quickly tried to backtrack. “It really wasn’t that bad. It was just a little unsettling.” The last thing she needed was for Changkyun to get mixed up in this as well, and he’d probably tell her to go to the police. She wasn’t going to do that. She wasn’t going to risk whoever that man that had come to get Jungkook coming back.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded quickly. “I’m sure, but thank you for walking me home. I appreciate it.”

He flashed her a sweet smile. “It’s no trouble. I’ve actually- I’ve actually been meaning to ask you to coffee sometime.”

She froze staring up at him owlishly, slowly trying to process the words that he had just said. “Me?” she squeaked as they finally sank in.

“Yeah. You.”

“Oh.” she squeaked, a blush beginning to creep its way up her neck and onto her cheeks.

She was searching for the words to say when the call of her name turned both of their heads.

Standing outside of her building was Jeon Jungkook, smiling brightly though the expression dimmed quickly, morphing into a frown as he registered her companion.

“Jungkook-ssi.” Changkyun greeted the younger man, oblivious to the way that all the color had drained from her face or the way that her entire body had locked up, frozen and apprehensive. “Do you live here as well?”

“Changkyun sunbae.” she gripped his sleeve, pulling him back slightly.

Jungkook’s eyes locked onto the movement, his frown deepening, his lips thinned into a grim line the complete opposite of his formerly bright look.

“Is everything alright, Yuna-ssi?” Changkyun asked, taking notice of her unease.

“We should go.” her eyes darted nervously between the two of them, and her voice low and soft, barely above a whisper.

“Isn’t this your building, Yuna-ssi?”

“We should go.”

A crease appeared between his brows as he tried to puzzle out what had spooked her so much. “You don’t look very well. Are you feeling alright? Do you need a doctor?”

Jungkook took a step forward, reaching to pull Yuna to him. “I can take her.”

Yuna flinched back violently, colliding with Changkyun’s side as she did.

Instantly, the reason for her discomfort had become clear, and Changkyun squared his shoulders facing down the younger man. “I’ll take her. I offered to see her home, and I’ll see her to the doctor.” he declared, pushing her behind him much to Jungkook’s annoyance.

“Changkyun sunbae.” she pleaded, tugging on the sleeve of his coat in an attempt to pull him away.

Jungkook’s expression softened as he looked around Changkyun’s shoulder to her. “It’s alright, bunny. I’ll have this taken care of in no time.” his attention turned back to the man she was hiding behind, his expression shuttering into something grim and dangerous. “Come here, bunny.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you.”

Jungkook scoffed, and Yuna winced. While the declaration was sweet, brave, it was desperately foolish. He didn’t know better though. She did. She knew that Jungkook was more than just the brooding university student.

“Come on, Yuna-ssi.” Changkyun turned, smiling at her reassuringly as he pushed her forward a little, back the way they had come. “We’ll go get that coffee, yeah?” he reached out a hand and brushed a stray wisp of hair away from her eyes. It was a sweet gesture, an intimate one she supposed was meant to give them an air of familiarity they didn’t have and discourage Jungkook from whatever it was he had in mind.

It did not.

“Get the fuck off her.”

In an instant, Changkyun was ripped away, eliciting a startled shriek from her as Jungkook threw a punch knocking the older man back. The next punch sent him sprawling to the ground with Jungkook in hot pursuit, grabbing him by the collar to continue his assault.

“What are you doing?” she cried, rushing to grab Jungkook’s arm, trying to pull him back as he rained hit after hit down on Changkyun who was doing his best to push Jungkook off as well. “Stop it!”

“You don’t get to touch her.” he spat, seething as he released his blind rage. She had avoided him for weeks, but she let him walk her home, allowed him to ask her to coffee?

“Yuna, get out of here!” Changkyun groaned between hits, urging her to go. She remained frozen in place for a moment, torn between trying to help him and fleeing. “Go!”

After another moment’s hesitation, she turned on her heel, running for the stairs that led to the safety of her apartment.

She didn’t hear the whispered expletive behind her or the sound of heavy boots on the stairs behind her until it was too late, and she was swept off her feet with a shriek.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook shushed her, pressing her close against his chest. “I didn’t mean to lose my temper. It’s okay, bunny. I’m not going to hurt you.” she had a hard time believing that as she squirmed in his hold. “I’m sorry.”

“Please.” She whimpered, pushing against his arms. “Please don’t.”

Jungkook frowned, shifting so that he was seated on the stairs with her nestled between his legs. She was thrashing so much, and he didn’t want to drop her.

“I’m sorry, but he touched you, and I just got so angry.” he apologized, crossing his legs over hers to keep her from kicking.

“Let go!” she yelled, whipping her head around and sinking her teeth into his forearm.

It didn’t hurt. His coat took the brunt of it, but he was startled enough by the action that his grip loosened just for a moment, and she was able to slip out of his grasp, taking off back down the stairs like a shot.

“Yuna!” He called, springing to his feet. “Shit.”

She was quick. He had to give her that as he dashed after her, and he never would have expected her to bite him. He’d have to be careful of that when he caught up with her. But he wasn’t angry. She was frightened, and he was responsible for that. He never should have beaten Changkyun in front of her. He should have dealt with it later when she was safely tucked away at home instead of while she was right there to witness it.

She slipped out of view, and Jungkook cursed under his breath as he turned the corner to find her nowhere in sight.

How was she so quick? Where had she disappeared? He’d been right behind her. How had she managed to slip away?

“Fuck.” he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, pulling out his phone to make a call to his hyungs. They’d know what to do.

---

“You lost her?” Namjoon seethed, eyes narrowed dangerously as they locked onto the maknae. “How could you lose one little college student?”

“So much for the golden maknae.” Hobi snorted, his own displeasure clear. “You’re slipping, Kook. First you get yourself shot on a job a fucking newbie could do, and now this?” Jungkook bowed his head, thoroughly cowed by his hyungs. “And you beat a man on the street where she could see you!”

“The fuck were you thinking?” Namjoon growled, slamming a hand down on his desk.

“I’m sorry, hyung. I just couldn’t stand him touching her.”

Namjoon growled under his breath, turning his gaze to Hoseok with a sigh. “Does Tae have a lock on her?”

Hoseok nodded, checking his phone. “He hacked into the school’s server and got her number. Tracked down her phone. She’s called for an ambulance to her apartment, presumably for the guy this dipshit beat into a pulp.”

“We have a handle on that?”

He nodded. “I have Yoongi on it. No loose ends.”

“Good.” Namjoon nodded, relieved that this would all be over by the end of the night. “Hobi, go pick up Miss Park.”

Jungkook perked up. “I can-”

“Hosoek.” Namjoon cut him off sternly.

“On it, boss.”

Hoseok pushed off from the wall he’d been leaning against, clapping Jungkook on the shoulder once as he left the office and leaving their leader and their maknae alone as he went to go pick up the newest member of the family.

Neither man said anything for a moment, Jungkook shrinking slightly under his hyung’s hard stare.

“You know better.” Jungkook flinched a little at that. He hated disappointing his hyungs, but he especially hated disappointing Namjoon. “You’ve been off your game recently, Kook, and I can’t afford for you to be off your game.”

“Hyung…”

“You’re distracted, and being distracted gets you killed. You got yourself shot an a run a fucking newbie could have made! You beat a man you knew and left him there! He could have reported you, Kook! You better pray that neither he or your girl have made a report yet. I don’t have time to deal with the headache of burying a police report.”

“I’m sorry, hyung. I just… I just couldn’t stand seeing him with his hands on her.”

“I don’t care if you beat him to a pulp. Just don’t do it in public and take care of your shit.”

“Hyung…”

“Get your shit together, Jungkook.”

---

Yuna was nervous, practically vibrating as she waited for the taxi to come to take her to the hospital. She’d called an ambulance for Changkyun, but she needed to know he was alright. He’d been in bad shape when she’d run, and it was her fault that he had gotten beaten. The least she could do was make sure he was alright. But she was terrified that Jungkook was going to appear. She’d managed to dodge him, ducked into a bodega she’d worked at once, and the woman who ran it had been kind enough to allow her to hide behind the counter, even offering to call the police for her.

She’d never been more grateful for that woman than in the moment she’d looked at Jungkook and lied to his face saying she had never seen Yuna before. She’d even gone so far as telling him to buy something or get out, eyeing his bloody knuckles distastefully. She’d have to thank the old lady properly later.

A car pulled up to the curb, though it clearly wasn’t the cab she had called for. This was a dark SUV with windows so tinted she couldn’t see anything through them only adding to her ever present sense of unease, and it reached a boiling point when the door opened and a man she recognized stepped out.

Hyung. Jungkook had called the man hyung, and that could mean nothing good for her.

“Yuna-ssi.” he smiled brightly at her, walking around the hood of the car in a leisurely manner despite the way she had tensed up like a rabbit ready to run. He tilted his head to the side, observing her with his smile still fixed into place, but it lacked any real warmth that might have made her feel better. “This will be so much easier if you don’t run. Yeah? Jungkook is anxious to see you.”

Yuna turned on her heel taking off down the street for the second time that evening, but Hoseok was faster than Jungkook, quickly gaining on her.

Yuna shrieked as she was tackled to the ground, her head bouncing off the concrete leaving her dazed as Hoseok sat on top of her legs quickly zip tying her wrists together.

“I tried to do this nicely.” he huffed, standing up and throwing her over his shoulder. “You’re the one that wanted to be difficult.

“Ah, shit.” Hoseok cursed as he tossed her into the back seat of the car taking note of the trickle of blood seeping down from her hairline. “Kid’s gonna kill me.” He grumbled as he propped her up and buckled her seat belt, initiating the child lock on the belt to keep her pressed back against the seat despite her dazed state and bound hands. “Sit tight. Okay?”

“Fuck you.” she slurred, glaring at him as her head lolled against the seat.

“No can do. Don’t think JK would like that, kiddo.”

“Fuck him too.”

Hoseok smiled at her sweetly. “Oh. You will.”

----

“Shit, Hoseok. What did you do? Body slam her?” Jin asked as Hoseok set her on the sofa. “She’s half your fucking size. Look at her! She’s tiny! How much trouble could she possibly be?”

“She’s a runner.” He shrugged, stepping back to allow Jin to look her over. “And she’s quick. Managed to evade, Kook.”

Jin sighed, shooting the younger man an exasperated look, before smiling at Yuna. “Hey, sweet girl. Can I take a look at that cut?” she recoiled, pushing herself back against the sofa in an attempt to get away from him. “I’ll be gentle, but we need to clean that up. Okay?”

She glared, debating whether or not she should let him, but her head hurt and the feeling of dried and crusting blood on her temple was uncomfortable and itchy. So she nodded, and let Jin come closer and start to clean off the wound.

“You won’t need stitches. Thank goodness. But you need to keep it clean.”

“Why am I here?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to go home. Please, I won’t tell anyone.”

Jin smiled kindly. “I’m afraid we can’t do that, sweet girl. Can you follow my finger please?” he asked, humming to himself as he tried to assess if she had any further damage caused by the blow to her head. “Okay. Now I’m going to shine a light in your eyes, okay?”

“Please.” she whimpered, trying desperately to make him see her plight, to make him understand, to help her.

Jin ignored her, shining the light in her eye anyway. “I can’t say for certain without a CT, but I’m pretty sure she’s got a mild concussion.”

“Kook has had plenty of those.” Hoseok snorted. “I’m sure he can handle it.”

“He’s gonna come for your balls when he sees she’s injured.” Jin side eyed him, getting up from the sofa.

“Which is why I won’t be here when he gets back.” Hoseok grinned, backing away. “Have fun with that one, hyung.”

“Fucking bunch of brats.” he muttered under his breath. With a deep sigh, he turned his attention back to her. “Let’s get you settled in so you can get some rest. Okay, sweet girl?”

“I just want to go home.” she whimpered, shrinking away from him again.

“I know, but it won’t be so bad here.” gently, but firmly, he pulled her up from the sofa, dragging her deeper into the house towards what turned out to be a bedroom.

“You get cleaned up,” he began, cutting the zip ties off her wrists. “And I’ll see if I can find you something to wear. Kid’s got a million sweatshirts.” he pushed her into the adjoining bathroom keeping an eye on the door as he went to find her something to change into. “Go on.” he encouraged, looking back to find her still standing there looking lost. “And don’t get that cut wet!”

Slowly, she made her way into the bathroom. There was no lock on the door, and there was nothing she could jam up against the door to keep someone from getting in. She could see Jin outside, searching through the closet, and she knew she didn’t have much time to find an escape route if there even was one.

Silently as she could, Yuna crept out of the bathroom, keeping an eye on Jin to make sure he wasn’t looking at her, and once she’d reached the door to the bedroom, she booked it down the hall.

“Shit.” Jin cursed from behind her, finally noticing her flight.

She didn’t get far before she found herself running face first into someone's chest.

Arms wrapped around her waist to steady her, keeping her trapped as she squirmed against it.

“Bunny?” Jungkook asked, looking down at her worriedly, taking in everything from her bedraggled appearance and the bandage on her forehead to the red lines on her wrists. “What happened?” he asked, looking over her head to Jin who was standing several feet away watching them.

“Hoseok decided the best course of action was to tackle her. She has a mild concussion and a cut on her forehead, but she’ll be okay.”

Jungkook’s eyes flew to meet hers again, a little frown distorting his features. “Are you okay, bunny?” She squirmed, pushing against him in an attempt to break his hold. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re okay.” he shushed her, trying his best to keep her still, keep her from hurting herself while she did her best to get away though it felt like pushing against a brick wall.

“She needs to get some rest.” Jin announced. “I can give her a mild sedative to keep her calm, something for the anxiety, but I don’t want to give her anything stronger when she’s got a head wound.”

Jungkook looked torn, but seeing how worked up Yuna was as she struggled in his arms, he nodded. “Alright.” His agreement only made her fight harder against his hold, clawing at him as he lifted her off her feet and up over her shoulder, taking her back to the bedroom.

Gently, he set her down on the bed, getting in behind her to keep her still with his arms snaked around her middle and his legs wrapped over hers to keep her from thrashing.

“You have to stay calm, bunny.” he murmured into her hair, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms despite the situation. “You have to rest so you can get better.”

“I want to go home!” she wailed, thrashing more violently in his grip.

“Jin?” he looked to his hyung, slightly panicked. He knew she was frightened, but he hadn’t been prepared for tears. He hadn’t been prepared to restrain her like some sort of villain. He didn’t want to hurt her after all.

“Okay, maybe something a little stronger than planned.” Jin muttered more to himself than to either Jungkook or Yuna. “Okay, sweet girl.” he smiled, approaching her with a syringe and motioning for Jungkook to hold her arm out. “This is going to make you feel better. Okay?”

“Stay away from me!” she screamed, eyes wild, as Jin slipped the needle into the soft flesh at the crook of her elbow.

“She’ll calm down in a few minutes, but she might be a little out of it.” Jin warned, getting ready to leave. “You know the concussion protocol. Call me if she gets worse, okay?”

“Thank you, hyung. I’ll take care of her.” he promised, letting his grip loosen as she started to go limp in his hold, lolling against his chest.

“And, Jungkook.” Jin called over his shoulder. “Try not to break this one.”

Jungkook shot the doctor a glare at the barb but quickly turned his attention back Yuna.

“Okay, bunny.” he sighed, smiling down at her reassuringly. “Let’s get you into something more comfortable, and then we can put on a movie. How does that sound?”

“Don’t wanna.” she whined, still crying, though not wailing and thrashing now.

She felt fuzzy, hazy in a way she wasn’t used to as though she wasn’t quite in her body anymore but floating above it.

“Don’t want to what, bunny?” he asked, slipping out from behind her and going to grab a sweatshirt and some pajama pants for her.

“Wanna go home.”

He winced, his grip tightening on the clothes. “I know, bunny, but you are home now. This is your home. Arms up for me, bunny.” he maneuvered her gently so that he could slip off her sweatshirt, dotted with blood and slip a clean one over her head, helping her get her arms into the arm holes despite her soft whines and protests.

“Gotta take your jeans off too.” he apologized, fumbling with the button to her jeans as she tried to push him away, her movements clumsy and slow. “I’m sorry, bunny, but they’re not going to be comfortable to sleep in. I have some pants for you right here.” he promised as he slipped her pants down her legs. “Here you go, sweetheart.” he cooed as he helped her slide the pajama pants up her legs, internally gushing about how cute she looked in his clothes.

The pants were too long for her, and he had to roll the hems up a few times so her feet wouldn’t get caught up in the extra length, but the waistband fit well enough. The sweatshirt was too big as well, the sleeves extending down at least an inch past her hands if not more. She looked comfortable, cozy, and his.

“All done,” he announced, brushing a stray piece of hair away from her face. “Why don’t I put on a movie, hmmm?”

“No.” she protested, trying to push off the bed despite the fact that her limbs felt heavy and unwieldy.

“Hey.” he spoke, softly, not wanting to frighten her further. “You have to be careful. Jin gave you something a little strong to help you relax. What do you need, bunny? I’ll get it for you.”

“Don’t wanna be here.” she slurred, still trying to get off the bed.

“Okay. okay.” he scooped her up, eliciting a little ‘eep’ from her as she clung to his shirt for stability, her head spinning at the sudden movement. “Here you go, bunny.” he grinned, setting her down on the sofa, proud of himself for fixing the situation, if only slightly. “Stay here, and I’ll be right back.” he ordered, leaving her confused and hazy on the sofa as he ran off to do god knows what.

He returned several minutes later with his arms laden with blankets and pillows, carefully arranging them around her to make a sort of pillow fort on the couch. It was oddly cozy, she noted through her cotton stuffed haze.

“There!” he announced proudly when he was done, flashing her a bright grin. “All done!”

He settled into the fort with her, gathering her into his arms despite her weak protests, and turning on a movie that neither of them were really paying attention to.

Eventually, she stopped trying to wiggle away from him, giving into the exhaustion and the hazy feeling the drug brought on, and leaned against him, completely dead to the world.

Jungkook was enjoying the feel of her in his arms, so soft and warm, all plush curves to his hard edges. He wished she was there of her own free will, but at least she was there. They could work on the rest later.

“We’re a little broken, aren’t we? This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair as she slept. “But that’s okay. I’ll put us back together again. I promise.”

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sc!jungkook you’re having surgery while i’m pregnant? are you fucking insane? what if i need your help with something but you can’t because you’re recovering? you wanna end up like tc? do you really? fucking careless. i want neither of them.

“O-Oh yn… you’re like seven months pregnant now- I’ll recover in no time- it’s a small surgery- I’ll always be there for you sweetheart please don’t leave me.”

#ask: sc!jungkook #☠️😭

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 24: Cosmos

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst

WC: 6.8k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, anxiety attack, past verbal and physical abuse,

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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Jungkook watches anxiously as the paramedics crouch next to you and ask you different questions.

Another paramedic comes over to Jungkook, "You were here when it happened?" He asks kindly.

Jungkook nods, his eyes still trained on you.

"Can you answer some questions for me, sir?"

Jungkook nods again, numbly.

"Can you please explain to me what happened before you called?"

Jungkook finally drags his eyes away from your small form sitting in the grass, surrounded by paramedics.

"We were just sitting here, eating ice cream...She was fine one second, then the next she wasn't answering me," Jungkook swallows thickly, "I waved my hand in front of her face but she didn't react. I- I called to her a few times, but it was like she was in some kind of trance."

The paramedic nods, encouraging Jungkook to continue.

"I um- I ran to get help. I panicked and didn't even think to call an ambulance," Jungkook sighs, frustrated with himself, "That man," He points at the nurse, "He's a nurse. He uh- he came back with me, and she snapped out of it. But her words were slurring, and she seemed really confused."

Jungkook bites his lip as the paramedic finishes writing stuff down, then he thanks Jungkook and goes to help his coworker get the stretcher.

He immediately looks back at you to see you looking at him.

You smile at him, but he can see the anxiety in your eyes from there.

Jungkook walks forward, slipping around the paramedics until he can crouch next to you, "Hey, sweetpea."

You hold out your hand and he takes it.

"I'm sc-scared."

"I know," Jungkook says softly, "But you're gonna be fine. You're a tough cookie," Jungkook says as he boops your nose with his.

You smile at him shyly, but it still doesn't quite reach your eyes.

One of the paramedics comes over then, "Alright, ____. We're going to bring you to the hospital, just to make sure everything is okay."

You nod, but Jungkook can feel your hand shaking.

He leans forward and rests his forehead against your temple, "You're okay, ____. Look at you, special enough to ride in an ambulance."

You giggle at his words, your nerves lessening slightly.

"C-Can you come w-with me?"

Jungkook sighs, "I don't think they'll let me in the ambulance with you, but I'll be there when you get to the hospital, ok?"

You pout but nod, knowing he'll keep his promise.

You see them wheeling the stretcher over and you sigh, embarrassed that Jungkook is seeing you like this. Two of the paramedics come over and easily lift you onto the stretcher like you weigh no more than a feather.

You fold your hands in your lap politely, making Jungkook's heart burst.

He waves at you as they lift the stretcher into the ambulance.

You wave back cutely, looking so small next to the paramedics.

Jungkook sighs when you pout as they shut the doors.

The driver walks over to Jungkook, "You can follow us to the hospital, it isn't far."

Jungkook nods, "Alright, thank you."

Then he hurries to his car so that he can pull out after them.

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As he promised, Jungkook is right there when they wheel you into the emergency room.

He walks next to you as they bring you to a room, "How was the ambulance ride?"

You sigh, "It w-was thrilling."

Jungkook chuckles at that, "Sounds like it."

They get you to a room and hook you up with an IV, Jungkook holds your hand during that, then they take your vitals.

Jungkook sits in the chair next to your bed the whole time.

"The doctor will be in shortly," The nurse tells you before leaving and shutting the door.

Jungkook looks around the room, "Hm, pretty nice for a hospital."

You roll your eyes playfully, "It's h-hideous."

Jungkook chuckles. "You're right, it sucks."

You sigh and mess with your hands, "I'm s-sorry, I ruined our d-d-day..."

Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes, but you aren't looking at him, your gaze is locked on your hands.

"____, look at me."

You look over at him.

"Yeah, you scared the crap out of me, but you didn't ruin anything. It's not like you suddenly decided to blank out and need an ambulance. I'm just so fucking relieved that you're okay. Nothing matters except for the fact that you're okay, do you understand that?"

You nod slowly, dragging your eyes away from him.

Jungkook scoots his chair closer and grabs your hand, "Hey, we're still together, aren't we? So what that we're in a hospital room? You're okay and we're together."

You nod again, your eyes watery.

"Look at me," Jungkook says softly.

You force yourself to look at him and see him smile gently at you.

He squeezes your hand comfortingly, "I'll buy you a new skirt."

That finally gets a real laugh out of you and it makes his heart soar.

You look down at your skirt, "I c-can't believe I ruined i-it."

Jungkook rubs his thumb along the back of your hand, "Where did you buy it?"

"O-Online," You pout.

Jungkook nods thoughtfully, then he realizes something, and his eyes widen, "Oh shit, I should tell Jimin."

You look at him with wide eyes, "Oh y-yeah, he'll be s-so worried," Your brows furrow.

Jungkook gives your hand another squeeze then reaches into his pocket to get his phone.

"Can I have his number? It's probably best for me to have it anyway, just in case."

You tell him his number and Jungkook is about to call when there's a knock on the door and the doctor comes in.

"Hello, you must be ____."

You nod and shake the doctor's hand, then he turns to Jungkook, "And you are?"

"Oh, Jungkook," He shakes the man's outstretched hand and returns the smile.

"Well, ____. We're going to run some tests and see if we can figure some stuff out for you, sound good?"

You nod, wishing you were anywhere but here.

You hate hospitals.

Then he turns to Jungkook, "It shouldn't take long, but I'm going to have to have you wait here."

"I understand," Jungkook says, but his chest tightens when he feels you grab his hand with both of your own. You're holding him so tightly; he knows you're anxious.

You look at him with wide eyes, "I d-don't wanna," You whisper, "N-Not without y-you."

Jungkook crouches and brushes your hair from your face, "Hey, you're gonna be okay. I'll be right here, and you'll be done before you know it-"

"No," You whine tearfully, "Th-They're gonna p-put me in that machine, I d-don't like it."

Jungkook sighs, then he looks up at the doctor, "Is it possible for you to play some music when she's getting the scan done?"

The doctor nods with a smile, "Of course, we can certainly do that," Then the doctor turns to you, "I know it can feel scary and be a bit cramped, but we can play whatever you'd like and if you tell us to stop the scan, we'll stop until you feel better. How does that sound?"

You bite your lip and nod glumly.

Jungkook smiles at you, "See? No biggie. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Y-You'll be right here?"

"I won't move an inch from this seat," Jungkook promises as he points at the chair behind him.

Another nurse comes in and helps you out of the bed and into a wheelchair.

You're perfectly conscious but they want to use it as a precaution in case something were to happen.

Jungkook waves at you as they wheel you out.

When they shut the door, Jungkook sighs and puts his head in his hands.

He wishes he could take this all away for you.

After a minute of collecting himself, Jungkook calls Jimin.

It rings a few times, then Jimin's chipper voice comes through the phone, "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Jungkook."

"Oh, hi! How's it going?"

"Not the best," Jungkook mumbles anxiously.

"What happened?" Jimin is instantly dead serious.

"We're at the hospital-"

"What? Why? Is ____ okay? Let me talk to her-"

"She's not with me right now," Jungkook sighs, "She's getting some scans done. They think she might have had an absence seizure."

It's silent for a minute, then Jimin whispers, "Oh hell. Is she okay? Did she hit her head?"

"She seems to be doing fine, she didn't hit her head or anything. She's acting normal now," Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Thank goodness for that at least...” Jimin sighs deeply, “Thank you for calling me, Jungkook, it means a lot."

"Of course."

"When you can, can you have her call me?"

"Sure."

Jimin thanks Jungkook again, then they hang up.

Jungkook sits in the chair with his head in his hands for a few more minutes, then he startles when a nurse comes in.

It's an older woman with short black hair and a look of concern on her face.

Jungkook is on his feet in an instant, "Is she okay?"

She nods, "She's fine, sorry to have scared you. She's just having a hard time and we thought maybe if you came in for a minute you could help her calm down."

Jungkook nods and follows the nurse to a room where there's a giant cylindrical machine and you're lying on a bed at the opening, your hands over your face as you cry.

Jungkook rushes over and crouches down, taking your hands from your face gently, "Hey, hey. I'm right here."

You shoot up and wrap your arms around his neck, "I can't do it, I'm so-sorry, I c-c-c-can't. I don't like i-it!"

Jungkook sits on the edge of the little bed, "Hey," He whispers softly, "It's going to take less than five minutes, and then you’re all done. You've got this, ____."

You're shaking in his arms.

He would carry you out of here right now if he could, but he can't. You need to get this done, there's no choice.

"I c-can't," You mumble against his shoulder.

Jungkook pulls away enough to see your face, "Look at me, pretty girl."

You do as he says, your cheeks reddening at his words.

"What scares you the most?"

"It f-feels cr-cramped and I get p-panicky when I can't move," You pout.

Jungkook thinks for a minute, then an idea comes to him.

It might not work but it's worth a shot.

"Ok, this next time they put you in there, I want you to do something for me."

You nod hesitantly, "O-Ok."

Jungkook wipes your tears away, "I want you to pretend like you're a butterfly."

"Hm?" You look at him in confusion.

"Pretend like you're a beautiful butterfly that's about to break free from its cocoon."

You look thoughtful for a moment, then you look back into his eyes, "Ok, I can d-d-do that."

Jungkook kisses the tip of your nose, "That's my girl."

When your tears are all wiped away, they get you ready to try again.

Jungkook has to step out of the room, but he knows you can do it.

You'll be fine.

A few minutes later, the door opens and Jungkook sees you being wheeled out in the wheelchair.

You have a huge grin on your face and give him a thumbs up.

Jungkook high-fives you, "I knew you could do it."

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About two hours after getting there, you and Jungkook are sitting in his car in the hospital parking lot.

You called Jimin already and spoke to him about what the doctors told you.

They do believe you had an absence seizure due to your brain injury four years ago. Jungkook had asked why you never had one before and they told you that in some cases, seizures can start years after an accident.

They gave you some medications to take daily to help with the seizures.

They also told you it was good that the ambulance was called since it was your first seizure. You'll probably have more, but unless it lasts for five minutes or longer or it happens several times five minutes or less apart, then you wouldn't need to call an ambulance.

They told Jungkook what to do if you were to have another seizure, so he's prepared, then Jungkook passed the information on to Jimin when you called him.

Now you and Jungkook are sitting in his car, not speaking a word.

"I'm s-sorry," You whisper eventually.

Jungkook takes your hand gently, "Please don't say that."

You look at him, "I'm j-just a burden. W-Why should anyone h-h-have to walk on eggshells around m-me because I'm a w-walking disaster?"

Jungkook sighs, "____-"

"It isn't f-fair to you," You say tearfully, looking away and pulling your hand from his.

"So, it's fair to you? I should complain because the girl I like is probably going to have regular seizures and I'm going to help her when I can? It doesn't matter that she's suffering from it, and I am in perfect health and take it for granted?"

You look at him, a tear slipping down your cheek.

"I d-don't want you to-to feel responsible f-for me," You whisper.

"I decide what I want to do," Jungkook says seriously, "If I didn't want to be a part of it, I would be long gone."

You chuckle bitterly and look out the window, "N-No you wouldn't. You're too n-n-nice."

Jungkook sighs, "Can you just believe me? Look at me."

You look at him, forcing yourself not to look away, as much as you want to.

"What could I say or do to make you believe me?"

You shrug.

Jungkook feels his stomach turn.

You're shutting him out.

He can tell.

Jungkook turns to look out his window, willing himself to stay composed and not cry.

Don't fucking cry, you wuss.

"Please don't shut me out," He whispers.

You sigh and put your hands over your face.

This isn't what today was supposed to be.

Of course, you ruined it.

You always ruin everything.

If you weren't so messed up, this wouldn't happen.

"We sh-should get my st-stuff from your p-place."

Jungkook bites his lip at your words, then he buckles up and turns the car on, putting it in gear and pulling out of the parking spot without a word.

The ride to his place is silent.

Uncomfortably so.

You get there and hop out of the car, then you follow him inside and up to his door, still nothing being said between you two.

Jungkook continuously fights the urge to grab your hand, fearful that something is going to happen again.

But you seem to be okay.

For now.

He unlocks the door and you both go inside, slipping your shoes off as he shuts the door.

"Are you hungry?" Jungkook finally asks quietly.

You shake your head, "I'm f-fine."

Then you walk over to start gathering all of your things.

It's been a week since you've been here, why does it feel like so much longer?

Jungkook sighs as he watches you.

He knows you.

You're hungry.

You're just acting like this because you're upset.

"Well, I'm going to make something."

Jungkook moves to the kitchen to cook some ramen while you bring your stuffed animals to the door and grab your bathroom stuff.

While the noodles are cooking, Jungkook helps you pack up and move your stuff to the door.

You go to the bathroom to grab your feminine products, but Jungkook takes your arm gently to stop you, "You can leave them."

"Huh?"

A blush spreads up Jungkook's neck to his cheeks, "I mean- you have more, right? I just thought you could leave those here. In case you ever need them when you're over here."

You can't help it, butterflies erupt in your tummy, "O-Ok," You say in a small voice.

You're stuck looking into Jungkook's eyes, neither of you moving.

Then the timer goes off for the noodles and you both look away, blushing.

"You sure you don't want some food?" Jungkook asks again.

You hesitate, "Uhm, I g-guess I'll have some..."

His back is turned to you as he smiles, finishing up the ramen.

He knew you were hungry.

You sit at the table and eat the ramen, both of you having a hard time looking at the other.

Ugh, what's happening to you?

It's like you're starting all over again and it's frustrating you.

You don't want to be stuck. You want to move forward with Jungkook, become better people, together.

But it seems like something always comes between you two.

You can tell Jungkook is frustrated too, with the way he picks at his food and barely eats anything.

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Jungkook puts the car in park in front of Jimin's condo.

Both of you sit there, neither one making a move to get out.

You look over at Jungkook to see him biting his lip, his eyes locked on the steering wheel.

"Are y-you okay?" You whisper.

Jungkook looks over at you, then he chuckles sadly, "You're asking if I'm okay? Are you okay?"

You nod, "I f-feel fine."

Jungkook nods and looks out the front window, "...____?"

"Hm?"

Jungkook sighs, hanging his head.

Why can't he just say what he wants to say? Why does it have to be so complicated?

"I just-"

You watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose, "Fuck."

Suddenly you feel bad.

You haven't really treated him very well since the hospital.

He's done everything he can to try and make you feel better, and you've just continually shut him down.

He doesn't deserve that.

You open your mouth to apologize, but Jungkook starts speaking before you can, his gaze still on his lap.

"I just want you to be happy."

Your heart breaks at the vulnerability in his voice.

Jungkook looks at you, "I'll do whatever I can to make you happy, but I need you to be honest with me. Tell me when you're not okay, tell me why. Tell me if I upset you and how to fix it," His eyes are full of desperation, "Please communicate with me. I promise to do the same. The last time I didn't communicate with you I hurt you, and I never want that to happen again. It won't happen again."

Tears pool in your eyes at his words.

"I'm s-sorry, Jungkook. I sh-shouldn't have shut you out today. I w-was being childish."

Jungkook smiles sadly at you, "I think we both were."

You let him take your hand and watch as he brings it to his lips and kisses the back of it gently. Then he whispers, his lips still brushing against your hand, "You are worth so much, please don't ever think otherwise. I feel lucky that you trust me with taking care of you."

You smile genuinely at him, then you lean over the console, resting your elbow on it, your face mere inches from his own.

"I pr-promise to communicate w-with you."

Jungkook smiles, his eyes scrunching up cutely.

"Me too."

Jungkook leans forward slowly, and you think he's about to kiss you, your stomach full of butterflies, but he just touches his nose against your nose, then rests his forehead on yours.

"You're gonna be the death of me," Jungkook whispers.

His low voice makes a shudder run through you.

It seems like he's really about to kiss you this time, but suddenly he moves back, his gaze looking behind you.

You turn to see Jimin running out of the condo in his slippers, frantically waving his hands.

You laugh and hear Jungkook's deep chuckle as Jimin sprints to the car door. You open the door and Jimin grabs your hands, "Are you okay?"

You laugh again, "I'm f-fine."

"You're not! You-" Jimin's eyes are wide and tearful, "I'm so glad you're safe."

Jungkook smiles at Jimin when the older boy looks at him, "Thank you, Jungkook."

He nods, "Of course."

"We should get you inside," Jimin mumbles anxiously, "Let's go."

He helps you out of the car, "Jungkook and I can get your stuff, you need to go and sit on the couch."

You look at Jungkook, who nods with a smile.

"Ok," You turn and head inside.

"Anything happen since the hospital?" Jimin asks as Jungkook unloads your stuff from the back seat.

Jungkook shakes his head, "No, she's acting normal, apart from feeling guilty."

Jimin frowns and takes the giant octopus and teddy bear that Jungkook hands him. Jungkook grabs your starfish, bathroom bag, and suitcase, then he follows Jimin inside.

When they come in and see you sitting on the couch, you lock eyes with Jungkook.

He smiles softly at you.

You look away and cup your hot cheeks.

Ah, why do you always feel so giddy around him??

It's driving you crazy.

You're not sure if you'll ever be able to be in his presence and not have butterflies.

Pull yourself together, ____.

"Would you like to stay? We can have dinner together in a few hours," Jimin suggests as they make their way to sit next to you on the couch.

Jungkook nods, "Sure, thanks."

You smile at that, excited that you get to be with two of your favorite people.

If only Mina was here...

Just then, Jungkook's phone rings.

He pulls it out of his pocket, and you see a frown of concern on his face before he brings the phone to his ear, "Hello?"

"Hey, babe. I'm home~"

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Tae's attempt at flirting, then his words sink in and Jungkook's breath gets caught in his throat.

Fucking hell, was he really that lucky?

He got your stuff and you out of there in the niche of time.

Shit.

"Oh, you're early..."

"Yeah, I was able to finish sooner than I thought. You don't sound very happy.."

Jungkook can practically hear the pout through the phone.

"Where are you anyway?" Tae asks.

"I'm...out."

"No shit, sherlock. I thought we could go out to eat or something. Are you busy?"

"Kind of..."

"With what? Another hit?"

Jungkook swallows thickly, "Uhm, actually I'm not. I'll be there soon."

"Cool, see you soon."

"Bye," Jungkook hangs up and looks at you and Jimin apologetically, "Sorry, my friend got home earlier than I thought he would. He needs me to uhm... Let him in."

Fuck, it's just one lie after another these days.

"That's fine, does he want to join us for dinner?" Jimin offers kindly.

Jungkook shakes his head, "Probably not. He's uh-"

"He's r-really shy a-a-around people," You chirp.

Jungkook looks at you.

How the hell do you remember all this?

That was a silly white lie he told you forever ago.

"Uh, yeah."

Jimin smiles in understanding, "Well, maybe another time!"

Jungkook stands up reluctantly and says goodbye to Jimin as you follow him to the door.

You step out onto the porch with him.

"Don't f-feel bad," You say sweetly, "We c-can have dinner another t-time."

Jungkook nods, but his gaze is still on the ground. Then he takes your hand, holding it in his larger one as he looks at you.

"Are you going to be okay?"

You giggle and nod, "Mhm, I'm f-fine. If anything happens, I'll t-t-tell Jimin to c-call you."

Jungkook hates this.

He hates everything about this.

It's hard enough to leave you as it is, but now that you could potentially have another seizure at any minute, he's about a thousand times more stressed.

When you see him biting his lip in frustration, you walk closer to him, dropping his hand to stand on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around his neck.

Jungkook's face heats up at the proximity.

"Wha-"

You hush him up with a soft kiss on his lips.

His arms instinctively wrap around you, his hands landing on your lower back and pulling you in close.

Jungkook feels like he's melting as you kiss his lips again and then peck the little mole under his lip.

"I've a-always wanted to k-kiss your cute mole," You say sweetly, your nose and eyes scrunched as you smile.

Jungkook lifts one of his hands and caresses your cheek, "You're the cutest thing to ever exist."

You giggle, "That's n-not true."

"It really is."

He can't believe he hurt you, and that you forgave him and gave him a second chance.

He doesn't deserve you.

"W-What's on your m-mind?" You whisper when you see the faraway look in his eyes.

Jungkook focuses back on you as a shy smile spreads on his face, "You."

You smile and look down, "Oh."

Then you look at him, your eyes wide, "You sh-should go let your fr-friend in! He's waiting!"

Jungkook shrugs, "He's fine, he'll live without me for a few more minutes."

"Oh? A f-few minutes to do wh-what?" You ask cheekily.

Jungkook pulls you in closer until your body is pressed against his as he smirks, "To kiss you, of course."

You shake your head with a laugh, "You're s-silly."

"I'm dead serious actually."

You bop him on the nose with your finger before he gets closer to your face, "You are n-not going to-to leave poor Tae stranded outs-side so you can kiss me."

Jungkook comes even closer, "Watch me," He whispers against your lips.

Just as he presses his lips fully to yours, the front door opens.

You both jump away and look at Jimin with red faces.

He's standing in the doorway awkwardly, "Oh, sorry. I uh- I got worried, I thought ____ might have collapsed or something."

"I'm all g-good!" You squeak, your voice breaking.

"I can see that...now," Jimin has a small smirk on his face as he glances at Jungkook.

The younger man takes your hand and squeezes it, "I'm gonna head out. See you later, sweetpea. Bye Jimin!"

Then he's gone.

Jimin leans against the door frame, his arms crossed and a teasing smile on his face when you turn around.

"W-What?" You ask.

"Sweetpea?"

You look down and move past him to get inside, heading for the couch.

Jimin follows you in and locks the door.

You see him still smirking at you as he walks over to the couch.

"It's cute," Jimin says teasingly.

"Sh-Shut up," You mumble, annoyed that Jungkook gets out of it by running off to his car and now you have to deal with Jimin prying you for more information.

Jimin laughs as he sits next to you, "I'm being serious, it's actually really cute. I don't hear that used a lot. What made him start calling you that?"

You shrug with a grumpy look on your face, "I don't know, h-how about you c-corner Jungkook and as-ask him yourself?"

Jimin laughs again, "Someone is grumpy."

You sigh and put your face in your hands, "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to b-be grumpy. I'm just em-embarrassed."

Jimin smiles and pats you on the head, "I would be too if you caught me locking lips with some girl on the porch."

You groan and stuff your face into one of the couch pillows.

He isn't going to let you live this down.

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Jungkook hurries up the steps and to his apartment.

He opens the door and walks in to see Tae spread on the couch lazily.

"Heyyy! My favorite partner in crime," Tae smirks when he sees Jungkook.

"Hey," Jungkook says shortly.

Tae ignores his attitude and stands up, "I saw there was food in the fridge, but I'm really craving some sushi right now."

Jungkook nods, trying to steady his breathing, "Sushi sounds good. Should we go out or order in?"

Tae rubs his chin, "I was gonna say let's go out...but now I'm tempted to say we order in..."

Jungkook watches him silently for a minute while he thinks.

"Meh, let's go out. I haven't gone out with you in forever."

Jungkook nods, "Okay."

"I'm gonna get a quick shower though."

"Cool," Jungkook says as he moves to sit on his bed.

Tae disappears into the bathroom a moment later.

Jungkook lays on his bed, breathing deeply and trying to collect his thoughts.

Holy fucking shit that was close.

Tae literally almost saw your stuff or, heaven forbid, you.

Jungkook sighs and grabs his phone to open his text messages when he hears a bling.

A smile spreads on his face when he sees it's from you.

(duck emoji): jimin won't let it go :((

He chuckles, feeling a little bad for leaving you to deal with Jimin after he caught the two of you.

His face warms at the memory of you standing on your tippytoes and pecking his lips. Then his face gets even hotter when he remembers you sweetly kissing the mole under his lip.

He always hated that mole, but now...maybe it isn't so bad.

Another text comes in before he can respond.

(duck emoji): oh and another thing. he is now trying to figure out why you call me sweetpea. what have i done to deserve this T-T

Shit. Did he say that?

Did he call you sweetpea in front of Jimin?

That's fucking humiliating.

Jungkook bites his lip and texts a reply.

Sorry, it kind of slipped out. I'm sure he'll let it go eventually.

Your reply comes almost immediately.

(duck emoji): you don't know jimin.

Jungkook chuckles.

You're so fucking cute.

He types out a reply as he hears the shower turn on.

Sorry, sweetpea :(

His heart stutters in his chest when a little heart pops up, indicating that you loved his message.

Then your next message comes in.

(duck emoji): ok i forgive you, i can't be mad when you say that...<3

Shit.

Jungkook drops his phone and stuffs his face into the pillow on his bed.

He can't handle this.

It feels like he's a lovesick teenager with raging hormones.

Pull yourself together, idiot.

He takes a deep breath in through his nose to calm his nerves.

That was a bad idea.

Jungkook shoots up and stares at the pillow under him.

It smells like you.

Fuck.

It smells like your lotion.

Jungkook's cheeks heat up as he remembers that he's slept on the couch since you left a week ago. He didn't sleep in his bed in case you were to come back.

After a second, he leans down and sniffs it again.

Yup.

Yeah, that definitely smells like you.

He sits there for a minute, trying to figure out what to do with this information.

Jungkook bites his lip.

No.

Stupid.

He gets up and starts stripping the bed.

He isn't going to do it.

As much as he loves the smell of your lotion, he is not a freak and will not sleep in the same sheets that now smell like you.

He'd never let himself live that down.

He throws the blanket, sheets, and pillow into the laundry basket by his bed. Then he goes to the closet and grabs some fresh ones.

He mutters to himself as he sets the bed up.

It doesn't register in his brain when the shower turns off. He doesn't lose his focus until the bathroom door opens and Tae comes out, his hair dripping wet and a towel around his waist.

"What're you doing?" Tae asks.

"Oh, that- that was a quick shower," Jungkook says, straightening up.

"Yeahhh, I said it would be quick?" Tae gives Jungkook a weird look.

"Oh yeah. Anyway, how was it?"

What the fuck.

Why would he ask that question?

Tae smirks, "You wanna know how my shower was?"

Jungkook cringes.

"It was great, thanks, Kook."

Jungkook nods stupidly, "Uh, good..."

Tae laughs and shakes his head as he moves to get around Jungkook.

He grabs some sweats and changes into them while Jungkook finishes tidying up the bed.

"So, who were you hooking up with?"

Jungkook's stomach lurches at Tae's sudden assumption.

"H-Huh?"

Tae turns to face Jungkook, a t-shirt in his hand and the sweats hanging low on his hips.

"I asked who you were hooking up with, JK."

Jungkook swallows thickly, "What makes you think I was hooking up with someone?"

"I don't know," Tae says thoughtfully as he tosses the t-shirt on the couch, the muscles in his bare arms flexing as he runs his hands through his hair, "Maybe it was the hairpin I found in the bathroom. Maybe even the feminine products...?"

Oh shit.

He forgot to hide those...

"Or maybe," Tae steps closer to Jungkook, getting in his personal bubble, "Maybe it's the fact that your bed smells like a woman."

"How did-"

"Your bed was the first place I went," Tae chuckles, "I wanted to take a nap there. Much comfier than the couch, don't you think?"

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Oh come on, JK. Don't fuck around with me."

Jungkook keeps his ground as the older hitman gets increasingly closer until their noses are an inch apart.

"Why are you lying to me?" Tae whispers.

Jungkook glares at him, "Get the fuck out of my face."

Tae doesn't move, so Jungkook puts his hands on the other's wet chest and pushes him away, far enough so he can get a breath.

Suddenly, Tae bursts into laughter, confusing Jungkook.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Dude, I don't care that you're hooking up with someone! I just wanted the details ya know? Bro code, man," Tae winks and nudges Jungkook's shoulder.

A huge weight lifts off of the younger's shoulders.

Fucking hell.

"So, who is it?"

Jungkook scoffs, "Like hell, I'm telling you."

Just play along, Jungkook.

Tae frowns, "Dammit, JK."

"What?"

"It's that damn duck emoji girl isn't it?"

The silence that follows makes Tae let out a long groan.

"It's not," Jungkook says.

"Fucking liar."

Jungkook sighs, "Why the fuck do you care who I...hook up with?"

Those words taste foul in his mouth.

Tae chuckles bitterly, "I care because I don't want you falling for someone."

"Why? Want me all to yourself?" Jungkook sneers.

Tae barks out a laugh, "Damn, babe. You hit the nail right on the head."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "Are you ready to go? I thought we were getting sushi."

He moves to get his shoes as Tae grabs his t-shirt and pulls it over his head.

Jungkook pulls on his shoes, then freezes at Tae's next words.

"I care because I don't want you to get hurt."

Jungkook bites his lip at Tae's words.

"No one can hurt me, because I don't care about anyone," Jungkook lies through his teeth.

Tae nods as he moves to put his shoes on, "I hope that's true."

"You have nothing to worry about, I couldn't care less about her," Jungkook says as he opens the door and walks out.

When he gets to the car before Tae, he rests his hand on it, hanging his head as he takes a deep breath.

Those words made him physically ill to say.

He straightens up when Taehyung walks out the front door.

"Forgot your keys, dumbass," He calls to Jungkook, tossing the keys over to his friend.

Jungkook catches them and unlocks the car.

Just play it cool, Jungkook.

Play it cool.

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You're lying on the couch, trying to sleep.

But you can't.

Your brain won't stop going around and around in circles, and it's driving you crazy.

You can't stop thinking about him.

You've never felt like this before, not for anyone, not even for Jimin.

Heart thundering in your chest, you clutch Smiley to your chest, squishing the stuffed starfish. You squeeze your eyes shut and will your brain to just give you a break already.

After a few minutes, you sigh.

There's no way you're going to be able to sleep tonight. You keep thinking about the way he looks into your eyes and how his soft lips feel against yours-

No!

No.

Stop.

Stop it.

You stuff your face into Smiley, groaning.

Then your phone blings and you scramble to get it.

You open it to see a text from Jungkook.

Jungkook: Hey, you up?

You smile and type a reply.

yes :)

Jungkook: Can I call you?

Your heart picks up its pace.

Hooo, calm down.

of course! :))

A moment later, your phone starts ringing.

"H-Hello?"

"Hey," He whispers.

His voice is a bit gravelly like he's tired. It makes your heart clench.

"You s-sound sleepy," You whisper back.

Jungkook smiles, "I am a little sleepy yeah, but I wanted to hear your voice," He keeps his voice low so as not to wake Tae whose crashed on the couch.

You feel your cheeks heat up at that.

Jungkook's smile grows at your silence, he knows you must be flustered.

"Cute."

He hears you giggle, then he realizes he said that out loud.

Damn it.

"You're c-cute too," You say, holding Smiley in a death grip.

EEEK!

You can't believe you just said that!

Jungkook's heart races when you say those words.

He turns on his other side, the smile plastered on his face, "I'm not cute, I'm cool."

You laugh lightly, the sound making his chest feel light and fuzzy.

"Ok, m-mister softy."

Jungkook sighs in mock irritation, "I'm not a softy."

"Mhm," You say, your eyes finally starting to grow tired.

Apparently, all you needed was his voice to lull you to sleep.

"How are you feeling?" Jungkook asks softly.

"Sl-Sleepy, but I'm okay."

Jungkook frowns, "I'm sorry, am I keeping you up?"

You shake your head, then realize he can't see you.

"N-No, not at all. I couldn't sl-sleep, but your voice is re-relaxing me," You yawn.

Jungkook chuckles softly, "Really?"

"Mhm."

He can't get the dumb smile off of his face as he closes his eyes, "Well, then let me talk you to sleep."

Your tired giggle almost kills him.

"Please d-do."

It's silent for a minute, then Jungkook whispers, "What should I talk about?"

You giggle again, "Mm, tell m-me about your f-favorite mem-memory."

"Hm," Jungkook thinks hard.

Truthfully? A lot of his favorite memories have all been with you...but he can't say that or you'll ask why he doesn't have many from when he was younger that don’t bring back horrible feelings.

So he wracks his brain for something.

Anything.

Anything...

Ah.

Ok, this will work.

"Well, one time, Tae and I were playing in this big field by my house."

"H-How old were yo-you?"

"Uhm, probably about six years old? Tae was around seven or eight I think."

You smile at that.

You wonder what he looked like at that age.

You're sure he still had those huge doe eyes and you know he had his sweet little mole under his lip.

Jungkook continues then, "Well, Tae told me he wanted to show me something."

You hum to let him know you're listening.

"He took me to the big field and we wrestled for a bit," You can hear the fondness in his soft tone, "After I got bored, I begged him to show me what he had brought me out there for...He led me to a bush and showed me-..."

"Sh-Showed you what?" You ask quietly.

"Uhm," Maybe this wasn't the best story to bring up, "Uh, a bunch of raspberries, it was a raspberry bush."

You giggle softly, "That's c-cute."

"Yeah," Jungkook sighs internally.

"I really l-like that st-story," You sigh wistfully, "It m-makes me happy."

Jungkook smiles, "I'm glad."

"W-What else c-can you tell me?"

"Well, what do you want to know?"

You think for a moment, then you whisper, "How d-did you come up w-with th-that butterfly thing today?"

There's a sharp pain in his chest when you ask that.

He's silent for a minute.

"I just made it up on the spot."

You smile, "Well, it r-really helped me, th-thank you."

"Of course, I'm glad it made things better for you."

You're starting to drift off and he can tell.

"Sleepy?" He asks.

"Mhm."

"Go to sleep, ____"

"D-Don't hang up," You mumble.

"I won't," He breathes.

He hears your soft breaths and smiles tiredly as he starts to drift off himself.

"Jungk-kook?"

"Mm?"

"I l-like you, a l-lot. So m-much I ca-can't sleep," Your voice is barely audible, but he hears you and his heart pinches in his chest.

"I like you too," He assures you quietly, "Now, close your eyes, ____."

"Ok."

"Are they closed?"

"Mhm."

"Now take ten deep breaths for me, slowly."

He hears you breathing and rubs his tired eyes.

Once you're at five breaths, it slows even more.

He smiles tiredly, "____?"

You don't answer.

Jungkook chuckles, "Goodnight, sweetpea."

He hangs up and plugs his phone in, then he turns on his side and promptly falls asleep.

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"Over here, Kookie!"

Jungkook runs over as fast as his small legs can carry him.

"What is it?" He asks excitedly, crouching next to Tae as his best friend points at a bush.

"Right there," Tae whispers, his little finger pointing at a small cocoon.

"Oh," Jungkook breathes, "Is there a butterfly in there, TaeTae? Is there?"

Taehyung nods, his eyes bright, "Yes, Kookie. He'll come out soon."

"He will?" Jungkook asks, doe eyes wide, "He really will?"

Tae nods again, "Mhm, he really will."

They look at the cocoon for a little longer before Jungkook feels a hand on his shoulder.

Then Tae leans over and whispers something into his ear. Tae pulls back and smiles at the boy, waiting for an answer.

Jungkook nods slowly in response.

"Are you trying to piss me off, boy?"

Jungkook shakes his head frantically, "N-No, sir."

The man lashes out and grips Jungkook's arm tightly, making the small boy wince.

He drags the child through the house, into the spare room.

Jungkook swallows but keeps a brave front.

It'll only be worse if he cries.

His father flings the wardrobe open and shoves Jungkook inside, "You're lucky I didn't fuck your ass up, you useless shit."

Jungkook nods, tucking himself up as the man slams the doors shut and he hears the locks click.

Jungkook stares into the darkness with wide eyes, a single tear slipping down his cheek.

His little legs are curled up into his chest as he rocks back and forth.

Ignoring the hungry growls from his tummy, he wipes at his eyes.

He'll be out eventually.

The small boy sits in the cramped darkness and waits.

Then he remembers TaeTae's words, and a tearful smile appears on his face.

"If he ever puts you in there again, just pretend to be a butterfly, Jungkookie. A beautiful butterfly that is going to break free soon. You can do that for me, can't you?”

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a/n: I’m sorry it’s so short! next week will make up for it :)

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tokyokookmin · 2 years

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Is it just me that hope Jungkook would look so handsome even without makeup and don't wear baggy (big/old) clothes and not gay just like Taehyung?

¹ Because if he is, I wonder how popular he would be right now just like Tae. Taehyung is so popular even without doing anything, I mean, even just smiling at the camera, wink, flirt with fans, he will have someone that turn into his fans. He will gain thousands of followers and likes. Meanwhile, Jungkook, he has to perform first and work hard to show his talents or just be with Taehyung or Jimin to gain those😌😔

² I realized that his Stay Alive song achieved all of those recognition just because it's a work for BTS and so everyone give their support. But with Taehyung's Christmas Tree and Jin's Yours have achieved many records even it's a work outside of BTS. Means general public like it. How about Jungkook? When will he go outside of BTS' name? When will he create his own name?

³ Lastly, I hope he and Jimin would break up. I think fans are leaving him because now, they realized he is gay.😭 I am worried for him and his future.

When I was first reading your ask, in the beginning, I thought that you were probably a genuinely insecure anon until your last point. Damn, you people love to ruin a person's Friday.

Btw anon just wanted to let you know

1) Jk can wear whatever he wants to. Be it baggy or tight clothes. Jk stans are elated with whatever he desires to wear and just to let you know many of his stans are Genz's so when they say that they love his fashion it's because they really do. Jk, a billionaire doesn't need to obey your mandates, he is a fxcking individual.

2) Jk looks absolutely handsome without makeup. Like... DUH. His skin is clear & SUPER shiny = it's called natural beauty😽. Maybe it's time for you to look up some of his skincare tips, it might help you ( and probably your jealously LMFAO) Stan Jk for clear skin people!

3) "Jungkook, he has to perform first and work hard to show his talents or just be with Taehyung or Jimin to gain those😌😔"-

LMFAO anon. What on planet earth is this statement all about? NO. Just that will do it.

ANON! Jungkook has continuously proven to everyone that he is constantly breaking records and he certainly will continue to do so. Perhaps, you didn't keep tabs on his records of achievements. Sucks for you man... Maybe a few of these links will help you to know that jk doesn't need to live under his fellow brother's shade.

"You know what is extremely gratifying? To see not just Stay Alive but multiple Jungkook solo songs such as Still With You, Euphoria, Begin, My Time, songs that he also co-composed, his covers.. being so loved and appreciated worldwide. People admire him and his voice so much!" - said a fan. ( i don't want to waste my links and pics usage so I hope y'all can understand 😂 )

My faith in jungkookers will never fade.

4) "But with Taehyung's Christmas Tree and Jin's Yours have achieved many records even it's work outside of BTS. This means the general public like it. How about Jungkook? When will he go outside of BTS' name? When will he create his own name?"

YEPP, at this point, you surely are a jk hater. BUT NEVERMIND. Your fav girl, tokyokookmin is here to educate you more about the group and their solo achievements.

- DID YOU IGNORE OVER THE FACT THAT JK HAD A SONG CALLED "STILL WITH YOU"?????

Jungkook's self-composed & self-produced 'Still With You' holds the following records on SC

✨The Buzziest Drop with the Longest Reign at #1 in 2020

✨Fastest song to reach 1M streams

✨Fastest Song to achieve 1M Likes

✨Most Shared & Commented BTS song

- THE FACT THAT HE RELEASED PLENTY OF SONG COVERS AND BROKE RECORDS IMMEDIATELY?? Not to mention, even the original song listens skyrocketing?

JK'S FALLING BY HARRY STYLES COVER??

Like omg anon, you really need to get your facts checked real baddd.

5) "Lastly, I hope he and Jimin would break up. I think fans are leaving him because now, they realized he is gay.😭 I am worried for him and his future"s

Don't mind my language but FCK YOU ANON. Literally, these types of comments piss me off so badly but I don't care that much since these are the types of asks I get on a daily basis lol.

Reading the whole post, I think you must have realised how successful of an individual Jungkook is. From breaking records as a soloist, receiving sorts of names from the media and being loved by many. Hmm 🤔. Doesn't that make him great?

Being 'gay' doesn't matter anymore anon. This is the 21st century, not your caveman era lol. Your backwards thinking of being gay doesn't make you successful or a good human being SUCKS. Really anon, you're reacting as if you are one of those annoying aunties from facebook constantly loving to comment on the things that you dislike. You know what? Your thinking is unacceptable in the modern era. being GAY or not doesn't matter because we will still support him.

IT HURTS SEEING THIS BECAUSE I GREW UP WITH A GAY BESTIE WHO WAS CONSTANTLY SHAMED THROUGHOUT SCHOOL. (ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE AN ASIAN)

I love the fact that you said "I hope he and Jimin would break up". At least you noticed things lol. I'm sure their love will not fade by these silly comments lol. 4++ and still going super strong <3

✌ PEACE!

#jikook #bts #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #jimin x jungkook #bts army #park jimin #mingguk #minkook #JK #JM

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jessikahathaway · 3 years

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Baby Talk - Part II

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, medical procedures, pining (Like a stupid amount but what can ya do), Joon and Jin get protective, mentions of pregnancy symptoms. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 10.5k (I guess I'm committing to long chapters lol)

You’d hit the four week mark, and not much had happened yet.

Despite you feeling like your hormones were on a swing.

Jimin was bewildered when he came into the bathroom to find you crying on the floor. Trying to comfort you went downhill quickly because soon you were mad that he was joking around. Then you were crying again, apologizing for being so harsh.

Up and down and up and down.

But they never got mad at you. Never yelled at you and never ignored you. But you forced your emotions down deep into your heart. A place that would be locked and the key thrown away. Because you knew what was happening, and it simply couldn’t happen.

It was late and you could feel your stomach begging for something to eat. You’d gotten really hungry lately, no doubt your body trying to accommodate for the new life you were growing inside of you.

So, you hurried to the kitchen under the guise of night and made some rice and a little bit of stir fry. You put together everything, making sure not to make too much, and started cooking.

It was around three in the morning when you sat down at the table and ate your food, looking through your phone with a bored expression. Nothing interesting on social media and YouTube videos were only entertaining for so long. So, you ate your food and cleaned up before starting to head back towards your room.

Then, a large flash went off in the sky, causing you to jolt and look out into the city. Rain was pelting against the window, sounding sharp to your ears. It was a little intimidating.

Then the loud crash of thunder rang through the house.

You yelped at the noise, covering your ears in fear. You’d never particularly liked thunderstorms, but this one was coming in hot and aggressive. You pulled your hands away from your ears, just trying to focus on getting back to your room when another flash lit up the room. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you started to sweat.

Before you could think too much about it you were knocking on Jungkook and Jimin’s door. Another crash of thunder roared through the house and you swear you felt the floor shake. You whimpered in fear and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. Did they hear you? Or was the storm too loud? Should you go in? What if they weren’t decent?

Jimin had said you could go in if something was wrong...

But did being scared of a thunderstorm count?

FLASH.

BANG.

You couldn’t take it anymore and you burst through the door with tears in your eyes. Fear causing you to shake violently.

Jimin and Jungkook both bolted up in bed at the sound of the door slamming open, and were out of bed instantly at the sight of you shaking on the floor.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Jungkook’s worried voice echoed in your ear.

“She’s trembling,” Jimin said, rubbing your back.

“I-I I’m sc-”

FLASH.

BANG.

You cried and flung your arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face as you shook violently. Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock and a little bit of his own fear, but Jimin just took his hand and placed it on your head.

‘Comfort her,’ Jimin mouthed.

Jungkook nodded before rubbing your hip soothingly.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Is it the storm?” He asked, bringing his other hand to your shoulder.

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, keeping your face buried in Jungkook’s neck.

“It’s alright, Jimin and I got you. You’ll be safe,” Jungkook promised.

Jimin rubbed soothing circles onto your back as the two of them tried to ease your frantic heart. Both of them knowing it can’t be good for the baby. But, also, on you. The stress of carrying a baby was already a lot, the fear of this thunderstorm wasn’t a good addition.

Soon, you had cried yourself to sleep.

Jimin took you in his arms, picking you up and Jungkook followed after him as they headed for your room.

The couple laid you down in bed, brushing your face tenderly. Jungkook watched as Jimin covered you up, bringing the sheets right up under your chin. He smiled at the soft pout on your lips, he wondered if the baby would have your cute pout.

Jimin, moved your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear gently. When he was certain you were settled he took Jungkook’s hand and headed back to their bedroom.

“God, that scared the fuck out of me,” Jungkook said, sitting down on the side of the bed.

“Me too,” Jimin agreed, rubbing his face in exhaustion.

“Didn’t know she was that scared of storms, makes me want to beat up the sky for scaring her like that,” Jungkook said, frowning.

Jimin laughed lightly, but kissed his boyfriend lovingly. “I know you would if you could, or at the very least, sue it,” he snorted.

“Ooh, yeah, that could work,” Jungkook said.

“I’d never seen her like that, so vulnerable. She always puts up such a tough exterior,” Jimin said, biting his lip.

“Yeah, maybe it shows that she’s starting to trust us. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to live with two people who are kinda strangers to her,” Jungkook said, feeling awkward.

“Well, maybe we can fix that,” Jimin reasoned.

“What do you have in mind my stunningly attractive boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, leaning forward.

“Mmm, let’s take her shopping. Spoil her a bit, you’ve got more zeros in your bank account than I can count on all of my fingers. She’s gonna need maternity clothes anyways. Imagine her all dressed in Gucci and Prada while walking around pregnant with our baby,” Jimin said, appearing to be day dreaming himself.

“That would be... nice... To spoil her, show her we care about her well being and everything,” Jungkook nodded in agreement.

“Let’s do it,” Jimin said, gripping Jungkook’s hands.

“Okay, yeah!”

Unfortunately for the couple, you appeared to be hating every second of this shopping excursion.

“Y/N! Come on,” Jungkook said, walking with Jimin’s hand interlocked with his.

“Coming, coming,” you sighed, following after them.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a break?” Jimin asked, stopping to take a look at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, sleepy,” you grumbled.

The boys had effectively cut off your caffeine intake as of late, and it was showing. You were more exhausted than ever, just wanting to sleep the day away, but the two men wanting to hear nothing of it today. Normally they would’ve just let you sleep, but, today was a different story.

Jimin bit his lip and looked at Jungkook with concern.

You didn’t seem to be having fun at all.

What was the point in spoiling you if you were just gonna wind up pissed off at the end of it? But maybe you just hadn’t found something you wanted yet. Jimin didn’t want to lose faith so early on, but you really were in a grumpy mood today.

Jungkook pointed out several different kinds of stores, suggesting different ones and you merely told them that whatever they wanted was fine. Feeling defeated already, Jimin told Jungkook to pick a store and maybe you’d find something you wanted in there.

Soon, you were in some high end designer store, looking around with a bored expression on your face. Most girls loved when you spoiled them, wanting nothing more than to have free reign with a credit card and a whole shopping mall. But you looked so fragile and out of place in this big store.

Jungkook looked around and found some things he wanted, Jimin too, but you were still sitting on the bench, head in your hand and looking tired.

The couple looked at each other, wondering what in the world they could do to make you smile. All they wanted to do was spoil you, make you feel better...

“Are you two with the young lady over there,” the store attendant asked, pointing at you with genuine curiosity.

“Ah, yes, she’s with us,” Jimin confirmed.

“I take it she’s not really into the whole shopping experience,” the attendant said, and the couple nodded sadly.

“We just wanted to spoil her, take her out and get her stuff she wanted. But it looks like she’d rather die than be here right now,” Jungkook said, frowning.

“Well, what are some things that she likes?” The shop attendant asked.

“Books,” both of them said quickly.

The attendant laughed at them softly, nodding.

“My wife is a fan of books too, sometimes I wonder if she likes them more than me. But, you said you want to spoil her right? Tell her that, explain what you’re doing, sometimes that helps,” he offered.

Jimin nodded, looking over at your sleepy figure in the corner of the store.

“It’s worth a shot,” he said.

The pair thanked the shop attendant for his time and headed towards you.

You looked up and tried to give the couple a smile, but it looked awkward and forced, making them frown even more. Jungkook sat down next to you, and Jimin kneeled in front of you.

“Y/N, do you know why we forced you out of your blankety cocoon today?” Jimin asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“You said you wanted to take me shopping,” you said, gazing back at him.

“Exactly, we wanted to take you shopping. Not just shop for ourselves and drag you around. We want to spoil you, give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask and you can have it, Y/N, money isn’t an issue here,” Jimin said.

Biting your lip you felt yourself get uncomfortable. “I-I don’t really like being spoiled, you know? I um... It makes me feel weird,” you said, rubbing your neck.

“The last thing we wanted to do was make you upset,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“No I’m not upset I just feel awkward,” you explained.

“Oh, there’s no need to feel awkward Y/N, it’s just us,” Jimin reassured.

“People keep staring at us, like I’m some lame friend third wheeling on a date,” you sighed, rubbing your face.

Jimin and Jungkook both swallowed hard.

They hadn’t realized people were staring. But it would make sense, Jimin and Jungkook were known in the city and suddenly a girl is walking around with them? That did seem a bit odd. They were also regulars in this mall and no doubt the staff were looking too.

God, they had messed this whole day up.

“Oh Y/N, we’re sorry,” Jungkook said, pressing his hands to his face.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” You asked, turning to look at him with confusion.

“Not including you,” Jimin explained.

“There’s no need to include me-” you started when Jungkook cut you off quickly.

“Yes there is, you’re carrying our baby, we want you to feel comfortable and safe. Not ignored and shut out, that’s not fair to you,” he said, brushing his hair away from his face.

“Yeah, we want you to have whatever you want. As long as it isn’t unhealthy for you or the baby,” Jimin said.

“This isn’t about flexing or whatever on other people, this is about you. And what you want,” Jungkook said.

“Well,” you said, worrying your lip with your teeth.

“Yes?” Jimin said, leaning forward.

“It’s, well, I guess some new clothes wouldn’t be bad. I’ll need maternity stuff,” you told them.

“Yes! Absolutely! We can do that!” Jimin said, standing up and pulling you with him.

However, it was a little too fast for you, causing your head to spin. Jungkook was steadying you with his warm palms on your waist, Jimin keeping you upright with his hands around your wrists.

“Sorry Y/N! I-I wasn’t thinking and I got so excited, sorry,” Jimin frowned at himself.

“It’s alright,” you said, not wanting him to be upset over something that didn’t really matter.

“I need to be more gentle with you, you’re carrying our baby for Christ sakes,” Jimin huffed.

You nodded, noticing the stern look on Jimin’s face. Licking your dry lips, you looked down at your feet. You were only a month along so you couldn’t really see anything yet. But knowing there was a life inside of you made you feel a little flutter in your chest every time you thought about it.

However, you needed to get that under control.

This wasn’t your baby.

And that’s just how it was going to be.

Jimin and Jungkook had managed to drag you into a designer store for mothers apparently, because everything in here looked like it was worth a fortune. How were you supposed to pick something and wear it when you were afraid it was gonna get dirty? For fucksake you were almost certain they would be ruined by the end of this pregnancy.

“Ooh! Y/N, pink is your color,” Jimin smiled, holding up a rose colored blouse at you.

Looking down you saw small daisies printed on the shirt as well. It was cute, you had to give him that. You agreed to try it on, but only if he promised not to show you the price tag. Jimin nodded quickly.

Jungkook came around the corner, carrying a couple different articles of clothing. Mainly dresses, as they would be a comfortable and easy choice. But there were some skirts and blouses in his arms too. After finding the ones you liked the three of you were sent to the dressing rooms.

Jimin and Jungkook waited outside on the bench, demanding a fashion show from you. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say no before you headed in and tried on a couple of outfits.

You walked out and did a little spin every time, Jungkook and Jimin giving their opinions. Which were always small claps with whistles accompanying them.

Then you walked out in a shorter green sundress that you had managed to grab on the shelf without looking at the tag, thank God. It was green with splashes of turquoise and white that made your eyes pop beautifully. There was a cutout at the top that showed a little bit of cleavage but it wasn’t an insane amount. Nothing you thought anything of anyways.

It came to your knees, and it was generous with the room in it. No doubt when you were showing it would come up to your mid thigh. Fluffing your hair you walked out and smiled at the boys. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down your body. This was the first non maxi dress you’d tried on, even the skirts had been considerably modest. So, they were getting the first glimpse at your skin.

Jimin was stunned.

You were absolutely gorgeous. A vision.

Legs looking gorgeous and long, skirt fluttering around your knees but Jimin couldn’t help imagine you when you were showing a little more. Would it ride up higher? Clearing his throat he smiles at you.

“It looks really good, Y/N, I didn’t pick this one. Did you Kook?” Jimin said, turning to his boyfriend, who seemed to still be in a stupor.

“Jungkook?” You said, looking at the doe eyed man with a little bit of worry pinching your features.

“Yes? No, it-you look amazing Y/N, did you pick this out?” He asked you.

“I did, yeah,” you answered.

“Little sneak, do you really want to stop our hearts?” Jimin teased.

Blushing you brushed your hair behind your ear and stared at your shoes. Jungkook looked at you with so much longing it made Jimin’s heart stammer. Not out of jealousy, but something else. Jimin shook the thought from his head.

Soon you were all settled back in the car, several shopping bags in the back. Jimin and Jungkook had requested a driver today, wanting to just enjoy the experience. So, the driver dutifully drove while the three of you sat in the back.

You looked out the window and watched scenery pass you by. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you, each with a similar look on their face and similar feelings in their chest. But neither of them were brave enough to admit it to themselves. Not when they almost had everything they’ve ever wanted, or what they thought they wanted...

Getting out of the car, Jimin asked the driver to have the bags delivered up to their apartment. The driver nodded before disappearing.

The three of you made your way up to the apartment, but not before Jimin and Jungkook spilled that they had a surprise for you. Looking at them with a menacing glare, Jungkook broke first as you three made it into the entryway of the apartment.

“It’s nothing crazy, just... We didn’t want you feeling like the third wheel or, you know, not a part of this. You are just as important to us as the baby you are carrying, and while you’re with us we want you happy and... so we got you this,” Jungkook said, holding out the signature blue box that made your stomach churn with how much it must’ve cost.

“Please, don’t ask how much it cost. It doesn’t matter as long as it makes you happy,” Jimin whispered.

Slowly, you opened the box and a beautiful moon pendant sparkling in diamonds and white gold stared at you. You damn near dropped the thing because of how gorgeous it was. Jungkook and Jimin froze on the spot when they saw tears starting to fall down your face.

“Do you not like it?” Jimin asked.

“Is it too much? Did we go overboard?” Jungkook worried.

“N-No, it’s beautiful,” you said, touching the pendant with a delicate finger.

“Do you want to put it on?” Jungkook asked, hoping to God that you didn’t throw this pendant back in their faces.

“Yes, please,” you said, handing Jungkook the back and brushing your hair out of the way so he had access.

Slowly, you watched as the beautiful moon swung just above your cleavage, kissing your chest lightly. It was fastened behind your neck and you turned around, looking at the two men with a bright smile on your face.

Then, they held up their wrists.

A sun and a star.

You looked and saw it was all a matching set.

“You guys, you really,” you said, smiling softly.

“Honestly, Y/N, you’re our equal in this. You aren’t just a womb we’re renting,” Jimin said. “You’re a person, with wants and feelings and we want you to feel that. More than anything, we want you happy and safe.”

“We’re so thrilled you chose us, seriously. If there’s anything you want, anything you need, name it, we’ll get it for you. Scouts honor,” Jungkook said, holding up his hand.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of emotion, more tears ran down your cheeks, making you sniffle and wipe at them with irritation. You didn’t want to cry right now, you were happy! Now, you just looked like a snotty red mess.

“Aw, don’t cry Y/N!” Jungkook said, coming forward to wipe your tears.

“God you guys are such turds, making me cry all the time,” you sniffled.

“It’s not our fault!” Jimin said.

“It is very much your fault,” you said, holding your stomach gently.

A rush of air left the two of them at you doing something so maternal. It made Jungkook’s blood burst into flames, and Jimin had to swallow a moan at the knowledge of you being pregnant with his baby. You cocked your head to the side and looked at the two silent men.

“Okay, well... Thanks for today you two... I’m glad I got to be spoiled a little bit. I’m gonna go take a shower, are we ordering out for dinner tonight?” You asked. They were still silent and you wondered what the fuck broke them when Jimin blinked rapidly a few times before clearing his throat.

“Y-You’re welcome, if you want to go again just tell us and we can,” he said, fighting to keep his calm exterior.

“Okay, I’m gonna go take a shower then,” you said again, taking off towards the stairs.

Jungkook damn near collapsed on the floor when you were finally gone.

“Jesus,” he said, panting hard.

“Do you, do you feel it too?” Jimin asked, gazing at the area where you had been standing.

“Yeah,” Jungkook croaked.

“Fuck what’s wrong with us? She’s here for us to care for her, to nurture her, not use her like some object,” Jimin said, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Jungkook rubbed his shoulders, trying to soothe his boyfriend’s frantic thoughts. He agreed. You weren’t someone for them to use and abuse... You were the mother of their child and you deserved to be respected. But God if the thought of you didn’t send their minds spiraling.

“I know... We just gotta tough it out I guess. What else can we do?” Jungkook reasoned.

“I don’t know Kook, I don’t know,” Jimin said, gripping his boyfriend’s hand tightly.

—

The six week mark came and so did the morning sickness. To start, it was just waves of nausea, but soon it turned into full blown vomiting.

It was around seven in the morning and you had barely slept a wink. You felt jittery and restless, unable to relax. But when you sat up to head to the kitchen for something to eat, your stomach flipped. Soon, you were in the bathroom getting sick in the toilet.

Shortly you heard a knocking at the door.

“Y/N? Sweetie are you alright?” Jimin’s worried voice echoed through the door.

“Yeah,” you wheezed, trying to keep yourself from hurling again.

“Can I come in?” His light tone echoed through the room.

“Yeah,” you said, feeling another rush of nausea washing over you as he comes in. You looked and saw his worried face come into focus.

“Oh sweetheart,” Jimin said, rubbing your back as you got sick once more.

“Jimin? Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice echoed in the apartment.

“We’re in the bathroom Kook!” Jimin yelled.

Shortly Jungkook’s footsteps came into the bathroom. He was frowning, knowing you must be uncomfortable and there wasn’t much he could do for you. Watching Jimin rub your back gave him a sense of comfort however.

You were struggling with your chest being tender also. Every time you moved against the toilet you felt a jolt of pain go down your spine. Wincing when you came back up, Jimin had gotten you a little cup of water. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out and standing up slowly, per Jimin’s instructions.

You brushed your teeth and told the boys you were alright. They left and you did the rest of your morning routine. Jimin came back into your room and asked if you were ready for breakfast. You nodded and let Jimin lead you to the kitchen table. Jimin, taking note of your poor start to the day, asked if you wanted anything in particular for breakfast. Thinking back you really enjoyed the Nutella and banana toast he made for you a while back.

He nodded and started the toaster quickly. Jungkook had been working overtime recently and had to leave shortly after your bathroom incident. Soon, two pieces of Nutella toast with bananas were placed in front of you.

But the second the smell of banana hit your nose, you were scrunching up your face in disgust. Jimin looked at you with confusion. Then it dawned on him: food sensitivity.

Quickly removing the plate he asked if anything else sounded good, and you came up with the weird combination that was scrambled eggs with cream cheese.

Jimin looked on with a light smile on his face as you scarfed down the eggs and cream cheese without a single nose scrunch. It always made him happy to see you eating. Keeping up your health for the sake of the baby and you made him happy.

Soon, you were done and Jimin had gone into the living room to watch some TV when you noticed him sitting there. Lounging on the couch was a normal thing, but, looking at him now you-you couldn’t put your finger on it. He just looked so good, sitting there. He’d recently redid his hair so it was a beautiful blond color. His eyes wandered from the television to you, standing there in your loose t-shirt and pajama shorts.

He licked his lips for a moment, but that was all it took for you.

The flash of his tongue made you slightly weak in the knees, causing you to grip the edge of the table for support. Jimin seemed to mistake this for a more serious problem as he was up in a matter of seconds to come to your side.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” He asked, looking at you with concern.

“I-I’m good,” you said, giving him a thumbs up. “I think I just ate too fast.”

Jimin mulled this over in his head for a moment before nodding and stepping back.

“As long as you’re okay,” he said, heading back towards the couch.

But your symptoms weren’t just limited to food sensitivity, morning sickness and random bouts of arousal, oh no... The best one was the nightmares that had taken over your sleep schedule.

Normally they were just vague things that you forgot about when you woke up. But they were becoming more vivid. More, unsettling.

You were dreaming being in pools of blood, sometimes it was yours, sometimes it belonged to the boys. Sometimes you didn’t know where it came from, but it was always there. Never to be washed away, only to drown in...

You were caught up in the throes of a particularly bad nightmare...

You’d miscarried and lost the baby, Jimin and Jungkook were heartbroken and left you bleeding out on the floor as you stared up into the ceiling, dying.

The room was tilted and everything was wobbly.

You tried to go after them, to ask for another chance. But it was too late, they were gone.

Screaming, you bolted up in your bed. Tears flowing down your cheeks at a rapid rate. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loud you swore you could feel it in your throat.

You heard the slamming of a door and soon Jimin and Jungkook barged into your room, looking around frantically until they found you on your bed, shaking and crying into your hands.

“Y/N!” They yelled, going to your sides and trying to get you to talk to them.

“Sweetie, what happened? Why did you scream?” Jimin asked, petting your hair trying to soothe you.

“I-I had a nightmare, I-I lost the baby and, then lost you two,” you whimpered, covering your face again.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, the image of you crying being burned into his memory. He hated seeing you like this. It hurt him to see you so distraught. Jimin, too, was struggling with your emotions. He just wanted you happy and healthy, free from any worry and troubles of the real world. But of course, he couldn’t protect you from everything and everyone. No matter how much he wanted to.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We’re right here, we aren’t going anywhere,” said Jungkook. You were crying violently, looking at the bed spread with blurred vision. Jimin looked at Jungkook with worry written all over his features, your smaller frame sat shaking in the bed as the two males tried to comfort you.

Jungkook hesitantly reached out to wipe the tears from your face. You looked up at the man with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes, before glancing back down at your lap.

“You aren’t going to lose us, Y/N,” Jimin reassured.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, so broken that it had both of their eyes tearing up at the sound.

“It’s alright, we’re scared too,” Jimin said, patting your hair gently. “But we’ll get through this.”

“There was so much blood,” you whimpered, biting your lip trying to keep the sobs from coming out.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said, feeling his eyes burning with unshed tears of his own.

“I was dying and you just... left me there,” you confessed.

“We could never leave you just like that Y/N, ever,” Jimin said, sounding shocked.

“We’d never forgive ourselves if something happened to you,” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin grabbed his hand, rubbing his fingers over the knuckles. He knew seeing you like this was hard on both of them, and knowing how much you truly didn’t think they cared was also hurtful. Because all they wanted was to tell you you didn’t have to leave... But it couldn’t work like that.

Jimin’s work as a high end therapist was already wobbly because of his relationship with Jungkook. As unfortunate as it is, people didn’t want his help if he was dating a fellow man.

And Jungkook had already been shamed for his love publicly, the gossip forums on the newspaper and websites having a hay day with his image. He’d worked so hard to show he wasn’t any different than a straight man when it came to his work. But, the world is a cruel place, and social norms often reared their ugly heads with Jungkook.

They couldn’t drag you into that cesspool of nasty comments and uncomfortable encounters. It was a harsh reality, but it was the one you were all living in. And there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

Jungkook wanted to scream about how it was unfair. How you sitting here with them wasn’t wrong, as long as you all cared about one another, how could it be? But they both knew how this would end.

With you walking out of their lives and your child’s life, forever.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” you hiccuped, swallowing down the rest of your tears.

“No, don’t be sorry,” Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder.

“If something’s wrong we want you to tell us,” Jungkook said, looking at you with misty eyes.

“I-I will,” you said, wiping your face.

“Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?” Jimin asked, looking at your state with concern.

“I should be able to,” you said, trying to convince yourself of the same thing.

“We can stay with you, until you’re asleep,” Jungkook offered before even thinking. Jimin’s head snapped to the younger male, who was already shrinking.

“W-Would you?” Your soft voice spoke up.

Jimin nodded finally, crawling into the bed with you and Jungkook following suit. They each took a hand and held it tightly. Jimin drew different shapes and patterns on your palm, making you giggle when it tickled. Jungkook interlocked your fingers together, running his thumb over your soft skin like Jimin did with him when he was nervous or scared.

Sooner, rather than later, you were passed out once more, hands clutching Jimin and Jungkook’s.

The men managed to untangle themselves from you as they went back to their room, hearts heavy. When the door shut, Jungkook burst into tears.

“Oh my sweet boy, don’t cry,” Jimin said, wiping his boyfriend’s cheeks carefully.

“Jimin,” he said, forehead resting on the older man’s shoulder.

“I know, it hurts me too,” Jimin whispered.

“I just want her to know that she’s not just a convenience, she’s so much more than that,” Jungkook whimpered.

“Yeah,” Jimin said, thinking of your body curled up on the couch with a good book and a warm drink next to you. Your smile when your favorite song comes on in the car. The way you’re already so protective over the baby.

“I don’t know if it’s because she’s carrying our baby or what, but, I want to be closer to her. I want to know everything about her... God I don’t know what to do with myself Jimin,” Jungkook complained, wiping at his tears in frustration.

“We just gotta keep it in our mind that she had a life before this, and she’ll have a life after it too. S-She’s doing this because we’re paying her Jungkook. Of course that isn’t the only reason but, it is the main one,” Jimin reminded his boyfriend, and himself.

Even though the words felt hollow in the air.

“I guess,” Jungkook said.

“You’ve got work early, we need to go back to bed,” Jimin said, motioning for Jungkook to get into bed as well. The two men cuddled up to each other, each feeling like something, or someone, was missing...

Faster than you thought possible, the ten week mark had come.

It was time to get your first ultrasound of the pregnancy.

The boys were over the moon about the whole thing. Excitedly chatting in the car.

“I hope we can see the baby well,” Jungkook said, driving carefully through the street.

Jimin hummed in agreement. “Me too, the baby is still super small right now. About the size of a prune but, we’ll still be able to see them on the screen. And, we can hear their heartbeat!”

You smiled at their excitement. Bringing your fingers up you brushed the pendant they gave you, a nervous habit you’d picked up shortly after their gifting it to you. Jungkook looked at you in the rearview, playing with the sparkling jewelry piece. It made his chest feel tight, looking at you. Jimin placed a hand on his, making Jungkook focus on him for a moment.

Jimin shook his head and Jungkook swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he meant.

Soon, you were all at the clinic.

Jimin helped you out of the backseat, getting your bag and whatnot so you didn’t have to fuss with it. Jungkook placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you into the building.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at the action, having to cover up your blushing with a cough. Jimin urged you to sit down while he got the paperwork, something you didn’t fight him on. You were exhausted as of late.

The boys reassured you it was normal to be tired. You knew, however, that you were a little more tired than normal. Briefly you wondered if it was because it was your first time and you’d never felt something like this. However, that didn’t sit right. You knew there was something going on, but you didn’t want to worry the boys. Especially since you were getting an ultrasound today.

Sitting next to Jungkook in the waiting room, he made small talk. Asking how you were feeling and if the morning sickness had gotten any better.

“It’s gotten worse,” you complained, leaning your head back in the seat.

“Really? Maybe we can ask the doctor to prescribe something for you,” he said.

“It should be going away soon, I’ll be alright,” you reassured, patting his knee.

“Sometimes it doesn’t go away until the baby is born, I just don’t want you to suffer if we can do something about it,” Jungkook said softly.

“If it gets too bad, I’ll say something. Okay?” You said, keeping a gentle smile on your face.

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed.

Jimin came back and took Jungkook’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. Jimin had a habit of tracing the tattoos on Jungkook’s hands when he was nervous, it made you smile.

Eventually a nurse called your name and led you back to the ultrasound room. Jungkook smiled and sat down in the chair provided. Jimin helped you up onto the table and the ultrasound tech went over what they would be looking for and opened it up for questions.

When no one had any, she proceeded.

“Okay, I just need you to pull the front of your pants down a little bit,” the tech asked, prepping the machine.

You immediately turned and looked at Jungkook and Jimin, then down at your stomach. It wasn’t a big deal, it was just a little bit anyways.

Without much more thought you pulled your pants so just the top of your panties were showing. Jungkook’s eyes widened at your actions, but he tried to keep a calm exterior. Jimin kept his eyes trained on the screen, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.

The ultrasound gel was cold, making you jump when it came in contact with your skin. But soon it was warming to your skin and you all looked at the screen with rapt attention.

“Alright so we should see the head and curvature of the body, but other than that this is just to make sure that everything is looking good in the uterus and to see if there are any abnormalities with the baby-oh! Babies it appears,” the tech said, a big smile on her face.

“What?” Jimin said.

“There’s another head there, if you look right here,” she pointed at the screen. “Looks like you’ve got a set of twins in there!”

Jungkook’s eyes teared up, looking down at your stomach with his heart in his throat.

You were stunned.

Twins?

The first try?

Wow, you really did win the lottery.

“Oh my God,” Jimin said, hiding his face in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Way to go, got those twins first try,” you said, trying to keep your nerves under control.

“It’s all thanks to you Y/N, we couldn’t do it without you,” Jungkook reminded.

“Are you guys going to want the pictures?” The tech asked. Jimin and Jungkook of course said yes.

“Wow, look at their heads babe!” Jimin yelped as you all walked out of the clinic together. Jimin was still cooing over the pictures of the twins from the ultrasound.

“I need to put it in my wallet,” he said, bringing out the accessory shortly after.

You smiled at their excitement. You were beyond happy, you’d done it. Gave them the twins they desperately wanted. First try too. You knew that meant a few more complications, but, you didn’t want that to hold too much weight over you.

“We should call Namjoon and Jin! Tell them the news about the twins!”

You nodded quickly, wanting to tell your friends the update.

Namjoon and Jin were thrilled, obviously. Insisting that they’ll give Annie to Jin’s parents for the night so you could all get together and have a meal. Agreeing, the boys set it up for around seven thirty.

“Dress nice! I also expect to see those ultrasound pictures!” Jin said through the phone.

You snorted and shook your head, gently touching your stomach. You felt a fluttering in your chest, like you were standing on the edge of a tall building or something. It made you gasp lightly, moving your hand away from your belly to your chest. Jimin seemed to notice your movement because he was turning around in his seat.

“Everything alright there?” He asked, looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. We’re-good,” you said, pointing to your tummy. Jimin’s eyes lit up at the mention of the babies.

“Okay, tell me if you need anything,” he said, turning around and facing the front once more.

You all walked back into the apartment, Jungkook still gushing about everything. You simply smiled and went to go get ready for dinner.

Jin did say to look nice, so you picked out a few things from your shopping excursion a while back. Putting on a dress that looked skin tight but it was super stretchy, so no doubt you could wear it late into the pregnancy. The zipper on the back would be an issue but, it made you feel a little sexy. You hadn’t really done a lot in regards to your appearance around the boys, you didn’t see the need.

But, it wouldn’t hurt to do your hair and dress nicely...

You had the perfect shoes to pair with the dress. You grabbed some stockings and a few other small pieces of jewelry, placing them on the bed while you assembled everything together the way you wanted it.

Eventually, you were all set.

Except for the zipper on the back.

You didn’t understand why there was a zipper on such a stretchy dress, but fashion has its ways you guess. Reaching behind you proved unsuccessful. Quickly growing frustrated, you did the following without thinking.

“Jimin? Jungkook? Can one of you come here for a second please?”

Once the words were out, you immediately wished you could eat them.

But the damage had been done.

Both men walked in your room.

Jimin’s jaw dropped open, looking at you in awe.

You were in knee high stockings, low heels and a slinky black dress that hugged your body so perfectly it made him want to drop to his knees. Jungkook fared no better. Seeing your hair styled and a little bit of makeup on your features really enhanced your natural beauty. They both were staring, making you shrink in embarrassment.

“O-Okay, you can blink any time now,” you said, chuckling to ease the tension in the room.

“You look... wow,” Jimin breathed.

“Incredible. You look incredible,” Jungkook said, eyes trailing down your legs.

“Thank you, but, um... Could one of you please come zip me up? I can’t reach the zipper,” you said, turning your back to them fully.

Jungkook stared at his boyfriend with an almost agonized look on his face. Jimin nodded and walked forward, brushing your hair out of the way. Placing a gentle hand on your hip Jimin pulled the zipper up to the top, covering each inch of your beautiful skin.

Jungkook swallowed his noise of protest, trying to remember what Jimin had said. You weren’t an object for them to use, you were their surrogate. The woman who would be birthing their twins. And then leaving...

Jimin knew if Jungkook had walked forward to zip up your dress he wouldn’t be able to keep it together. Jimin wasn’t doing that hot either to be honest. Your hips flared out. Looking so beautiful hugged in the dress, and the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips was... alarming.

“Thank you,” you said, turning around with a smile on your face.

Jimin couldn’t help but mirror your grin.

“Absolutely, are you ready to go now?” He asked, trying to keep from getting distracted any more.

“Yeah, let’s go! I want Jin to feed me so much I burst,” you said, heading towards the door. Once you were gone, Jungkook looked at Jimin.

“This is only getting harder,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“Are you going to be alright?” Jimin questioned, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Yeah, just... This feels wrong,” Jungkook whispered.

“What feels wrong?” Jimin asked.

“Keeping her at arm's length, I just feel awkward. Pushing her away when she’s doing something so big for us, it’s really emotionally charged and... I feel like a jerk for treating her like just another person. Like she isn’t special,” Jungkook explained, brushing his hair out of his face.

“I understand,” Jimin said, trying to smooth the frown lines from Jungkook’s face.

“Boys? Are you coming?” Your voice echoed through the house.

“Coming!” Jimin said. “We’ll talk about this later, okay? We’ll figure this out.”

—

The dinner at Jin and Namjoon’s was beyond anything you’d expected.

There was so much food and honestly, you ate a lot. Lying back in your chair, tilting your head back you sighed. Rubbing your stomach unconsciously. But the boys noticed everything. Especially how amazing you looked in that outfit.

It was just about all they could do to keep their hands off of you. Jungkook was fidgeting the whole night, being the one who sat next to you. He really tried to keep his cool, but a man could only take so much.

“So, Y/N, how does it feel to be pregnant with twins?” Namjoon asked, taking a small bite of rice.

“Honestly? It’s not been a cake walk, let me tell you. My mood swings are everywhere, my chest is killing me, food is either a hit or miss and don’t get me started on how arou-ahem,” you froze at your brazen attitude. Jimin and Jungkook’s heads snapped at your statement, looking at you with masked emotions. “Sorry, got carried away. Anyways, it’s been wild. But, I’m really glad to be doing it, you know? The boys take good care of me,” you praised, smiling at the two of them now.

Namjoon noticed it first.

The twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes at your words. How genuinely happy he seemed listening to you talk. Jimin’s body language was always engaged with you, never closing off or making it appear like he wasn’t interested.

Namjoon’s eyes widened.

This would need to be discussed...

Soon, everyone was sitting in the living room, just digesting. When you got up and said you had to use the restroom.

When the men were alone, Namjoon attacked.

“What are you guys doing?” He asked, looking at the two younger men with worry in his features.

“What do you mean?” Jimin quizzed right back.

“Listen, I’ve been friends with Y/N for a long time. I really care about her and want only the best for her. I also want you guys to be happy and healthy and have your own family, so please don’t take what I’m about to say personally but-what the fuck?” He asked.

“What do you mean what the fuck?” Jungkook asked.

“Why are you looking at her like that?” Namjoon asked, feeling his frustration rise.

“Like what?!” Jimin argued.

“Like you-Like you, are all, like... a couple?” Namjoon said, feeling the awkward tension rising in the room.

“What?” Jungkook coughed.

“We aren’t together,” Jimin said slowly.

“But do you want to be?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook broke first.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, placing his head in his hands. Jimin was quick to comfort the younger male, rubbing his back in big, soothing circles.

“It’s a new experience for us. We just want her to be happy and healthy and safe. You know, take care of her,” Jimin explained, skirting around the question.

“Of course, but, there’s a difference between appreciation and affection,” Jin said, speaking up.

“Y-Yeah, we know that,” Jimin answered. “I’m a therapist, I know what emotions are.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“If you know what emotions are then why are you denying your own?” he asked.

“I’m not!”

“Bullshit,” Namjoon challenged.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jimin growled.

“What’s all the angry whispering out here for?” You asked, walking back into the room. The energy snapped within an instant.

“It’s alright, just a heated debate about politics,” Namjoon joked, giving you a tender smile.

“Oookay?” You said, coming back in to sit down next to Jungkook, who was trying his best to not squirm when your thigh brushed his.

The rest of the night moved rather calmly, but not without a fierce monopoly game that almost caused a few table flips. Jungkook wound up losing and threw a mini tantrum. But it was quickly smoothed over when you promised you’d bake him some cookies the next time he had a day off.

While Namjoon and Jin were cleaning up, Jungkook and Jimin discovered your sleeping frame on the couch once more. Breaths coming in even and slow, they smiled at you. Your lips were pouting lightly, something they’d discovered was a habit when you were sleeping.

And Jungkook adored it.

He came over to your side and tried to wake you up, but when you whined and fussed he decided it would just be easier to carry you to the car. Carefully, the strong young man lifted you into his arms and towards the door. Jimin got the rest of your things all together and they thanked Jin and Namjoon for the meal and night.

But before they left, Namjoon grabbed Jimin by the shoulder. Jungkook waited, looking back in worry. Jimin waved him on, saying he’d be there in a minute. Jungkook nodded before heading out the door.

“What?” Jimin asked.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I overstepped. I didn’t mean to offend you or Jungkook. It’s just, Y/N is very inexperienced when it comes to love and emotions and having that connection. I’m worried about what’s happening to her. I don’t want her to get her hopes up and be crushed later on,” he explained.

Jimin nodded his head.

“I accept your apology. I didn’t mean to fly off the handle either, Jungkook and I have been... Discussing it. But it’s not an easy thing to come to terms with, we aren’t sure what we feel for her... We know we care about her, but is it because she’s our surrogate and we want to care for her? Or is it something deeper? We don’t know,” Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N is so special. She gives without thinking, she is so dedicated to those she cares about... she’d give the shirt off her back to someone she didn’t even know. It’s hard not to love her, but... she doesn’t deserve to be pulled in a million different directions either. But you all deserve to be happy, I’m always here if you need to talk,” Namjoon offered.

Jimin smiled lightly. “That’s normally my line.”

“You guys are good people, I wouldn’t have recommended Y/N do this if I didn’t trust you. But, just... please don’t take advantage of her heart. And don’t lie to yourselves either.”

Jimin nodded, looking down at the floor with a resolute nod.

“Thanks, both of you,” Jimin said, giving a small wave before heading out towards the car. Jungkook already had you buckled and settled in.

“What was that about?” Jungkook asked, getting into the front seat.

“He wanted to apologize for earlier, he felt like he overstepped. And, he wanted to explain why he was so defensive over Y/N,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded and started the car, taking off down the road.

“Why is he so protective? Did they like, date in the past or something?” Jungkook asked. Jimin shook his head.

“N-No, Y/N hasn’t ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend,” Jimin said, resting his head in his hand.

“What? Really?” Jungkook balked. Trying to think of how someone like you hadn’t ever been snatched up before. You were a total catch! But, you did tend to keep to yourself.

“Yeah, she told me about it the day she had her IUI done,” Jimin explained.

“Oh, so-wait. She’s having a baby when she’s never, like, had sex?” Jungkook said. “Is that safe?”

“I mean I’m sure it’s safe but, she’s not... Um, she told me she’s had sex before,” Jimin said.

“Wow, how did this all come up?” Jungkook asked.

“Well, she mentioned something about wanting someone who looked at her the way we look at each other,” Jimin blushed.

“She’s so cute,” Jungkook groaned. “Well, at least she’s been with someone before. You know, had that kind of pleasure.”

Jimin coughed, rubbing his neck. Jungkook looked at him weirdly.

“What?”

“She may have off-handedly mentioned that she’s never, uh... You know, finished,” Jimin flushed. Jungkook looked floored at the information.

“You mean to tell me, that some jerk took her virginity and didn’t fucking make it special? What a fucking tool bag,” Jungkook growled.

“I don’t know the story, she didn’t divulge that kind of information. I was the one who guessed she’s never finished, and she was pretty embarrassed about it all to be honest,” Jimin said.

“That is so frustrating,” Jungkook said.

“Yeah.”

The car was quiet, save for your soft little snores coming from the back seat.

“Did you hear what she said during dinner?” Jimin asked. “When she was talking about her pregnancy symptoms.”

“Yeah...” Jungkook trailed off.

“I wish we could do something for her, I feel so bad,” Jimin whispered.

“We can be there to support her but we can’t over step either,” Jungkook said.

“I know, normally I’m the one reminding you of that,” Jimin huffed.

“I understand it’s not easy for either of us,” Jungkook said softly.

“Maybe we just need a god romp in the sheets to get it out of our system hmm?” Jimin teased, running a hand up Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook couldn’t help the hiss that came out of his mouth at the touch. They hadn’t really been active in that way since you’d come into the house.

“Y-You know how loud I get,” Jungkook said, swallowing hard.

“Oh I’m very aware how loud I can make you scream,” Jimin winked.

“Stop, I’m already hard,” Jungkook whined.

“I bet you are baby,” Jimin said, squeezing his boyfriend’s thigh tight.

“Stop, please,” Jungkook whined.

“Mmm,” Jimin said, not sensing that Jungkook really wanted him to stop. “And what if I keep going baby? What if I snuck my hand into your pants and tugged your pathetic little cock until you came huh? Make you come all over your expensive pants and make you lick it up?”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said, cock straining against his pants.

“Yes baby? What does my baby want, huh?” Jimin asked, so sweet... Almost dangerous.

“I-I want-”

“Mmm, are we home yet?” You voice perked up from the back seat.

“Y/N?” Jimin asked, turning to look at you. Your eyes were bleary from sleep and it was obvious you must’ve just woken up. Jungkook adjusted himself in the seat, trying to hide his throbbing erection from your sight.

“Yeah?” You said, blinking slow.

“Sweetie,” Jimin cooed, brushing a few strands of your hair back from your face, even though it was an awkward angle for him.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You asked, noticing how tense the young man’s posture was.

“I-I’m good,” he said, trying to hide his arousal.

“Okay,” you said, laying your head back down.

Jungkook pulled the car into the front slot of the building, handing the keys over to the valet. The two of them brought you out of the car and Jimin decided it was his turn to carry you up to the apartment. So, the three of you all made it to the apartment in silence.

You were awake, but you weren’t feeling too terribly chatty. Sleep still at the forefront of your mind. Jungkook and Jimin hadn’t spoken since you got out of the car, and you can’t help but feel like you were in the middle of something kinda intense. The charged feeling in the room making you shift against Jimin’s chest.

He looked down at you, trying to keep himself from jostling you too much. You were exhausted. But soon, you felt bile rising in your throat...

“Jimin put me down,” you said, holding your hand to the mouth. Just as he set you down you scrambled to the bathroom and threw up the massive dinner you’d eaten. Jimin and Jungkook were rushing right after you. Jungkook brought your hair away from your face. Jimin sat down next to him to rub your back.

You got to the point where you were just dry heaving into the toilet, but it didn’t seem to end.

“Oh fuck,” you croaked, coughing hard.

“You want some water?” Jimin asked.

“No, I’m scared I’ll just throw that up too,” you whined.

“It might be better than just dry heaving,” Jimin said.

“You got a point,” you huffed, trying to keep your head from spinning.

“I’ll get you some,” he said, moving off the floor to head towards the kitchen. Jungkook shuffled forward, kind of molding his front to your back. When you pushed a little too hard against him you felt it. Wondering what it could be for a moment you pushed back against him again, when he groaned in surprise.

“U-Um, Jungkook?” You squeaked.

“S-Sorry!” He said, moving away faster than the speed of light.

“I-It’s okay, just, you know,” you flushed.

“It’s not because of you! It’s not uh, I wasn’t um,” he stuttered.

“I-I didn’t think it was?” You said, more of a question.

“It’s not that you’re not pretty or anything it’s-”

“No, I get it,” you said, smiling weakly.

“Y/N-”

“Here’s your water,” Jimin said, bringing in a glass for you to drink.

You sipped it slowly. Not paying attention. Jungkook looked like he was going to die in the corner, which made Jimin shoot him a weird look. He just shook his head as he covered his face. Jimin made a mental note to question him about it later, but his concern was on you right now.

“Have you been getting sick a lot?” Jimin asked, placing a soft hand on your shoulder.

“I mean, it’s mainly in the morning. I think I just ate too much at dinner,” you said, pouting lightly.

“Gotcha, do you feel like you’re going to get sick again? Or do you think you’re done?” He asked.

“I-I think I’m good,” you said, putting the empty glass down.

“Are you sure?” Jimin asked, making you look at him.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, eyes getting droopy again.

“Alright sleepyhead, brush your teeth and go to bed. Need help getting up?” Jimin worried, fussing over you like any father to be would.

You stood up slowly, mindful of your dizzy head. But, when you stood at the sink you felt everything kinda snap into focus. Jimin dragged Jungkook out of the bathroom to let you do your thing, but told you to come get them if you needed anything.

Hurrying into the bedroom, Jimin narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

“Why did you look like you’d rather crawl into an overflowing storm drain than be in that bathroom? What happened when I was getting water?”

Jungkook looked up at Jimin could see the embarrassment on his face. Sighing, Jimin sat down, placing his hand on his boyfriend’s back.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you in the car. It’s just, been a while you know? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,” Jimin apologized.

“Y/N felt it, my... When you moved me so you could get out of the bathroom to get her the water, she was pushed up against me. And, she pushed back against me and felt my dick against her,” Jungkook said, rubbing her face.

“Oh, that is... uh, awkward,” Jimin agreed.

“It gets worse,” Jungkook said.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asked.

“I-I told her it wasn’t because of her and then I tried to tell her it’s not that she wasn’t pretty and I just threw up a bunch of words that didn’t make sense and then you were back,” Jungkook whimpered.

Jimin sighed. Jungkook had never been a genius with words, but normally he was better than that. He knows that Jungkook is mortified, Jungkook wasn’t good at mingling or recovering from blunders of the social variety. So, Jimin just sighed and gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss.

“It’s okay Jungkook, Y/N isn’t gonna hold this against you,” Jimin soothed.

“I just feel terrible,” Jungkook said softly.

“Why? It was an accident,” Jimin reasoned.

“Because I-I didn’t want her to stop,” he swallowed. Jimin bit his lip and tried to keep his anger from spilling over.

“I don’t know how many times we have to talk about this Jungkook,” Jimin said.

“We were talking about it in the car! But we’ve never talked about what we want, what we’re doing now, it's not sustainable. I’m going crazy!” Jungkook yelled.

“Jungkook keep your voice down!” Jimin reminded.

“Jimin I’m so fucking confused, I don’t know what we’re doing. What I’m doing. I-I do know one thing for certain. I love those kids, so much, and they aren’t even here yet. I love them so much, because they’re ours... But... I can’t keep doing this. Getting closer only to rip myself away, it’s killing me Jimin. If you want me to walk away, I will but, I just can’t keep giving myself hope when there isn’t any,” Jungkook cried, tears falling down his cheeks.

“I-I didn’t know you were so broken up over this,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m so confused,” Jungkook whispered.

“I am too, I love you so much but... I feel this connection to her. I know it’s normal to be grateful, but, I know it’s more than that with her,” Jimin said, moving to give Jungkook a back hug.

“Then we need to make a decision,” Jungkook said.

“You want to pursue her as a part of our couple? Like, make her our girlfriend?” Jimin asked.

“Do you?” Jungkook asked back.

“I mean... I wouldn’t be opposed,” Jimin said softly.

“I don’t want this if you don’t,” Jungkook said, turning to look at Jimin with sparkling eyes.

“I want this... I want her, but, we need to give her some time, as well as ourselves to come to terms with this,” Jimin reasoned.

“Okay,” Jungkook agreed.

“But, when we’re both ready, we can approach her,” Jimin said.

“Would this be healthy to do? I mean, mentally,” Jungkook asked.

“Polygamous couples generally tend to have better communication than the average two person couples. And with one of us being a therapist I think we could manage. I-I want to work towards that,” Jimin confessed.

“I want this too,” Jungkook said excitedly.

“Then that’s what we’ll do...”

You laid in bed late into the night. You heard Jungkook and Jimin having a disagreement. You couldn’t make out the words but, the walls were thin... You prayed to God that it wasn’t about you, or anything related to the children.

Slowly, your hand trailed down to your stomach. You didn’t think you could see a bump yet, but maybe a little something? You weren’t sure, maybe it was just wishful thinking.

You moved slightly, and you felt something in your underwear. Adjusting lightly, you pulled them down to look, and you saw a decent amount of arousal soaking into the cotton fabric. Blushing bright red you reached down to touch your hot center, to find that you were, in fact, dripping wet.

Biting your lip you thought back on the bathroom incident. Jungkook’s firm body pressed against yours, his hardened cock pressed against your ass, the hot groan he let out. Running your fingers over your slit, you gathered your slick and pushed against your clit gently.

Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through you at the sensation.

“Oh!” You gasped, hand coming up to cover your mouth in fear of waking the boys.

You did it again, causing your body to jump slightly, making more of your arousal drip from your center. Licking your lips you thought about what Jungkook’s hands would feel like instead of yours. What his body would feel like pressed up against yours naked... Jimin’s plump lips flashed through your mind for a second, making you wonder what his blond head would look like between-

No!

No no no no no!

Ripping your hand away from your weeping core you turned over and placed your hands on your head.

How could you? Those two weren’t something to fuel your lonely fantasies! They are in love with each other, and are going to have a family... Albeit you had to help with that part but, still. Jimin and Jungkook weren’t yours... They were each other’s...

But as much as you tried to tell yourself that it would never happen...

You couldn’t help but dream of the two men’s hands running over your body...

Hot breaths touching your ears...

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