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[vmlnrzmp4]

jeon jungkook x reader

non-idol au, humour, fluff, strangers—frenemies—lovers, eventual smut, y/n used, pov's keep switching from jungkook to you(first person.)

proof-read by: @anuverse

read the prologue before proceeding.

"if it wasn't here, i'd be soooo wet."

chapter: one.

kwon y/n

"10,00,000 won," the elderly woman said firmly as she recounted the cash in her hands, occasionally licking her thumb and index finger to count smoothly. "this. to stay away from my son."

"he..." i let out the most heart wrenching sigh, "he was the one who proposed to me first..." taking a tissue, i dab it under my eye as if there were real tears. "he would always take me out and gave me false hope of our marriage and—"

"15,00,000 won," the elderly woman declared.

i repeated the amount in my mind, holding in a smile.

and once again, my mission was successful.

to celebrate this victory, i urged arya out to celebrate. rides, shopping, drinking—you name it.

the fair seemed to be less crowded as arya and i linked hands. our initial plan was the rollercoaster. the first seat was empty, and we made our way towards it.

but oh the horror!

i flinched as a big, heavy backpack—judging by its size—was placed harshly on the seat. i stepped back, arya asking if i was okay.

a guy—dressed in all black, his outfit matching his backpack—stood there. a black mask, an eyebrow piercing, muscles peeking through his tight shirt, and tattoos made me feel like if it was the bedroom, i'd probably be wet. but this was the fair, and anger rushed in my veins.

"oh hello?" i snapped. he looked at me. and i was almost gone. like i thought before. if it was the bedroom, i'd probably be wet. no. a voice argued in my head, "we were here first, actually."

"ah ah ah, it was actually my bag that got here first," he mocked in the same tone.

i took a step forward to him, just to be stopped by arya—who's calm and collected nature wouldn't want me to argue. and for her sake, i backed down.

in contrast to this guy infront of me—was another guy who accompanied him. completely different. not rainbow but neat and classy purple and cream outfit with a white bucket hat. he wore no mask, no smile and yet his presence felt like it could lighten a room with the heart of his lips.

me and arya sat somewhere in the middle of the ride.

"that man, y/n," i looked at arya, "is my ceo," she stated.

for a moment, i was stunned. the tattooed guy with the mask— no! she corrected that the guy beside him was. jung hoseok, she said.

"what? what kind of ceo— oh oh oh..." i trailed off, remembering her telling me about jung hoseok. unlike other ceos, he stood different. approachable.

when the ride was over(it was ass.) my mood, my guestures, it all hinted annoyance. arya noticed ofcourse—she always did—telling me that there's more out there. our checklist put a green tick on the rides. shopping and drinking were yet to be done.

we didn't shop a lot. but enough to walk out of the store with brand new clothes with bags of our old outfits in our hands.

and finally, we stumbled out of the bar. giggling. not fully drunk but not sober either.

"y/n..." arya slurs, "your next target i found—" hiccup "his name...jeon j—"

"arya," i cut her off, "im dropping this."

"what do you mean?"

i hiccuped before confessing. no more dating rich guys for the sole purpose of their wealth and money.

back home in busan, my parents owned the most popular cafe there. sub-divided all over. as much as i wished to take their place, i didn't wanted to leave my one and only friend who'd actually tolerate me.

i had told them i found a stable job at a fancy restaurant here in seoul—a complete lie obviously.

my mind started to clear up when i almost tripped.

dark hair. black mask. black backpack. black clothes. tattoos. piercings. muscles. mhm 'm horny—

it was that guy again. i was sure of it. i never forget the ones who bump into me—quite literally.

"hey. you," the moment was still a bit blur when i found myself grabbing his collar, "if it wasn't here," don't say it y/n, don't— a voice in the back of my head—as if it was a real person—facepalmed. "i would be soooo wet."

[vmlnrzmp4]

jeon jungkook x reader.

non-idol au, humour, fluff, strangers—frenemies—lovers, eventual smut. y/n used.

proof-read by: @anuverse

chapter: prologue.

despite being south korea's famous perfume brand aura seoul's ceo, jung hoseok was a humble and simple guy. he didn't come off as an intimating, vip, person. hoseok was approachable, with a heart smile that always played on his lips.

park arya with a degree in chemistry—a lab technician under hoseok, had a regular 9-5 job that paid her a handsome amount. a calm, collected woman, an advanced foldable laptop always alongside her for research and other purposes.

and then there comes jeon jungkook and kwon y/n.

unemployed.

at their big age.

jungkook stayed with his best mate in a shared apartment, constantly going from job to job—even after hoseok offered him one under him. jungkook declined. the reason? don't ask him.

away from busan, jungkook starts new in seoul, leaving everything behind—even his deepest secret(as he calls it.)

while y/n, with her flawless nature, dates rich men for one and only one reason: money. she owes this to her best friend, arya—and her analyst mind. arya had become y/n's official—not really official—wingwoman, finding wealthy men for y/n to get into relationships.

in the heart of seoul, the four lives of: hoseok’s kindness, arya’s calmness, jungkook’s determination, and y/n’s unapologetic nature—begin to intertwine in ways none of them could have thought.